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Part 44

Damien:

I had my shower and was ready for the long walk up the mountain.  Fortunately, I had purchased comfortable pair of shoes with the money from my pawning my stuff.  I was about to exit the hotel when I saw a large, expensive SUV drive past, in the direction out of town.  I left the hotel and started my walk.  The road leading up to the mountain was almost to the other side of town from the hotel.

I was about to make my turn and start my long trek up the mountain.  Another expensive SUV stopped next to me.  A good-looking and well-built man rolled down the passenger window.  I looked over.  The in a direct and slightly aggressive tone, “you the one that been asking about us?”  I wanted to make sure what “us” meant.  I replied, “are you from the family that lives on the mountain?”  The man replied, “I am. Why don’t you get in, and we can get some breakfast at Mrs. Betty’s.”  I didn’t know if his intentions were true or if today was my last day on the mountain.  I didn’t know much about this family.  My experience at Mrs. Betty’s the previous day told me I made a bad decision coming to this town.  I didn’t have much money left, and this was my last-ditch effort to rebuild my life.

The man could see me contemplating my fate.  “I will buy you breakfast; at worse, you get a ride to another town of your choice.  I will throw in some cash.”  That man gave me a fair offer, with nothing to lose.  I got into the SUV, and we headed toward Mrs. Betty’s.  Food was better than the walk up the mountain road.

We entered the diner, and Mrs. Betty warmly greeted the man.  She called him Ashton.  She knew him.  We went to a table in the far back corner of the diner.  Mrs. Betty came by with coffee and menus.

The man put his menu down, put his hand out.  “Name’s Ashton, what’s yours, and what brings you to town.”  It was a friendly introduction, and he wanted to know why I was here.  I started to tell him my story. He cut me off.  “I know your story. You told it to Mrs. Betty, and I read the FBI reports about your previous employer.  From the report, you didn’t do anything wrong, but reports can be wrong too.  What I want to know is what brought you to this town and why you are asking about my family.”

I decided to treat this like a job interview.  I began rattling off my resume, accomplishments, accreditations.  Once again, Ashton interrupted me.  “I read the file the FBI has on you. I know enough about you. The only thing I don’t know is why you are here asking about us.  I suggest you get to the point, or breakfast is going to be very short.”  Ashton said in an aggressive tone.

I said, “I lost everything, nowhere else to go.  I was living on the streets near the bathhouse.  I heard about your family.  I came up here looking for a fresh start.”  Ashton relaxed.  “Finally, you're telling me what I want to know.  You get into drugs or anything illegal?”  “I was run out of a park by a police officer for sleeping on a bench.  I have never done drugs or anything illegal.  I was dumb with my money, and you know what happened with my company.  I had a lot, and now I have nothing.  I didn’t know anything wrong.  I am a product of my own bad decisions.”  This time Ashton let me finish.  “See, that wasn’t so hard.”  Mrs. Betty came back, “you guys ready to order?”  Ashton said, “just my usual.”  They both looked at me.  I order the typical eggs and bacon breakfast.

Ashton sat back in his chair, looking me over.  I didn’t know what was going through his mind.  I heard the diner's door open, and it was the sheriff with the model from the other day.  I knew Ashton was from the mountain, and the asshole didn’t like them.  I braced for an altercation.

The two men saw Ashton and started walking to the table.  They each kissed Ashton.  The homophobic ass hole and the sheriff just kissed the man from the ranch.  I didn’t know what was going on; at least there wasn’t going to be a fight.  The deputy looked at Ashton.  “He staying or is getting a ride down the mountain?”  Ashton replied, “not yet.  I told him I would buy breakfast.  I am sure my new friend here will tell me more about why he came up to the mountain asking about us.”  He said “us.”  Ok, I had walked into Deliverance, I would accept my fate.

The truth worked with Ashton; I should keep it going.  I told them how I spent my money on fun, not looking at the future.  I was on the street and wanted to start over. I had skills and a work ethic.  The deputy spoke first, “A stranger comes into town, asking about our family.  That’s not something the people here are going to take kindly too.  You don’t know our history on this mountain and with this town.  You seem like a decent guy that did some stupid things.  Here is what I can offer.  We need someone to maintain the firehouse and equipment till we get it staffed.  You won’t fight fires or handle emergencies.  Mostly you will be keeping the place looking like new.  You have any problems with some manual labor?”  I had not done any manual labor in some time.  I came for a start, and this was a start.  I replied, “I don’t.”  The deputy continued, “We don’t expect to work for free; you will get a fair wage.  It will be enough to pay for your hotel, food and buying some necessities.  Things are cheaper up here than the city, and money goes a little farther.”

I quickly agreed while manual labor was not my favorite.  I could keep a roof over my head and food in my stomach.  Mrs. Betty came by with our food.  “You boys decide if he is going to stay or go?”  The deputy told him of the plan.  She said her husband would show me the ropes.  Ashton said he would give me a ride to the fire station.  He asked Mrs. Betty to fix me a lunch to take with me.

Ashton:

This “Damien” didn’t seem like a bad guy.  I wasn’t going to bring him to the ranch.  The camera system we installed in the town included the firehouse.  We could keep an eye on him and see how much of a work ethic he had.  He wanted a new start.  He didn’t give me any objection to what amounted to mopping floors and washing trucks.

Eric.

Dean, Jackson, and I were enjoying the long drive to the properties.  None of us was looking forward to being there.  However, that place did have some good memories.  I might take a dick or two while I was there.  The three of us took the time to talk about how we felt about going back.  We had learned from the therapist it was better to talk than to keep it all in.  We all felt similarly about going back.  We all had mixed emotions.

Dean:

While I did have mixed emotions, I did want to see how the bathhouse was progressing.  I wanted to meet the new general manager.  My assistant had left to move cross country for family issues.  I trusted his judgment on hiring someone new.  Eric also asked that I check all the properties. My background made it easy for me to notice any issues.  Jackson would be working on the condos to give options of what to do.  Financially the properties had been doing well. I didn’t expect any problems.

Jackson:

The condos were a conundrum.  Making them attractive for rentals would require extensive remodeling. Expanding them for the gym would only require making them large open spaces.  It had been a while since I had been there. I wanted to do a walk-through and see what inspiration would strike.

Eric:

The moment we pulled into the parking lot of the bathhouse, we knew something was wrong.  The place didn’t have its usual “luster.”  The place felt like someplace you go for sleazy anonymous sex.  We had made it a place for everyone to have fun, including anonymous sex.  We took pride in keeping the bathhouse clean, fresh, and inviting.  I hoped the feeling I had in the parking lot wasn’t a sign of things to come inside the properties.  Dean didn’t look happy. He saw the same thing I did.

Damien:

The deputy drove me to the firehouse.  An older man was mopping the floor.  I thought it would be a run-down old building.  This firehouse was new construction.  I took pride in my work in finance. I would take equal pride in mopping floors.  Going for a multi-million dollar home to the street had humbled me; a safe place to work and food were the most important things right now.  The deputy told me he would come by at the end of the day and drive me back to the hotel.  He would be checking on my work, and a report from the older man about my ability to work.  This level of management seemed a bit overkill for a job with a mop.  I went into the firehouse and introduced myself.  The older man explained he was Mrs. Betty’s husband and was working here to keep the place up till they found a fire chief and one firefighter.

He took me around, showing me what was done and on what day.  The size of the place would keep me busy.  He recommended a two-week cycle that would ensure that everything gets cleaned every two weeks.  Then it would be time to start over.  He showed me the computer and how to log-in to punch my time car.  The firehouse would be unlocked in the morning and locked after I left.  I asked about keys. He said I did not need them.  Everything in the firehouse was electronic, down to the lockers.

I took notes to make sure I didn’t miss anything.  Most if it was common sense cleaning; some of it was special to the fire equipment.

Dean:

I went to one of the side doors of the club, using my key to enter.  My key didn’t work, and the locks looked new.  I would understand if someone changed the locks for security purposes. I went to the front entrance. There was a new younger man behind the glass.  I looked past him, and everyone looked new.  I assumed some change-over in the time we were gone, but it looked like everyone had left.  I told the twink who I was.  “I don’t know you. You need to pay the entrance fee like everyone else.”  He said in an arrogant tone.  I was already irritated, I didn’t need to take it out on this kid.  I paid for the entrance, and they let me into my club.  I grabbed the towel and key to the room I had just rented.  A little undercover work would do me some good.  Then if need be, I could raise hell or get the place back on track.

