Chase 'n Justice

Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Warning: There are elements of non-consensual sex. The story takes place in Dixon County, South Carolina. Please, don't try to look it up you'll be disappointed, it doesn't exist. If you are desperate, there are enough clues in the story to figure out which county I'm patterning it after. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental. . . Batman and related characters are the property of DC Comics this story is not written for profit and not intended to infringe upon their copyright. Names of characters used solely for their pop culture reference in the realm of "fair use."

A note from the author: Why this part of the country? I love visiting the South Carolina low country, the people are nice. The closer you get to Charleston the more tolerant the people become. I always thought it would be an outstanding backdrop to a story.

-Izzy

I started off life with everyone thinking I was poor white trash. I never knew who my father was. According to the hints and whispers around the county my mom was a drug addled whore who died giving birth to me while overdosing. As a premature delivery, and heroin addicted baby, I spent the first 6 months of my life in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

The rest of my childhood in foster care. I was a solid "B" (and occasional "A") student in school. The marks qualified me to enroll in the Community College earning credits for both. Given the start I had in life, that was far better than anyone expected of me.

My name is Chase Jeffers. To most, it is a normal Dixon County, South Carolina September morning. Writers and poets would call it sultry. If we are bein' polite we call it dewy. If not we called it fucking hot and humid. It is part of the joy of living in the low country. I have lived my whole life inside the borders of Dixon county. I have no desire to leave.

I woke today with an extra spring in my step. Last month Sheriff Daughtry and his wife hosted a double graduation party for me. On top of my high school diploma, I earned my associates in science. Sheriff Joe announced when I turned 18, I would start working as an administrative support person. It gave me a foot in the door until I was 21 and he could put me through the academy. I don't know what kind of position the Sheriff has lined up for me, but I am excited for the opportunity.

For years, I had a recurring fantasy about Sheriff Daughtry. He has been the strongest, most stable, male influence I've had in my life. He's always been there for me. My fantasy was the standard orphan crap, that one day he would pull me aside and say that he was my real father. Most orphans had that kind of fantasy, but few actually admit it. Sheriff Joe and his wife only had one kid, Billy. He too was a cop following in the family line. Sheriff Joe used his personal influence to get a sister agency to hire him on. I don't know all the details but I know he died, and it wasn't an easy death.

A few people have their doubts about me ever being a cop. At 5' 3" my rail thin physique, that Deputy Martin described as `Barney Fife like,' is hardly imposing. I have pale skin that burns easily, dark brown shoulder length hair, and ice blue (almost grey) eyes. At a child safety day, one of the kids drew a picture of me. It was a stick figure with a big butt and a head.

For my 18 years I lived in four different foster homes with lots of foster siblings. Walker `Skip' Justice was part best friend, part older brother. He is 8 years older than me. He watched over me, even after he aged out of the foster home. Walker was the reason I got into the Law Enforcement Explorer program at the Sheriff's Office at 14. I joined so I could spend time with him. I had such a huge crush on him. I always knew I was gay, just never had the courage to act on my desire.

Walker came to my third foster home at 15, he had lost his folks to a failed armed robbery. He is a man on a mission, that no other kid on his watch should ever endure that level of loss. At 6' 3" and 265 pounds, he is a wall of massive muscle. Walker was a tanned, toned, blonde haired, brown eyed Adonis. The other deputies call him Batman. Because of my smaller size, and the fact I was always rooted to his side, the members of the Explorers post called me Robin. The deputies picked up on it and joined in.

He inherited his folk's cabin outside Bonneau on Lake Moultrie. I had been living with Walker since graduation. My 4th foster family wanted me out after the ceremony. Walker let me move into one of the spare rooms until I turned 18. For about the 500th time, I was feeling guilty about not being able to pay my own way. "Walker, I could always get hired on as a cadet out at Lieber Correctional. At least then I could start paying you a fair share of the bills. They are always looking for cadets out there. "

"Chase, I want you to add one word to that last sentence and swap that, they are. 'WHY' are they always looking for cadets out there. For fuck sake boy, the guards would eat you alive! You're cute, and thin, they would have a grand time with you on the night shift. Assuming the cons don't just snap you in two, just for the fun of it." I could tell he was tired. The poor guy's night shift ended but he was told to drive me back in.

He paused and slapped my back, then continued, "I`m a Sergeant now, along with the bonus pay for being on the SWAT team, I can afford the utilities, taxes, and food till you get on your feet. All you are doing is filling an empty room. I can guarantee you this Chase, the rest of the deputies are going to be hitting the gym with you a lot. We need to know we can count on you, when you hit the road with us."

I knew he was serious, though trying to pass it off as a joke. Most of the deputies were prior military. I tried to enlist but failed the physical due to my only having one kidney. He smiled and held my cheek, "That being said, we got to get some meat on those twigs you call bones. Where do ya wanna go for your birthday dinner Chase, money is no object. But we will have to wait till Friday when I go on break."

I didn't want to be more of a financial burden, I thought of a few cheap places. "How about Gilligan's? I could really go for a fried green tomato & crab melt, and peanut butter pie."

His voice was dripping with disappointment, "No, I want you to pick a real honest to God sit down fancy place. Besides the Sheriff, Mayor, and their wives are taking you to there for lunch today. If you can't pick a good place I will."

I quickly replied, "How about that new sushi place on Dennis Blvd." I really did like sushi and it did have table linens.

He was unimpressed, "Damn boy! You know what I call that sushi shit? ...Bait! One more try."

The pressure was on, I knew he was serious. "I like the Music Man's."

"Ok, Chase... You win." I had an excited look on my face I couldn't believe he agreed. "Yup, we are going down to Charleston Friday night, and I am picking."

He saw the crestfallen look on my face, smiling he put his hand upon my shoulder. "I have had this planned for months. The guys are covering my on-call weekend so we can stay in Charleston. The reservations were a bitch to get during Pride Week. Dining at a club I know that you will be welcome at, followed by a suite at the Harbour Vista Inn."

He cradled my face in his strong hands, "I have loved you for so long. You were only 7, when I was dumped into your foster home. It was you who snuck into my bed and held me so I could cry every night that first week. You made those three years in foster care tolerable. You have always shown love and compassion for everyone else. For the longest time I tried to think of you as just a baby brother. All that changed two years ago. I saw you helping the public with that same huge heart. I knew I needed to be in your life. I love you Chase."

He pulled me close and kissed my neck, "When you came out last year, I thought I lost my chance. I was sure you'd have a beau in short order. I couldn't act on my feelings while you were in the Explorers, and I was your advisor. That restriction is now gone, we are just co-workers. Chase, I want to be your first, and I want that first time to be perfect. Assuming you want me. Do you want me?"

All I could do was bobble my head yes. This was so much to process. I have fantasized about him for years. Thoughts of him caused some of my wildest wet dreams. He pressed his lips to mine. We hugged and kissed on each other before when I was little, but this was different it had a far different level of passion.

When we broke our kiss I was rock hard and his cock was starting to firm up straining his fly. "Oh Chase, this sucks, I am on nights you are on days. This is gonna be a long week. We better get going, the Sheriff wants me and my cruiser back in this morning. I think he is putting me in one of those fucking small Chargers. We got enough time to stop for breakfast if we hurry."

I was grateful they were finally getting him out of car 1241. It was always stalling out at the worst possible moments. I was laughing inside at the thought of him squeezing into, and riding around in the tiny cruiser.

• • • • When we arrived at the station Walker was given the keys to his new cruiser. I could see under his calm demeanor he was doing a happy dance when he saw the new SUV. Of course someone from the motor pool already threw a frosted bat logo on the lower left back window.

The Sheriff addressed us in his gruff official tone. "Deputy Justice, I know you are back on nights tonight but, please swap your gear to your new unit, then turn over your keys for 1241 to the new court runner so he can take it home."

Initially, I thought it was odd. The last thing the county needed was a dedicated vehicle for the court runner. From the station you could throw a rock and hit the courthouse. Then I reminded myself of the distance to the County Magistrate office in Saint Stephen and suddenly it made sense.

The Sheriff continued, "The auxiliary decals and lenses won't be in until Friday. Until then you're going to be riding around with a marked cruiser. Please do not speed or use the blue lights. You are also gonna be the on call translator for the deputies. Having a take-home car will speed your response if they need you in a hurry."

The Sheriff told me I would be floating around to the different sections learning what I could. In addition to doing the admin runs to the courthouse and the various state, county, and municipal government offices. He also said he would use me as a translator like he had when I was an Explorer. "I also expect you to start bulking up a bit. For goodness sake son you're thin as a razor blade. "

"Yes sir, thank you Sheriff. I am trying to get my weight up. I'm grateful for this opportunity you're giving me. I know not many would risk so much on an 18 year old, and how tight your budget is. I'm grateful that you stretched it for my salary."

The Sheriff interrupted my thought. "Son, your salary isn't coming from my budget. You're being paid for out of a special grant from one of our corporate citizens. A person who has high hopes that you're going to go far. They have done this with the one proviso that they remain anonymous. I hope that's not going to be a problem for you?"

"No sir. " I replied

"Your work with the crime scene technicians on the Jonas case was exceptional. Even the prosecutor was impressed with your attention to detail, and how well you carried yourself on the stand. You're going to be helping them out as well. I'm also going to get you used to the radio workings in dispatch. My goal is to make sure you make it through the academy with flying colors, and come back to us."

"Sir, I am truly grateful. I will work as hard as I can to make you and the agency proud."

"Chase, you already have. I wouldn't stick my neck out if you hadn't. Most of the kids in the Explorers come in and out of the program within a year or two tops. You stuck with it as a cadet for four years. I think you've learned as much as you can in that capacity. I just can't punish you by continuing to use you as the cadet commander till you hit 21. You deserve the right to grow now. I hope you take advantage of that scholarship you won over at the College."

Becoming a civil servant carries with it incredible amounts of paperwork, hours of it. Still everywhere I turned everyone was wishing me a happy birthday or welcome aboard. I had always felt comfortable here, but now I felt like they are now family. To an orphan that is huge.

Deputy Eric Gonzalez came by admin with his partner Rocco the canine in tow. Rocco climbed into my lap and sat on me licking my face. The beautiful malinois was tan, with the exception of an oval circle of black fur from the top of his eyes to the top of his chest. It extended out to his shoulders. Eric said, "Looking forward to having you in the kennels next week. The big one eight! Welcome to adulthood boy wonder!"

Cindy, the admin supervisor returned to her desk and handed me a wipe. She looked at us with disgust and said "Get that filthy beast out of here!" Then she smiled saying, "The dawg can stay." Eric gave Cindy a playful peck on the cheek and me an agency K9 section ball cap with my name stitched on the back, then left with Rocco. Then Miss Cindy continued, "That furry deputy loves the stuffing out of you."

I teasingly replied, "Which one..." She laughed. Rocco and I had been `fur'ever buddies ever since I held him while Eric rushed him to the vet. He had run into and tangled in a downed barbed wire fence during a search. I kept direct pressure on the wound. Rocco lived to track again.

Walker came into personnel and handed me the keys to 1241. "Before you take off in it, you should take a 360-degree tour of the vehicle for safety. Know your vehicle from every angle. They're going to keep the camera kit in the vehicle just in case it has to be converted back to a fleet vehicle. You will be pleased to know they yanked the prisoner cage out already."

He handed me a wrapped package. I opened the gift, it was a tablet, cell phone and a linked Bluetooth watch. Everything had a little Robin logo on its screen. "Ditch that prepaid piece of crap. I set your cell phone up as a Wi-Fi hotspot so the camera can upload live to dispatch should a deputy or citizen ever have to ride with you. See you back at the house Chase, happy birthday."

I'm not sure whether everyone turned away knowing what was coming or whether he waited for everyone to turn away before he kissed me goodbye. No tongue just pleasant lip on lip action. My very first lovers kiss in front of people, my toes damn near turned up in my boots. I gave a quiet whimper showing pleasure. Then he walked out as if it was nothing extreme.

Cindy chuckled after he left, "That man must have the bluest balls in the history of law enforcement." Then she looked up at me, "Then there is you boy. Chase honey, you blush deeper than a sunburn. It looks good on you. Who is gonna break the bad news to Rocco? He is a jealous puppy you know."

That is when the mayor and Sheriff's wife entered the personnel office. Dawn Dixon the mayor's wife started singing, "Chase N' Walker sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. . . " Clearly people saw, and didn't care. It was as if they all had been waiting for it to happen as much as we were.

Kim, the Sheriff's wife, smacked her playfully on the arm. Then addressed me, "You two look so cute together. It's about time. Cindy is he already for us? We have to get him his welcome aboard luncheon with the city fathers, as well as get him a piece of birthday cake."

Cindy removed my new identification from the laminator and gave me my proximity card for the building's doors. "He's all yours girls. Happy birthday sweetheart, I'll be along directly." Then she kissed me on the cheek. I was about to climb into the back of the SUV with the wives when the Sheriff told me to take my duty vehicle and meet them at Gilligan's.

I walked around car 1241. When I got around back I saw it in the driver's side back window. A frosted 'R' logo decal was stuck to the window where Walker's batman sticker once was. Cindy came out and asked if she could bum a ride. She gave me a side hug when she saw the decal. Miss Cindy was kind of like the agency mama. Everyone talked to her when they had problems and she could get it sorted.

• • • • The rest of the day after lunch was dominated with fittings and orientation to my new duties. I was actually fitted for a Kevlar vest. They issued me an ill-fitting older vest until the new one arrived. The Sheriff was quick to remind me I was to stay away from crime scenes until the real deputies could secure them. He did warn me translating on a domestic disturbance often came with risks and he wanted me ready.

Then Chief Deputy Pete Squire had me walk over to the bank to set up a checking account. The county went to mandatory direct deposit last year. I was met by Mr. Owen Jackson the bank manager and his son Nelson. For the past year Nelson has been my deputy commander of the Cadets, this year with the Sheriff's approval, I handed him the leadership.

It was as if Nelson was always 1 step behind me through life. Because I was 1 month older, I was lucky and started school at 4. He was always there and kept the bullies off my back. In exchange I helped him with his studies. We were as close as a twig and branch.

Mr. Jackson shook my hand and brought me into his office. "I understand you need to set up a checking account Mr. Jeffers. Do you have any funds to open one?" Nelson smiled as I reached into my book bag, he knew what was coming.

I pulled out four large mouth mason jars with rusted lids. The jars contained my life's savings. "Mr. Jackson, that's $10,726.42 sir, to the penny. Is that enough to open an account?"

His mouth fell open, "For the love of God son, please tell me you haven't been burying those in your back yard." I replied no sir, and told him I hid them in my sock drawer. He slapped his forehead, "Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Do you know how dangerous it is to carry that much money around?!?" I nodded saying I had been in four foster homes in eighteen years. I learned to trust myself.

Nelson patted his dad's shoulder, "He has the very first penny he ever earned." The manager had an odd look on his face when he ask what I had been saving for.

I expected him to laugh as I told him the secret fantasy of every orphan. "It is gonna sound stupid Mr. Jackson. I dreamt of using it to find my surviving family, and bribing them to love me. I figured I had to have a daddy out there somewhere. As I got older, I realized that dream was stupid. If I had a daddy out there, one who gave a damn, certainly he should be looking for me."

The manager asked me to call him Owen and asked if I had any new plans for the money. I told him, "I'm gonna save most of it but I have had my eye on a car that needs rebuilding over a Styles Salvage. Marty has a 55 Ford T-Bird with most of the original parts. What it needs is a new frame welded and TLC to bring it back to life. He offered a sweetheart of a deal for the pieces in exchange for a bit of barter."

"I know the one! I have had my eye on it too. Had one just like it when I was dating Amy. If that upholstery could speak!" Nelson let out an "EWWW" to the thought of his folks having sex. Owen changed his tack, "So you are a tradesman/mechanic as well?"

I corrected him, "No sir, I am an artist. Large kinetic sculpture mostly. I like making inanimate things move. It is almost like sharing the breath of life in them. My third foster father taught me how to weld and work with metal."

Nelson interrupted, "You've seen his work pop. He did the school mascot at the stadium that Mom loves, you know the huge stag."

