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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 35.
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Fuelled by Scott's ferocious enthusiasm, Mark soon became a superman. He was taken by Scott and the others at Hope House on many motorcycle training runs around Sydney and the Blue Mountains. He wanted a Harley-Davidson and Derek gave him one. It appeared at Hope House. He participated in the training runs with enthusiasm. Soon he was admitted as a Roadknight by the members of the Hope House community.
It took a little while for the NSW State Parole Authority to give Mark permission to move to Ringtail Springs. Mark was on parole until the end of the year. When the permission was granted, Mark and Scott rode to Ringtail Springs from Sydney.
Mark was obliged to report weekly to the police station at Ringtail Springs. The first time Scott took Mark to the police station and introduced Mark to Senior Constable Colin Constable. Scott already knew S/C Constable when Sergeant Kym Rowling took Colin up to the community house to meet the people at the house before Kym, Wolf, Scott and Derek left to go away. Colin was amazed to see Mark's massive physique.
Jason was already a fully-fledged superman. He enjoyed making love with the other people in the community house.
Derek welcomed Mark with open arms and a big luscious kiss. Mark wanted Derek to fuck him and Derek did. Mark rejoiced in having Derek's cock up his arse. He loved being fucked by Derek. Very soon Mark was enjoying sex with the other people in the house. He revelled in being a powerful sexual being. He loved having men shoot their cum up inside his arse.
Hal expressed concern over Mark's massive physique. He considered that Mark was overbuilt, that Mark had exceeded what Hall regarded as the sweet spot, the perfect ratio between height and muscular weight for a man. Mark promptly pointed to Scott as a counterexample. Hal gave in graciously. If God was OK with Mark's build when Mark became a superman, well then Hal was OK with it. Just to rub it in, Mark reminded Hal that Hal had described Scott as a teenage boy's wet dream. Hal laughed. He definitely remembered.
Tom travelled from Sydney to join the crew at the community house. He came to support Ellis in becoming a superman.
Ellis had already become a telepath. However, he hesitated to go up to the Lord God, pledge to serve the Lord God forever and become a superman despite the encouragement from Gabriel, Jason, Mark, Tom, Derek and the others. He thought long and hard about taking what appeared to him a major step. There were issues he had to sort out. One of the issues was the mystery surrounding the disappearance of Bryn.
When Ellis felt ready to go back in time to find out what happened to Bryn, Gabriel would take Ellis back to the time of Debbie Truman's birthday party. The past cannot be changed. Ellis understood that. However, he still missed Bryn terribly. Almost four years had passed since Bryn had vanished.
The two men would jump back into the past and observe what happened. It would be like watching a movie. The script could not be changed. Whatever had happened could not be altered. If a superman physically dropped into the past, time would fork and a stub timeline would be created instantly. The stub timeline would continue for as long as the superman stayed in the timeline. Once he jumped out, the timeline would terminate. It would cease to exist. Whatever happened in the stub timeline could not possibly cause any change in the future.
Gabriel piggybacked Ellis back to the time of Debbie's birthday party. It was a strange experience for Ellis. It was like being a ghost in a three-dimensional movie. When he separated from Gabriel, Ellis found that he could float freely up in the air and look down from above. He could pass through any object or obstruction like a wall as if it was not there. The reverse was true. Ellis was not there at the party. He was in another space looking in at the party. He watched Bryn dancing.
Many different women danced with Bryn, who appeared to be having a lot of fun. As the evening wore on and Bryn continued dancing, he became sweatier and sweatier until finally he took his shirt off and slung it over a chair with the car keys in the breast pocket. By then other men had also taken off their shirts.
The old ache of the loss came back to Ellis as he watched his lover dancing. Bryn certainly appeared to be enjoying himself.
Ellis observed Alfie standing on his own off to one side. To Ellis, Alfie looked lonely and confused. Alfie was unable to dance. Ellis thought back to the village dance in Plunj in Croatia where Bryn hardly danced at all while Ellis had a high old time. Bryn felt seriously handicapped by not being able to speak Croatian but he was much bigger and stronger than Alfie and far more intelligent. Bryn told Ellis later that he did not enjoy himself. He felt like a fish out of water. That was the reason why he left early to return to the Jovanovic house even though Marica tried hard to persuade Bryn to stay.
Ellis watched as a boy went up to Alfie and said, "Hullo, Dumbo."
"What?" asked Alfie who did not hear what the boy said over the music.
The boy poked his tongue out at Alfie and walked away. Ellis felt sorry for Alfie who looked bewildered.
A girl aged about ten or eleven walked up to Alfie and said, "Why don't you go and kill yourself, you fucking retarded little queer? You're a total waste of space! You're no bloody use to anyone!"
This time Alfie heard the child. His face contorted with mounting distress. His damaged brain could not come up with a reply. The child walked away laughing.
During a break in the music, Bryn flopped down in a chair. Children swarmed all over him. They all wanted to feel the shirtless big man's muscles. Bryn did not mind the attention at all.
Debbie came and took Bryn's shirt off the chair over which it had been thrown. She took it into the house.
Later in the evening the children were swarming over Bryn again and feeling his huge muscles. Alfie approached but the children abused him. He retreated.
Not long afterwards Alfie wanted to go home. However, he was afraid to walk back to his car on his own through the dark streets. James asked Bryn to escort Alfie back to his car.
Ellis watched Bryn leave the Truman house with Alfie and walk towards Alfie's car which was parked about three hundred metres (yards) away. Many cars were parked in the streets around the Truman house because of the party. Once Bryn and Alfie were out the front gate, Alfie clung on to Bryn's big arm. He told Bryn how horrible the children were to him. He was quite distressed. Now that he had Bryn to himself without the children, he was happier. Bryn listened patiently to his lamentations as they walked.