The inside looked ok, not as clean as I would like it.  However, it wasn’t the horror show I was expecting.  There was a different feel to the place.  There hadn’t been any significant changes, except to the patrons.  There were twenty-something in various shapes and sizes, all looking like they fell out of a modeling catalog.  The VIP room was not a lounge where they all gathered when they were making rounds.  I got into my room.  I started changing when the door opened. I hadn’t closed it all the way.  A well-built twenty-something asked if I wanted company.  I said, “sure.”  He started rattling off his prices for services.  He also mentioned if I was looking for a unique experience, we could go to Wonderland.  I was hoping this wasn’t a referencing for partying.  I played stupid, asked what Wonderland was.  He explained it was a couple of buildings over, if we went together I got a discount on entrance.  He was talking about The Tom.  I understood what was happening. The place was now an escort hub.

I knew the club would make Eric mad.  The defilement of The Tom would send Eric into orbit.  That was the legacy of his husband, and he had lost Chris.  I didn’t know how much more trauma Eric could take.  He wasn’t a “delicate flower,” but everyone has their limit.

I reached into my wallet and paid the escort for the “full package.”  I didn’t know what that meant, I didn’t care.  I said I want to go to The Tom.  The kid’s eyes lit up.  I assumed their rates were higher there.  We dressed and went to Wonderland.  I got there, and it was a high-class opium den and S & M palace.  I was sure almost everyone was high off their tits.  The kid started rubbing me, trying to kiss me, asking me what I wanted.

I reached my breaking point and told the kid to “get out.”  He had an indignant stare, “who the fuck put you in charge?”  “I have always been in-charge. Get out of my club!”  The kid ignored me and wandered off.  I didn’t understand why we hadn’t seen any of this on the cameras.  I called Eddy for him to pull up the camera feeds.  He said everything looked fine.  I describe the scene in front of me. He said that wasn’t what he saw.

I went to the office to log into the computer, and I was locked out.  I called Eddy and told him.  He asked if he could call me back, he would figure out what was going on.

I went back to the bathhouse.  I paid for my entrance again.  Someone slimy was in-charge. I went out to the pool and found my target.  A large greasy man, too many gold chains, and a drinking some expensive Champaign served by one of the “staff.”  He saw me coming at a rapid pace.  He started to say, “who the fuck.”  I flipped him into the pool.  I told him to get out of my pool and get out of my club.

My phone rang as the man was hoisting his girth out of the pool.  Eddy had reset the server and saw the actual feeds from the cameras.  This “kingpin” made sure there was enough income to keep us from asking questions and hacked our systems.  I told Eddy to shut down all the properties and turn on the house lights.  I have never seen that many men scramble for clothing and an exit that fast.  Some guys got in their cars in only their underwear.

I tried to get to Eric before he found out.  I got to the office, and it was a disaster.  It was alcohol storage and drug distribution for local dealers.  Eric was standing there, red in the face.  He didn’t say a word.

Eric:

Dean went into the club, Jackson to the condos, and I went to the office.  I knocked on the door.  A skinny kid, obviously high and needing real food, answered the door.  He asked what I needed.  I simply said, “in.”  I quickly pushed past him.  I looked around, and there were bottles and boxes of cheap and expensive alcohol and a room with bricks.  I knew what was going on.  I called Jacob to call his friend at the police department to come down.  He started asking questions. I hung up the phone.  Whoever did this was not going to get away with it.  I was frozen in place, the guys working just kept going as if I wasn’t there.

I didn’t know what to do.  I needed my big lug.  I just stood there, anger boiling over.  I knew these kids were a product of some horrible street boss.

The thought that The Tom was in a similar state was not one that I could comprehend.  I pushed it out of my mind.  I heard someone go into the pool, followed by a series of expletives and Dean’s loud voice.  I heard Dean enter the room.  He put his hand on my shoulder.  I turned, “who did you throw in the pool?”  Dean said it was the person running this little empire.  I told Dean, “he doesn’t leave.”  Dean moved quickly to secure the man for the police.

Jacob called me back. They were sending a couple of officers and a detective.  I told him we needed a family meeting now. We would do a conference call once the trash was gone.  I took a moment to calm down. I looked around at the kids working in the office.  I walked through the club, seeing all the “models” standing around.  They had no place to go.  I realized this man had taken our bathhouse and made it a prison.  He was a predator, and I had my fill of predators.  I had Dean put all the “models” into the VIP room.  I said unless they are currently wanted, I will protect them.

The officers showed up, and they immediately arrested the man running this jail.  They knew who he was and had been looking for him.  Once the house lights were on, I saw the club was not in a great state.  Dean and I walked through, each shaking our heads.

We had a family conference call.  We came to a consensus to bring the properties back to their glory.  It would take some work, mostly finding the right people.  The three of us had the condos to stay in while we worked.  It was going to take a couple of months to bring these places back to their former glory.

Jacob and David offered to come down.  I told them to keep the ranch running. I didn’t think it was a good idea to cancel any ranch events.  I didn’t know how I would balance fixing these locations and the business management of the ranch.  Shortly after the call with the family ended, my phone rang again.  Mrs. Betty called to congratulate me.  I asked, “for what.”  She said in an excited tone, “for being the new mayor of our town.”  I faked excitement. I wasn’t going to rain on her parade.

I went out to the sidewalk, leaned against the building.  Dean was there, having a cigarette.  “I thought you quit?”  He replied, “I did, over a decade ago.  After this shit show, I figure it was better to have a couple of smokes than start day drinking.”  I nodded, “you have one for me?”

Jackson:

I was walking through the first family condo, and there were a lot of good memories.  I could almost smell the sex in the air.  Remembering the family orgies in the pigpen and the dinners around the table made my cock twitch.  This condo was where we became a family.  We left because it was tainted; coming back, it still felt like home.

Walking around the pigpen, my cock was responding.  I absently minded rubbing my hardening cock.  I stripped down to my jockstrap and worked my way through the condo. I was taking notes and making sketches in my jockstrap and boots.  I heard the door open. I assumed it was Dean or Eric.  I heard, “hey daddy, that’s a nice ass and toxic tat.”  I turned it was some well-built twenty-something.  I hadn’t locked the doors behind me.  I replied, “answer me two questions. Why are you here, and tell me what you think of my daddy cock.”  The twenty-something walked up, “I think your poz daddy cock needs to breed my neg hole.  The answer to your first question, I saw the lights on and wanted to see who was home.”  I could ask more questions, but my cock wanted his ass more.

The twenty-something started undressing, down to a jockstrap of his own.  He had a bottle of lube in his pocket.  He covered his hole and my cock.  He looked back at me, “give me a poz daddy dick down.  I have chased enough, convert me!”  I slammed my cock into his hole.  Rough fucking him would ensure my seed would take his hole.  I fucked this boy rough, and he kept begging for more.  I knew the family seed was a guaranteed conversion, but that wasn’t important.  One final slam into him, and I unloaded my toxin.  The twenty-something stood-up, my cock fell out of his sloppy hole.  He got dressed and left, never saying anything after I seeded him.  I put my cock in my jock and went back to work.

It wasn’t long after the twenty-something left that Dean and Eric showed up.  Both were visibly angry. It was then that I noticed the flashing red and blue lights outside.  They told me what happened, and the cops checked IDs; anyone without an active warrant could stay.  Dean was able to keep Eric relatively calm.

Dean was the first to ask me why I was only in my jockstrap.

Dean:

Eric and I went to the condo to explain to Jackson what we had found at the clubs.  Jackson always filled out his jockstrap in both front and back.   Jackson’s daddy cock expertly worked a hungry hole, and his ass could milk a load from any dick.  The anger that Eric and I walked in with quickly moved to lust seeing Jackson in his jockstrap.  Eric and I moved quickly. I buried my face in his and Eric throating his cock.  We were both hungry pigs, and Jackson was on the menu.  It had something to do with the condo made everyone horny.

Eric commented that Jackson’s cock tasted like it was recently in someone’s hole.  Jackson told of the twenty-something that took his poz load.  I assumed it was one of the escorts from the bathhouse looking to hide out from the cops.