Owen nodded and pointed at me as if to ask YOU? "Not one of my better works, I wanted to make the head bob around as if it was challenging an opponent while rutting. The school board demanded it be made static, they were afraid of the liability."

With that Owen counted and recounted the deposit. "$10,726.42 exactly. I wish Nelson had this level of discipline."

Owen presented me my bank book, deposit slip, and temporary debit card. He also handed me the completed direct deposit slip for the county. "Chase, welcome to the First Bank of Dixon County family."

I was exhausted at the end of the day headed west on Fairsprings RD. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Walker's new unit flash it's blue LED lights at me as he was headed to work. We pulled to opposite sides of the road. I put the window down arching my back making doe eyes at him. I spoke in a high falsetto, batting my eyes like a coy southern belle, "Why deputy, is this some kinda bust?"

He shook his head laughing as he crossed the road sayin, "If it were, your boyfriend would be disappointed!" He looked around to see if we were alone then leaned in the window and kissed me. Then he went into over-protective cop mode.

"Chase, why is the remote mic in the charger. Where is your duty belt and vest?" I knew that I was supposed to wear them whenever I was in the car, but it was all so large and uncomfortable. The belt pinched when I sat. I was fortunate, I was saved by the car sputtering and dying. Walker used the time to teach me how to clear the error and restart it from under the hood by myself.

With the car now running again, Walker pointed to the back seat and told me to put my duty belt and vest on.

The normal deputies uniform was NYPD Blue top and bottom. The investigators, SWAT, and senior day staff wore khaki slacks and a black shirt. The Explorers wore gray shirts and black pants. The Sheriff wanted to come up with a different color scheme for me, so I would stand out and people would know I was not sworn, but I was on the payroll. He simply flipped the day staff uniform upside down I'd wear a khaki or white polo shirt and black trousers. Walker and I looked like a checker board standing side by side.

He taught me how to trigger and clear the remote trigger and panic alarms on both the radio and the in-car camera. "When you're driving in a marked unit, you really need to use these like second nature. People will lie and file complaints on you just to make your life miserable. The cameras keep honest cops out of trouble, they protect you from false claims."

That was the same message we received for the last four years in the Explorer program. The camera is the dispassionate observer. In every argument there are three sides; the antagonist, the protagonist, and the truth.

He put his hand on my ass and drew me in. "Kenny and I fired up the smoker today. I left dinner for you in a foil pack in the oven to keep it warm. "

"God I wish you could take me here and now. It sucks being on opposite shifts from you. I wish I jumped you yesterday."

"Chase hon, it'll make Friday even better. A first time should be perfect. You deserve perfect." With that his lips brush to cross mine and he turned and walked to his cruiser. If he could make me feel this good from a kiss alone, how good would sex be with him? I loved how his ass moved in those khaki cargo pants. This was going to be a long 4 days.

What made it worse was that he was on 12-hour overnights. But I was on an 8 hour day shift. My shift started when the officers day shift started because the Sheriff wanted me in for morning stand up. That way I could find out what's going on out on the road. But what it meant was, I was there two hours before day staff was, and I'd leave normally four hours before night shift came in. Today was the exception.

Walker decided how we would be using that time. First, after my shift, I would have to hit the gym with one of the deputies, working on arms, legs, chest or endurance. Then we would have our meal together and he would hit the gym. He liked starting his day in the gym. It was a great plan, but as a great general once said no battle plan has ever survived contact with the enemy.

When I got home I discovered the foil pack in the oven. I was still learning my way around Walker's home. I was still exploring the cabin to find where things were like cleaning supplies, and kitchen utensils. He and our neighbor Kenny smoked a little venison over hickory and applewood. Those two were great in the kitchen, even if the kitchen was outdoors. I on the other hand could burn water.

• • • • Walker called me on the cell phone a few times during his shift. So I would get used to answering through the wristwatch. He told me it was the newest technology and had a lot of neat features he hoped we wouldn't have to use. I had a habit of misplacing things. There was an app that would allow me to find the cell phone from the tablet, Or the wrist watch from the cell phone with the touch of a button. He said the technology worked even if they were stolen, leading the police right to the thieves front door if, they had Wi-Fi.

Walker told me just to watch some television and key down from the excitement of the day. I was flying 5 miles high. Keying down was not in the cards.

The cabin that Walker's daddy left for him was really cool. Because it was on the hill he had something that was unique this close to the lake. It had a basement. Walker built the coolest man cave in the county with a big screen TV, stadium seats, and a workout room with its own shower.

Then there was the utility room, that's where the washer and dryer were as well as the big storage. Walker had his hunting freezers down there. Where he would store the meat from hunting season to stretch throughout the year.

I went into the laundry room and started my load of laundry. I'd noticed the door on the left side of the room. I had assumed it was just more bulk storage. What was odd was the big padlock on the door. It was unusual but I didn't want to pry. After all Walker gave me a home. He was also the guy I was very much in love with. If that meant he needed a private place, I'd let him keep his secret.

Tuesday morning began with the old cruiser stalling out on me again. I was grateful for Walker's wonderful gifts. He talked me through the procedure to clear the error and start it up again. As it sparked back to life, a couple rednecks in a flatbed pickup drove by and laughed as they yelled out Found On Road Dead. I hated that car, I knew it wasn't the model. Every fleet has that one car that has that gremlin in it that can't be killed.

I groaned as I walked into stand up and the shift commander tapped is watch. Walker just smiled in my direction knowing what happened. I sat down next to him and he slid the remnants of his dinner to me. "I guess you haven't had time to get breakfast." I shook my head as I wolfed down the remnant of his shrimp and grits.

After the briefing Captain Sunday asked me to stay behind. As soon as the doors closed, Walker was on his way home, and I was alone with him. I began to grovel, "I'm sorry sir. I should have left a little earlier. I know the car is dodgy. I should have planned accordingly. "

He laughed and rubbed my head. "Chase you need to loosen up... the problem is not you. That car has given every deputy a problem since it entered the fleet in 2012."

He handed me a piece of paper, In bold letters at the top it said vehicle anomaly report. "This is the only way we're going to get that damn piece of crap out of this fleet before it gets someone hurt. I've seen you in front of the computer screen son, I know you can write. Document what went wrong, all the symptoms. We're going to bury the motor pool in paperwork on this piece of shit."

He made a motion at the window and reserve officer Grady came in. "With this being your first real day, you got a busy one. You know where all the field offices are in the county. We've had a few incidents and we need to collect the paperwork for the Magistrate's Office to request search and arrest warrants. I want to send Grady with you today in case there any ruffled feathers or procedural bumps. If all goes well I'll send you out by yourself tomorrow or Thursday. "

I was a little insulted, but I also recognized when the time came, I wouldn't be allowed to jump straight from the academy behind the wheel of a cruiser. There would be a field training program. This was just like FTO for my civilian duties. Grady was a nice guy but he was a little old-fashioned. He also had that old man smell, that I really didn't like much. I did recognize he knew everyone in this county.

We picked up the folders that needed to be taken up to the magistrate's office from patrol, records and command. Turned in the vehicle anomaly report to the motor pool, who shook their heads not believing it. We called-out on the radio to dispatch and began our run. I would love to say that this facet of the job was nonstop excitement. That would be a lie. In fact the key element was boredom, and miles, and miles, of empty miles.

Any time we saw one of our deputies performing a traffic stop, Grady would have me pull to the side of the road about a quarter-mile behind to watch their back. Road deputies worked single person vehicle assignments. If God forbid something happened to them, they would be alone for a very long time. A cold chill went down my spine when Grady informed me of that. I thought of my Walker.

While Grady was plain-spoken, he was also blunt as a brick. "So Chase, I understand you and `Skip' Justice are queer for each other." He saw the blush on my face. "Son I don't care who you fuck. I just wanted you to know my butt is made for out only." Then he began laughing as if it was some huge joke.

I knew Grady knew Walker longer than me and I had a burning question. "Grady, How did Walker get that nickname Skip?"

He chuckled then told me he gave him the name. "That was one of the saddest days of my career son. I was on foot patrol when I heard the two shots. Came up on a restaurant and found a little boy huddled over the bodies of his parents. The shooter saw me and dropped his weapon. I was cuffing him and reading him his rights, when Walker picked up the shooters discarded gun. Had to talk the firearm from that boy's hands. It was so long ago I forget exactly what I said, but I ended with `son you cain't just skip justice.' I started calling him Skip after that. The name stuck."

The old man rubbed the back of my neck and continued, "He was a trooper all the way through the trial and sentencing. In the end the shooter got the justice he earned and was put to death. The rat bastard didn't even try to appeal. It was during the trial I learned how special you are son. I pretty much hand held Skip through the trial. He told me how you comforted him and helped him settle into foster care. You got a good heart Chase, and the two of you deserve each other."

The rest of the day consisted of us running in and out of offices all over the county picking up and dropping off envelopes and folders to each location. Eating mediocre fast food and drinking substandard coffee in between deliveries. The car stalled out twice more. When we made it back to the home office, I filed yet another vehicle anomaly report. A report I was positive would be ignored. Then Grady and I delivered our run sheet to the Captain.

"Chase, Grady thinks you'd benefit from one more day with him. He'd like to show you some of the hiding places. Places that people think we don't know about. Grady was a road deputy for a very long time. The man also knows about every shortcut in this County. Rumor has it he's made a few of them."

I made the entries into my timesheet for the day and then headed to the locker room. Eric was there, he pointed to my name on one of the empty lockers. At that moment, what others would dismiss as a stupid plastic name tag, to me it was as if it were written in solid gold.

After 40 minutes of running and 10 minutes of sprinting on the treadmill. Eric led me through a grueling weight training session. It focused on increasing my upper body strength. An hour and a half after we begun he and a few of the other deputies were patting my sweaty back telling me I did a good job and Eric lead me back into the locker room to shower.

Eric followed me to the diner and had dinner with Walker and I. Walker thanked Eric for following me to the diner. "I just don't trust him driving that damn car. It failed 3 times today. "

I smiled and said, "Four actually."

"Fuck the take-home car. We're going to get you a reliable vehicle and you can pick up whatever piece of crap they want you driving around the county from the station. Hell you can use my AMX/3" He loved that car, my mouth fell open at the offer but I realized there were larger issues.

I replied back sharply, "And if you or one of guys need an interpreter in the field in a hurry? The car may not be one hundred percent reliable, but I am. I'm not going to slap the Sheriff's face my first week on the job. How many civilian employees have a take-home vehicle?"

He dropped his gaze knowing I was right. I continued, "I'll be good, you taught me how to fix the problem. It's not gonna be an issue. At most I'll be down a minute and a half, maybe two minutes, while I start the car again. I can't see that causing too much harm for me. I'd rather be stuck in the gremlin infested vehicle than any one of you guys."

We walked out to our vehicles as the sunset. Eric took off for his house, and Walker took me in his arms. He kissed me and slowly parted my lips with his tongue. My tongue softly stroked the underside of his.

Approaching headlights interrupted our passion. The last thing we wanted to deal with was getting called to the Sheriff's office for public displays of affection between two male employees. The people are kind enough around here, but they don't want their nose rubbed in it. It is not fair, but what in life is?

Walker cupped my right ass cheek. "See you in the morning sweetheart. This is going to be a long week."

• • • • The vehicle made it in to the station the next morning without any issues. The patrol captain pulled me aside and said, "24 hours and we've already got our first complaint on you. The boys in the motor pool are a little annoyed with the number of vehicle anomaly reports. I am so glad that Grady initialed them. Keep it up. We'll get that piece of crap out of this fleet in one way or the other."

Grady and I made the rounds. Along the way he showed me some of the county I had never seen. Grady had a story for everything. He knew everyone's business, and the location of every abandoned farmhouse and factory in the county. It was if he had his own internal GPS and every single hiding place was marked and cataloged for future knowledge. He told me sometimes you have to know the history of a place in order to be able to pass information on in the clear.

It was a good day, until we found `them.' There's an old axiom in law enforcement, sometimes shit is dumped on you, sometimes you just fall into it. This would be the latter. I saw the shapes on the side of the road, two lumps. Initially I thought it was roadkill. Then Grady told me to stop the vehicle. He drew his weapon from his ankle holster. I put out the 10-33 (Emergency at this station all others ceased transmitting) and gave our location. Grady told me to increase it to a first responder/medical emergency, men down.

We approached the two bodies on the side of the road, Grady's head was on a full swivel. Looking for everything that was out of place. I reached down and checked for a pulse both men were dead and their bodies cold. Their lips were cyanotic. One man had ligature marks around his neck. Hell, they damn near cut his head off. The other had a gaping hole in the center of the chest. I recognized the uniforms the men were wearing and I gave the officer down call. I reported both men were State Corrections Officers.

Deputy Eric Gonzalez was next on scene. He had me sit in his suv with Rocco. One of the Corrections Officers was his old partner. The partner had left the Sheriff's office for a bigger paycheck. Within 15 minutes the Sheriff and the mobile command post were there. The State Police also arrived, as well as a few of the city cops. The scene was awash with white, red, and blue lights. The Sheriff approached Grady and I. He put his hand around the back of my neck, "Are you okay son?" he asked.

Grady responded for me, "The kid did good Sheriff. He followed the textbook to the letter. He briefed the first officer to arrive which were our footprints, and what was touched. He even made it back to our car before he threw up. As I recall that was better than you did as a rookie at your first homicide."

Trembling I looked at the Sheriff and said, "It's not quite how I imagined my third day on the job."

He grimaced and rubbed my neck harder, "But it is part of the job, and the fact that you're still alive to do it, is a good thing. Give your statement to Eric and the troopers, then go home early, and call it a day. Cindy will close out your timesheet."

The Sheriff had Eric take my statement, while he debriefed Grady. The state of course took over primary jurisdiction. The Sheriff offered whatever support we could give. The troopers briefed him with the identity of the five prisoners who were on the way to Lieber Correctional Institution. Three were death row convicts, a serial rapist, and a methamphetamine cooker/distributor.

Investigators analyzed the scene and said that it appeared two vehicles, probably a sedan and suv, were involved in addition to the transport van. One guard was still unaccounted for, a brand new corrections officer named Chris Stevens. The patrol commander was wondering how he was going to tell his wife and daughter. Eric offered to notify his old partners wife and the State Police investigators gave him permission to do so.

The Troopers thanked us for looking out over the Corrections Officers and securing the scene until the real officers could arrived. The Sheriff rubbed my neck again and told me, "Go home. Bring Walker up to speed on the events and have him call me. I'll bring Grady back to the office, now you just go home son."

I wasn't going to make the man tell me again. I climbed back into the car and put it into gear. Of course it immediately stalled. After quickly clearing the error and starting it, I was once again on my way. I entered the cabin quietly, locking the door behind me. I walked back to Walker's room. I could hear him snoring. Part of me wanted to let him sleep, but I knew what the Sheriff wanted.

I climbed onto his bed and held him. He woke up as I began sobbing on his chest. "What's wrong little guy. It can't be that bad. Did you get fired?"

He pulled me close as I told him the story. When I gave him the names of the two dead corrections officers, he said shit. He knew them both. I told him how Eric was handling the notification of one of them with our agencies Chaplin. He told me he hadn't met the missing man. I also told him how the Sheriff wanted me to brief him. He wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed my forehead. Then his lips softly kissed their way to mine. These were not passionate kisses they were just comforting ones.

I knew what was coming next. He grabbed his cell phone and called the Sheriff. He was in speaker mode as he gathered his uniform. The Sheriff called him in to shift 4 hours early. He was directed to assemble the rest of the SWAT team. He wanted every abandoned building in the county swept and cleared. The Sheriff's final words put a chill down my spine. "Take no chances. If they offer even a little resistance, skip justice, just put them down."

Walker took me down into the basement. Opening the gun locker he handed me a pump action shotgun. "Chase, you keep this in arms reach. When I go out, lock all the doors. If anyone tries to get in without a key, you shoot them twice and call ME first." I nodded in acknowledgement. "Patrol and I'll swing by during the night to sweep the neighborhood. Keep the door locked!"

He kissed me good night and ran out to his vehicle. The gravel flew as his SUV screamed out of the driveway and down the road. Innocent blood had been shed in his county. He was on a mission to make sure no more flowed.