Near Alfie's old Mini, Ellis saw a shiny black Mercedes-Benz S-Class of the then current model following the two men in the darkness with its lights off. The car was of the model known as the 'Di-killer', the same model in which Diana, Princess of Wales had died.
Gabriel took Ellis further back in time. They saw the Mercedes-Benz drive past on the other side of the street and do a U-turn further down the street. Its lights switched off. Gabriel picked up telepathically that there were four men in the car and passed the knowledge to Ellis. The men in the car had seen the shirtless Bryn and were attracted by his awesome musculature. The car followed Bryn and Alfie at a discreet distance. Neither of the two men had any idea that they were being followed.
When Bryn and Alfie reached Alfie's Mini, the Mercedes-Benz pulled up about fifty metres (yards) away. The men in the car watched while Alfie hugged Bryn, got into his Mini, farewelled Bryn and drove away.
Bryn waved as Alfie's car drove away down the street. He turned and started walking back to the Truman house. He walked past the Mercedes-Benz without taking any notice of it. A rear window wound down silently. A gun barrel poked out. There was a soft 'pfft' sound and a tranquiliser dart appeared on Bryn's bare back with its needle buried in Bryn's back muscles.
Bryn's eyes opened wide with surprise. He tried to reach around to grab the dart but his back was so wide and thick with muscle that he could not reach it. He staggered and stumbled. His knees buckled. He fell forward onto his face. Lying on the footpath he lost consciousness. His eyes closed.
The boot of the car opened under its own power. Four men got out of the car. Straining with the effort they picked up Bryn's bulky limp body and loaded it into the capacious boot. It closed again under its own power as the four men got back into the car. The car then drove away.
Ellis watched with mounting distress. He comprehended that he was watching Bryn's last days because Bryn had vanished completely after leaving the Truman house to walk Alfie back to his car. Ellis had never seen him again. He felt some small comfort in that he now had positive proof that Bryn did not kill Alfie. Alfie was still very much alive when he farewelled Bryn and drove away in his Mini. Bryn was on his way back to the Truman house when he was felled by the tranquiliser dart. However, that knowledge did little to assuage his grief over Bryn's disappearance. Ellis knew that there was no chance that Bryn would survive the attentions of these four men and their comrades. Bryn's death was imminent.
Gabriel with Ellis on his back followed the car as it travelled through the Sydney Central Business District past Kings Cross and pulled up outside a large waterfront mansion in Point Piper. A garage door opened. The car reversed in and the garage door closed again. Gabriel and Ellis followed them in. They passed through the walls like the ghosts they were. They were 'ghosts' from the future.
Three other men walked into the garage as the car stopped. They were clad in just black leather briefs and black leather jackboots. The car boot opened and the seven men lifted out Bryn's unconscious body. They struggled with his dead weight getting it out the boot. Then they carried Bryn through the door, down some flights of stair to the basement that had been transformed into a dungeon. Gabriel and Ellis followed them. Ellis felt the tension building inside him.
The men put Bryn on a specially built table with hinged legs but held in place by springs so it could oscillate back and forth. There was a dip in the surface of the table that held Bryn's body in place. The men fastened Bryn's arms to horizontal boards with reinforced duct tape so that his arms were held out sideways parallel to the floor. His hands were palm up. His legs were taped to metal poles jutting out from the table at an angle so that they were spread wide apart exposing his cock, balls and anus. To Ellis, it looked like an obscene parody of a crucifixion. Bryn was so well taped into place that he could not move.
One of the men fixed a ball gag to Bryn's mouth. Another man injected something into Bryn's thigh. The four men who had taken Bryn left the dungeon and returned minutes later clad similarly to the other three men with bare torsos, black leather briefs and jackboots.
Gabriel and Ellis floated up near the ceiling and looked down.
Bryn began to stir as he became conscious again. His eyes flicked open. He looked around with a wild look in his eyes. He struggled vigorously in his bonds but to no avail. His huge muscles strained and bulged with the futile effort. He was too well restrained. Ellis saw an expression on Bryn's face that he had never seen before. He sensed telepathically the fierce anger mingled with fear that had arisen in Bryn's mind.
One of men bent down over Bryn and taunted him. He said things like, "You're a feisty one. We're going to have lots of fun with you, big fellow."
Bryn snarled through his gag. His face was contorted with anger.
One man put on a pair of gloves. He inserted a long brass nozzle with a hose attached up Bryn's anus and washed out all the shit. When he was satisfied that it was clean, he removed the hose and with the hose he sluiced all the bowel contents down a drain hole.
Then he produced a grease gun, inserted the nozzle up into Bryn's anus and filled it and Bryn's rectum with some sort of grease.
When he finished, he removed his gloves and greased up his hand and arm. He inserted his whole hand past his wrist up inside Bryn's anus. The man was strongly built with muscular arms. Ellis saw the muscles on the man's forearm bulging and flexing. Gabriel patched Ellis into his cryptoscopic sense. This enabled Ellis to perceive inside Bryn's abdomen the man's fist clenching and unclenching inside Bryn's anal canal so that it pressed against Bryn's prostate. Bryn groaned at the unwanted stimulation of his prostate. He hated it. Despite himself, his penis stiffened. The man rubbed his other lubricated hand up and down the penis shaft getting it fully erect. Bryn was embarrassed and angry.
The man cooed, "You like that, don't you."