I was done with eating Jackson’s ass, told Eric to throat my cock.  Eric lubed my cock, and I easily slipped into Jackson’s hole.  Eric went back to working Jackson’s daddy dick.  The three of us moving around this position for a while.  There wasn’t any furniture to fuck on, and we made it work.  It didn’t take long before I unloaded into Jackson, who fed his load to Eric.  Eric stood up and fed his load to me.

Once we had a chance to catch our breath, Jackson asked if we should check the other properties.  I shot him a look, “that’s a bad idea.”  Jackson got the hint.  I suggested that Eric go back to the office. I am sure the cops had cleared all the drugs.  Jackson and I would finish the surveys of the different sites.

Eric went back to the office.  Jackson and I went down to the gym.  I told Eric what I learned about The Tom.  Jackson said it was a good idea not to let Eric see it.  Eric might burn the place down.  We went to the gym. It was still in good condition and performing as expected.  The new trainers were still there, and each was working with a client.  The manager saw us and immediately gave us a tour and status update.  I asked the manager about the bathhouse and what happened.  The manager knew, but there was nothing he could except protect The Gym.  We understood.  I could tell the manager was horny. His cock in his tight workout gear was giving us a full salute.

I asked if I could help with his “problem.”  The manager said he had converted a few days ago.  His cum would be potent. “All the better, give me that hot load!”  We went back to the play space, and he pumped me full of his recently converted seed.

Jackson made notes of minor repairs for the Gym.  The manager had kept the place in pristine condition.  There wasn’t much we needed to do.

We headed toward The Tom.  I was able to run everyone out, and Eddy had secured the doors.  However, they were left alone to exit the building.  I should have stayed to make sure everyone left peacefully.

Jackson opened the door, and everyone was gone.  They had trashed the place on their way out.  The furniture destroyed, spray paint on the walls and bar.  I was sure the playrooms, guest rooms, and top floor were equally destroyed.  They had defiled Tom’s vision, and we didn’t have Chris to hold Eric together.  I sat down on the destroyed couch; Jackson went around checking the damage.

Jackson and I spent time going from room to room to figure out what could be salvage.  A decent amount of the play furniture was untouched.  The spray paint on all the walls, broken glass, and other general destruction was still a huge problem.

Jackson:

I heard the crash of a lamp and more destruction happening in the lobby.  I rushed down, Dean on my heels.  We found Eric in the lobby.  Eric’s face red with hatred.  He had tossed a table lamp across the room, shattering it on the marble floor.  One of the couches was flipped over, crushing an end table.  Eric saw us at the top of the stairs. He let out a primal scream and walked out the door.

I thought it best to leave him alone.  Eric needed to calm down, and neither one of us had the effect that Chris did.

Eric:

I walked into The Tom. I expected some damage.  My late husband’s legacy was destroyed as a final act of defiance.  The alter that I placed on my pain on before we moved to the ranch was defiled.  I didn’t know how to handle it.  My anger got the best of me.  I threw a lamp and overturned a couch, realizing I wasn’t helping the situation.  I left and started walking down the street.  I didn’t know where I was going; I just needed to be away from this place.

Waling down the street, one of the twenty-somethings approached me.  He thanked me for not getting him or his friends in trouble.  I didn’t look up, “no problem,” and kept walking.  He grabbed me by the arm, “you look like a guy that could use a friend.”  I knew what he meant.  I had cleaned all the cash out of the bathhouse and the office.  I didn’t want that to disappear.

I stopped, “Where is a cheap motel nearby?”  He replied, “around the corner, what did you have in mind.”  I was looking to feel something. I had gone numb again.  I said, “five hundred for you and fifty for each guy that dumps in my hole.  I want them in and out, cum and go.  When we finish, you can have the room for a week.”  He replied instantly, “whatever you want.”  We walked to the motel.  I purchased a room; it wasn’t anything special.  Could use a deep cleaning for a cheap motel you couldn’t expect much better.  I got naked and posted myself on the bed.  I was ass up and face down.

The twenty-something asked if he could fuck me while he called his friends.  I didn’t care, “sure, just keep the dick in my hole.”  He started fucking me. It didn’t feel good or bad.  I wasn’t feeling anything at all.  My mind wandered from where I was.  I was reliving all the memories of happiness and pain over my entire life with this family.  I had started to question if it was all worth it.  I knew guy after guy was blowing their wads in my ass.

I heard a loud knock on the door.  Till now, it had been a silent string of guys.  The sound pulled me back to reality.  I looked at the closed door, “Chris?”  Another twenty-something walked in, “I can be anyone you want.”  I sighed, “I want you to seed me and get out.”  This parade of dick went on for some time. It was now dark outside.  I missed my big lug. I thought I had dealt with my grief over losing him and Tom.  Seeing the state of The Tom, pushed me back into those dark places.

The twenty-something said, “that’s all my friends, you got thirty anonymous loads.  I was going to shower and get some sleep.  You planning on staying?”  He was hinting for me to leave.  I replied, “there is two bed, take your shower.  I will leaven when I am fucking ready.”

I slid down my body down flat on the bed.  I kept my ass in the air, giving time for the cum to sink in.  I knew if I got up now, it would all come flowing out.  I didn’t want to deal with hole drooling cum.

Dean:

We watched Eric leave. He was broken.  I wasn’t sure what to do.  I called Eddy, and he got everyone on the phone with Jackson and me.   We discussed what to do about Eric.  Eddy found his phone at a motel down the street.  I knew the area, and that wasn’t a safe place to be.  I don’t know if Eric was paying attention to where he was; a lot of dangerous things happened at that motel.  The family was not only concerned about Eric’s mental state but also his physical well being.

The family decided to monitor any movements with his phone and give it a few hours.  Jackson and I would go get him.  Give him some space to try to work out what was going through his head.  We all got off the phone.  Jackson found some whisky behind the bar, we sat on the broken couches, and each took a shot.  We didn’t want to get drunk, just take the edge off.

I lit up a cigarette; Jackson lifted an eyebrow.  “Thought you quit some years ago?”  “I did, but right now, it seems like a good idea. I don’t like them, it calms my nerves,” I replied.  “Should you be smoking in here?”  He pointed to a “No Smoking Sign.”  I raised my eyebrow back at Jackson, “of all the problems here, you are worried about me having one smoke?”  “Good point.”  I think its time we get Eric.

It was dark outside.  We didn’t want Eric in that motel after dark.  We got his room number from the clerk at the front desk.  Jackson and I went to the room and knocked loudly on the door.  A twenty-something answered, “finally, you’re here. I was starting to get the.”  He stopped realizing we were not his dealer.  I asked about Eric.  He said, after his shower, he came out, and Eric was gone.  He told us about the afternoon events.  I told the twenty-something that his phone showed him as here.  The kid walked over and pulled it out of a nightstand drawer.  “I put it away, didn’t want anyone to take it.  I might be a lot of things. A thief isn’t one.”

Eric was gone; we had no way to find him.  A cold chill ran down my spine.  I called Jacob, telling him what we found.  Jacob said he would call his friends a the police station and see if they could track him down.

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Part 45

Jacob:

It had been a little over a month since Eric disappeared.  I was in constant contact with my friends at the police station.  No recent bodies turned up.  They had put out an APB for anyone that saw him.  Running the business and financial operations of a complex business structure was a bit out of my league.  I had been managing, just barely.  I knew Damien had a finance background.  He had been doing a good job at the firehouse and never complained.  Damien was nice to everyone.  From what we saw, he was genuine about starting a new life.  I needed help, and he was the only one qualified.

The family decided to keep the ranch open, moving forward with our events.  I called Shane at the Mayor’s office, asked if they had a spare office.  Shane said they did.  Eddy set up a computer and everything else Damien would need to take over the financial management.  I picked up Damien from the firehouse and went to Mrs. Betty’s to talk.  I hadn’t met him yet.  I wanted to have dinner, get to know each other as we would be working closely together.

I found Damien very knowledgeable, engaging, and generally a nice person.  Mrs. Betty knew what happened with Eric.  Every time she saw someone in the family, she would ask if we heard anything.  I told Damien how I thought he could help.  He jumped on the chance; he asked about the firehouse.  That was a shocking question.  I assumed he would be happy to be out of there.  He wanted to know if Mrs. Betty’s husband would have to go back to cleaning the place.  I hadn’t given it much thought. I assumed so, Damien said he wasn’t comfortable with it.  He asked if he could have a week to get settled on the businesses' financials, then maybe balance in maintaining the firehouse.  I agreed but didn’t think there were enough hours in a day.

