Author's note: Hey, you found this story in the Nifty gay archive site, so you ought to know that it contains adult male-male sex and some rather graphic violence. Hopefully, it also has a story you will like. If you aren't supposed to read this stuff, please don't. Otherwise, Enjoy. Fantasies don't need protection, real life does. Play it safe. Mikey
This chapter has some graphic violence.
Come Home 3:
Pappy walked out to the small mound and stood by the tiny maple. In the moonlight, the leaves looked almost black. The wind brushed the feathery fronds against his arm as he touched a branch with the same strong gentle hand that had rested in Kelly's hair.
"Granny, I'm scared. Pup's gone and chosen a mate. He wants that big nephew of Butch's. People ain't gonna understand. He's not alpha; the other boy, Max, is.
"Maybe I kept him too close, trying to protect him. I dunno. All I can do is try to point them onto the best trail goin' the way they're headed. It ain't gonna be an easy one. I had kinda hoped for different, but I guess not. I'll do my best to take care of your boy, Granny. But I sure wish you was here to talk it over with me. I miss you, love."
He stood there silently for a long time, watching the moonlight reflect off the leaves before heading in to the house and his cold lonely bed.
"Come on, Kelly! Let's go. The fish aren't waiting for you," Max hollered as he pulled up at the farm.
Max had mentioned that he loved fishing in the mountain streams and Kelly had shyly offered to show him where the best fishing was. Max tried not to be too eager as they agreed to spend the weekend up at the line cabin together, fishing, of course.
Pappy had shaken his head, but hadn't said anything, even when Kelly blushed. Max wasn't certain Pappy knew they were lovers. Somehow, he didn't think much escaped those sharp old eyes. He was just relieved he wasn't greeted with a shotgun, or worse, for seducing the old man's grandson.
He jumped out of his car and swung his heavy pack easily to his broad shoulders. Kelly appeared in the barn door, in his usual overalls and no shirt. Max licked his lips. 'Damn, that boy is beautiful.' His cock shot to attention, pushing urgently against the zipper of his jeans.
Kelly waved and headed towards his lover. Smiling, they kissed. Max wrinkled his nose.
"I know fish begin to smell after a day or two. You trying to get me used to it already?"
Kelly grinned and dropped his overalls into the dusty yard. He wasn't wearing anything beneath them. Teasingly, he turned and headed towards the pump, his muscular buttocks flexing as he walked. Max moaned and forced himself not to fling the younger man down in the dirt and take him on the spot. They had not made love since the night at the pond. The last week had been murder. Seeing each other every day, never touching, never being able to openly express how they felt. Stealing kisses while driving or alone for a moment was just not good enough.
Max watched, lust arguing with love in his gut, tightening his throat, when Kelly smiled over his shoulder as he started to wash under the pump. Water glistened on the smooth brown skin, dark hair curled as Kelly shook his head like a big dog, spraying water everywhere. He turned off the faucet. Completely unselfconscious, completely aware of his lover watching him, Kelly sluiced the water down his sleek body with his hands.
Max pulled him against his body, not caring that he got soaked. Kelly yielded willingly. Their tongues danced and tangled until Max could not breathe. He pulled away, gasping.
"Get dressed, boy. Or we're not going anywhere but to bed."
Kelly licked his lips slowly as he looked at Max's bulging jeans. A smack on his wet rear drew a startled yelp from Kelly, but his golden eyes danced as he darted towards the house. Max scooped up his discarded clothing and carried it inside.
The next two days were the stuff of dreams. They fished and swam, and made love for hours at a time. In the afternoon, they lay entwined in the shade of the trees and watched the wind tease the long grass as they played.
Kelly loved being beneath Max's lithe strong body. Max tried to get him to top, but he wasn't very interested in that, or even in riding a prone Max. He cooperated, but his reluctance was obvious. Max didn't push him. He filed that away for later and just concentrated on making Kelly happy. Other than that, Kelly was a frisky, cooperative lover who loved to kiss and snuggle. Gentle touches, rough wrestling, urgent need, and drowsy satisfaction filled their time. The days flew by too quickly.
Max whistled as he carefully wiped a smudge off of his treasured car. Candy apple red, 1965 Ford Mustang Convertible. It was polished to gleaming beauty. The big 289 purred with the tune up and the newly refurbished leather seats smelled like saddle soap. Kelly smiled as he wiped the grease from his hands.