Bryn tried to reply, "Fuck off, Shithead!" However his voice was muffled past understanding by the ball gag in his mouth.
The man laughed. He continued massaging Bryn's cock. He turned his hand inside Bryn's anus and cupped Bryn's prostate in his hand. He massaged Bryn's prostate. Bryn's cock became rock hard. Bryn groaned with the sexual tension. When the cock drooled precum, the man stopped massaging it.
Another man came over. He put an open thick stainless steel cock ring over Bryn's cock and snapped it closed in place at the base of the cock and balls. He did that to keep the cock permanently stiff.
The first man with his hand in Bryn's anus straightened his fingers and pushed his hand further up inside Bryn's rectum. Bryn gasped then groaned at the sudden pain as the man pushed his hand up through Bryn's sigmoid colon into the descending colon. Ellis could sense telepathically the pain that Bryn was suffering. The pain increased even more as the man forced his muscular forearm up in through Bryn's anus causing it to stretch far more than normal. Bryn was in a lot of pain. Ellis caught Gabriel's thought that it was like giving birth except it was worse because the anus was not built to stretch out to such abnormal dimensions. He sensed the sphincter muscles being forced to stretch painfully.
The man pushed his arm in up past the forearm and forced Bryn's anus to stretch out even further to accommodate the man's big biceps.
He continued easing his arm up Bryn's anus. He pushed his hand up Bryn's descending colon until it reached the diaphragm at the top of Bryn's abdomen. He felt Bryn's heart beating against his hand. He pushed his hand harder into Bryn's diaphragm until he cupped Bryn's pounding heart in his hand.
"I'm holding your beating heart in the palm of my hand," sneered the man.
Bryn was already in the most appalling pain. Ellis could sense it. Gabriel offered to stop Ellis's telepathic ability but Ellis refused. The man he loved was suffering terribly. Bryn was breathing in quick short gasps. Every breath he took was painful because of the man's fingers digging into his diaphragm.
The man squeezed Bryn's heart a few times. Bryn gasped and gurgled. His eyes opened wide. They looked as though they would pop out of their sockets. His face flushed. He was in agony.
"Don't kill him," admonished a third man. "We haven't all had our fun yet."
The man with his arm up inside Bryn laughed. Ellis's blood ran cold. He sought comfort with Gabriel who wrapped his arms around him.
The man slowly withdrew his well-greased arm from Bryn's intestines. Ellis observed that it had some small brown streaks of faecal matter on it. The man washed his arm thoroughly at a nearby hand basin.
The third man came and stood at the end of the table next to Bryn's arse. He looked at Bryn's arsehole.
"Thanks, mate," he said to the man washing his arm. "You've loosened him up nicely."
He unzipped the front of his briefs and brought out his erect penis. Ellis saw that it was big and thick. He judged it to be about eight inches (20 cm) long. He observed a thick stainless steel cock ring around its base.
The man slowly inserted his penis into Bryn's anus. Bryn struggled and writhed but he could not escape the inexorable penis advancing up his arsehole.
The man put his hands around Bryn's waist and pushed his penis further up into Bryn. He taunted Bryn asking him if he was enjoying it. Bryn writhed and snarled furiously but the more he struggled, the more the man enjoyed it. Ellis could sense it.
When the man had his penis fully inserted up inside Bryn's anus, he put his hands around Bryn's waist and started rocking the special table back and forth on its spring-mounted legs. He was using Bryn's body as a giant masturbation appliance. His mouth was open as he enjoyed thrusting his big penis up every centimetre of Bryn's well- lubricated anus and rectum. Bryn did not enjoy the experience. He found it unpleasant and painful to have the man's penis thrusting up into his intestines. He hated being raped particularly while he was in such a helpless state. It was nothing like the enjoyable sex he had with Ellis. It was infinitely worse.
While the man was happily pleasuring himself with Bryn's massive body, the other men were injecting each other in the arms with amphetamine to enhance their sexual pleasure and to keep fatigue at bay.
After some time, Ellis observed the man fucking Bryn arch his back and thrust his penis to its full extent into Bryn's anal canal. He threw his head back with his mouth open while he ejaculated his cum deep into Bryn's bowels.
Bryn hated it. He hated being used as a sex toy. He hated being so violated and abused. He seethed with anger and hatred. If he had managed to free himself he would have tried to kill all seven of the men. With his martial arts skills and his great strength, he would have had little trouble.
Spent and sweating, the man leant over Bryn propping himself on his arms. His hands were on either side of Bryn's body. The man drooled. Strings of saliva dribbled from his mouth onto Bryn's belly. His cock remained inside Bryn's anus. It was kept at least partially stiff by the cock ring around its base.
After some minutes a fourth man appeared wheeling an old art deco style metal traymobile with what looked like home-made electronic equipment trailing wires terminating in small crocodile clips.
"How'ya goin'?" he asked the third man with his cock up Bryn.
"Fucked," replied the third man.
"So's he," laughed the fourth man jerking his thumb in Bryn's direction. "Anyhow, this'll liven things up."
The third man gave a weary lopsided grin. He pulled his semi-stiff cock from Bryn's arsehole.
"Go and get yourself a jab," the fourth man said to him. "That'll spark you up."
The third man went and joined a group of men. One of them jabbed him in the triceps muscle and injected amphetamine into him. After a couple of minutes the third man's eyes opened wide.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That stuff's potent!"
The other men laughed as he did a double biceps pose.