I fell asleep in Walker's bed listening to the scanner through the night. It was a restless sleep. I kept imagining the two dead bodies. What if it had been Walker, Eric, Grady, or even Sheriff Daughtry. I wondered what was happening to the missing corrections officer. There were more traffic stops than normal. My heart was in my throat with each one. Eventually fatigue won out and I collapsed, snuggling hard against one of Walker's pillows inhaling his scent deeply.

• • • • The next morning, I rose with the first light of dawn. I was determined to arrive well before changeover. Although I was not sworn I wanted them to know they could count on me. I needed them to know they could count on me.

I broadcast my unit number and 10-11 (On duty) 10-17 (en route) to station. Both dispatch and Walker acknowledge the call. Walker however acknowledged it through my bluetooth watch. I warned him there may be a little drool on his pillow. I said I just felt safer in his room last night. He told me it was no problem.

I made it all the way down to the intersection of Fairsprings Road and North Highway 52 when the car stalled out. "Fuck!" I shouted. I made it a whopping total of 2000 feet. "So much for the guys being able to count on me. I couldn't even get out to the fucking highway." I muttered bitterly. As I reopened the radio mike giving my unit number and "10-7 (out of service at) Fairsprings Road and Highway 52, disabled vehicle." I could imagine the roars of laughter in dispatch as I hit the hood release.

Instead the lapel mic barked out "Do you require assistance." I asked for 2 minutes to try to fix the anomaly myself. I thought to myself, better wilted laurels the no laurels at all. Sure 'nuff in one minute and 30 seconds the car sputtered back to life.

I had my hand on the lapel mic as I reached up for the hood and slammed it down. My thumb slipped over and pushed the orange distress button, when I saw the man with the shotgun pointed at my chest. What happened next was right out of the movies. Things slowed down to a surreal slow motion. I saw the barrel of the weapon explode in my direction. I felt the impact of the shotgun pellets against my vest as I fell backwards onto the highway.

What I didn't know was that Walker had the cellular phone programmed to open a data channel if I ever hit the distress button on the radio or the camera. What I did know was if either distress button had been pressed, agency policy dictated the other unit would begin transmitting or recording. I knew they were hearing every word, every sound. "I'm down, I'm hit." I muttered praying the shooter would not hear. The pain was excruciating. I focused all my attention on trying to play dead, I failed.

The short bald man ran to my side and exclaimed. "Fuck! Carl it's just a kid!"

"Shit Dennis, the little fucker shouldn't have been driving a squad car. The Sheriff shoulda just hanged a target on this tiny son of a bitch." I realized the two men were the Boudreaux Brothers. They had just been convicted of double homicide. The men had been on every single news broadcast for the last month. I thought to myself, `I am so dead.' The only thing these men hated worse than minorities were cops. In their eyes, sworn or not, I was the latter.

Dennis Boudreaux reached down and touched my throat. "The little fucker still alive! We got us another hostage." The men flipped me over on my stomach and secured my hands behind my back with the handcuffs from the spotlight handle in my cruiser. The cuffs bit into my skin as they tightly ratcheted around my flesh. They use the nylon hobble cord to secure my legs, fastening it to the hinged portion of the handcuffs, and my belt.

Dennis and Carl then threw me into the back of the cruiser. Then we roared off north into the Francis Marion National Forest. I prayed that we would remain in contact with the tower long enough for the guys to get a fix on me. I have never been a spiritual man, I used to hate being drug to church by my foster parents, but I mean to tell you I was praying now.

I decided to risk it I spoke to them. "You guys are the Boudreaux Brothers right?" They laughed. "Guys just take the car, leave me on the side of the road. I'm just a civilian, I'm doing this to make ends meet. Please don't hurt me, just leave me on the side of the road. This deep in Francis Marion it will take them hours to find me. By that time you could be In Jamestown, Oceda, or maybe even Andrews."

Carl Boudreaux suddenly slammed his foot on the brakes and I was thrown against the backs of the front seats. "The fucker is feeding them our location." The doors to the backseat flew open and a fist made contact with my face. I was out.

I woke sometime later, stripped naked in the back of the cruiser. We were pulling up next to an abandoned farmhouse. The car was approached by another man. I recognized him as well Alan Boudreaux. Based on what I remembered from his rap sheet he was the oldest and meanest of the brothers. All three of the men had been in and out of one correctional institution or another all of their lives.

"Boys, what have you brought me here?"

"Alan we have to torch the cruiser and get the hell out of here. The other dumb asses got caught. We barely made it away. We were lucky to stumble on this little fucker. Nearest I can tell he's a wannabe piglet. The fucker must have hit a panic button and opened the channel on the radio. He was feeding them where he thought we were headed. That's when we cut his clothes off, then ripped out and threw the radio's out of the car. Then we headed straight here."

Alan Boudreaux spoke to his brothers, "A good call. Officer Stevens has been helping me pass the time until you guys finally came back from dumping the van. I was getting a little worried. I thought you guys might actually be heading north to get away. Leaving me to take the fall alone for your escape."

Dennis Boudreaux replied, "Never Alan! We dumped the body of the tweaker who got shot during the break, like you told us to. Then we sunk the van in the lake. We were driving back here. Then Dave and the co-ed raper got the attention of the deputies by blowing a stop sign. Carl and I were able to bail out of the back while they were on a curve. It look like the two of them were just gunned down."

Carl chimed in, "When we got the squad car, we saw the kid here and thought you might want to play with something pretty."

Alan Boudreaux grab my chin roughly pulling my face upward, "That was a really good idea Carl. This pretty little thing doesn't even look like he's been touched. Unlike CO Stevens, who let's just say he's a little loose for my liking, NOW. Forget torching the car, park it in the garage, and pull the battery cables. No sense drawing a big X where we've been. If they think you guys are heading north that's where they'll put their resources. Throw the new little pussy boy in the back of the SUV."

Carl picked me up and threw me into the back of the SUV, on top of the naked, battered, and bound body of corrections officer Stevens. His face and body were covered in bruises, his lip was split. There was also a trail of blood, cum, and shit streaming down his legs from his ass. "You two boys need a little privacy to get to know each other." The murderer sneered as he threw a blanket over us. Then the three men climbed in the front and we drove off.

In their haste to get the radio equipment out of the car, they left my little Bluetooth watch on my body. The red glow of its face softly, glowing under the blanket, told me it was recording on Vox. The color also told me I was nowhere near my cell phone, or an open Wi-Fi source. Officer Stevens identified himself as Chris. I weakly replied "Chase."

• • • • The light flashed pale blue every so often as we passed a Wi-Fi source. Sadly it never flashed green, the sign that it was transmitting its data and location. I found myself praying each time that it would last longer.

Alan Boudreaux announced, "I scouted a place while I was setting up how to spring you guys, where we could hide out. Just until things cooled off a bit. We can even get to know the boys back there. Have us a bit of fun." The light from my watch went solid blue. The SUV stopped and Alan directed Dennis to go open the doors on the loading dock.

The sound of squeaking grating metal filled the air. When it stopped Alan Boudreaux pulled into the building. The SUV's engine turned off and the back doors opened. Then I saw a green glow reflecting on the inside of the blanket. When the blanket was ripped off of Chris and I. The light streaming into the vehicle blinded us. We blinked our eyes quickly trying to adjust.

The younger Boudreaux's grabbed Chris and threw him onto a festering mattress behind the SUV. I recognized where I was thanks to the training I received from Grady. I yelled, "Chris, just go with it. We're totally screwed, no one was going to look for us all the way in Cainhoy Landing. Hell no one has been in the old bottling plant for five years."

Alan Boudreaux caressed my body. "You are smart boy. You may have just saved that pigs life. For now." I was still hogtied and handcuffed. When his finger made contact with my asshole my hips bucked forward violently.

He reached around and slammed his hand into my cock and balls pulling my hips backwards. "Listen up fuck stick! You do not pull away from me. That hole is mine now. Your whole body is mine now. My brothers is gonna to put on a little show for you princess. Then you is gonna to show me how much you appreciate it with those pretty lips. Now if you're thinking about biting anything, I want you to think again."

He told his brother Dennis to show me what was done to him on his first night in juvenile hall. The man removed his fake teeth from his mouth showing a wide gummy smile. "The boys wanted to have a little fun with Dennis. He tried to bite and they took his teeth out with a baseball bat. I think we can find something to make that happen here. When I get hard, you're going to wrap your lips around my cock and make me feel good or I'm going to knock your teeth out. One way or the other your mouth and ass is gonna make my cock feel good boy."

I begged him please don't. He continued caressing my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Whether I take you hard or gentle, is entirely up to you boy. I don't want to take you like I took that pig over there. Or how my brothers is about to take him again." The sandy blonde Chris was struggling to remain on all fours. On Cue Carl Boudreaux drove his entire shaft balls deep into Chris's bowels. His jade green eyes slammed shut in agony. He let out a blood-curdling scream, which chilled my soul.

I begged, "Please not like this. I don't want to lose it this way."

I hissed as Alan violently shoved his finger into my ass, "Baby, you is a virgin? Don't worry, you won't be for long!" As Dennis Boudreaux drove his cock into Chris's throat I could feel Alan becoming excited. His cock began to swell against the side of my head. "Is you ready bitch? I sure as hell is!" With that he grabbed my head and ground his cock against my lips. "Open up bitch, or so help me I'll bust every single one of your purdy teeth out and I'll take you the hard way. Easy or hard, is all up to you."

I parted my lips and granted his cock entrance. His precum tasted truly foul. I knew better than to recoil from the taste. While this man had never been convicted of murder, the apparent sadistic side of his nature on display told me if he had not done it yet, he could very efficiently.

He was shoving my head down upon the spongy flesh of his cock so hard that I gagged. He allowed me only a moment to recover when he did it again and again. After many minutes of desperate suckin, I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth. He shoved my head down upon his shaft again and my gag reflex triggered, I vomited all over his lap.

I begged his forgiveness that I didn't have control over it. He jumped out of the bed of the SUV and beat my face again. I heard a crunch and everything went dark.

When I awoke my right eye was swollen and limbs ached. I was being stretched. There was incredible pressure on my chest and stomach. Suddenly I realized I was tied face down to a narrow table. My legs were spread and tied to the legs of the table. The handcuffs had been re-positioned in front of me. My head flopped over the side of the table. I saw a broom handle or rod had been shoved between the legs of the table and the cuffs. I could also see a green glow from my wrist.

Alan spoke menacingly, "Well little boy we tried to do this gentle. You wouldn't cooperate, so now we will teach you the other way."

I knew help was on the way, I had to stall. "Please Sir! I've never done that before. I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean to throw up on you sir. Please Mr. Boudreaux, give me another chance. I'm so sorry it was just too big. Don't hurt me again."

I looked over at Chris the two younger Boudreaux Brothers switched positions and he was now lying on his back. Alan Boudreaux shoved two fingers forcefully in my ass, all the way up to the hilt. I knew this to him was being gentle. I just couldn't wrap my head around how I would handle the pain of his cock's entry, if I could not handle his fingers.

The older Boudreaux knelt behind me and drove his tongue into my ass. He would remove his tongue long enough to drive his spit into my hole with his fingers. Every so often he would twist them around. It felt like electric shocks when he made contact with my prostate. By the time he got the third finger into my ass, I was becoming accustomed to their presence physically. Mentally was a far different story.

I could feel his fingers withdraw for my hole and he walked to some greasy hoist chains dangling to my left. He drug a finger through the goo removing a healthy dollop. I felt his fingers work the goo into my hole. I also knew he was now standing and what was coming. He rested the head of his cock in the industrial lubricant now covering my asshole.

From his perspective the grease was his idea of taking me easily. From my perspective it felt like he was shoving a burning hot spear into my ass. I shouted with the pain as my flesh tore. It excited him and he thrust in to the hilt causing me to shriek so loud that I couldn't make a sound. The sight was enough that Carl pulled out of Chris's mouth.

When Carl approached the side of the table where my head was hanging. I heard the elder brother chastise him, "You get seconds ONLY when I'm done! This one is mine and I have yet to receive proper enjoyment from his mouth." He continued to slam fuck my ass. It felt like it was on fire. After minutes of fucking me, I was overcome by shame. While the pain was still there, I also felt a strange pleasure.

I found myself perversely grateful that Chris was there before me. Clearly Alan Boudreaux had used his ass so often, he was having difficulty maintaining control of his erection. By the time he got to me, his orgasms came quickly. I was surprised however by his recuperative power, and how often he could get an erection back. In a few deep strokes I felt the warmth of his seed turning my ass into his personal cum drop.

My cock spasmed and shot thick ropes of cum onto the floor. He collapsed across my back and whispered in my ear. "I knew you would like it bitch. I may just strap your ass to my hog, and use you as my permanent bitch. Assuming you behave till we head out."

He rose off me and the table and walked around to my head. He pulled my head up until my eyes made contact with his. "Carl if you want, to use my little sluts hole, go right ahead. In exchange you're going to make sure this bitch doesn't bite my cock off." He produced a filleting knife and handed it to his brother. After showing me the blade he said, "If he bites, if he does anything I don't like, you stick the piglet."

With that Carl shoved his rod up my ass as well. Alan laughed then told me to open my mouth and curl my lips over my teeth. He pushed his cock into my mouth. I could taste the grease, blood, shit, and cum on his shaft, it was revolting. I don't know whether it was the taste that was revolting, or just the fact that it came from my ass and it's now in my throat. More likely was the fact that I didn't have any say in the matter.

Carl decided to take his time and enjoy my flesh. Pulling his cock almost out of my ass only to drive it back in to the hilt. The whole time thanking Alan for the use of his "girl friend" or "cum slut."

The two men developed a rhythm as they thrust into my body. The three men were shouting in pleasure about what they were enjoying about Chris and my body's. The look of shame and pity coming off of Chris's face made me feel even worse. Dennis and Carl howled in delight at almost the same time. I felt Carl's hot seed painting the inside of my ass, mixing with Alan's spent load. He praised me as a pretty little slut, as he held his cock firm inside of me.

Alan Boudreaux dumped his load deep into my throat and let his cock slip from my lips. He then ordered his brother Dennis to shoot the pig and get ready to go. As Dennis drew the pistol from the pocket of his prison jumpsuit, I begged him to spare the other man's life. "Please! I will obey you without hesitation! You won't even have to hit me, I will just obey. I'll suck or fuck whoever you tell me to. Please don't kill him..."

Alan held up a hand and Dennis's finger came up off the trigger and the gun hand dropped back to his side. Alan rested his still semi hard cock against my lips and I drew it into my mouth slowly licking and sucking it clean as he spoke. "That's my good little bitch. I have heard you pleading. What you don't understand is this. You two were mine to do with as I pleased as soon as I took you. As far as not hitting you, I like a little fight in my bitches."

He hollered, "Dennis, kill the PIG!" That's when I heard the doors open. I heard two gunshots and felt a sharp pain in my right side. I felt something rush between my legs. The tan and black missile latched hold of Alan's scrotum and testicles, tearing the delicate sack. Blood sprayed across my face as the big man dropped.

The lifeless body of Dennis Boudreaux collapsed upon Corrections Officer Stevens. Carl collapsed in a heap behind me on the floor. Alan Boudreaux was desperately trying to hold on to what little manhood Rocco left him. He was begging for mercy.

I felt a giddy warm sensation as Walker hollered, "Fuck! Eric, he's been stabbed!" With that, my vision faded to black again.

• • • • --Back the clock up to the moment Chase slammed the hood of his vehicle, and change the point of view to Walker--

For a split-second we sat there in stunned silence in the briefing room. Listening to the sound of the distress tones followed by the gun blast. We were praying to hear his voice. For a moment we were happy when we heard him announce, "I'm down, I'm hit." He was talking, that meant he was still alive. That gave us room to work. Eric and I ran for our cruisers then sped off running code, north out of the city.

When we had reached Fairsprings Road and Highway 52. Chase and the car were gone. Eric and I broke into a search grid, desperately looking for Chase's car. Per protocol we switched our car radios to the tactical channel. At the same time we monitored Chase's frequency with our portables. My heart broke with each clue he was giving us. He identified his attackers and eventually their direction of travel. I realized how much danger he was putting himself in.