They had just finished installing the seats, and Max was ecstatic. "Come on, love. Let's go for a spin," he said eagerly. "But first, go wash your hands." Max glared critically at the traces of dirt and grease under Kelly's nails. Kelly heaved an abused sigh, but scooted quickly into the house as Max picked up a bucket of soapy water.
The wind streamed through their hair. The radio was cranked all the way up. Max sang along with it. He had a husky deep voice. Kelly just watched, as quiet as ever, but obviously delighted when Max reached out and grabbed his hand.
Almost back into town, blue flashing lights appeared in the mirror. Max rolled his eyes, but obediently pulled over. Ray and Jake heaved themselves out of the patrol car and strolled up to the car, wearing big grins.
"Okay, boys, out of the car. Let's see, speeding, singing out of tune, enjoying yourselves while we slave keeping the crowds safe at the fair. There's enough counts here to put you away for a long time. I guess we'll just have to confiscate this here vehicle so you don't get into any more trouble."
Max laughed and jerked his head. "No way, buster. I'm resisting arrest. Besides, no court in the world would believe that Kelly was singing. You'll never get him to confess. He'd have to talk to do that."
Jake grinned eagerly. "If I shoot him, can I keep the car as evidence? Huh? Huh?"
"Nope, I'm senior. Just back on away from those keys, buster, and we'll let you live a little longer."
Max raised his hands and yielded to the joking demands of his friends. Kelly hopped out and perched on the hood of the sheriff's car while Ray snatched the keys from Max.
"You can take the car back, Max. We're off duty anyway. Just drop it at the station when you're done at the fairgrounds tonight."
"Give me that belt. Don't even think of messing up my new seats. One scratch and you're gonna be so burnt, toast ain't even gonna describe it," Max threatened Jake as the deputy happily swung into the car. Ray tossed Kelly his belt. The Mustang pealed out as Max shouted warnings at Ray.
"Damn, take me home so I can change, love. Then we'll head out to the grounds again. Ever make out in a patrol car before?" He leered at Kelly, who just licked his lips slowly and suggestively. They groped each other teasingly all the way into town.
Max pinned Kelly against the door of the patrol car. The far corner of the parking lot was dark, and the truck beside them concealed their actions. He bent his head to nibble gently at an ear. Kelly slipped his hands down to the firm ass and pulled the rapidly hardening bulge into his belly, humping lightly. His bright eyes were happy as he saw Max's arousal.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock and he shoved Max away hard. Max staggered, but spun lithely in time to meet a baseball bat in his stomach. He retched and dropped to his knees, trying to draw his gun. White-hot pain blazed through a smashed hand as the bat swung again.
"Butt-Fuckin' queers, fuckin' out here! Gonna teach these cocksuckers a lesson they won't live to forget!" a harsh voice slurred.
Max heard a snarl and the smack of something hard hitting flesh repeatedly, grunts of pain, then heavy breathing. He saw a bulky figure choking Kelly, smashing his head against the car. Kelly jerked free with a low snarl and flew at his attacker. A knife flashed in the moonlight. Kelly stopped and looked at his stomach, then sagged bonelessly into a limp huddle on the ground. The man laughed. It was an ugly sound.
Max yelled, "Kelly! Kelly! Damn it, you bastard. Stop it!"
"Shut up. You're next, pig. We're gonna have a little fun with the faggot here, first."
The bat made a sickening thunk as it crashed into the back of his skull.
"Butch! There's a fight in one of the parking lots. Max is there. Someone said there's a knife." The deputy sounded frightened. Things like this did not happen frequently in the small quiet town.
Butch acknowledged the radio as he shot to his feet. "On my way."
Pappy rose. 'Kelly was with Max earlier.' Worry strained his face. Pappy pulled out a small black box and stared at it in alarm. The signal matched the radio call, too closely for his comfort. Alarm flared. He took a shortcut over the fence, unnoticed by the sheriff. Butch skidded to a halt when he saw the other deputy at the beginning of the lot.
"Over there, sir. Across the lot, by the back fence. I see movement." They drew their weapons and started running as an inhuman howl was followed by an agonized scream that cut off abruptly.
Max heard the muffled moans long before he regained consciousness. Desperately he hoped help would arrive before it was too late. Had anyone even seen what happened? He could only hope.