Meanwhile the fourth man opened a box of acupuncture needles. Each needle had a metal handle. One by one the man inserted the needles into Bryn's abdominal muscles. He ended up with two lines of needles going from the groin to the chest, one on each side of the midline. He inserted more in each pectoral muscle. Then onto each needle he clipped the crocodile clips with wires connecting to the electronic box of tricks. By this time Bryn was in pain. His eyes were wide with apprehension. The man walked over to a wall trailing an electrical cable behind him, plugged it into a wall socket and switched on the power. He returned to the electronics, fiddled with a couple of knobs and flicked a switch. Bryn's body immediately went rigid with the electric shock. He gasped with the pain.
Ellis winced as the full blast of Bryn's pain hit him through his telepathic sense. He remembered that at the time this was occurring, he, Ellis, was getting steadily drunker at the Croatian Club. He felt ashamed that while he was at the club having lots of fun, Bryn, his boyfriend who loved him, was being tortured. Gabriel comforted him and reassured him.
The man laughed. "It works," he announced.
"So it bloody should," replied one of the other men. The rest of the group laughed.
The fourth man switched off the electronic box. Bryn lay panting on the table. The man made some adjustments to the box and switched it back on again. Bryn screamed through his gag. He writhed with pain.
The fourth man unzipped the front of his shorts and brought out his stiff penis. Like the third man he did not wear a condom. He stood at Bryn's groin and thrust it into Bryn's arsehole. Bryn screamed. He writhed with the pain of the electric shocks coursing through his torso and the penis forcing its way into his body. The man fucked Bryn relentlessly on the moving table until he deposited his load of semen in Bryn's intestines.
After he had withdrawn, another man came and fucked Bryn writhing in electric agony on the table. The twisting and turning of Bryn's body as he suffered the electric shocks was a real turn on for the man fucking him, as it was for the previous man.
After the fifth man had finished, another man switched off the box of electronics. The shocks ceased. The sixth man injected amphetamine into the thick muscles of Bryn's thigh. After a few minutes, Bryn shook his head as the high hit. The man switched on the electricity. Once more Bryn writhed in agony on the table while the man fucked him.
Ellis asked Gabriel to shortcut what he was witnessing. Gabriel fast- forwarded through the timeline. Bryn was injected with amphetamine several times to stop him from becoming too exhausted to writhe in agony for the men's delectation. The men all were fucking Bryn one after the other. Ellis was reminded of the time many years before in London when BJ was being fucked in the gym by all the men lined up. This was far different. Bryn was a helpless captive. He had no choice and he hated what was being done to him.
Gabriel sped up their progress through the timeline until the following night. A man switched off the electric shock box. Ellis observed that Bryn was looking terrible. He was worn out after suffering approximately twenty four hours of torture. He marvelled at Bryn's stamina.
A young man produced a long thick plastic rod with silvery electrodes at one end. He inserted the plastic rod into Bryn's anus and slowly pushed it up into Bryn's bowels until only the handle was showing. He flicked a switch in the handle and Bryn went rigid with a terrible and excruciating pain that filled his body. Ellis recognised the pain as the same pain that he had in that terrible nightmare on the night after Bryn disappeared.
Gabriel recognised the plastic rod as a modified electric cattle prod. He had seen them being used on a few of the cattle stations in the Northern Territory, north of the South Australian border, although they were illegal in Australia.
The shocks were so severe that Bryn could hardly move. The pain he was suffering was intense. It was excruciating. It was the utmost agony as the cattle prod shocked the internals of Bryn's torso.
The man pushed the prod up further up Bryn's abdomen until it got close to his heart. His heart went into spasm and stopped. Bryn gurgled. His eyes rolled up into his head. Only the whites showed. Foam appeared around Bryn's mouth. Bryn was dying.
An older man, the man who fist-fucked Bryn, came over and inspected their victim.
"Aw, Drake, you've gone and killed him. Silly boy!" he scolded the young man. "You've spoilt our fun."
He retrieved a stethoscope from the traymobile, placed the stethoscope on Bryn's chest and listened.
"Oh, bugger! He's definitely dead now," he complained. "His heart's stopped, thanks to you, Drake, and that bloody toy of yours."
"Sorry, guys, we don't have a defibrillator," said another man.
The young man called Drake pulled a face.
The older man went on. "Well, he did last a good long time. He was one hell of a tough guy."
"Yeah, we had a lot of fun with him. Shame he didn't enjoy it too," laughed the other man. "I guess we'd better get rid of the body in the usual manner."
"Hmm, yes. He does have a lot of meat on his bones," said the older man. "That'll be good."
"Then we'd better get cracking before he goes off," said the other man.
Ellis looked at Gabriel questioningly. << What the hell are they talking about? >>
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. << Disposing of the body, I suspect. Want to find out? >>
Ellis wanted to find out. Gabriel warned him that it may not be pleasant but Ellis still wanted to know. He thought that the men may bury Bryn's body somewhere in the bush in the outback of New South Wales. Gabriel, however, thought that was unlikely.