The Sheriff called me on my cell, and told me to return to station. I told him, "No. You can suspend me when this is over. Chase is my responsibility, please sir don't take me off the road now." Then the clues ended as I heard the sound of Chase getting beaten. I listened helplessly as I heard the sounds of ripping fabric, and the thunk of a radio mic hitting the pavement. Then the sound of a car driving off. Dispatch announced that the locator from the GPS was stationary. . . video contact lost.

Eric found Chase's radio and shredded clothing on Highway 54, near the northern county line. The Sheriff issued a Statewide bolo (be on the lookout) for the vehicle and its civilian occupant. Eric and I returned to the station. He carried in the evidence bags containing the remnants of Chase's uniform and his gear. Every 20 minutes or so the screen on his tablet would glow as his watch attempted to make contact with it on what we assumed were open Wi-Fi routers their vehicle was passing.

Jacob in IT announced, "They have to be on the east side of the county!" He explained "It is the only place without much development, anywhere else the watch would be connecting, unless he is..." His eyes met mine, he knew to stop. Jacob synced Chase's tablet to everyone's MDT. We were all on the same page. We just needed a target.

Four of the longest hours of my life passed. Suddenly a tiny voice broke over everyone's MDT's. It was Chase, "Chris, just go with it. We're totally screwed, no one was going to look for us all the way in Cainhoy Landing. Hell no one has been in the old bottling plant for five years."

I thought `good boy' and prayed he would now shut up so the brother's wouldn't catch on. The blue dot on my screen hovered over the site. We were the nearest units but still 30 minutes away running code. We had to listen to the men being assaulted the entire time we responded.

• • • • We quickly staged in the Café parking lot that relayed Chase's watch signal. When we heard him pleading for CO Steven's life, we knew we were out of time. The small SWAT team was on its own. We entered in a tight four man sweep. We knew the men were armed, we knew they had hostages, and had already killed. When we entered it became a flurry of action.

One man had a knife pressed against Chase's back, between his lower ribs. The man fucking CO Stevens was brandishing a hand gun. Two shots rang out and the men dropped. Martin and Tony didn't have a good shot at the third man. My weapon jammed.

Eric released Rocco. He swept through the legs of the table an latched on to the only thing at nose level, the suspect's scrotum. I could see a cloud of misting blood spray up from the suspect's groin as the K-9 severed the man's testicles from his body. Rocco realized he lost his grip and went in for a second and third bite. Eric issued the release command and Tony threw hand cuffs on the surviving suspect.

I rushed to Chase's side and saw the knife sticking out of his back between his lower ribs. "Fuck! Eric, he's been stabbed!" I shouted and Chase closed his eyes. I fought the urge to remove the weapon. I knew it was at least plugging the hole. I bandaged him the best I could while Eric cut him loose and released the cuffs.

Tony swept the scene for more suspects, and located scrap wood that could be used as a litter for Chase. I knew with the dark blood that was flowing he didn't have long, an organ had been hit. There wasn't time to pre-stage EMS before we entered. The only way he would survive was if we transported him, NOW. Deputy Martin Nadali grabbed a disposable blanket from my cruiser and we wrapped Chase in it to preserve biologic evidence. Martin drove as I cared for Chase.

The Hospital ED sprung to life when we entered. I performed patient transfer and told the doctors of the sexual assault and as much biographical and medical data as possible, including Chase's severe latex allergy. I knew with his blood type things were going to get more difficult. Eric arrived at the hospital and took point on the case and physical evidence collection, I was too close.

I called back to the office and had Cindy fill in the blanks. Cindy faxed the data to the hospital. She told me the Sheriff was two minutes out. Deputy Tony Wrungle rode in the ambulance with Boudreaux. I was pissed they took him here. I had a perverse sense of glee when the doc's reported not only were his testicles missing, he would likely be impotent due to Rocco's attack.

Stevens was in the next ambulance. Moments later, the Sheriff entered the hall as the trauma surgeon told me Chase named me as his next of kin and health care proxy. I went numb and collapsed into the chair as she read of his injuries.

"Mr. Jeffers has massive contusions over much of his body, a concussion, multiple lacerations, a fractured right orbital socket caused by physical impact, two broken ribs and impact damage due to gunshot absorbed by his vest, traumatic rectal hematoma requiring surgical correction, massive puncture and impact damage to his right kidney resulting in partial renal failure. Deputy he has a long road ahead of him, but he is young and strong."

The doctor continued with her report, resting her hand on my shoulder. "We have turned over the physical evidence of the rape to Deputy Gonzalez. We have cleaned up the biologics, and foreign matter the suspects left behind inside him. We have also administered routine empiric prophylaxis for STDs, and the surgical suite is being prepared. We have two surgical teams ready to go. One to repair the physical trauma left behind, and one to try to stabilize the kidney."

At some point she wandered away. Sheriff Daughtry approached, I turned my eyes up to him. I knew what was going to happen I willfully disobeyed his orders. I reflexively handed the man my badge, creds, and service weapon.

"Skip, I have one good man fighting for his life. Please don't make me lose one of my best deputies as well. As far as disobeying my order, 30 day suspension, with pay. Take care of Chase."

• • • • --Change point of view back to Chase --

Walker has been by my side 24/7 for over four weeks. Cindy has brought him clean clothes daily and he's been bathing in the sink. Cindy has been great, she and the wives arranged transplant drives trying to find me a replacement organ.

Cindy entered the room, "knock knock you two." Like she was interrupting us. She dropped a couple envelopes into Walker's lap. "You got mail." He quickly read them and handed them to me. Cindy then gave him a change of clothes. He went into the bathroom for a sink bath.

She hugged and smiled at me, "I do think he wants you to read those." The first was the state's official shooting and use of force report about the actions used in my rescue. It cleared the members of the team, even Rocco.

There was a letter from the Harbour Vista Inn as well, "To Deputy Justice we regret that you had to cancel your recent stay with us. Sheriff Daughtry was kind enough to explain your situation. Please accept this refund of your deposit and offer for a weekend stay for you and your partner in one of our suites. We in the Harbour Vista family wish your partner a speedy recovery and look forward to your stay in the future." The letter had a tiny gay friendly business logo in the bottom right corner.

Cindy gave me another hug and told me she had another tissue typing event to do. That woman was focusing all of her free time on keeping me alive. I was grateful today was Tuesday. I only had dialysis on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The doctor was talking about releasing me today.

My dialysis treatments could be done through the local hospital on an outpatient basis. At least until my body became too toxic. I was not looking forward to the endstage. It would be a miracle beyond biblical perspective for the surviving kidney to regenerate. If a donor can't be found soon the next thing I'll be measured for is a pine box. No one told me that up front but I knew.

There was a knock at the door. Corrections Officer Stevens, a beautiful woman with long raven black hair, and a little girl into the room. "Chase, I wanted to introduce you to my wife Belinda and my baby girl Sarah. Girls this is the guy who kept me alive." Chris fist-bumped me. Belinda hugged my neck and held my hand. Little Sarah kissed my cheek and gave me a bundle of carnations.

"Chris, I'd say we kept each other going. As far as the guy responsible for saving our lives that would be that man right there. Dixon County Deputy Walker Justice and his team." I saw the look in Chris's eyes. I knew he wanted to go further. "Belinda could you take Miss Sarah down to the nurse's station and see if they can find a vase of water for these beautiful flowers please." With that the girls left.

"Chase take a little of the hero-worship that you earned. Walker and I have a badge and a gun to hide behind. You put yourself at risk, you talked the rescue team to us. It was clear, if they had escaped the Boudreaux Brothers may have taken you with them as a plaything. But, there was no way I was getting out of that warehouse alive."

I blushed as he continued, "Your Sheriff is offered me a job. Belinda's supporting my choice. I just can't work corrections anymore. I want to be the guy to put the guilty in prison, not just guard them."

The women in his life returned. Both kissed on me and thanked me again. We talked for 30 minutes till the administration team arrived with my discharge paperwork.

• • • • As good as his word the doctor did spring me early in the afternoon. I had a 8 am appointment the next morning for my first four hour outpatient dialysis treatment. The Sheriff arranged a police escort from the hospital home.

The escort peeled off as we pulled into the drive. Walker was carrying the over protectiveness a little too far as he swept me up off my feet and carried me over the threshold into the cabin. He was about to carry me into my room when I tapped his shoulder. "Walker, can we make your room, OUR room?"

He kissed my lips and entered the master bedroom. He gently laid me down on the side of the bed closest to the bathroom door. I wasn't expecting him to give up his side of the bed, but it did make sense. He knew when nature called there was a sudden urgency about it these days.

While in the hospital Walker would occasionally climb up in the bed with me. The hospital staff had issue with it, until I asked the doctor "Is it going to make me any sicker?" She looked at the all too rare smile Walker put on my face, and relented.

Walker climbed onto the bed next to me. He wrapped his mighty oak-like arms around me and pulled me to his chest. I felt every one of his muscles ripple as it made contact with my body. I started to rub and suck on his chest through his tank top. He grabbed my hands and asked, "Are you sure? Are you really ready?"

I answered him yes to both questions. Then I had a question, "Are you ready?" I saw the bottle of lube sitting on his nightstand and the lack of condoms. "Do you have ru-rubbers?" I never thought I would see the day when I would say that without blushing.

He replied, "Chase I love you, and I want to feel you bare."

"Walker, I know you're clean. We won't know I'm clean for another 5 months. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I got you sick." It was unlikely they gave me anything. The compulsory blood tests on the three men came back negative. The sad truth is a lot of these bugs can remain dormant.

I continued, "I had a good long talk with the doc... Here are MY rules till the final blood tests comes in: - If I enter you oral or anal, my cock WILL be wrapped. NO discussion, NO debate. Until PROVEN otherwise, I am NOT clean. - You can cum in my mouth. Doc said to date there are no reports of anyone receiving HIV from receiving head. While I would prefer you wait on entering me bare anywhere, I will play the odds if you wish. - Rimming requires a barrier. - When your cock enters my ass, It will be wrapped.

If these are not acceptable conditions, we will wait until I am pronounced clean. I will NOT risk your life for any amount of pleasure. Are you okay with these rules?"

He knew he was not going to win this argument. "I have to go get some food for the house anyway. You take a nap and I'll be right back." He kissed my forehead and went on about his errand. The doctor gave us a list of foods that were on the do not eat list.

The sad truth was they were foods that both Walker and I loved. The nephrologist wanted to extend the life out of this kidney as long as possible. He was still hoping for regeneration. I knew the odds as well as he did, and I never did believe in winning the lottery. Walker was giving up so much to be with me. I felt guilty about insisting on the condoms, but the man shouldn't have to give up his life to be with me, especially since my life may be so short.

I wanted to be ready the moment he returned to me. I showered and found a very floral scented soap. Very unusual to find in a hardcore jocks bathroom I thought. I figured he had prepared for me. I figured if this is how he wanted me to smell, who am I to judge.

The air conditioning was blasting and I was freezing my ass off. The doctor said the cold temperature would help with my recovery, I think Walker was giving in to a little overkill again. I opened his closet hoping to find a bathrobe, or one of his long dress shirts to curl up in until he returned. On the far right side of his closet I saw a collection of lacey lingerie on padded hangers inside a clear plastic garment bag.

I held a white satin robe with floral embroidery up against my body. It looked like a perfect fit. Was this how he saw me? I looked in the mirror. What the fuck was I doing, I'm a guy... Apparently I'm a guy who looks pretty fucking hot and women's clothes. If this is how Walker saw me, this is how he would have me. This was OUR first time together, I wanted his fantasy to be as perfect as possible too.

My alarm for meds went off. I took them with my shot glass sized allotment of water. They reduced my water intake to just the essentials. Unfortunately I hadn't eaten a lot today, so my pain meds went right to my head. I fell asleep counting the moments for him to rejoin me.

• • • • "What the fuck!" I woke instantly on those three words. "Chase where the hell did you get that get up?" I told him how I found the sexy clothes in his closet, and assumed he wanted to see me in them. "Oh buddy I'm sorry. That stuff belongs, belonged, to my mom. I didn't have the heart to get rid of it."

My head dropped as I stood and started reaching to remove the garment. He saw the shamed look on my face and wrapped his arms around me. "Stop, look at me." He pulled my chin up so that his eyes were looking into mine. "You really did this for me?" I could only nod yes. "You look so beautiful. I totally don't deserve you." One of his hands slid down the silky fabric to my ass, while the other pulled my lips to his.

He laid me down upon the bed propped up with some pillows. "You wait right here, I have to run and grab some stuff I got. I'm not quite ready." I opened the little robe and let it drape to my sides. When he walked back into the bedroom he almost dropped the brown bag. "Damn you look hot!"

He maintained a death grip on the brown bag as he walked over to his side of the bed and set it down. He took the bottle of water based lube and threw it in the trash. He slowly removed his clothing for me. When he removed his underwear, I gasped when I saw the size of his trouser snake. I knew Walker was big, but never thought I would see anything larger than Alan Boudreaux.

He laid down on the bed next to me and pulled my face to his seeing the concern on my face. "I know I'm big. I will never hurt you. I'm going to give you a safe word. If at any time you want me to stop, all you have to do is say that word. Are you ready to hear the special word?" I shook my head up and down. "The word is stop."

I laughed at his simple safe word as he continued, "Eventually we will be able to make love like this, face to face. For now I recommend I take you from behind. Just until we get used to each other's size." He saw the look of panic on my face as I remembered how Boudreaux forced his way into me from behind. Walker kissed my lips and pressed his tongue into my mouth.

Our lips parted and I asked the question "Is there any way you can just do it this way? I really don't want to be taken from behind again. I'm not sure whether I can ever be in that position. I am willing to endure a degree of discomfort to avoid comparison. This is OUR first time, I want it perfect. Perfect is you and I, I don't want them in my head, not even for a second. I want my head and body filled with nothing but you. Does that sound stupid?"

He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me again. "Chase, it doesn't sound stupid. Anything you want babe, you just name it, I'll make it happen." He kissed me and rolled over grabbing the bag. He pulled out each item explaining their importance. "I stopped at the pharmacy. They didn't have what you needed. The pharmacist Jake told me a better place to go and what to get. It was a bit embarrassing to go into the Adult Book Store, but you are worth it."

He blushed a bit and continued. "These are for me..." I saw the bold letters latex free. "I know you have a latex sensitivity, these are safe for you. This specific type is for those of us who have a bit, uhmmm... more down there."

He held up a bottle of lube. "This is silicone based and won't be absorbed into our bodies like water based lubes can reducing the chance of friction tearing the condom. It also won't break down the condoms like oil based lubes can. I know how much you want safety. For your piece of mind, I will wrap it whenever or wherever I enter you."

I smiled and kissed him but he still wasn't done. He pulled out another box, "These are latex free dental dams because I am looking forward to playing with your beautiful ass." Then he pulled out a different size of latex free condoms. "These are for you. Chase, cuz I want your whole body. You will never be just a cum dump to me hon."

His body covered mine and he kissed me again. My lips slowly parted, begging for his tongue to wrestle mine. It was electric as his cock ground against mine. I noticed he was uncut. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before. It looked kind of like one of those sea worms I had seen in a high school biology video. With its size I suddenly understood the tentacle monsters in the Japanese anime better.

I opened the package for his condom, and started to roll it down his shaft. It was the first time my hand touched another man's cock. It was surprisingly squishy. In 9th grade health class we had to learn how to apply a condom to a banana. This was no banana. This was going to be a long 5 months until I could actually taste him.

Walker laid there grinning from ear-to-ear. He said he loved the look of awe that was on my face as I pulled his now rock-hard tool. The phrase kid at Christmas comes to mind as my lips parted and I wrapped his cock with my mouth. A soft groan came from Walker. I pulled off asking if I did it wrong? He put his hand on the back of my head guiding it back to my task. "You did it just right."

I slid my mouth up and down his thick tool feeling every vein on his throbbing cock. I started moaning uncontrollably as I stroked his inner thighs while I continue to suck his cock. Both of his hands wrapped around the back of my head not force, they just rested there rubbing my head and neck. He wanted me to know he was enjoying it.