I took Damien to the Mayor’s office, showed him the office Eddy setup.  He immediately understood the financial structures Eric put in place.  He was impressed by how Eric had managed money and resources between all the properties.  Damien asked if there would be objections if he had ideas for improvements or changes.  I explained how the family made decisions together.  The family always welcomes new ideas. We could schedule a family dinner.

Over the next several months, I kept an eye on Damien while running the ranch's events.  No one was getting much sleep; our guests were still happy and a little more self-sufficient than usual.

Dean and Jackson decided to stay at the properties to get them back on track.  Jackson didn’t have much in the way of repairs to the bathhouse, The Tom was a different story.  He was giving a face-lift to the properties.

Dean:

I had started bringing the “feel” back to the bathhouse.  Some of our long-standing guests were coming back.  I knew I didn’t want to stay and manage; finding people I could trust would be difficult.  There was never a problem with applicants, who wouldn’t want to be around naked men all day.  That’s like putting a kid in a candy store with no supervision.  I had an idea. I would make some calls and talk to Jackson about it over dinner.

Malik:

The gym was back to the routine and clients.  We extended the hours to accommodate for the loss of Chris.  Past the first month, the family had stopped talking about Eric.  We wanted to; we didn’t know-how.  There was a hope that he would come back, with that hope fading after every month.  Mrs. Betty promised us she wasn’t holding out any information as she did with Chris.  Eric, Jacob, and David were where this family started, and now that core had been fractured.  No one was mad at Eric, we didn’t like what he did, but we understood.  The hope was always he would appear at Mrs. Betty’s, or at least the phone might ring with his voice on the other end.

After six months, the family had started fucking again.  We still loved each other, in both body, mind, and seed.  There was always that final tug on the heartstrings when we would go to bed.  The bed that Chris and Eric shared now empty.  We didn’t move it out of the pigpen in case Eric came home.

Damien:

I enjoyed my new responsibilities.  Eric had done an incredible job. I didn’t have a mess to fix.  Jacob had done his best; there were a few things that got missed.  While I enjoyed my new responsibilities, I didn’t particularly appreciate how I got them.  I didn’t know much about the family and only met a few of them.  It was easy to see the devastation in the loss of Eric.

I would go to the office in the early morning; by early afternoon, I could head over to the firehouse.  I didn’t mind all the work, and it was betting that sitting in the hotel room watching TV.  The physical work at the firehouse and carefully watching my diet kept me in decent shape.

David:

Jacob and I would take long walks into the forest, careful to stay on the path Mason pointed out.  Eric was the one that started this family with us. His leaving was crushing.  Often Jacob and I would fuck in the woods, just us.  We would reminisce the day that Eric decided to keep our strain and then gave us one return.  The rest of the family was having a hard time with it; Jacob and I didn’t need to show how hard it was for us.

Wes:

I had seen unspeakable things in my career in the Marines and the FBI.  What I had rarely seen was a family that endured so much and stayed together with such fierce intent.  I had no intention of “joining” the family, and no one had asked if I was interested.  What they shared was something special, usually only seen from men that go through war together.  This family had seen both heaven and hell.

Mason, Jason, and I had taken to regular fuckin the station at night.  We could do it in my office without anyone seeing the light or view of the camera.  The family would have no problem with us fucking. I didn’t want to be on video again.

Dean:

Over dinner with Jackson, I told him my idea.  I had a couple of friends both out of the hospitality industry.  They had excellent references, and I knew them both well.  Jason was thrilled he immediately agreed to hire them.  I told him the catch.  They were straight.  Jackson gave me the “yea right, till they get dick.”  I told him they were both family men, happily married.  Jackson was losing his excitement.

I explained that hiring a gay man could be putting a kid in a candy store.  Because the family didn’t live on-site, we needed to find the right people.  I told my friends about the jobs. I was very clear about what the businesses were.  The guys were fine with it; the money was good.  They both lived nearby.  We agreed to bring it up on the weekly family conference call, which now included Wes and Damien.

Jason:

It was coming up on a year since Eric had disappeared.  Eddy nor the police could find him.  The family had resigned itself that we had lost another.  The family wasn’t breaking apart. If anything, it further galvanized us in staying together.  Wes had become a regular pig, playing with both the family and at the station with Mason and myself.

We were having a regular family fuck session one evening, when the proximity alarm went off.  We had one placed half-way up the mountain.  Eddy had tuned it, so spiders and moths didn’t set it off.  Anything big such as a car, mountain lion, bear, or person would set it off.  Most nights, it was some forest animal looking for food.  The TV would automatically bring up the camera feed to show what had set off the sensor.  We usually ignored it.

This night I looked up. There was a tall shadow figure that had moved out of sight of the camera.  However, it was still casting a tall shadow.  I was balls deep in Mason, I pulled his head up by the hair to look at the monitor.  He noticed, “you should cum in me, then go check that out.”  I shot my wad in Mason, quickly dressed in my sheriff uniform, and hopped in my squad care.  I headed down the mountain, driving slow searching with my spot light.  I saw a man walking up the road to the ranch.  He was semi-overweight, long hair pulled back and a bushy beard.  It was obvious he took some time on his appearance but not much.  He hadn’t spent much if any, time in the gym.

I pulled over to offer him a ride back down the mountain.  I explained while it was not a private road, it only ended at private property.  I would be happy to give him a ride to the hotel if he wanted it.  The man nodded his head, “yes.”  I got out of my car and put him in the back.  I explained he wasn’t under arrest.  We didn’t have passenger seats.  The computer and other stuff took up all that space.

I got back in the car and slowly started down the mountain.  The man said in a whispered tone, his voice harsh from dehydration.  “I wanted to go home. I guess they don’t want me.”  I didn’t who or where his home was for this man.  I felt back when he said, “I guess they don’t want me.”  There was so much pain and loss in that statement, I almost started to cry.  I knew we had water and protein bars at the station.  I could give him those to hold him over till Mrs. Betty’s opened.  I asked the man if he minded me stopping by the station. I had some food and water I could give him.  He wasn’t under arrest. I only wanted to help.  The man said, “Betty?”  That was a little strange; maybe he had been here before.  I asked, “do you know Mrs. Betty?”  He shook his head “yes.”  Maybe she could help in the morning.

The man said, “thank you, Jason.”  He probably saw my name-plate on my uniform.  I slammed on the car breaks, bringing the cruiser to a halt in a cloud of dust.  I turned my car around and slammed on the gas.  The tires were losing traction on the dusty mountain road.  As I got closer to the ranch, I turned on my lights and sirens and laying on the horn.

Mason and Wes came rushing out the front door, both in just jeans and their guns.  They knew I had an emergency and couldn’t take it down to the station.

[leatherpunk16]

Do you intend to continue the Roshoman-style storytelling? All the perspectives add some depth to the story, but it's a drastic change from the standard style of the series. 

Not a complaint, just an observation.

[Guest]

5 minutes ago, leatherpunk16 said:

Do you intend to continue the Roshoman-style storytelling? All the perspectives add some depth to the story, but it's a drastic change from the standard style of the series. 

Not a complaint, just an observation.

@leatherpunk16 I do.  I find it easier to write in.  With so many characters, it gives me more flexibility.  I can add color and perspective for each one.  I have also found I enjoy writing this way.

[Guest]

Part 46

Eric:

Laying on the bed in that motel room, loads of cum from a bunch of rent boys in my hole.  I realized I didn’t want to be here, not in the suicidal sense.  I didn’t want to be in this motel room.  I got dressed, left the motel, and continued my walk.  I came across a branch of the bank that had all the family and personal accounts.  I also had a personal account.  Everyone in the family was on payroll, ensuring they always had their own money to spend.  I had built a nice amount of reserve cash.  I went, probably still smelling of sex and a cheap motel.  The woman asked for my information.  I am sure she pulled up the family, business, and my personal information.  I was quickly taken to the “private banker.”  This was nothing other than a private room for the bank to sell you more “services.”

The woman was nice, asking me what I needed.  I wanted a credit card in my name attached to my account.  All the cards I had were family credit cards.  I didn’t know if I was going back. It wasn’t my money to use.  The woman started typing away and processing my requests.  I slid her the family cards, asking her to shred them.  I also secured a small car loan, just enough to get some garbage car.