Ellis: << Bryn is definitely dead, is he? >>
Gabriel: << 'Fraid so. I can't pick up anything from his mind. His brain has shut down completely. There's nothing there at all. >>
<< Shit! Well, at least he didn't have to endure that awful torture any more. Poor bastard! What a horrible way to go, being tortured to death! >>
<< It certainly is! >>
Ellis: << Why is this sort of thing allowed? Why does God allow this sort of thing to happen? Why does He let people do such horrible things to other people? Why? >>
Gabriel: << Because God has given us humans the gift of free will. He has allowed us humans complete freedom of action. That includes the freedom to do evil things. Those men have exerted their freedom to do those dreadful things to Bryn. Don't forget, the Lord God is continually assessing us. Those of us who have souls He finds worthy, He encourages us to greater things, to make this miserable world a better place, to make this universe a better place, to become great saints and gods, to serve Him as true and loyal officers and agents. Those souls whom He finds unworthy, He gives many opportunities to improve themselves, to become worthy to serve Him for He is a merciful God who wants the best for us of the human race. Those who reject all the opportunities He gives them are considered unworthy. Some He gives to Satan as 'playmates', some are cast into the Outer Darkness and others just do not survive after death. They have no life after death. >>
<< How do you know all this? >>
<< I have learned much from the Lord God. I have also learnt a lot from Hal and from my own father, mother and grandparents, from Elizabeth and Peter, from Annie, Hal's wife, from Lovedeep, Kevin, Andy, Wolf and a whole lot of others including my ascended ancestors and the ancient beings. Hal said I was like a vacuum cleaner sucking up heaps of knowledge. He says I've turned out really well. >>
Ellis: << I feel privileged to have you as my tutor. >>
Gabriel: << Thank you. >>
He hugged Ellis. Ellis found the hug greatly comforting, especially considering what he had witnessed. He was appreciating what a great and wonderful being he had become associated with. He felt honoured that such a man like Gabriel loved him.
Ellis looked up at Gabriel.
<< I s'pose with your power you could easily kill someone, 'specially with your psychic powers. >>
Gabriel: << I could but I don't. Killing someone is considered a failure, unless you have absolutely no other option. If you see someone doing something you disapprove of strongly, you try all means at your disposal to try and correct that person. You only kill someone if the consequences of letting him live are a lot worse than killing him. Killing someone is really the last resort. >>
In the dungeon one of the men removed the needles and electric wires from Bryn's torso. Then the men rolled Bryn's lifeless body into a body bag and zipped it up. They put the bag and its contents on a stretcher and carried it out to the garage where they placed the bag in the boot of the black Mercedes-Benz. Five men got into the car and it drove out of the garage into the night.
Ellis and Gabriel followed the car as it travelled west past Kings Cross, through the night-time traffic of Sydney CBD and over the Harbour Bridge. It continued northwest through the suburbs north of the harbour and onto the Newcastle Expressway. It sped north through the night past Newcastle right up to Byron Bay, the easternmost point of the Australian continent. It was not far from the Queensland border. The car turned westward inland into the hinterland of Byron Bay. It arrived at a small boutique organic piggery running free- range pigs just the approaching dawn was lightening in the east.
There was one big shed for processing surrounded by a number of pig sties. The car pulled up outside the big shed. The boot opened as the men got out of the car. Another two men joined them and they lifted the body bag out. They carried it into the shed and rolled Bryn's body onto a bench. Nearby was a large industrial mincer.
Ellis watched in horror as some of the men expertly cut up Bryn's body into manageable chunks of meat with machetes and meat cleavers. The men then fed the chunks into the mincer which dropped the minced meat into a large cauldron. The human mince was then cooked up into swill to feed to the pigs.
The men who had brought the body up from Sydney showered and then departed in the black Mercedes-Benz. Their work was done.
Gabriel fast-forwarded through the cooking process and the cooling of the cooked pig swill made of the human meat that had been Bryn.
In despair Ellis watched as the pig swill made from Bryn's body was fed to the pigs. They consumed the swill eagerly. Bryn was the man whom Ellis loved and whom Ellis knew loved him totally. Ellis wept as he watched the swill made from the cooked-down remains of the man he loved being fed to the pigs. It was a horrible fate that had befallen his lover. Gabriel wrapped his arms around Ellis to comfort him while Ellis wept into his chest.
When Ellis was ready, Gabriel returned them both to their own time, the time from which they had departed. Back in the community house they shared their experiences with the others. Ellis was deeply disturbed by what he and Gabriel had witnessed but he found great comfort in the support of the other people in the community house.
Zack: << You can see why we Jews are not allowed to eat pig meat. They bloody eat anything. >>
Nick: << You eat pork, Zack. >>
Zack: << That's because I am a superman. It's quite OK with the Lord God for superhuman Jews to eat pork products. You know that, mate. >>
Nick smirked.
Abdullah: << It's the same with us Muslims too. Nick, you magnificently muscled gold morphed into a human, you cannot resist a stir and people cannot resist stirring you. >>
Nick: << I love being human! >>
Jessica: << I wonder how all the trendy foodies who inhabit the Byron Bay area would feel if they knew they were eating organic pork, bacon, ham, et cetera made from pigs fed on human flesh. >>
Nick laughed. << They'd probably spew. >>
Jessica rolled her eyes. << Yes Nick. >>
She put her arm around Ellis and hugged him.
Paul: << You know that young bloke Drake who stuck the electric cattle prod up Bryn's arse and killed him? I saw him at the McBrides' New Year's Eve party this year. He's a friend of Agnetha McBride's. There's definitely something not right about that guy. I thought he looked a bit older at the party. >>
Gabriel: << Ellis and I did go back nearly four years in time. I'm not surprised he looks a few years older now. >>
Paul: << Someone warned me off Drake at the McBrides' party. That was Raymond, the political staffer who's a cross-dresser. He, she, said Drake did horrible things to guys. He was dead right there! >>
Tom: << Drake Ridley, I knew that guy was twisted. He hasn't changed. He thinks just because he's a celebrity he can get away with murder, like literally. I had to be physically restrained from punching him out at some art exhibition opening. The way he was cracking on to me really freaked me out. >>
Bear: << Was that when you were a male model? >>
Tom: << Yes. When I was with Sue, quite a few guys wanted me to have sex with them. But there was something really creepy about Drake. He just sent cold shivers up and down my spine and he wouldn't take no for an answer. I just snapped. That guy is so evil and now we have proof positive with those awful things he and his mates did to Bryn four years ago. I reckon someone ought to take him out, like terminate him and do the world a favour. I reckon Paul, you could do it with your super powers. He had the hots for you at the McBrides' show. He's crazy about muscle and you have tons of muscle, especially now. He'd like you and you could knock him off, like give him a heart attack or something. >>
Tom's anger flared. He loathed Drake.