My mouth continue to suck and slide along his shaft. My hands began exploring the muscled surface of his body. The deep crevices where the muscle groups met were like clefts on a cliff. Handholds and which to climb this tower of passion. I felt his cock twitch and then he let out a low groan as the reservoir tip of his condom filled with his thick fluid. Oh how I wanted to taste him. I removed his condom and knotted it throwing it in the trash can next to the bed. Then I grabbed the hand cloth and cleaned his shaft.

He asked me to kneel in front of him. When I did, he removed the short robe from my shoulders. "Chase, I want to see you... all of you." He tossed his mother's robe into the corner of the room. His strong hands caressed my skin, from the nape of my neck to my waist.

"The guys in your class were idiots for not wanting you." He said with a lusty smirk.

I blushed and replied, "I was saving myself for you. I wasn't looking for anyone else. The good thing about tutoring Nelson Jackson, and the football team is that you end up with a lot of overprotective big brothers. Even still the guys in school were just boys. You have always been my ideal of what a real man is."

My hands rubbed across his fuzzy blonde chest. Each of his pecs filled one of my hands. They were huge. It was magnificent unlike his movie superhero namesake, his body was real, not just a aging actor in a padded suit and fake nipples.

He pushed me over onto my back and begin kissing me sticking his tongue into my mouth. Mine slid under his and along his lower teeth. Eventually his lips broke contact with mine as he continue to kiss along my jawline to my earlobe and down my neck. He was kissing and sucking his way down my sternum, playing with each of my nipples in turn softly biting them. He kissed his way down my tummy. Shoving his tongue into my belly button hole. I was grateful to have a deep innie.

He opened a condom packet and put the synthetic rubber sheath in his mouth. I'm not sure if he was showing off, but it was kind of cool as he unrolled the condom directly onto my cock using his lips and teeth. It was a little embarrassing that he could take my 5" all the way to the root without any perceived effort. But I was pleased with the fact that he was treating me like a real man. Not a damaged little boy. He had me lift and spread my legs.

He reached for the bottle of lube not removing his lips from my cock even once. He applied a little to the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. Slowly he caressed the orifice I so wanted him in. His suction intensified as the middle then ring finger slid into my anus. My hands had trouble gripping the backs of my thighs as his fingers made contact and danced to cross my prostate. It didn't take long for him to widen my hole to handle his index finger as well.

While serving his suspension he grew the most beautiful beard. He looked like a Nordic god. His yellow hair and chin fur, set off and framed his lovely brown eyes. He continued stretching my hole as he slid his full lips up and down on my cock. He looked up occasionally looking for signs of discomfort on my face. All he saw was a look of absolute rapture.

He grabbed one of the dental dams and spread it over my hole. He started rubbing his tongue on the other side. Teasing the gentle folds of flesh that where my asshole. I could feel the synthetic rubber wrap his tongue as he penetrated into my snug hole. It felt okay it just didn't feel right. "I hope you didn't spend a lot on the dams. It will probably feel better when your tongue can really enter me." He returned to caressing my body and shoving fingers into my bottom. Stretching them and twisting them inside my snug hole.

After a good 20 minutes of preparation, teasing, and gentle foreplay, he thought I was ready. His hands gently cupped my bottom. He knelt in front of me and slowly slid his hands down my shapely thighs, grabbing just behind my knees. He tugged my legs upward, telling me to rest my legs on his shoulders. He reached down and grabbed one of the large condoms from the box. Then slowly rolled it over his shaft. Grabbing the lube he made sure it was thoroughly prepared for me as well.

After making sure his member was fully engorged and ready to go. He pressed the fat tip against the entrance to my ass. I deeply sucked in air as his fat cock head breached my anal ring. I must have had a momentary flash of pain on my face, because he stopped immediately so that I could get used to his girth. I quickly became accustomed to the size and begged him to continue. Slowly inch by inch he pressed on with his assault on my anus.

In addition to the transitory flash pain there were pangs of guilt, regret, and incredible loss in my mind. I tried to shove them aside and focus solely on Walker. This was the man who loved me. I don't know why, but he still wanted me. Even with all my damage, he wanted me. I was roused from my moment of self-pity by his words, "Chase where are you? You kinda checked out for a moment." He stopped his actions and held my face in his right hand.

I felt his pubic bush's contact on my bottom. I knew he was fully inside me. I knew I should have been overjoyed, I'd been waiting for this for so long. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I said, "I'm sorry Walker... You've been so great. I just wish you were my first. I wish I fought harder..." The big man's eyes teared up, as he dropped to his elbows on top of me, his cock still deep inside of me...

He kissed me softly on my lips and pulled back. "Chase, I am your first. I am the first man you chose to take to your bed. I am the luckiest man on earth. That being said little guy if you want to stop we can stop. Until you're ready."

My hands shot up to the beautifully ripped muscles of his chest. "Please don't stop, I'm just being stupid. There are no perfect stories, but you are perfect to me. I am so ready, and I am so sorry for ruining the moment." He kissed me again.

"Hon, the moment is not damaged. I am so incredibly blessed to have you Chase." He kissed my wrist then he rose up off of me, resting the backs of my knees in the notch of his elbows. He smiled down and simply asked, "Ready?" I wiped the tears away smiling I nodded yes. Then he slowly began to undulate his hips, slowly sliding his long shaft in and out of me. There was no comparison anymore. What happened in the bottling plant was a crime, this was the two of us in love.

Our bodies began to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. As we worked towards our mutual orgasm. I curled my back upward pulling my face into his sweat dampened chest fur. I started nibbling at and suckling on his salty nipples. He started gasping for air and I knew he was close. The look of rapture on his face was magnificent as his condom was filled with his essence. Very shortly after that the condom that still wrapped my cock was also filled.

I wrapped my legs around his waist begging for him to stay inside of me for a little longer. Secretly hoping his cock would remain hard and that there might be a second session. He gently removed the loaded condom from my cock. He knotted it and threw it into the trash. Grabbing my hand towel he gently cleaned the remnant from my shaft and kissed my forehead.

All good things do come to an end. His cock did soften and slid out of my ass. When he took the condom off a bit of his cum dribbled down from his cock onto my tummy. I was a man possessed my finger traced through the pool and scooped up a bit. As he knotted the condom and chucked it in the trash can, I pressed the cum laden finger into my lips. Oh how I was now looking forward to getting it straight from the source.

• • • • --Two weeks later change perspective to Walker--

Chase had another restless night, the poor guy is having nightmares. This morning he woke up covered in sweat, screaming for Chris. I can only imagine that he was reliving the hell that was the warehouse. I've tried to push him for more details. He won't share, I figure he'll open up when he's ready. There was another guy in that warehouse I can talk to. I need to know that Chase is going to be okay.

He woke up for a brief period of time and then snuggled into my chest falling back asleep. When my alarm went off I went out to the kitchen and made a little breakfast for the two of us. If I keep eating his diet plan, one of us is going to starve to death. I feel guilty that I'm stopping off at the bakery on the way into work, just to get enough calories to carry me through the shift. Still, I need him to know he's not in this alone.

I do like that he is becoming more assertive in bed. Hell we are fucking like rabbits this week. He finally let me fuck him doggy style. I just don't know if it is me he is fucking or just trying to keep away the demons.

He is putting on a brave face, even going back to college. In light of his fragile health they did let him reduce his course load without penalty. In spite of his outward courage, I can see him losing hope. The four hour dialysis sessions are starting to wear him out. His pigment is changing he's becoming a little more jaundice, and the effects of the treatments aren't lasting as long. I am so afraid I'm going to lose him. I shouldn't have waited as long as I did to change the nature of our relationship.

Deputy Stevens would starting his final phase of field training with me today. This would give to give me 12 hours a day to try to find out what the hell happened. I had to be careful like Chase, Chris was a victim as well. It's kind of hard to tread lightly when my heart's breaking for my boy.

Chris met me for morning briefing pushing his hand in mine. This guy was nothing but sunshine. He was clearly dealing with the effects a lot better. Chris smiled and said, "Good morning boss ready to hit the road?"

With that we went out and hit the cruiser. He did the 360 ° safety check to make sure the vehicle is safe and ready for the road. My job for the next two weeks was to make sure the previous officers did their job training him. Chris was in the driver's seat. That gave me time to ask questions and talk. As much as I wanted to talk, Chris was the first to bring it up. "How's Chase doing?"

I told him Chase's health was deteriorating and the nightmares that he was now experiencing. "Yeah I kind of expected that. A rough thing to process for someone so young." He jotted a phone number down on a slip of paper. "My wife is a therapist. Her specialty is victims of sexual trauma. She's been worried about the kid too. She can probably recommend a good counselor for him. Boss how are you dealing with it?"

"Chris, I'm not the guy with two dead kidneys. I'm not the guy who was raped, stabbed, and beaten."

"No Skip, you're just the guy who's taking care of the guy with two dead kidneys, who was raped, and brutalized. The same damaged guy who's going to have to testify in court against the guy who raped him, and brutalized him, and left him with no kidney. Chase is dealing with a lot. That means by proxy you are dealing with a lot."

"Well, if we can't find a match for the kidney. Chase may not be around to testify. The rat bastard Boudreaux's attorney keeps delaying the preceding. I think he's actually secretly hoping Chase dies." I let anger get the best of me and I asked, "Can you keep this between us?" Chris nodded his head yes. "It really pisses me off, that my gun jammed. I should have ended that son-of-a-bitch. I have tried so hard to get Chase to talk to the crisis counselor. He just sits there begging me to let him handle it his way. God it's killing me to see him hurt."

Chris replied, "Boss please don't take this the wrong way, you really do need to talk to someone. You need to channel that anger."

I tried to laugh it off, "I thought you said your wife was the shrink?"

"Well after 7 years of marriage, it kind of rubs off on you. We are sending Sarah to Belinda's folks this weekend. We would love to host you and Chase for dinner. Maybe the divine Miss B can drag him out of his shell."

"That sounds like a really good idea, I'll try to get him to go along with it. I take it I shouldn't tell him what Belinda does for living?"

"Oh hell no Skip, this is one of those times when it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. Let's work on being friends first. There's no way Miss B will take him on as a patient, but she might be able to direct him to a good therapist."

Later in the shift Belinda joined Chris and I on a meal break. She recommended we stay Friday night and Saturday. "The goal is to make him think therapy is his decision. Because ultimately it is. This might take some time." Chris excused himself to the head.

While Chris was in the bathroom, I told her that Chase came back from dialysis truly wiped and Friday might not be the best day. "Walker that would be the best time, his guard will be down. First we have to build the trust relationship. I doubt my Chris screwed up the courage to tell you he's been having nightmares too? My sweetie has been waking up screaming Chase's name. It's a shared trauma they both need help. Perhaps their healing journey should start together as well."

Chris was driving back to the station so I could do the end of day report when Chris finally spoke. "Walker, I've been holding back on you. It was rough in the farmhouse, it was really rough. I had just found a way to slash my wrists and bleed out in the back of the SUV, when they threw this angel, a lifeline in on top of me."

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he continued, "He was fairly well out of it from the beating he had just received. I could feel how fast his heartbeat was when our chests made contact. Even with all that fear he still projected an air of calm. All we did was exchanged names and he gave me such a sense of peace.

We were hog tied and sliding all over the back-back of the SUV, he managed to find a corner and wedged himself in. His head nuzzled into my chest. I got one of the most intense sensual feelings I have ever experienced. I know that sounds weird, but it was a weird situation. I found myself hoping they would let us play with each other. I love Miss B with all my heart, but at that moment I just wanted to be with Chase.

That stupid disco watch of his was lighting up underneath the blanket. It allowed me to examine his body. Shit t-the fantasies I was having... Walker I'm sorry I shouldn't have gone there. He's your boyfriend."

I rubbed the back of the probies neck. "Like you said pal, it was a weird situation. For the record I know that feeling of projected calm you're talking about. I got to experience it when I was 15. It carried me through the darkest moment in my life... Oh, by the way, you may wanna quit busting on that disco watch, it saved your life.

Chris, you may want to start down a healing road as well. The first step of that is going to be talking to your wife. She seems to be a good woman."

• • • • It took some doing but I finally got Chase to agree. I told him Chris had been slated to join my patrol unit, and this is what teams do. Eric just dropped him off from dialysis. He kissed me, he was wiped. The last thing he wanted to do was hang out with other people. But I convinced him it was important to me. God what a trooper. I loaded our bags into the trunk. "Chris and I are going to be team building for a while. That's a good time for you and Belinda to get acquainted as spouses."

Chase responded with a simple, "Oh joy, just us little women."

"Chase, you have to understand if something happens to a deputy out on the road, the spouses are the safety net and support for each other. They will be your support. Just like you are their support if something happens to another deputy. I am a shift supervisor, those spouses are going to look to you." He began snuggling into my shoulder. His body language was letting me know he understood.

• • • • We pulled into their driveway. Their house was a cute little split-level, in the middle of the forest. Chase was so wiped out he actually fell asleep on the drive, not waking up until the engine shut off. He rolled his head back sleepily and asked, "We there?" I got out of the car and he slid out through my open door.

Chris and Belinda open the front door and walk down the steps. Belinda cooing when she saw my "big bad orange" 1970 AMX/3, "What a pretty car you have their Skip."

I stifled a laugh and told her, "It was Dad's. Chase helped me restore it a few years back."

Chase added, "I always thought it should have been white with a big red M on the front. The thing looks like a hardtop Mach 5." My guy has always been a Speed Racer fan, and fell in love with the AMX/3 on sight.

Chris approached and grabbed my hand shaking it firmly, then turned to Chase hugging him. Belinda too took her turn. She hugged Chase just a little too hard and he crumpled in pain. "I'm sorry what's wrong sweetie..." She asked. Chase unbuttoned his shirt sleeve and rolled it up. His port was leaking and the tissue around it was inflamed. "Let's get you in the house, I've got something that'll take care of that. Walker and Chris can bring your stuff in." She took Chase's good arm and led him up the stairs into the home.

--Change perspective to Chase--

The pain was blinding when she hit my port, she didn't mean to, but crap it hurt. This was the first time I saw Belinda with her hair pulled back. It must have been quite the sight as we marched up the stairs with our twin ponytails swaying behind us. Since the rape, I let my hair grow. It was just easier to let my hair go long. I knew I would have to cut it if... when I came back to the Sheriff's Office. For now Walker liked playing with it.

Belinda took down her first aid kit and started dabbing antiseptic on the skin around the port's entrance. "Sweetie this is wicked inflamed what's going on?" As her finger traced the failed ports sites.

"Doc said my veins are failing, and I haven't told Walker yet. The arm is inflamed and the last port failed cause the technician couldn't read 5" no latex warning on the front of my chart."

"What is it with you! You're being just like my Chris. You two can't keep holding secrets back from us. We deserve to know the good and the bad."

I apologized as she applied an ointment that took the sting from my forearm. She continued to speak, "It's not your fault sweetie. Tell you the truth I should be jealous of you. You're in Chris's dreams more often than I am lately." She put a dressing on top of the ports to protect them a little. I blushed when she told me that I had been in Chris's dreams.

Really wanting to change the subject I asked, "I really like your hair in the ponytail. Did you just get off work or something?"

"How did you know I pull it back for work?"

"In my experience I find some professional women will do that. They'll sweep their hair back in a rigid fashion to generate a feeling of power and professionalism. I noticed you wore it loose when you came to visit me in the hospital. So lawyer, doctor, teacher, or librarian?"

She looked surprised and replied, "Doctor."

"Now, if you were surgeon, you never would have put your hand in that crushing handshake from Walker. If you were a medical doctor, you would have known to avoid the ports. That leaves Mental Health... Psychologist or psychiatrist?"

She became defensive, "That would be psychiatrist. You're not here as my patient this weekend. For one thing I would never accept you as a patient. You and Chris shared a trauma, that would be unprofessional of me. So just relax and enjoy the weekend. We have had a little too much reality. It's time we had some fun."

She paused for a moment then put her hand on my good forearm. "To be honest I was a little surprised when Chris invited you over. I didn't think you guys were in the lifestyle."

"The lifestyle?"

"Chase, you do know we're swingers." I blushed hotly. "Oh crap. He didn't tell you?"