She finished with everything, asked me where I wanted my cards and information were to be mailed.  I asked if she could send it to the branch, and I would come back.  She said that wasn’t a problem.

I pulled some cash from my account and headed to a small diner a block away.  I sat there eating a dry sandwich and lousy coffee.  I didn’t know what I was going to do. I knew my cash wouldn’t last forever.  What I had done to the family in just walking away was unconscionable. I could hear Chris screaming in my head.

I found a better hotel, gave them my temporary credit card, and booked myself a room.  I took a shower.  I sat on the bed in just a towel.  My mind in a loop of all the bad things that had happened, how it all was my fault.  Maybe the family was better without me.  I heard Damien had a financial background. They would be fine.  I needed to figure out how to make a living.  I found a nearby used car lot, got myself a cab, and went to buy a car.  I picked the first car in my loan amount.  It wasn’t anything nice, it ran well and had airconditioning.  I saw a mall, went in and got some clean clothes for work and leisure, careful to watch my budget.  I went back to the hotel and fell asleep.  I awoke in the late morning with the front desk calling to see if I was checking out today.  I said yes and charge my card.  I put my old clothes on, went down and go into my car.

I drove onto the interstate and would go till I found a place I wanted to stop.  Several states later, I came to a medium-size town.  I checked on local jobs, and there were several of which I was overqualified.  I went into an internet café, logged onto my cloud drive, and simplified my resume.  I applied to three jobs.  I found a local hotel for the night.

The following day, I got calls from all three jobs for interviews.  I scheduled them for in the morning.  I could go from one to the next.  They all offered me a position.  I decided on the one that sounded like the least amount of effort.  They paid enough for a shit apartment, my car, and food.  This meaningless existence was my new reality.  The angry voices of Chris and Tom reverberating in my head.  I got a bottle of whisky to drown them out.

I spent the next several months in a cubicle doing basic business analyst work.  I didn’t have to think much.  I found a small apartment nearby.  It was close enough to walk, but I didn’t feel like it.  Before I realized I was on a steady diet of junk food and whisky.  I could catch myself in the mirror coming out of the shower.  I used to be proud of how I looked.  Now, I looked chubby, tired and my hair was growing out of control.  My hair was long enough to pull back, my beard I trimmed.  I knew I had to maintain some hygiene at work.  I didn’t go to meetings, and my work was all on email and phone calls.  The months passed by, the person that Tom married and Chris loved fading away.  Their voices in my head only grew louder.

I went back to my apartment, ordered pizza, and picked up a bottle of something strong and cheap on my way home.  I waited for my pizza.  A knock on the door; I opened the door; it was the pizza boy.  He was here so often we knew each other by the first name.  This time before he handed me my order, he asked a question, “Eric, I see more than most people realize in this job.  I am more than happy to give you your order, but look in the mirror before I do.”  I walked over to the mirror.  I saw a man in a food-stained robe, ill-fitting underwear, and a growing gut.  The person in the mirror had given up.  That’s when Chris and my husband won the fight.  I turned to the kid, paid for my meal, and told him to keep the food.  I threw the bottle of whatever terrible liquor I bought.

I got in the shower, put on my last pair of clean clothes, and left the dingy apartment.  I got into my beater of a car, and drove onto the interstate toward the ranch.  I can’t say I was excited.  I didn’t know if they would want me back.  I had brought so much pain into their lives.  If they didn’t want me back, I could at least apologize and find another job somewhere.

My car made it to the base of the mountain and finally died.  I had resolved to say how sorry I was. Then I could move on.  I got out of the car and started up the mountain road.  I knew it would be a strenuous walk. I could only hope for a lift.  There was a light rain, making everything slippery and damp.  I lost my footing and tumbled down into a shallow ravine.  Covered in mud and dirt, I knew I wouldn’t get a ride.  I found a large thick branch. It made a good walking stick.  Determined to get up the mountain, I continued to walk.  It was starting to get dark, and I was exposed.  Mason had given me a little survival training for just this instance.  I found shelter, made a fire, and passed out.

I was startled awake; something was moving near me.  The moment I moved, a dear bounded into the forest.  I stood up, the dirt and mud dried to my skin and clothes.  I continued to walk the ravine, hoping to find some water I could wash off in, hopefully, clean enough to drink.  I pushed myself forward.  There was a stream running down the mountain, cutting through the rock.  The water was cold and clear.  I was able to clean the worst of the mud and dirt and drink my fill.  Feeling better with some water, I continued up the mountain.  I was able to follow the stream, making my journey a little easier.

The ground finally leveled off. I knew I was coming to the road that led to the ranch.  It was already past dark. I needed this journey to be over.  It got onto the road to the ranch.  I stopped thinking and just put one foot in front of the other.  I was thirsty and weak but determined.  I only focused on one foot in front of the other.

I don’t know how far I was up the hill when I saw headlights coming toward me.  I hoped they might give me a ride.  I instantly recognized it was Jason.  Jason didn’t recognize me.  He was kind, helping me into the back of his cruiser.  I tried to speak.  I was out of breath and too dehydrated to talk.  Mason was asking questions.  I was trying to say something that would make sense but couldn’t.  I wasn’t going to be conscious much longer.  The last thing I remember was the car coming to a hard stop.  Then the world went dark.

Mason:

The family heard sirens and saw the lights of Jason’s cruiser.  He was obviously in trouble with him sitting on the horn.  Wes and I threw on pants and grabbed our service weapons.  We came out the door as Jason’s cruiser came to a hard stop.  Jason got out in a clear panic, tears streaming down his face.  He saw Wes and I, “FUCKING HELP ME!”  We charged toward the car, guns drawn.  “PUT THOSE DOWN AND HELP ME GET HIM IN THE HOUSE!”  It was dark, and we weren’t close enough to see who Jason was pulling out of his car.  The moment we saw it was Eric we secured our guns and raced over to help Jason.  The rest of the family was standing at the front door.

Wes, Jason, and I had taught the family that if we had our guns out to stay behind us till we say otherwise.  I turned, “It’s Eric. We need to get him inside.”  They all came, and we quickly carried him up to his bed.  He smelled of mud and sweat.  I could tell he had been in the woods for at least a day or two.  He lived, but it had been a rough journey.

Eddy had called Dr. Nick’s office.  I heard Dr. Nick and his nurse come in the front door.  They knew to head upstairs.  Dr. Nick did a quick check of Eric’s vitals.  Eric was stable, severely dehydrated.  Dr. Nick had us take Eric into the shower.  We carefully cleaned him up.  Dr. Nick’s nurse came with us, dropping his scrubs at the door.  As we washed Eric, the nurse was checking him for wounds and anything broken.  He had some good cuts and scrapes, nothing serious.  Dr. Nick hug a line of fluids and an injection of antibiotics.

I called Mrs. Betty.  I knew I woke her up.  I told her we had found Eric on the road.  She said she would be up in twenty minutes.  I said he was sleeping, and the doctor had him on some fluids.  I figured breakfast might be better.  She started to cry with happiness.  Through the tears, “that boy is going to wake up tomorrow to the smell of my fresh biscuits and gravy, fresh coffee, and a smothering of Mrs. Betty’s love.  Once that boy is all better.  I am going to kill him for what he did.”  We both laughed and cried.

Jake:

I had done some stupid things growing up, some of which Jacob did know.  Jacob went off to college, I stayed home and worked construction with dad.  I hated myself for being gay and taking it out on everyone else.  My father was my whipping post for many years.  Any opportunity to verbally abuse my father I would take.  I had run away at one point.  I was too old for him to call the cops.  Now I knew how he must have felt those many years ago.  I walked over to dad, “I am so sorry, and I love you.”  Nestled in his arms, I held my father tight.

Eric:

I woke up in a soft bed. I was naked and clean.  Dr. Nick was taking an IV line out of my arm.  I saw a bag of fluids that I must have finished overnight.  I wasn’t feeling great, but much better than the past couple of days.  The smell of breakfast and coffee made me move out of bed.  A handheld my arm tight, “wait till the doctor is done, and the put some clothes on.  There is a lady in the house.”  It was Malik. I know that voice anywhere.  He told me to stay in bed. He would get some of Shane’s old clothes.