Hal: << That's one sure way of earning a severe reprimand from the Lord God. Tom, you've been with us long enough to know that the Lord God disapproves very strongly of us killing other people, whatever the reason. You can only kill someone if the alternative of letting them live has far worse results. Drake doesn't meet that criterion. It's far better and far more praiseworthy to bring that person around to see the error of his ways with your great God-given love and he with true repentance in his heart resolves never to commit those evil deeds again and to become a good and worthy person. Don't forget that our Lord Jesus Christ taught us that love is the transforming principle. With love you can transform the most evil person. A person would have to be utterly demonic to be beyond the power of love. I very much doubt that Drake is anywhere near that stage. >>
Hal went on: << A perfect justice system ensures that a person will never offend again. The barbaric old-fashioned way was to put people to death. A slightly less barbaric way was to imprison offenders for the rest of their natural lives. The enlightened approach is to lead the offender through love to see the harm his evil ways cause and to encourage him to resolve never to commit evil acts again, to truly repent and seek forgiveness for their past acts and from that point on resolve only to do those acts that have good and worthwhile outcomes. The man who can bring Drake out of the darkness of his evil acts and into the light and goodness of Heaven will truly be praiseworthy. There would be much rejoicing. >>
He continued. << I've met Drake a few times at Roman Kuzniewski's art exhibitions and parties. He was quite wary of me. I'm an older man with a pretty forceful personality, definitely not his cup of tea. A young man would have much more of a chance but it would be a serious challenge for that young man to bring Drake from the darkness into the light. Tom, I have my doubts about you as you nearly knocked his block off some years ago. He would remember that and steer clear of you. You would have been far too aggressive for his tastes. >>
He looked at Paul: << Drake liked you at the McBride's party. You may have a chance. You're a superman now with a multitude of abilities and talents. He cannot harm you. >>
Paul looked doubtful.
Hal: << It certainly does not have to be now. If you feel up to it, you would be good. If you don't like the idea, there's always someone else. However, you've got plenty of time to think about it. I suggest that you get some practice in training up some other men to be supermen before you take on Drake. >>
Tom: << Even though he's still carrying on killing people? >>
Hal: << Yes. We don't deal in retributive justice. If someone else were to kill Drake, so be it. We take the chances that life deals us. However, it is much better to bring Drake to full repentance and redemption. >>
Bear: << Why is Drake a celebrity? >>
Vera: << To quote the well-known Australian wit Clive James, there are people who are famous for being famous. Drake is one of those who are famous for being famous. >>
A ripple of laughter went around.
Vera: << Ellis, we certainly don't intend to make light of the truly horrible fate of your lover. Please understand that. >>
Ellis nodded his assent.
Elizabeth: << However, Drake is an easy target. He is so full of himself. >>
Bear: << Yes, I have seen him on television but I think Vera's right. He is famous for being famous. >>
Ellis appreciated Jessica's hug. She reminded him of Theodora, with whom he had lost contact years ago. He regretted the loss but the depression that set in after Bryn's disappearance made it impossible for him to continue his correspondence with Theodora and to keep up with his other friends like Roman, Bill and Geoffrey. Jessica suggested that Ellis could start writing to Theodora again once he felt up to it.
Ellis's mood lightened. What happened to Bryn occurred nearly four years previously. Ellis had suffered greatly afterwards. Now he was among wonderful people. He relished the love and support of those people around him. They were all superhuman. They all glowed with love, joy and life. They were immortal and invulnerable. They could not die. They would live forever. That meant they would live countless billions of years and keep on living, even after the end of the Universe. They could not be damaged or suffer injury. Ellis felt almost ready to take the big step. There was just one more thing he wanted to know. How did Alfie die?
Gabriel, the big, beautiful, mighty, glorious, superhuman Gabriel took Ellis back to the time when Bryn escorted Alfie back to his car. Bryn farewelled Alfie and walked back in the direction of the Truman house to the black Mercedes-Benz that was lying in wait for him.
Gabriel piggybacked Ellis as they flew like ghosts following Alfie's old green Mini through the night from Balmain through the central business district of Sydney past Kings Cross to Double Bay. Alfie intended to seek solace from a lady who was special to him. He parked his car in the well-lit car park of Etienne's Restaurant. He walked across the car park to a nearby house on the other side of the street and rang the doorbell.
A slim middle-aged woman opened the door and let Alfie into the house. Gabriel and Ellis floated through the walls of the house. They followed the two into the woman's consulting room. With their telepathic sense Ellis and Gabriel picked up that the woman was Adeline, a psychic counsellor. Alfie was a special client of hers whom she saw free of charge. She was willing to see Alfie who was obviously distressed even though it was quite late, well after ten o'clock in the evening.