"Nope. Walker told me this was a team-building weekend for he and Chris." My blush deepened.

Belinda chuckled, "Then that's what it's going to be. I am so sorry Chase, I've been operating under a misimpression. Damn this is embarrassing."

"I gave her a sideways hug with my strong arm, "It's okay 'big sister.' What's a family without a little embarrassment." She was great to hang around. Hanging with her was like hanging with a battery, she had this endless energy. You couldn't help getting jazzed by it.

She changed topics like a master, "I like what you've done with your hair. Most guys don't look good in a ponytail, it looks right on you."

"I kind of fell into it, everyone knows I'm an artist, so they expect something quirky about me. Also I really don't like going into town just to get my haircut, Folks have been treating me weirder than normal. Have you ever had sex with Chris with your hair in a ponytail?" She said occasionally.

"I have noticed something cool with Walker. When I wear the ponytail low like this the sex tends to be a little more conservative. When I wear it high on my head, oh my God it's mind-blowing."

"Oh this sounds like a fun experiment. Would you mind putting mine up?" Without waiting for a reply she spun her back to me on the bar stool and handed me her brush. When I finished she looked at me saying, "Your turn." With our twin ponytails now in sync, we started preparing snacks for our boys.

I may not be able to cook, but I make a mean blended drink. We decided to blend up some pina coladas. We put some virgin mix in the fridge for me to have a second. Everyone else had the hard stuff, heavy on the rum. On top of the fact that I was under 21, testing positive for alcohol or drugs would throw me off the donation candidate list.

Belinda put on some dance music to encourage the boys to rejoin us in the great room. The two of us were putting together food trays. We were dancing to the music with our heads bopping like a couple of high school cheerleaders, when the boys rounded the corner. Their mouths were agape as we turned in unison and handed their beverages across the bar. Then proceeded to dance around the counter to join them occasionally bumping our hips together.

When I got to Walker's side he pulled me up into a passionate kiss, almost spilling both of our drinks. His tongue explored my mouth as his free hand groped my ass. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Belinda receiving similar treatment from Chris.

When are mutual embraces broke Belinda shot me a wicked wink. The guys grabbed the snack and grilling trays and we grabbed the drinks and headed out to the deck to watch the sunset. As the sun slid down over the horizon the deck lights came on and the pool illuminated. Chris recommended we all climb in the pool. Belinda told him Chase can't, but he can use the hot tub. "Damn ports" I thought to myself.

I responded pouring more cold water on the plan. "Sounds like a great idea guys, but no one told me to pack swim trunks."

Chris quickly responded "Walker could probably squeeze into a pair of mine. Hell your ass is about as big as Belinda's. You could probably wear a pair of her bottoms, just think of them as a stylish speedo."

I heard what he said, and understood what he meant. His wife however focused on one part of his statement. "Your ass is ABOUT as big as Belinda's?" She retorted with venom glaring at him. If looks could kill Chris would be six feet under.

Belinda grabbed my hand and led me back into the house. Then turned grinning. "I know what he meant. I just like making him suffer. Makes the sex better later." We walked into the master suite and she rummaged through a few of her drawers. When she opened her lingerie drawer I noticed all of the satin and lace.

"Chase honey, do you have a little panty girl trying to get out." I blushed, "I see you do. Does Walker know?"

I told her about my accident with his mother's lingerie. "I wanted to try again, but I was afraid Walker would think it was creepy."

"Maybe Sarah and I can take you out shopping next weekend while the boys are working." I smiled and nodded.

She picked out a sexy bikini for herself. Then she grabbed a matching bottom for me. "When I find clothes I like, I tend to get three or four pair. The guys will notice this." She started helping me with my shirt and I blushed a deep crimson. "Chase, nudity means nothing to me. I've seen boys before. I've got four brothers. I used to go skinny-dipping with them every summer."

I grabbed hold of her hands and apologized. "I need some help." She unbuttoned my shirt and slowly removed it over the port in my arm. "My shrink has been telling me I need to use those four words a little more, 'I need some help.'"

"So you are seeing a counselor, all by yourself. Why didn't you tell Walker? He's been worrying a lot about you."

"That's the reason I didn't tell him. If I told him I was in therapy, he'd want to be there with me. That kind of defeats the purpose. I kind of figured you guys were going to gang up on me this weekend. You know you're on the course list as a guest lecturer for my psych class."

"Chase, you are a smart cookie aren't you... If you don't mind me asking, who are you seeing?"

"Dr. Karen Blanchard."

"Hell Chase, She was the first person I was going to recommend to you. Damn on a scale of 1 to 10, I put her about 3 above me. Good choice. When did you realize you needed help?"

"I freaked at school. One of my classmates came up behind me, then grabbed my shoulders. I had a full fetal position, pissing myself, panic attack on the floor. My prof cleared the room, talked me down then he called Dr. Blanchard. She put me on a mood stabilizer Monday, to take the edge off. So Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have my dialysis. On Tuesday and Thursday I meet with Dr. Blanchard."

"Sounds like a very good course of action. Keep in mind the meds aren't permanent."

Her fingers traced the healing scar in my side. I tried to make a joke out of it, "Yeah, I am a hot mess aren't I."

She pulled my head down and kissed my forehead "This isn't pity sweetheart. I'm admiring your strength. Theo Rossi once said, `Scars show toughness: that you've been through it, and you're still standing.' My Chris came out of it without a single scar on the outside of his body. It makes me wonder where they are. I know he has scars."

She unbuttoned my trousers and slid the fly down. My jeans fell straight to the floor taking my now loose boxers with them. I stepped out of them telling her nothing fits anymore. She looked down at my crotch and smiled, "I see what Chris has been dreaming about."

I was so happy when I was able to finally get dressed again. Even if it was into a sexy black high-rise bikini bottom. She giggled as I turned as she removed her clothes and got into her bikini. I simply said, "Sorry, I didn't go skinny-dipping with my foster sisters. Belinda why would Chris be dreaming about my prick? It's not that big. It's just kind of average. When you said he was dreaming about me, I thought he was dreaming about fucking me."

"Well unfortunately Chris is about as tight-lipped about his dreams as you. As near as I can figure it's something to do with what happened at the farm house and at the warehouse. Based on what I'm hearing while he sleeps, there are two basic dreams. One where either a) you're blowing him or b) your fucking him. Knowing Chris like I do It is probably B. The other dream sounds like you guys are trying to escape and something goes wrong, he's dreaming about trying to save you.

In bed with me, Chris is very much a top and alpha. He has another side, when he's in bed with a guy he likes to be the power bottom. Chris lost a little more than just his dignity to your encounter with the Boudreaux brothers. The guard who was shot during the escape was our playmate. Jackie and Chris have been together since high school. They both joined the Army on the buddy plan. Had the same duty locations for 4 years.

Later, Jackie talked Chris into corrections. He said it was an easy job and had a good paycheck. We don't need the money. He took the job to be with Jackie. Watching the two of them play was magical. My kink was a little more passive than theirs. I like directing the boy on boy action. I am just happy he is looking again."

She put her arm around my shoulder, "No pressure. No is an acceptable word. Just think about it. Now let's go make those boy's heads spin, with our `big fat bottoms'." We stopped long enough for me to take my evening meds. The mood stabilizer did have another side affect, it was causing occasional blackouts.

We walked back out onto the deck, the guys were already in the pool. As we walked to the edge of the pool, we could tell the guys were not wearing suits at all. Belinda and I turned to each other in faux shock. "Gentleman about the topic earlier, Chase has taken matter in hand, and is already in counseling. Walker, I'm going to tell you the most difficult thing you're ever going to hear, give him room."

Of course Walker wasn't going to let it go. "Well what do we know about this therapist? Chase, why do you feel the need to keep him a secret?"

"Chase, let me handle that. Walker 'SHE' is a better therapist than I am when it comes to sexual trauma. Add to that, Chase really needs to process this by himself. You can support him, but give him room. You do want him being able to stand confidently, correct?" Walker simply shook his head.

I knelt down on the side of the pool. Reaching down and pulling his face to mine. I kissed him and said, "I'm sorry Walker you just pushed so hard. I finally cracked and you weren't there, hell I melted down... bad, and I was lucky there was someone there to pick up the pieces. I really don't want to talk about it. But if I have to, I'd rather it be to just one person for now." He said he understood and promised to give me what I needed.

I climbed into the hot tub and Belinda climbed in with me to keep me company. Her hand slowly caress my thigh. How long have you been shaving?"

"Since Sophomore year, I was talked into joining the swim team by my buddy Nelson. All of us shaved pretty much all of our body hair off. In order to reduce friction in the water. I used to get these stupid razor bumps whenever the hair would come back. Nelson's mom introduced me to veet. I found I liked being smooth."

Chris climbed into the hot tub, I was starting to fade. It had been a very long day and my meds started slamming me. Belinda shook her finger at him in fake indignation saying, "I'm going to take a few laps in order to reduce the size of my BIG ass." She then stomped away and dove into the pool.

Chris asked if he was ever going to dig his way out of this one. I smiled and replied, "It's going to take you a long awhile. You managed to annoy two people at the same time, very efficient, well done."

"Chase, what I meant to say was you two have very well-rounded and beautiful asses. It's not an insult, it just came out wrong."

I smiled, "That works for me..."

I had a few long blinks. Perhaps we could call them mini naps. My eyes open from one and I was nestled in Chris's arms. His right hand was caressing my crotch and his other arm was keeping my left arm out of the water. He was warm, the water was warm, all was good.

When I open my eyes the next time Walker was on my left side. His back was keeping my arm out of the water. His hand was stroking the inside of my thigh. Chris's hand was still massaging my bulge. I moaned softly, and nuzzled his neck, as he sucked and nibbled my nipples. I looked over at Walker for signs that he objected, there was none.

I open my eyes a third time and Belinda was sitting across the way grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Is little Chasee sleepy?" I shook my head. "Would you like to try a group sleep?" I asked what that was and felt like an idiot when she explained. "That's when we all sleep as a group in a large bed. We call it the playpen." My lower lip pulled in between my teeth in hesitation. "No and stop work. No one will do anything without the other's consent."

I replied with a sheepish look at Walker "I didn't pack our rubbers." Belinda replied with a chuckle that they had enough for everybody. Walker confirmed that they had latex free. She nodded. Clearly someone was prepared I thought.

Chris led the way, Walker followed behind him carrying me down the stairs. Belinda took up the rear As we went downstairs and through the secret door. As the bookcase door swung open, a room with a large circular bed was exposed by low light. Our wet swimwear was deposited on the floor of the attached bath.

Belinda took the time to wrap my forearm and ports in cling wrap. Then led me into the largest shower I had ever seen in a private home. 10 or 15 people could have showered in this thing easily. There were water jets everywhere, spraying away the pool chemicals softly. It was a fun group activity as our pack began scrubbing each other clean.

As Walker scrubbed my back, I returned the favor to Chris. My fingers caressing his exquisite muscle tone. It was almost hypnotic as Walker's hands glided across my back I repeated the same motion on Chris. When his hands slid down soaping my ass cheeks, I did the same to Chris. Chris softly moaned as my fingers caressed his cleft. I paused ever-so-slightly and stroked my middle finger around his brown pucker.

I guess Belinda was playing safety girl, because she noticed water starting to enter the cling wrap on my arm. "Chris and Walker, would you boys go grab a couple robes and clean up things upstairs, then make sure the bed is warm. We need time to prepare for you properly." Belinda passed a large fluffy towel to me, taking me into a small dressing room. "Do you prefer satin or lace?"

I replied, "I don't know. It's all so new to me. Just make me pretty."

"Chase you already are. I think you'd like satin for your first time. They call you Robin around the station. Hmmm... I have an idea." She quickly cinched me into a red satin Victorian corset. She put me in a matching red satin bra then filled the cups with rolled nylons. She had me slip into a full sleeve green lace top which covered my shoulders, neckline, and the ugly port on my left arm. She had me step into a green satin split crotch panty. I don't know why but I felt I could trust her with everything.

She asked me to bend forward leaning on the dressing-table. "If you'll trust me I think you'll like this better than a dental dam. This way Walker can work his tongue deep inside you." She opened a vaginal condom and carefully worked it inside of me. "Some guys prefer these for anal sex because their partner can get in there and rim them deep. It can't hurt to try." Her every suggestion became my deep desire.

She pulled my now dry hair back into a tight high ponytail. Then helped me roll on a pair of green thigh-high sheer lace topped hose and clipped them to a black garter belt. "Do I need makeup?"

"Sweetie, I am a summer tone. My makeup would look cheap on you. You are a stunning winter tone and NOT cheap." She painted my lips with a clear lip gloss and said it was all I really needed for now. "You have played dress up before."

"Not like this. Occasionally I would, when I was little with the foster sisters. Last year my birthday was at the start of Pride Week. I came out and there were problems with some of my classmates and my foster parents. My friend Nelson and his mom were great. They even took me into Charleston to celebrate.

The next month Cindy let me borrow her old dispatcher uniform from WAY back in the 60s for a costume party. It was a brown skant, hot pants, and tights. I had to use a wig of course then. The Sheriff looked at Grady and ask why the hell did they ever retired that uniform. Grady pointed at Cindy and asked him to imagine her in the uniform today."

She stepped back admiring her work. "I do believe Robin wore a mask. Do you still trust me?" I shook my head. There was a black satin sleeping mask on the counter. She put it over my eyes then took my hands and led me as we entered the playroom. Just before we entered the playroom Belinda announced, "Gentlemen please show her the silent reverence that she is due."

I heard a soft gasp I wasn't sure whether it was from Walker or Chris. The blindfold was exciting. The fabrics felt so slick on my skin. The sensation was highly erotic by itself.

Belinda led me to the bed and had me kneel and knee walk onto the middle of the mattress. The bed was so warm to the touch. Then came the tender but firm caresses from the two men. Even without his normal intoxicating scent, I instantly knew whose touch belonged to my Walker. I started leaning towards him, Ms. B directed me to remain still. "Head up sweet boy, it is up to them to see to your pleasure. You mustn't let them get lazy."

I felt B's hand on my chin as she turned my lips to hers. Our tongues slowly caressed each other as we exchanged places in each other's mouth. "Oh sweetie, you kiss like a girl. I haven't had this to enjoy in a long time."

Walker slowly kissed the back of my neck, and worked his way down my spine. He paused at the small of my back licking some of the sweat, that formed under the corset, from my body.

Chris slowly started caressing the insides of my thighs. His hands softly glided across my bulge stroking it under my panties. I whimpered and moan softly. Miss B asked, "Which pleasure do you wish to enjoy first." I simply groaned and whimpered. I was shaking and didn't know what to say. "Our sweet baby doesn't know what to do first. Maybe we should help him out. Skip, play with Chase, while I get Chris ready for him."

I could feel movement on the bed. Walker pushed me down on all fours, and drew me back to him. There was hot breath on my face and I came to discover Chris was in the same position. We were face to face. What I didn't know that Miss B had knelt behind Chris and slowly inserted a vaginal condom in his bottom.

I heard him groan softly. He took his hand and pulled my chin until our lips made contact. All of this physical stimulation and not seeing what was being done, or by whom, was exciting. My cock was firming and starting to leak precum through my satin panties. Chris's and my tongue were trading places in each other's mouths. It was different than kissing Walker. Nice but different.

Down at the other end of my body Walker had been slowly fingering and playing with my asshole through the vaginal condom. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin and his thick tongue deep inside of me. The back half of my body was on fire with desire. I was yearning for more and more physical stimulation and I moaned softly into Chris's mouth as we were kissing.

After about 5 minutes Miss B announced that Chris was ready for me. She put him on his back and had him lift his legs in the air. Then she guided my head between his spread thighs to the soft globes of his butt cheeks.

"It's okay sweetie. You can do what you want. Trust me he wants this, and I love seeing my man at play, and being played with." I extended my tongue and slowly drew it along the wrapped perimeter of his anus. Walker repositioned my body a little so that I could rest a bit of my midsection on my thighs and elbows. This freed up one hand so that I could explore Chris's hot hole.

Walker return to his oral play with my ass. I started mimicking his actions on Chris's bottom. With the blindfold and place it was easier to just try to reproduce the sensations on my back side on him. "What a good boy..." Miss B moaned "Chris has just such an angelic look of absolute delight on his face. You are doing so well Chase."