I took it slow going downstairs. The moment I was at the bottom of the steps, Mrs. Betty hit me like a truck.  She was squeezing the life out of me.  Malik stood behind me to keep me from falling over.  I started to talk, to say what I came to say.  Mrs. Betty cut me off, “I don’t want to hear a word till you have eaten and rested.  We will all talk over pie at my place tonight.”  The entire family at the same time “Yes, Mrs. Betty.”  We all sat down to eat breakfast.  I got tired very quickly.  After breakfast, I went back to my bed and fell sound asleep.

[Skanman]

4 hours ago, Navi38 said:

The moment we saw it was Chris we secured our guns and raced over to help Jason. 

I turned, “It’s Chris. We need to get him inside.”

I think the above sections should read as Eric instead of Chris ??

Thanks for yet another great episode. 
So great to have Eric returned and make the family whole again. 

[Guest]

On 4/1/2021 at 3:49 AM, Skanman said:

I think the above sections should read as Eric instead of Chris ??

Thanks for yet another great episode. 
So great to have Eric returned and make the family whole again. 

You would be correct.

[Fixed]

Edited April 3, 2021 by drscorpio

[pozpopperpig]

OMFG!  So fucking good!  As much as I love the poz pig sex, the humanity of breaking mentally from losing loves and the guilt from perceived or actual transgressions are so deep and raw.  You are a Master in storytelling @Navi38!  Thank you for continuing this wonderful tale.....will follow you for as long as you wish to tell it.   

[myDNA4u]

2 hours ago, pozpopperpig said:

OMFG!  So fucking good!  As much as I love the poz pig sex, the humanity of breaking mentally from losing loves and the guilt from perceived or actual transgressions are so deep and raw.  You are a Master in storytelling @Navi38!  Thank you for continuing this wonderful tale.....will follow you for as long as you wish to tell it.   

I heartily agree.

[drew4fun]

Beautifully crafted!

[Guest]

Part 47

Wes:

I had taken the day to work at home and check on Eric.  Everyone had things to do in town or around the ranch.  I had finished a report for the bureau.  My hole started the familiar tingle; it was hungry.  I hadn’t come down with the fuck flu, which was strange considering the strength of the family strain.  In the service and being deployed all over the world, I was vaccinated against most things.  These might be giving the strain a bit of a fight.

I heard Eric moving around. I headed upstairs.  He was getting out of the shower and going back to bed.  I noticed he was completely dry.  Eric saw me, “It’s easier to piss in the shower with a boner.”  “Let me help you get into bed.” I moved toward Eric’s bed and pulled the covers back.  He gave me a questioning look, “I am not an invalid, just a little tired.”  He started getting into bed. I dropped my shorts.  “I know, you need help, and I need help.  You have a hard cock, making it hard to piss.  I haven’t had my fuck flu yet.  I think getting cum from the source may help the process.  You just lay there. I will do all the work.”  I sat down on Eric’s hard cock.  He let out a moan.  I could understand why he couldn’t piss. His cock felt like a piece of marble.  I impaled myself on the source of the family strain.  I fucked myself hard, slamming down on his cock, driving it deep into my guts.  Eric was enjoying the ride.

Eric:

I hadn’t had Wes alone, and I hadn’t fucked since the night at the motel.  I had forgotten how much a needy potentially still neg hole felt around my toxic cock.  Wes was bouncing hard on me, almost painful.  I enjoyed diving deeper into him.  I could see my gut giggling around.  It didn’t take long for me to deposit my sting deep into Wes.

He climbed off my cock, picked a butt plug off the floor, and sealed his hole shut.  He asked if I needed anything else.  I was more than satisfied.  He reminded me about dinner at Mrs. Betty’s.  “You should take a shower before we go. You smell like sex,” Eric said while walking out the door.

Ashton:

David and I were talking between clients about tonight’s dinner with Mrs. Betty.  We didn’t know what we were going to say.  I had already had the experience of someone running out at dinner.  Malik shot me a dirty look.  The three of us talked about how Eric had let himself go.  Eric was very conscious about his appearance.  It wasn’t arrogance with Eric. It was something that made him happy.

Jason told us what he was trying to say in the squad car.  I don’t know how he could ever arrive at the idea that we wouldn’t take him back.  We never let him go.

David:

Sometimes words are not enough, and often we lie that we are “just fine” when we are not.  Sometimes we stand together, arms locked, we hold fast while holding each other.  Eric was now what Chris called Jason, “a broken angle.”  Jacob and I, with Eric, had started this family.  We didn’t set out to create a “family,” but one was forged.  I didn’t know how tonight would go, but no one was “just fine.”  There is nothing wrong with “not being just fine.”  Eric was far from fine; like everyone else before, we would love him back to health.  Which always included fucking them into the mattress.

Malik:

Shane and I had finally found our footing.  We were planning on getting married in spring.  Fall had already settled itself onto the mountain.  Shortly it would be replaced by a thick blanket of snow.  The winter events were comprised of time around large fires; and intimate times in warm blankets.  I was worried that my family would have a fractured holiday.  I couldn’t predict the outcome of tonight’s dinner.

I was determined to keep this family together.  If I had to tie Eric to a bed, I would.  Eric would also enjoy being tied to a bed.  That fucker had a kinky streak.

Jason:

I was pushing a dry mop around the station, keeping the place clean and tidy.  Mason was still hard at work looking for a fire chief.  I liked cleaning, and it gave me time to think.  Cleaning was productive and my mind could wander.

I might be the youngest, but I did the most growing up with these men.  They took me in what I was a broken kid just out of high school.  Now I was a deputy sheriff, cum dump, poz dick pig.  I also had the honor of going to bed every night with an incredible group of men.

Eric took the loss of Chris hard, but Eric moved through it.  Dean and Jackson had told the family what happened at the properties.  The destruction of Tom’s legacy caused Eric to relive the loss of Tom.  I continued my mindless cleaning of the station. My phone chirped with a message from Malik.  “Bring handcuffs; if Eric tries to make a break for it, take him down.  He is a kinky fucker; handcuffs make his cock hard and hole twitch.  If Mrs. Betty’s pie doesn’t work, we will go back to the family standard.  We will breed some sense back into him.”

Eddy:

Jackson asked me to keep an eye on Eric.  I was working in town, but the cameras in the pigpen would notify me of movement.  When I saw the alert that there was movement, I saw Eric get out of bed and head into the bathroom.  I continued watching to make sure he was ok.  That’s when I was treated to real-time family porn.  I watched as Wes helped him to bed then sat on Eric’s cock.

I excused myself to the bathroom.  I wasn’t going to watching this show without a cum shot of my own.  I loved the taste of my poz seed.  I always enjoyed eating cum. Since my conversion to the family strain, it had a sweeter taste.  Probably a product of my imagination, but I enjoyed it.

Eric:

I got out of bed to shower and dress for tonight’s event at Mrs. Betty’s.  I am sure the family threw away the clothes destroyed from my trip up the mountain.  I showered, just cleaning myself outside.  I didn’t bother with my usual internal.  I searched through my closet, nothing fit.  Shirts were too tight or too short, my pants I couldn’t button.

I knew Shane had some larger clothes from his past, I hoped he still kept a few.  I texted him.  Shane replied about a pair of sweats in this closet.  They fit well, a little too well.  I knew I let myself go.  I found a pair of comfortable training shoes suitable for a truck down the mountain.  I didn’t have keys to any cars and didn’t expect or ask anyone to give me a ride.  I knew I was being a “sad sack” but didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with it.

I opened the front door.  Wes came from the dining room where he was working.  He asked where I was going.  I told him I was heading down to Mrs. Betty’s for dinner tonight.  Wes looked at his watch, “that in a little over an hour, did you want to go early?”  “It takes a little over an hour to get down the mountain.  I wanted to make sure I was on time,” I replied.  Wes narrowed his eyes, “You don’t want a ride, oh I get it.  Hang on one second before you leave.”  Wes sprinted upstairs.  “He came back with a leather flogger.  Why don’t you walk shirtless?  That would make it easier for you to lash yourself across the back as you go.  If you like, I can push some glass and rocks into the leather.  That would be painful.  By the time you reach Mrs. Betty’s, you would have beaten yourself to your satisfaction.  I could give you some other options.  I am trained in various information extraction techniques.  We could do those till its time for dinner.  Also, I can think up new techniques.  There are plenty of things around the house for me to get creative with.  Tell me, what’s your pleasure?  There is one last option, you can come to the dining room, and we can have a coffee before we go.”