Adeline and Alfie sat down in comfortable chairs and Alfie poured out his tale of woe to her. He told her how beastly the children at the party had been to him and the horrible things that they said to him. He told her that he did not like being at Debbie's birthday party. Most of the adults would not speak to him or were very offhand with him. No one was friendly to him except for Doctor Truman and Doctor Bryn Powys but the children would not let Alfie near Doctor Powys, especially when Doctor Powys had taken his shirt off and Alfie wanted to feel Doctor Powys's huge muscles. He told Adeline that Doctor Powys had taken him to his car and that Doctor Powys was his mighty protector. Doctor Powys was still not wearing a shirt and Alfie took great joy in feeling Doctor Powys's great big thick arm muscles. Doctor Powys let him.
When Alfie finished, Adeline gave him soothing words of comfort. She told him how much she sympathised with him. She said that Alfie had true friends who would look after him. Doctor Powys was one of them. He was a heaven-sent guardian whom Alfie could trust. Doctor Powys would protect him and keep him safe from all harm.
Alfie felt much happier having received Adeline's words of comfort. Adeline let Alfie out of her front door and Alfie cheerfully crossed the dark tree-lined street to the well-lit car park heading towards his Mini. Alfie walked along over the street and into the car park. He moved with an odd short-stepping gait as a result of his brain injury. Adeline had made him feel happy again. He sang his favourite song in a high voice.
Three young men got out of a hotted-up Holden Commodore V8 parked in the shadows. Alfie did not see them stalking him. The biggest of the strongly-built young men was carrying an iron bar.
The three men rushed at Alfie. With a mighty swing the biggest man hit Alfie over the head from the side with the iron bar. Alfie collapsed like a wet rag. He lay on the car-park pavement in a crumpled heap. The biggest man handed the iron bar to one of his offsiders and picked up Alfie's limp body. Blood dripped from Alfie's crushed head. Both Gabriel and Ellis sensed that Alfie had died almost instantly. Alfie never knew what hit him. He died as he hit the ground.
The man carried Alfie's body away from the car park down a tree- covered alley way between two huge mansions towards Sydney Harbour. He was accompanied by the two other men. When they reached the water's edge, they walked to the end of a jetty jutting out into the boat harbour and the big man tossed Alfie's body into the water. The other man carrying the iron bar threw that too into the water.
Ellis was furious. << Those bloody arseholes! Alfie had no chance! Any one of those guys was several times Alfie's size. What bastards! What bullying bastards! They just killed him for the fun of it! Just because he was gay! >>
Gabriel: << Those guys are in serious need of enlightenment. >>
Ellis was bewildered by Gabriel's response.
Gabriel: << I've been a superman for ten years. You learn to see things differently. Both my parents and all my grandparents are superhuman. Hal's been around for as long as I can remember. I've been steeped in it since I was a little kid. I grew up at Mount Remarkable. I've picked up a hell of a lot from the superhuman people around me. >>
<< I think I understand. >>
<< You know, those guys are seriously fuckable. I'd love to stick my cock up the arse of any one of those hunks of muscle and make him scream with ecstatic joy. >>
<< How would you go being a blackfellow, I mean an Aboriginal? >>
<< There are ways around that. For a start, I'm often mistaken as being Indian, like you did back in your caravan park. And being a superman, I can really turn on the seduction, like make a guy pant with lust for me 'cos he's desperately keen to get my cock filling his arse. Being a telepathic superman, I can crack anyone. It's a power I have to use with discretion, of course. I have to take full responsibility for that guy because he's fallen totally and completely in love with me. And then I train him up and take him up to the Lord God so he can become a superman. >>
<< Yeah, sure. >>
<< Yes, Ellis. It is sure. >>
Ellis: << Anyhow, it's really awful the bullshit that woman Adeline spun to Alfie! It was bullshit from beginning to end. >>
Gabriel: << She told him what he wanted to hear. I reckon she knew him pretty well and she knew just what to say to make him feel better even though it was complete bullshit. >>
Ellis was angry. << Yes, and Alfie got killed by those thugs. Then Bryn was murdered the very next night! What a load of fucking bullshit! >>
Gabriel: << That was a good example of why you should never trust these people who set themselves up as psychics. They just don't know. They don't have the knowledge. They don't have access to the hidden sources of information. They definitely don't know what's in people's minds. What they don't know they make up. They are definitely not telepaths. If they were, they would have to make their peace with God and become a holy person or a superman or a superwoman. If they didn't, they'd go mad trying to avoid God. Those, er, psychics, get by because they're good at reading body language and picking up on what people say. They don't know that the future is indeterminate. They cannot know what the future holds because it really is unknown and unknowable. You simply cannot say that something is definitely going to happen because there's a good chance it won't happen. These people get by just bullshitting their way through. >>
Ellis: << What about Hilda at Findhorn? She certainly appeared to get it right with me, like she picked that I don't have AIDS and I'm not carrying the HIV. She predicted you, the black god who'd come and rescue me from the black hole of depression. >>
Gabriel smiled. << She sounds like one of those rare white people who has cultivated her paranormal abilities. They lie latent in nearly all of us humans. Paranormal abilities are quite common in the people of my own race. There is a strong tradition amongst us Aboriginals of cultivating these paranormal abilities and making them manifest. It appears to me that Hilda can see and interpret auras for instance. She can also perceive all the possibilities of the future and pick out which of those possibilities are the most likely. I reckon she got it pretty right with you. She sounds like she has some limited telepathic ability. She's a holy person who had developed a good relationship with God. As you say, there's a strong spiritual tradition at Findhorn and Hilda is part of that. I would love to meet her, Ellis. >>
Ellis: << Yeah, I reckon we can do that. I'd like to catch up with her again myself. I'd love to see her face when she sees you, you big beautiful black god. >>
Gabriel laughed.