As if I woke from a dream, suddenly Chris shouted, "Oh God Chase, fuck me now please." It was as if I was in a fog. I was drawn up his body to the voice that was begging me to fuck him. His legs draped over my shoulders and the tension on my frame was intense. When I reached his face I was drawn to his lips. It was only fair if I was going to fuck his ass, I should at least kiss him. There were moans of pleasure from all involved.

Walker unfastened the snaps from the sides of my green panties and slid them for my body. I was there with my sleeves, bra, garters, and hose, with my ass in the air, and another man's legs over my shoulders. The sudden blast of cold air on my cheeks made me shiver, I felt a delicate hand on my cock and realized Miss B was guiding me to her husband's hole. She rested the head of my cock against the wrapped anus. While kissing Chris I pushed in softly, and slowly, inching into his chamber.

In almost no time I was balls deep inside the larger man. Walker took the time to slowly enter me while I was fully impaled. Then he backed off a little bit. Miss B told me I was in full control of all of our pleasure and directed me to piston in and out just a bit. As my cock slid back from Chris's velvety hole, I would be impaled on Walker's long, thick, hard cock. The feeling from both sides of my body were remarkable by themselves, together they were mind-blowing. It was such a feeling of power being responsible for the pleasure of three people.

Change perspective to Miss Belinda

Part of me was so jealous of Chase. Oh how I long to be pinned between two gorgeous men. I looked at the size of Walker's shaft and realized, there was no way on Earth that thing would ever come near me. But Chase was the best of both worlds. He had the soft tender side of a woman. With him I could have a girlfriend. Yet he had a cock that was the same size and shape as my husband's. I wondered what it would feel like to be sucking one while the other fucked me.

I look down as Walker's cock wrapped around Chase's pretty ass. I asked, "Chase sweety, how do you take that thing?"

He replied, "Happily, oh so happily. Miss B." Both Walker and Chris laughed with me at his honest but sleepy response.

Chase was pistoning himself back and forward nicely between Walker and Chris. I recommended that he rotate his hips a little In a tiny circle. This would increase the friction and pleasure for all three men. He obliged my request. His mouth fell open and he gasped. The pleasure response was joined by both Chris and Walker.

I had seen a look of ecstasy on my husband's face before, but this was different. I knew the shared trauma would bring a connection between he and Chase. I did not expect for it to be this close. How I love to see my boy at play. Desperate to join in the action I slowly began to finger my own cunt. I knew Chris would fuck me very vigorously after Chase pleasured him completely. It was our thing, he would submit to another man as I watched, then he would fuck me silly. I will have to remember the ponytail trick. Chase was quite right.

There was something about Chase, something not quite right. I put it aside thinking, hey I just met him. Everything I knew about Chase came from either Walker or Chris. I knew most of his background already. It was so neat seeing how eager he was to please. Every suggestion was almost a command. I loved watching his tremble with anticipation of what was coming next.

Then it happened I watched his Chase's breathing became erratic as he slammed his cock deep into Chris's ass. I could see his whole body shuttered as he blew his load into the condom. He collapsed On Chris's body. His whole body was trembling as Walker blew his load as well. I was concerned with the trembling. "I'm so cold..." he said weakly. I touched his shoulder his skin was cold and clammy to the touch.

"Chase baby, Let's get this blindfold off of you." I removed the mask and saw his bloodshot eyes. "Chase did you have any alcohol?" He shook his head and told me it was wrong, he couldn't have any while he was on the list. I asked Walker to go and get a blanket out of the closet.

A thought occurred to me as I tested my theory. I asked Chase "Would you like to suck Chris's cock bareback?" I knew from Chris's stories this is something he would normally never do. Chase started to slide his way down Chris's body and I told him, "Stop!" He instantly obeyed. "Fuck!

Walker asked what was wrong. I told him to go get Chase's meds. I told Chris to run to my office and get my bag and my cell phone. Both men departed as if their asses were on fire. I rested Chase's head in my lap and caressed his hair. "You're going to be okay little guy. I wasn't paying attention. I am so sorry." His breathing was slow and labored but just on the normal side.

Walker was the first man to return from his task. He opened up the overnight case and started removing Chase's meds one at a time. I slowly read each label until I found the culprit. The mood stabilizer was three to four times the normal level for someone Chase's size. Chris returned with my cell phone and bag. I grab the cell phone from his hands. Fortunately Karen is an old friend and I had her on speed dial.

"Karen I have a problem with one of your patients. Chase Jeffers appears to be in the middle of an unintentional overdose. Can you access your patient prescription records from home?" She said yes and requested vitals while she pulled them up. I told her the dosage that had been written on the prescription bottle.

She told me, "Belinda you know me I would never write a script that high." I told her I knew. She didn't make mistakes like that. I grabbed my sphygmomanometer and my stethoscope. I checked his blood pressure and pulse 3 times not believing the readings.

When she returned to the line I gave her the report. "His pulse is 45 beats a minute, his blood pressure is, 80 over 55. He is skinny but athletic, a swimmer."

"The numbers are low B. I don't think we need to run to the hospital. The script I wrote was for five times less than what was in the bottle. Where you guys at. I want to check his stats myself. I trust you, but he is my patient, and someone fucked up." I told her we were at our place, Chris would be upstairs to guide her down. "Be there in about 30 minutes. I'll bring something to shorten the reaction and buffer is system. I'll call is nephrologist for a consult as well. Poor kid can't catch a break. I suppose I don't have to tell you keep him awake?"

Walker wrapped Chase in a blanket and pulled him to his chest. I told Walker to keep him awake, pinch him if he had to. With this pulse rate and blood pressure so low, sleep could be dangerous.

Chase opened his big blue bloodshot eyes and said Walker could fuck him awake. I did my best to explain to the young man that he lost the ability to give consent. One of the side effects on the mood stabilizer was that it left the patient open to suggestion. Even more so during an overdose. I felt like such an idiot. I should have known to ask what type of drug was prescribed.

As bad as I felt Walker felt worse. He explained some of the wild stuff he and Chase did during this week. I tried to comfort him telling him he didn't know, none of us knew.

• • • • --Six months after the Boudreaux's: Change point of view to Nelson Jackson--

I knew Chase had a thing for guys. Hell, I think I knew that back when we were back in Webelos. He wasn't one of the cool kids in school. Still I always admired how he could make something out of nothing. I watched him build park benches out of roadside scrap metal and cyprus planks during our Eagle project. It was Dad's idea for me to get involved with scouting and the Police Cadets. For me I guess I was just ticking a box to make the folks happy. With Chase it was a calling.

I wish I had it all together like him. He makes a plan and sticks to it to the end. Last year when he came out of the closet, a couple of my friends from the football team tried to take advantage of him. He fought back, they split his lip and knocked him around. I saw him on the ground bleeding. It was as if a switch flipped in my head. By the time I was done all 4 of us were in the Dean's office. Mark and Jeff got expelled. Chase and I got suspended for 3 days for fighting.

His new foster parents were pissed and blamed it on him for coming out. Mom was so proud of me for standing up to the bullies. She took us in to Charleston for Pride Week. Then she found a reporter covering the event and told them what happened to Chase. The folks around treated us like heroes.

When the Dean saw the news and got a few calls for interviews, and no doubt a few from the school board about the negative publicity, he had us write a report on the event and gave us credit for being in school! Hell my girlfriend took me bareback and blew me for a week. Turns out her big brother got bashed when he came out.

He's one of the few friends I have that my folks like. I always thought that was weird. On the surface we had nothing in common. Then he stepped up when I needed blood. Turns out we were both AB negatives. I dismissed the whole thing as just a freak chance until some bad shit happened to him.

The whole town, hell damn near the whole county, turned out for the tissue type drives when his last kidney failed. His doctor called me back in and asked to speak to my folks alone. I couldn't hear everything in the hall but I heard enough.

I opened the doctor's door, Mom was pissed to the point her hands were shaking. "Dad, is Chase my brother?"

Dad asked to borrow the docs office. "Amy, Nelson please both of you sit down. Son, 20 years ago, I wasn't like I am today. I was running wild and partying hard, too hard. Your mom and I had been dating for 6 years and married for a little over two. She couldn't watch me continue to self destruct. She and I separated a year before you were born. Megan, Chase's mom, was there and willing. I am not proud of myself, but we shacked up."

Mom pounded the arm of her chair. Then dad continued, "I hit rock bottom and got off the booze, Megan didn't. I cleaned myself up, your mom forgave me and took me back. Meg switched from booze, to pills, then to heroin. She told me she was pregnant with Chase six weeks after we found out about you. Everything I gave her went into her arm. When she died in childbirth, I thought I was off the hook. The only thing I didn't count on was Chase. Quit is not in that kid's vocabulary."

For the first time in my life I saw dad cry. "Amy, I am so sorry. I couldn't just walk away from MY mess. I had to be involved in Chase's life, at least on the periphery. I asked your brother to keep an eye on him for me. In exchange he made me promise to keep going to AA. When he became Sheriff I offered Joe the funds to bring him on board, I didn't realize I could have got him killed.

Nelson I saw you making some of the same screw-up's I did at your age. I couldn't let history repeat. I tried to steer you in Chase's direction. It worked, you straightened out son. I am sorry, you needed a brother in your life, I failed you."

I stood, "Dad, shut the fuck up. This is NOT about YOU, or mom, or even me. His whole life Chase needed YOU, and YOU walked away, or YOU hid! Dad, at 8 points my kidney is NOT a close enough match. His mom is dead and we can't find her people. YOU are his best chance. Take the fucking test, don't walk away from him AGAIN, please." Mom stood and kissed my forehead and asked me to step outside again.

The doctor and I were in the hall. He put his hand on my shoulder I was angry and shaking, "Hell of a day son. I really have to sound proof my office."

"You have no idea doc. God today has sucked. And yeah you really do need soundproofing." The doc said he liked my argument and passion. My mom yelling is a frightening thing to see. It is worse when she is calm. She was very calm, and quietly explained what I had just been passionately been screaming at him. The door opened dad asked the doc to run the tests. Doc took dad to the lab.

I stepped into the office with mom. Both of us were stunned, trying to get a handle on the day's events. "Mom, do you think Chase is a good kid? You do like him right?" She said yes to both and rubbed my neck. "After we got back from Charleston and we invited him to my costume/birthday party you were great. I loved it when you and he sang karaoke `Raining Men.' Mom, I think we have enough love in this family for another son or two."

"Nelson, I am so glad you got my brain..." Mom kissed me, "...and your daddy's heart. Chase and Walker would be really good additions to our family."

A few days further on --Change point of view to Chase--

It's been two days since I received the letter from the Department of Health. Two days since I was pronounced clean. Two days of unimaginably good imaginative bareback sex. I do think Walker's going to rub himself raw inside me. It is so neat, we get to try out all kinds of new things. New types of lubes. My favorite is a binary formula. It is cool to the touch on both of us, but when they come together they get hot.

It was 7 in the morning on Tuesday, Walker left for work an hour ago and I was still in post-coital bliss. The phone rang, it was my nephrologist, "Chase, I need you to come in to my office. I have news. We found a donor, an AB- like you, and the miracle 12 point match. I didn't want to get your hopes up until all of the test came in. They want to meet you to arrange a living donation. Can you be here at 3 this afternoon?" I told him I'd be there. I also knew what this meant, the odds of a blood type AND 12 point match outside of family was rare.

I called the Sheriff's station to find out were Walker was and if he was on a call. Cindy told me he was in a meeting and they were sending a car for me. Great I thought, this was never a good thing when they sent a driver. I was happy when Grady pulled into the drive. I closed and locked the door and walked to the car. He greeted me with a hug and friendly, "Hey partner. Ready to go?" as he opened the passenger door for me.

"Good to be riding with you again Grady." He closed the door for me. I hated how folks treated me these days. As we pulled out on the road I asked "Grady, can you give me a hint on what I am going into?" His jaw clenched and he shook his head no. "Well that would be bad news... If you can keep a secret for a couple hours I'll share some good." He promised and I told him of the perfect match. The old man's smile lit up the cruiser.

On arrival at the station I was ushered into the conference room. Walker was standing there fuming. I had only seen him that pissed once before. Considering I had a knife in my side then, I could only imagine what was up.

The Sheriff motioned for me to take the seat next to him. Walker sat to my right resting his hand on my knee. I recognized most of the players in the room. The County attorney, Mayor, a few commissioners. Then there were the men in suits and others in matching polos on the back wall with Pete from the motor pool.

Sheriff Daughtry spoke, "There is no good way to say this. Chase the county has terminated the experiment. Your injuries are proof that the idea was flawed in the eyes of some. The County has come up with a handsome financial severance package, and will cover your healthcare for another six months. I wish there was another choice here son. The bean counters spoke and I have to let you go."

"Sir, I can't say I blame anyone. I understand balance sheets, risk vs reward. I have been traveling that road myself. I may never be able to handle the rigors of patrol. I have had more than a few talks with my academic advisor. I am feeling led a different way. I am still continuing with criminology but I am also adding psych in hopes of becoming a state certified victim's advocate.

Eventually I may be looking into a career in psychotherapy, or perhaps even in criminal law. The concept of becoming a prosecutor kind of excites me. Considering you know how much I hate lawyers, you know how perverse this idea is. The concept of helping is still strong."

The grimace on the Sheriff's face was replace by a smile. "Sir, I hope when that occurs I might be reconsidered for employment with the county. I think I can still do good." There were enthusiastic nods from the politicians. "I have more good news boss. I got a call from the nephrologist, we have a kidney match. The donor wants to meet me at 3 today. May I borrow Deputy Justice this afternoon?"

The Sheriff squeezed my hand, "Son only you could turn a termination into a party. Skip take the rest of the day off." I signed a few documents and the county lawyer and politicians left.

Pete from the motor pool spoke, "Chase these men represent the manufacturer of vehicle 1241."

The older man in the group of polo clad men identified himself as Craig and spoke, "No matter how much we try for perfection there is always going to be that one vehicle that slips through. After hearing your story on the news, I requested the poop sheets on 1241. All of the officer's and you described the same frustrating anomaly. It was an issue the dealer SHOULD have flagged."

The irritation was palpable on the men in suits (lawyers I thought). Craig continued, "I asked the Sheriff and Pete for permission to examine the car. Examine hell, we took the damn thing apart. We checked every lead until we found an intermittent fault in the main bundle of leads feeding the computer. It looks like the harness was pinched during construction. On behalf of the construction team we are sorry."

The suits stepped forward extending an envelope and folder. I looked in the envelope... in my life I had never seen so many zeros on a slip of paper. I looked at the folder it contained a release of liability form. Walker was the first to speak, "I think you need to consult a lawyer Chase. $100,000 seems a little low for rape, renal failure, and loss of employment. Hell the hospital bill for the transplant alone will gobble that up."

The lead attorney said "No, no, no. that was the wrong check. That was the one to go to the county vehicle fund." I smelled manure but I rolled with it. The men scrambled in their briefcases. The youngest man across the table slid me an envelope and folder with a tiny 4th offer written in the top left corner. The other men were furious, but he gave me a wink. After peaking in the envelope I folded it in two and stuffed it in my billfold. I snatched the pen from Walker's shirt and signed the releases.

The lawyers left, the man who winked handed me his card as he passed. His cell and home numbers were written on the back. Craig spoke, "Pete was nice enough to show me some of your sculptures around the county I am impressed. Your welding is top notch, every member of my team was impressed. If you'll follow me, we have a gift for you." Pete asked Walker and I to follow them.

We were at the motor pool. The doors of bay 3 opened and a sunset coral 1955 Ford T-Bird was revealed. "Pete showed me your dream car, and Deputy Justice showed me your project plans notebook. We double checked your research; the VIN and factory records show the color is right. Mr. Jeffers our union built a bad car, a car that got you hurt. Our members felt we owed you a GOOD one."

My eyes misted as he continued, "She'll never be mint, but we got her as close as possible. We added a few items that weren't originally available. An alarm and tracking system, a more powerful engine, a stereo with Bluetooth, and air conditioning; `cause damn son it is hot down here. She is a driver son; I think you'll like her a lot."