I got the point Wes was making.  “I get it; let’s have coffee.”  Wes replied, “I was hoping you would go with creative.  I can do this thing that involves copper wire, jello, and a goat.”  I gave him a half-smile.  “Looks like we are making progress.  I might get you up to a full smile.”  Wes said in a chiding tone.

Wes:

I knew the family would have things they needed to say.  I wasn’t part of the family. I would stay out of it.  This alone time with Eric allowed me to speak my peace.

This was not going to be a conversation; he needed to understand some things.  “I don’t, and something things in my background I can’t talk about.  The one thing I can tell you is this.  The bonds with the people that I served with are for life.  I can tell you the name of each man I served with, where he lives, how many kids he may have, and his wife, boyfriend, or husband's name.  I don’t have a list that I memorize; it’s information that I know.  With us all spread across the country, we don’t get to see each other much.  We do email, have online chats, and long phone calls.  There isn’t a direct comparison between your family and guys you survive within dark corners of the world.  There is one, that’s family.  Those men and women I served with are my family.  The men in this house are yours.  Family isn’t always about being born into the same group of people.  This family you have here, what you all share.  Most people would never dream possible, let alone experience.

I am not going to diminish what you have gone through; it’s hell.  My point is that I understand.  I have lost people in ways that would keep everyone awake at night.  I get the pain, anger, hate, and self-loathing.  You don’t think that every night, I don’t relive some of those moments.

The times where I might have been able to save just one if I had done something different.  The difference between you and me, you stepped into the abyss and are still there.  I pulled myself out of it a long time ago.  I know that abyss well.  I am going to tell you what will happen tonight.  That family of yours is going to drop a ladder for you to climb out of that abyss.  I suggest you take it if you decide to live in it.  There is only one way out, and I have seen many of my brothers and sisters choose that open.  Finish your coffee, and we will head down to Mrs. Betty’s.”

Eric:

I was about to speak after Wes finished.  He immediately cut me off.  “This isn’t a conversation.  I was giving you what I know to be true.  Plant one more load of your strain in my hole before we leave.”  We moved over to the couch, and he bent over.  His hole was inviting me to flood it with the original family sting.

Mrs. Betty:

I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight.  I made all the boy's favorite food, ice cream, and plenty of apple pie.  I had a discrete conversation with Wes; if things got out of control, we would be the law in MY house.  These boys, in a lot of ways, were like any other band of brothers.  They loved as hard, played hard, and fought hard.  I didn’t want this to be a “gang up on Eric” event.  My hope was they would leave and go do their “thing” on the mountain.  I wasn’t a naive woman as to what those boys like to do, I didn’t need graphic details.

However, based on the impromptu stip show that happened, several of the town's women had asked about their coming birthdays.

As a large group, all the boys came through my front door.  The only ones missing were Wes and Eric.  I knew they were coming from the ranch and would be here shortly.  Wes sent me a text as the two were heading out the door.

The boys were laughing and talking, still taking what they needed to say to Eric, seriously.  I liked there was not a “we are having an intervention” feeling in the air.  I could tell they were glad to have Eric back home.

Shane:

The family was seated, all of us waiting for Wes and Eric.  We didn’t do any pre-planning of what to say.  We were going to make sure everyone had their chance to speak.  Wes told us he would hang back. He wasn’t “part of the family.”  He did make it clear if we needed him, he would be there.

I was the first to hear the chime of the door as Wes and Eric came in.  Eric was wearing my sweats. I hoped I would never see them again.  Those were the clothes I used to “hide” myself.  I not sure why I had kept them or forgot to throw them away.  Eric had something to wear, and he looked comfortable.

The hair and the beard needed some work.  We all love a man with some facial hair, but Eric looked disheveled.  Tonight wasn’t the time to address Eric’s hair.

Wes brought Eric to the table and went back to help Mrs. Betty bring out the food.  The table was laden with everything you could expect from Mrs. Betty.  We all sat and enjoyed the food, it was better to talk on a full stomach.  You don’t want to see Malik hangry.

Once we had eaten, Wes picked up all the plates and food.  I knew leftovers would be coming home.  I was careful with my diet and enjoyed the way I looked.  No one in the house could refuse Mrs. Betty’s leftovers.

Mrs. Betty came out and served her apple pie.  She set the last piece down, “it’s pie and talking time. If you need me, I will be in the kitchen.”

David:

I decided to go first with, Jacob and myself had the longest history with Eric.  “Do you remember the first night we met?  That day turning into years, those years represented by each person hear.  None of us are here to give you a lecture or tell you how much you hurt us when you left.  We all hurt, but not for ourselves but for you.  I don’t know what drove you to leave that night or why you think we won’t have you back.  I think I can say this for everyone. We want you back.  If you want to tell us what happened that night and while you were gone, we are always here to listen.  I understand if you don’t want to or aren’t ready to talk.  We are glad you are home; for me, that’s the only thing that matters.”

Jacob:

I went after David, and the group was giving us the floor.  The three of us were the first of the family and the longest history.  “David and I were there when you fell in love with Tom.  We were there when you had your wedding of pig sex and slings.  I don’t know what I would if I lost David.  I probably wouldn’t handle it well either.  You lost Tom twice and felt the life drain from Chirs.  I would be the one sitting at the table in sweats.  The only thing that matters is that you are home.  There is one last thing that I think is very important.  I am sure the entire table would agree.  Can we please get your hair cut and your beard under control.  My god man, have some self-respect!”  I smiled as another hot tear rolled down my face.

Eric:

Each of the family members said their peace.  I was reminded of something I heard once, “Mercy and grace are songs sung by a choir straight into the heart.”  My family, my choir, sang love and mercy back into my heart.

It was now my time to speak.  I didn’t want to go into what happened or what was going through my head.  There are times when you need to face something; there are times when things are better left in the past.  I looked around the table, “this choir sings such a sweet song.”  They didn’t know what I meant.  They understood that I meant.  The tackle hug I got from the group was no match for Mrs. Betty’s chair.

Mrs. Betty placed the bags of food on the counter for us to take home.  I was sure she could hear our conversation from the kitchen.  Judging by the mascara running down her face, I was sure of it.

Mrs. Betty said with a knowing smile, “now you boys go up that mountain and do whatever it is you do.”

I hadn’t prepped for fucking, and I was emotionally drained.  I needed a good night's sleep.  We all thanked Mrs. Betty and headed back up the mountain.  Wes looked at me, “do you want a ride, or would you prefer to walk?”  Malik’s head snapped around, “what is this about walking?”  Mason barked at me, “it’s dark; you're not walking anywhere.”

We all went upstairs, took our showers.  I cleaned myself throughout; it was nice to be back into my routine.  I got into bed. It was still hard not having Chris behind me.

I felt someone get in behind me.  I moved around, giving the stranger the chance to put their arms around my girth.  I cuddled in.  “I am only here in an official capacity.  I am making sure you don’t get any ideas in the middle of the night.”  Wes said.  “This going to be a regular thing?” I asked.  “I am only here for your safety and security,” Wes responded in metered tone.  “Ok, agent hard cock.  Why don’t you park that in my ass, and let’s get some sleep.”  I felt Wes enter me, and I fell into a peaceful sleep.

[Skanman]

So nice to see Eric on the road to recovery.
Family is the best medicine, along with some good fucking. 

This story is well woven with all the twists and unexpected turns. 
As always, looking forward to the next chapter. 

[Guest]

Part 48

Damien:

I had maintained a low profile, focusing on my jobs.  I had it good here, I made enough money to live in this little town.  While I was happy that Eric was back, I didn’t know what that would mean for my job.  I hoped they would send me back to the firehouse and not give me “walking papers.”

It was the early afternoon after the event at Mrs. Betty’s when I received Jacob’s text.  He asked if I would come up to the house for lunch.  I was largely left alone to do my job.  I would send checks to a secured printer at the ranch, and I never handled cash.  Trust is something that I had to earn.  My phone chirped again.  Jacob set a follow-up text.  He asked if I was uncomfortable coming to the ranch considering the nudity of the guests.  I wanted to keep my job, and I had seen plenty of naked men in the showers at the gym.