Ellis: << Anyway, about Adeline. She never went to the police when they were appealing to the public for information about Alfie's movements from the time he left the birthday party up to the time they found his body floating off the Sydney Opera House. >>
Gabriel smiled. << Yes it does sound a bit operatic, doesn't it. >>
Ellis: << I wonder why she never told the police that Alfie had been with her just before he was murdered. As far as I know, it's a complete mystery to the police as to why Alfie drove his car to Double Bay. They think it's likely that Alfie drove himself there but it's a complete blank for the police as what happened to Alfie from the time he left the car to the time he got smashed over the head with an iron bar. I kept telling Detective Inspector Hunter that Alfie's murder and Bryn's disappearance were two separate independent events that happened to be coincidental and that Bryn would have had nothing to do with Alfie's death but Hunter wouldn't have a bar of it. Now we know for sure that they were two separate unrelated events. Hunter was totally wrong. As far as I know he still believes that Bryn is likely to have killed Alfie. Bryn has never been cleared of Alfie's murder even though I'm in the clear, mainly because I've got a rock solid alibi. Even his offsider at the time, Detective Sergeant Bruce McIlroy, had his suspicions that Bryn did the deed but at least he wasn't so convinced. But bloody Hunter still thinks Bryn killed Alfie even though he had no direct evidence pointing to Bryn. That's one of the main reasons why I got so depressed, because Bryn, dearest Bryn, my best beloved Bryn, was suspected of being the killer who murdered Alfie. I tell you, it was bloody horrible having to live with that as well as the fact that Bryn just bloody vanished off the face of the earth never to be seen or heard of again. Gabriel, it was bloody awful! >>
Gabriel wrapped his arms around Ellis. << Yes, I do understand. It was so awful. You were in a bad way when you came to me in the caravan park. You were so depressed. >>
Ellis buried his teary face in the thick pectoral muscles of Gabriel's chest. He took great comfort in Gabriel's mighty arms wrapped around him.
Ellis: << Thank you ever so much for rescuing me. Thank you for being my Black God. >>
Gabriel kissed the top of Ellis's head. << It was necessary. You certainly have come a long way since then. You are so much better now. >>
Ellis: << Thanks to you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. >>
Gabriel: << No worries on that score. Anyway, do you want to find out what happened with Adeline? Why she didn't go to the police? My thinking is that if the police had known that Alfie had gone to see her, Bryn would have been in the clear. As it is, both cases are as cold as yesterday's porridge. Shall we go and check up on Adeline? >>
<< Yes please! >>
Gabriel took Ellis back in time to Adeline and followed her movements. He fast-forwarded through the less relevant bits including her consultations with her clients. Adeline reacted with horror when she saw the leading item on the television news a few nights later. The dead body fished out of the harbour in front of the Sydney Opera House was identified as Alfie. Adeline was distraught because she was fond of Alfie and she felt sorry for him because he had been the victim of many misfortunes. She regarded Alfie as her charitable work. Alfie was her little lost boy.
The police made an appeal to the public for any information about Alfie's movements from his departure with Bryn from Mrs Truman's birthday party to the discovery of his body floating in Sydney Harbour. Adeline thought long and hard about going to the police with her information about Alfie.
What made her decide against going to the police was the dreadful treatment meted out by the police to Zelda, her friend and fellow psychic. Zelda once had a thriving practice which she carried out from a luxurious studio on Darlinghurst Road in Kings Cross. One of her clients had been found stabbed to death in a back alley of Kings Cross. He had been murdered not long after consulting Zelda. The client was a well-known businessman and his death was big news. The police appealed to the public for information about the businessman's movements up to the time of his death.
Zelda went to the police with the information that the businessman was one of her clients and that he had consulted her on the evening he had died. A few days later, the police raided Zelda's studio and took away all her client records. Despite Zelda's many repeated pleas, the police refused to return her records saying that they were an essential part of the police investigation into her client's murder.
A few months later, salacious details of the intimate private lives of Zelda's clients started appearing on the front pages of the 'Daily Telegraph'. The newspaper stories held Sydneysiders agog for weeks. They had the A-listers on their ears. Somehow Zelda's records had leaked from the police to the Murdoch Press. The result was that all Zelda's clients stopped seeing her. Those clients whose private matters had been pruriently publicised took legal action against her for breaching their confidence. She managed to defend the legal actions successfully by blaming the police for leaking her records. However, it cost her a lot of money and she was publically humiliated, particularly by the Murdoch Press. She had to relinquish her studio and she was forced into early retirement.
About that time, corruption within the New South Wales Police Force had become a major public issue. Around the time of Alfie's murder, the Wood Royal Commission inquiring into corruption in the New South Wales Police Force was in full swing. It uncovered many instances of wide-spread corruption and received a lot of publicity.
Adeline decided against going to the police with the information that Alfie had consulted her on the night of his murder. She decided to keep quiet and say nothing. She was not prepared to receive the same treatment as had been meted out to her friend Zelda. She could not afford it. She certainly could not trust the police.
Ellis understood her position. He was now fully satisfied that Bryn had had no connection at all with Alfie's murder. He did not care what Detective Inspector John Hunter thought, particularly as DI Hunter was now worn out and close to retirement. It did not matter now. Bryn was dead and his body had been disposed of by being fed to pigs. That was four years ago. It could never be retrieved now.
With Gabriel's valuable assistance, Ellis had successfully resolved the issues surrounding Bryn's disappearance. He felt ready to move on.
He made his decision and Gabriel took him up to Heaven before the Lord God. Ellis pledged to serve the Lord God for ever, Who then transfigured and transformed Ellis into a superman and commissioned Ellis into His service.
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