I was presented the keys in a handshake. Each of the men pointed out the parts that they had a hand in fabricating or restoring. The men from the factory wished me a speedy recovery and best wishes for the future. They asked who was going to be the primary driver. I looked at Walker and said, "Not him he's a AMC guy." There were hisses from the mechanics.

I drove the T-Bird out of the bay and parked around front. Today couldn't get any better. My future was more secure. I could focus on my education, instead of how to make things easier on Walker and I. More than anything I wanted to contribute something back to my county. These were the people who made me who I am, the folks who raised me. It really does take a village to raise a kid, and my village rocks!

I asked Walker to take me over to the bank. When we entered I walked to the counter and endorse the check for deposit. The teller's eyes lit up. I walked over to Mr. Jackson's secretary's desk. She told me he was out on a personal day. I made an appointment for financial advice for next week. I showed the deposit slip to Walker, he damn near passed out.

As we drove to the doctor's office in the T-Bird I was afraid. I had a feeling about what was in front of me and I couldn't help but think maybe it was better not knowing. I slid next to Walker and we hugged each other for 10 minutes in the car, until I was strong enough to face this new challenge. "Walker, I guess we should find out what's going on." He pulled my face into his and kissed me passionately, telling me he would be right by my side.

I entered the doctor's office and he greeted me warmly. "Chase, I never thought I would see this day. A 12-point match I have been practicing medicine for the better part of 20 years and I've never seen a 12 pointer."

"Doc, can you tell me something about the donor? Are they family?"

"Chase understand, this knowledge came out by accident. We set out to find a new kidney, not a family member for you." He rested his hand on my shoulder and continued, "But a family member we did find. In fact Chase we found two immediate family members, blood relatives. Regardless of what you say, they are willing to go forward with the transplant. Even anonymously, if you do not want to meet them."

He was holding back then he added, "They are saying that they are willing to open their hearts to you and welcome you into the family, where you should have been. The relatives are your father, who I believe truly does love you, and a younger brother. A young man who shares your passion and courage. Either way you choose to go, with luck you've had your last dialysis treatment. Your surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning."

He told me the choice was mine. Then pointed to the door to the adjacent office. If I wanted to continue my life as is, I just had to turn around and leave. Behind that door was everything I wanted as a child, a family. A family to call my own. I could see so many things that could go wrong with this, What if they didn't like how I looked, or my art, or that I like weird music. Then there's the big elephant in the room if they'd be ashamed I was gay. This is still the old south bible belt.

I looked at Walker trying desperately to get someone to make a decision for me. He smiled and looked at me saying, "I will support you no matter what you choose. I will always be your family. This is your decision. As far as anything else, it's a small county, they probably know all about you. It's a good bet that you know almost everything about them. The one thing I don't want is for you to look back 5 to 10 years down the road with regret."

I opened the door and saw the blue gray eyes of Owen Jackson. His eyelids were red and swollen, as if he'd been crying for a very long time. All I could say was, "Wow I did not see that coming. You'll be pleased to know the bank deposits are really good today. I guess this is going to make next week's meeting a little more difficult. I was coming to you for financial planning."

The comment made him smile. "You can always come to me for financial planning. Except now as my son I won't charge you for it." He sat down and explained how I came into being. He told me about my mother both good and bad. He said that even with her flaws he still loved her.

• • • • Thursday afternoon, Owen and I woke up and recovery. Technically I woke up first and Owen joined me back in the land of the living about an hour and a half later. We were close enough that we could actually connect hands through the rails of our beds. I was holding his hand as he woke up. "Thank you for my life, and thank you for this second chance at life. I still don't think I'm ready to call you Daddy yet, is it okay if I keep calling you Owen for now?"

There was a sad tone in his voice when he responded. "Chase... Son, as far as I'm concerned I still haven't earned the right to hear the word father or Daddy from you yet. Nelson was right, I have run and hidden from our relationship for your whole life and it almost got you killed. Pal, when you decide that day comes, there will not be a proud of father on the planet."

"Are you disappointed in Walker and I being lovers?"

"Oh buddy, the whole town has watched you two your whole lives. There is not a single person who is going to hold anything but happiness, when you two decide to make it a permanent relationship. When that day comes I hope you let me do the honorable thing and pick up the tab is the father of the bride."

I laughed so hard my side hurt, "Owen, I don't think it works that way."

"Then I shouldn't expect him to come and ask for your hand in marriage. You are the girl in the relationship right?" I shot him a you got to be kidding look. "Should I stop before I make a complete idiot of my old self?" I laughed and squeezed his hand.

The doctor entered the room all smiles. "Everything looks very promising. Smoothest procedure I've had yet. The nurses say if you two don't settle down they will have to split you up."

• • • • 12 long months, one orbit of the sun... I have had so much to digest. A lover, an abduction, a rape, a rapist/murderer sentenced to death, a new direction in life, a new family, a new kidney, a new lease on life, and a new philosophy. Carpe diem Seize the day, To truly live life, one must grab hold of it and suck the marrow from its bones.

Alan Boudreaux was shived in prison for failure to deliver a proper blow job while being tag teamed in the showers. I would love to say I feel sorry for him. His lawyer came to me and asked if I would be willing to visit him in the infirmary. I told him only if I could bring my own shiv. I guess I'm not that good.

Now that I know he's my uncle by marriage, Sheriff Joe Daughtry and I have developed a unique relationship. I'm still doing sculpture but I'm also interning with the County Magistrate. I start Law School in December. After meeting with Boudreaux's lawyer I realized, I do want to be a prosecutor. To use a fishing analogy Uncle Joe is fond of; He'll hook them I'll clean them.

Owen Jackson came from a large family. All of them were eager to meet me. Turns out the old couple who I'd cut their grass for free as a kid, where his parents. They love the hell out of me. It turns out I wasn't the only artist in the family. I was the only one doing metal work sculptures. One of my second cousins was a painter. She went around the county painting all of my sculptures. I was so touched to see her work, and how she appreciated mine.

Walker and I still meet with Chris and Belinda at least once or twice a month for playdates. Uncle Joe figured out the relationship had changed between the four of us. He split Chris and Walker apart. I hate to say it it worked out better for me. When Walker is on nights I spend the weekend with Chris and Belinda. Belinda and Sarah stay with me at the lake house, when Chris is on nights. Walker and I redesigned the basement and put in a room play room, hidden of course.

No matter which party I'm with on the flexible player. When it's Walker, Chris and I, I'm in the middle position both boys are striving to please me and themselves. When it's Miss B, Chris, and I, the sex is far more varied. In most cases Chris finds himself between B & I, being both the pleasurer and the pleasuree. Occasionally B & I trade places being in the middle. Miss B discovered she likes taking it anally from me, and vaginally from Chris the same time. Like I said, as soon as we put Sarah down and she drifts off to sleep, the sex with her parents and I becomes varied the fun. The two of them are expecting a baby brother or sister for Sarah in a few months.

Our personal sex life is still out of this world. Walker has not only encouraged my panty obsession, he's now even making recommendations and requests. Having him in bed is amazing and surprising each time. Every so often he will get me hard and he will ride my cock. He always does something to please me in bed, either sucking me or riding me. But he always ends giving me his huge shaft in the ass.

He and I made use of that free stay at the hotel. We are finally getting our lovers weekend in Charleston for Pride Week. Walker asked me to march by his side in the LGBT in law enforcement section. I picked up a lovely blue gown from La Perla and sensible but feminine shoes, I am still getting used to heels. Chris and Belinda went with us, she was wearing a matching gown and shoes. Chris and Walker took turns hoisting Miss Sarah into their arms during the parade route.

At the end of the parade route he paused, dropped to a knee, and put the biggest rock I have ever seen on my finger. I had a total sissy spaz attack. Tears streaming down my cheeks. I was shaking my head so fast my high ponytail was smacking back and forth from my neck to my nose. To our surprise the reporter from the paper was there. She snapped the picture as I said yes and Walker hoisted me high in the air with both of my heels resting on my butt. She was the same reporter who covered my school suspension when I attended my first Pride Week two years earlier. It was one of the featured photos on the section that covered the event. The caption above it, "Love Fills The Air!"

We were walking back to the hotel and I called the bank and ask to speak to Mr. Jackson. When he picked up I asked, "Hey Dad..." Yeah I started calling him dad a few months ago, when we went to the Jackson family reunion. It just felt right. I petitioned the state to add his name to the long vacant spot on my birth certificate. "Do you remember when you offered to pay for my wedding?"

"I know Son, Skip asked for your hand before you left. I guess I'm not so old fashioned. You are marrying a proper Bubba. Gay or straight there still steeped in the culture. Your step mom is already dragging Nelson around looking for venues."

"Tell her to stop. We're having it out at the lake house, in front of God and everyone. In the gazebo near Walker's parents. That's what brought us together in the first place." Walker kissed the of top my head. Dad said it was a good idea and a touching gesture. "Dad, I know we talked about taking your family name... Would you have a problem with me being a Justice?"

Walker hugged me tight and Dad replied "No, I would not. It sounds and feels right."

Walker and Chris decided we would have dinner In the hotel restaurant. The manager had been so swell, I had to share the ring and the news with him. I'm not sure but I think he winked at Walker. We ate dinner as a large family. Because that's what we had become.

Walker wanted some dessert, but Belinda and Chris wanted to get Sarah to bed. The poor sweetie was yawning, it was so cute. Walker took me out on the dance floor, I who had two left feet was following his lead and praying I didn't mash his toes. We danced until late in the evening. The hotel staff started gathering and were watching us. It was awkward but nice.

There was only one sour note. An old couple sitting next to the dance floor. The little old lady looked at her husband and said, "It's nice seeing an attractive young couple out having a good time at night. Not like seeing all those weird people in the streets today." Ah, well nothing is perfect. We returned to our table and had our dessert. Walker had his glass of wine and me my glass of sparkling cider.

Walker called for the check and the waiter brought back a card. "I've taken the liberty to pay for your party's meal. I am terribly ashamed of my wife's comments. The gentleman in the gown is truly beautiful."

We walked to the elevator and took the short ride up to our floor. When Walker open the door the lights were low and there was a trail of rose petals leading to the bed. The sheets were turned down. The painting above the headboard was replaced with a simple sign, "Congratulations and many years of blessings."

Walker took me in his arms and kissed me. My mouth open to welcome the arrival of his tongue. The gentle kiss slowly evolved into a passionate savage exchange of tongues and teeth and nibbles. I slowly rolled one shoulder than the other out of the straps of the backless dress. The slinky blue gown flowed like ocean waves down my body to the floor.

What was left was me, standing before him wearing nothing but a tasseled hem sheer blue plunging back lace camisole. Blue bikini side tied satin panties, and of course no ensemble for pleasing a man is complete without hose garters and garter belt.

I still don't cross dress in public often. This was a special occasion. Judging by the look on his face he appreciated the effort. There is something so sexy about putting on a $5,000 dress. If he knew that's how much it cost, he would probably insist I wear it everyday.

I pulled myself back into a caress of Walker's body. My hug slowly loosened and I slid down his frame to my knees. I softly kissed the basket of his slacks. My lips traced the outline of his firming cock as it slid down his left pant leg. I loosened his belt and opened his fly. His dress slacks slid down his body to the floor in a heap next to my gown.

The purple tip of his cock was peeking through his foreskin leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. I kissed the tip and slurped a large dollop of the cum into my mouth. I'm always amazed at how sweet his spillage tastes. I'm also very pleased to find out he was free-balling today. The sexy smell of his musky sweaty meat is intoxicating.

I rise up his thighs again caressing them, until I get to where his legs meet. I kiss his balls, one at a time slowly bathing each with my tongue. I suck each of the large eggs into my mouth. Past experience has taught me I can't fit them both in. I love the feel as my tongue rubs their furry roundness. I kiss each stone then my lips kiss down the base of his now rock hard shaft.

My lips part only slightly so that I can push back his foreskin and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. His pre-cum is flowing almost freely out at this time. He is almost an obscene fountain of pleasure. I'm licking and swallowing enjoying every moment, savoring the salty sweet goodness. I reach down and pull the knot that is keeping my panties on my body. They fall onto the growing pile of fabric on the floor.

My lips part further as I slide more of his thick shaft into my mouth. I've learned I have to breathe through my nose as I allow it to slide down into my throat. I've gotten very good in one year. I know how to please my man. He has learned as well not to push to let me take it on my own time. More and more of his veiny thick shaft slides between my lips, I look up his body and into his beautiful brown eyes.

My hands reach behind him and slowly massage his beautiful muscular ass. He groans. More of his clothes are falling to the floor. The $2,000 Prada jacket that I love so, a gift for his birthday. Followed by the silk shirt. Then the muscle shirt. My man stands before me wearing nothing but his shoes and socks.I realize those too must go. Refusing to release his cock from my throat, my hands caress their way down each of his legs untying his shoes and removing them one at a time.

His hands rest on the straps of my camisole. He's massaging my shoulder blades letting me know I'm doing a very good job. Oh how I yearn for this meat to be in two places at once. I feel his twitch, I know he's going to cum. I also know if he shoots his load in my mouth, he will not be able to fill my ass for some time. He pushes me backwards sliding his cock from my mouth and throat. I put my pouty lip out knowing I will be getting back my toy soon.

He pulls me back to my feet. Then picking me up out of the pool of fabric on the floor, he carries me to the bed. Laying me down gently. He kisses my lips again. Then he reaches over and grabs the lube off the nightstand. He raises my legs high in the air and slowly caresses each of my cheeks.

He rests both legs in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. Squirting a healthy amount of lube on his fingertips, he massages it gently into my hole. I still love the way he opens me using his middle two fingers. Done so the others can caress the soft skin around the hole. When he opens me from behind the outer fingers caress my balls. He is so concerned with my pleasure. The least I can do is give it back to him. He gives his own cock of shake to lube it as well.

Walkers lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulder. My stockings slid smoothly over his skin. He took one of the bolster pillows and shoved it under my lower back elevating my bottom. He rested the head of his leaking shaft against my hole and slowly pushed in. The head popped through my ring there was a flash of discomfort followed by waves of pleasure as each inch of its veiny length slid within me.

The love that filled his eyes was amazing. They were like two searchlights focusing in on me. He slowly withdrew his 11 inches almost completely from me, only to slowly shove them back in. After 10 long excruciatingly pleasurable minutes, He started making shorter strokes and rotating his hip slightly. As if he had to worry about increasing the pressure or pleasure.

He was sweating lightly under his thick mat of fur. I was definitely glistening as well. As Miss B is fond of correcting Chris, "A proper lady does not sweat. She glistens or glows." Waves of pleasure radiated from my deep core. A familiar tingle filled my balls as I arked thick ropes of come over my playset. Walker put out a pouty lip. I guess he was hoping to catch a bit. He scooped up a little of my cum and put it to his lips sucking slightly. It was if he savored the flavor like a sommelier a savors and treats a fine wine. I loved the way he made me feel.

A couple more thrusts and he looked down at me lovingly asking me where I wish to receive his gift. "Breed in me my love. I want to feel you inside me... Please." He redoubled his effort. Shortly I felt his cock twitch and spurt deep within me his hot seed filling my channel. My legs wrapped around his hips holding them in a death-lock. They stayed there until his third leg grew soft and flopped from my well stretched, and exceptionally pleasured hole.

He slowly rolled to his back taking me with him. He rested me on his chest and stomach kissing my forehead and wrapping my waist with his massive hands. He looks lovingly into my eyes. Then he asked, "Does La Perla even make wedding dresses?" I had always thought he and I would be standing side-by-side in matching tuxes. I smiled and thought, with his sweet request, perhaps Miss B and I should do some shopping.

My tender giant then said my future name "Chase Justice... Hon, do you realize I have known you for twelve years and I still don't even know your middle name?"

I laughed, "I wasn't supposed to live. The nurses thought it was pointless to give me one, they joked NONE. The charge nurse on duty hated blank spaces and thought there were enough on the certificate she simply inserted an 'N'. She and her husband became my first temporary foster family and put the story in my baby book."

He hugged me tight and drifted to sleep. Chase N. Justice I thought. What a great name for a prosecutor.