I printed out reports, made my notes.  I prepared for this meeting like any other.  Malik picked me up from the city hall, and we headed up the mountain.  I was quiet.  I was nervous.  Malik as, “anything on your mind, you seem on edge.”  I told him I was fine, which was a lie.  “We won’t throw you into the snow; we will wait for it to thaw.”  Malik smiled at me, “I am kidding, lighten up.  You sure you ok with the level of male nudity around the ranch?”  “It doesn’t bother me.”  I was worried about keeping my job, not a bunch of swinging dicks.

We pulled up to the ranch and quickly headed inside.  There was a steady cold wind coming down the mountain.  Once I was inside, I looked out the window; it was a winter wonderland.  I had never been to the ranch.  The place was snow-covered, the portrait of a winter wonderland.  Large bonfires were burning across the property.  The lights from the fire dancing off the campers and rv’s.  There were naked men throughout the house.  The family had transformed the large ranch house into a winter and holiday set piece.

Malik said they had closed off the dining room for our meeting.  The entire family would be here.  Eric was there, behind his computer.  I assumed he was looking over my work.  Eric looked up, “this is incredible.  You figured better ways to leverage our funds.  Thank you so much for taking over while I was gone.  That’s why the family has asked up here.  But, there is one thing before we get started.  What do you drink?”  I replied, “coffee or tea.”  “From how tense you are, I think you need something a little stronger.”  “Gin and Tonic,” I asked as a half question.  “I will be right back.”  Eric left the room.  I didn’t know how to read the situation if I was getting the sack or keeping my job.

Eric:

The next morning the family was back in full swing.  Before everyone headed to work, I was the designated cum dump.  They would blow their poison into my hole and head off to the shower.  They needed to finish their critical tasks before lunch.  Damien would be at the ranch for lunch; none of us needed to be horny.

Dinner at Mrs. Betty’s the night before had gone like so many, except for the broken chair.  Thing would make her a new one.  On our way out, Betty caught me before I could leave.  “The Mayor is leaving in a couple of weeks, and you are still the newly elected official.”

After each family member had fucked me this morning, they said, “thank you Mr. Mayor.”  Then they went to take their shower.  I had taken the morning to go over what Damien had done, his work was far better than mine.  Damien would be the answer that I needed, he would continue his job.  He worked at City Hall where the Mayor’s office was.  It would all work out.  The thought of placing Damien as Treasury for the town looked like a better idea after I saw what he did for the ranch.

I entered the dining room with Damien’s drink.  I hoped with would calm his nerves.  I hope he didn’t think he was getting fired.  At this point, I would let him quit if he wanted to.  I put down his glass. He took a sip and a deep breath.  He started rapidly walking me through the reports and charts he made.  I stopped him.  “You don’t need to convince me of your work.  There are some things I would like to review with you.  You did a better job than I ever could.  Just relax.”

Mason sent me a message.  He was running late; we could start without him.  The rest of the family started coming in.  They were all in some state of leather, rubber, or spandex clothing.  Looking around the room, “this is a business meeting, not a kink party.”  Jake replied, “We all were coming down from the event upstairs.  We didn’t want to be late.”  I looked at Damien, “I am so sorry.”  Damien was getting an eyeful of men in fetish gear, “it's fine,” Damien said in a staggering voice.

Damien:

I didn’t mind the naked men.  These guys were well stacked and gear that only made them look better.  I wasn’t sexually attracted, but I knew sexy when I saw it.  I was hoping that I wasn’t their next play toys.  I only wanted to keep my job.

Eric spoke up, “excuse my family for their lack of appropriate attire.  I know you see the books and the orders for supplies.  I am sure you have seen the invoices for half the things they are wearing.  The reason we asked you up here is to ask you a question.  Do you want to stay on, working at City Hall full time, both for the city and the family?  Both would pay you.”  I was dumbfounded.  I jumped at the opportunity.

I was about to ask what would happen with the firehouse when Mason entered the dining room.  He was trying to be quiet, opening and closing the door slowly.  It was enough to see one man balls deep in another.  I had never seen two guys fuck before.

Mason:

I had received an email in the late morning from someone interested in the fire chief position.  The only starting stipulation was his son would be moving with him.  I had heard this story before, “the good cop and the delinquent son, moving to a small town to start a new life.”  I was desperate. If the kid was a problem, we did have the FBI in town.  I scheduled a video conference.  I knew it would make me late for lunch; everyone would understand.

The man who appeared on screen was your typical “silver sideburns firemen's calendar man.”  I didn’t object, and neither did the wet spot in my pants.  I did the typical interview questions; his resume was solid, and Wes and ran his background.  I wanted to find out what this “son” thing was all about.  I didn’t want to have someone move up here to solve one problem, only to create another.

I asked the fireman point blank, “why is it a stipulation that we make accommodation for your son?  If you were married I would expect you might move your family up here.  Out town is small, you would be responsible for several on the mountain.  If your…”  He cut me off.

“That’s why I want to move to a small town.  My son is a good kid, a little directionless but has never been in trouble.  My wife and I had a nasty divorce, and she cleaned me out.  I asked for accommodation so my son could stay at the firehouse with me.  He is over 23, but the decade of my bitter marriage took its toll on him.  I also heard there is a ranch that might have some seasonal work for him.”  “You do know that’s a gay men's resort ranch?”  I replied.  “Yea so does my son.  He wants to earn his keep, not live off his old man.  If there are other jobs, he would be open to those as well.”  “When the weather lets up, you have the job, and you two are free to move in.”  I replied.  “If I can’t get through some snow, I have no business in fire and rescue.  I will be there tomorrow.”  He hung up the call.

Fuck he was hot.  I thought about jerking off in the bathroom but realized there was plenty of hungry hole at the ranch.  After lunch I would take Jackson and do a walkthrough of the firehouse.  I also wanted to check the trucks and SUVs.

When I walked in on the family meeting with Damien, it was hard to hold back my excitement.  I did notice Damien see the two guys fucking in the kitchen.  I hope they didn’t get lube in the coffee cups.  Looking at Damien’s face, they offered him the promotion.  Eric confirmed it when he reached his hand across the table and congratulated Damien.

I did have to break up the celebration.  “Damien, I am sorry, but if it's at all possible, would you stay here tonight.  The weather is rough, and the roads are a little treacherous.  The SUVs can manage it, but it's not worth the risk.  I saw a nervous look.  I don’t think Damien wanted to spend the night in a house full of men fucking.  “I understand. I can crash on the couch.” Damien responded.  Malik laughed, “We have a spare room.  You don’t know what’s happening on the couch right now.  We have a spare room, and it’s next to Wes’s room.”  Jacob said, “It’s still a couple of hours till dinner.  You are welcome anywhere in our home.  I am sorry your first trip up had to be with a house of naked men.”  “I don’t mind.  I am more than happy to help with dinner.” Damien said with a smile.  I could think he was trying to “earn points,” he was genuine.  I don’t think all the gay fucking bothered him at all.

Jake:

Right as we all left the dining room, two pigs on the couch were reaching their climax.  The one taking the pounding was begging for the top to knock him up.  I don’t know if Damien would know what that means, not sure he would care.  Wes took Damien to show him the spare room.

Mason took me and dad upstairs.  I knew the look of a man in heat.  Mason asked how dad and I started fucking.  I was going to tell him the story when dad stopped me.  “How about we show him how I bugged you.  Bend over, son. He wants to see your dad’s dick slide into your hole.”  Dad started pushing into me.  My body always craved my father.  I felt complete when dad was inside me.  Dad told Mason how my hole felt, how my body knew what my dad needed.  Mason listened as dad told the story of him pozzing me.

I watched Mason stroking his cock, his mind blind with lust.  Dad was pushing all the right buttons.  “Why don’t you come over here? Let me service that cock.  You will get a better view of a deep father-son connection.  Once dad breeds me, you and I are going to have some fun together.  I can always see if Jacob wants to join.  How do you feel about getting spit roasted by brothers.”  That pushed Mason over the edge.  He was face fucking me hard and deep.  I was gagging and drooling all over his cock, making a puddle on the floor.  Dad dropped his load in me.  I could tell that pushed Mason to the edge.  I shoved Mason back and his cock out of my mouth.  I didn’t want him to cum.

Dad put his leather chaps and jockstrap on and went downstairs to find Jacob.