His heart pounded in terror when the agonized sounds faded, then died. He yanked futilely at the handcuffs fastening him to the truck door. Cracking open his swollen eyes, he thought his heart would stop. Kelly, shirt torn and bloody, lay curled into a ball on the ground. Bruises, welts, and cuts covered his face and torso. Most horrifying of all, he cupped his hands to a huge slash in his stomach, vainly trying to hold his intestines inside his body. His arms were stained crimson with his blood. Max closed his eyes as the vision of his love's limp form burned into his nightmares forever.
Kelly's body twitched when a heavy boot thudded against his ribs. Thank God, he was still alive. The man, holding a bloody knife, kicked him again. Kelly opened his eyes and his body tensed, trying to jerk away from the blows. Max thought he saw a flicker of recognition in the agony filled eyes, but the dark head just drooped back down, quivering and whimpering quietly when he couldn't escape the pain.
"You son of a bitch!"
One of the men turned and yanked up Max's head by the hair. "Hey fag, look what we got. A little pig. Do you know what we do with piglets, fag?"
Max tried frantically to yank his hands free. He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath and by the way his eyes were dilated, that wasn't the only thing he was on.
"Make them into sausage. That one's just about ready to squeal."
The boot smashed into the young man's kidneys. Kelly's body convulsed with an agonized howl as his intestines bulged obscenely around his hands. Max screamed, again and again. He knew he would never forget that horrifying sight.
"Shit, someone's coming! Run!"
Something smashed against his skull, and he saw only a blinding flash of light, then blackness.
"Freeze! Police!"
The men ran. The Sheriff and deputy followed them. Shots were fired; the men died. The Sheriff ran to Max, setting him free.
"Help Kelly!" Max moaned as he tried to focus his blurry eyes.
"Kelly? Where's Kelly? He's not here, Max. Max?"
Max jerked himself upright and staggered towards the back of the truck, "Kelly!"
"Kelly? Oh God, NO!"
The men flinched at the howl of agony. Max slammed down to his knees by the pool of blood by the truck, his eyes wild, his face frantic, his hands bloody, but empty.
"He's gone!"
Max searched, the others helped, but did not find anything to tell him where Kelly, wounded and close to death, could have disappeared to. Only the blood pooled around the knife told them the nightmare was real. Pappy did not answer his phone as Butch frantically called.
"Oh Kelly, I love you so." He knew the nightmares would not fade until long after the bruises, if ever. As the ambulance drove away, silent tears traced through the blood and dirt on Max's face, leaving behind a clean path.
In the darkness, a harsh voice whispered. "You can do it, boy. Come on. You can do it. If you love him, if you want to live - Try!"
Agonized panting gave way to a groan, then silence. Leaves rustled, then stilled.
Heavy footsteps faded into the night slowly, weighed down with more than sorrow, burdened with life.
The old man leaned wearily on the fence. The leaves of the tiny maple drifted down to carpet the mound with red lace.
"Don't know how long it'll be, Granny. Not the same without the boy around. Beauty's lad is doing well. He's gonna be a big one. Wolf's doing better. He's healed now, but something's missing. I look in his eyes and the wounds are still there. Don't know how long it will take for him to come all the way back. Or even if he will. I think he will. He's a strong pup, but he's changed, not so happy. He knows the world can hurt now.
"Max came by twice now, but he didn't stay long. His eyes look bruised. He was crying by the pond. Wolf tried to comfort him. But he don't understand why Max won't play anymore. Butch says the boy still wakes up screaming some nights. He said the men were drugged out of their minds. At least they're dead, after what they done to our pup and his man.
"Butch and them wanted to have a funeral for the boy. I told them, he ain't dead, just gone. They think I'm getting old, that I'm just senile from grief. But they're wrong. The boy'll be back. I know it. I'll wait, however long it takes him; I'll be here for him when he returns. I never gave up yet.
"I miss you, Granny. It's awfully lonely here."
He watched the leaves fall slowly. A large shadow beside him whined and nudged his hand. He sighed and cupped the big head in both hands. Pappy stared into the golden eyes. But they were just the eyes of a wolf.
"You can do it, boy. Come home."
The lonely words drifted on the wind long after the man and the big wolf made their way into the dark house. That night as the man slept, the wolf raised his head and stared unblinking into the dying embers of the fire. A spark flickered, reflected in the golden eyes. The ember died. The spark in the eyes remained.
Enjoy,
Mike.
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Jordan's Story, Beginnings
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