“P” Is For the Peeping Pat
by: E Walk
(© 2009-2010 by the Author)
 

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

Chapter 4  

The Tale of Travis

I took Travis to where the guys were.  "Guys, this is Travis.  He was the person who was ogling your bodies."

"Mister, I wasn't ogling their bodies.   I was surprised to see six naked bodies in the middle of the forest."

"Travis, Nathan and Ethan are my sons.  Don and Mike and my nephews and Shawn and Shane are the Sheriff's sons."

The guys shook Travis's hand.  Ethan grinned, "Dad, you're not following the number one rule of the house.  You and Travis are overdressed."

Travis frowned, "What is the number one rule of the house?"

The six guys laughed and Ethan explained, "The rule says that as long as there are no ladies present, you will be naked at all times."

Travis looked at me, "He's kidding, isn't he?"

"I'm afraid not.  Shane, take Travis and get him properly attired.  You other five guys need to think about getting dressed for work.  Shawn, what are you going to wear?"

Ethan answered, "He's going to wear a pair of my black slacks.  He tried them on and they fit fine.  The company has white jackets for us to wear.  We'll stop by his apartment and get him a pair of shoes, since mine are too big for him."

Travis and Shane went to the bedroom where Shane's clothes were, and I went to get properly attired or should I say un-attired.  When I came out of the bedroom, Travis looked surprised, "The guys weren't kidding.  Mr. I don't even know your name?"

I held out my hand, "The name is Steve Sloane.  What's your last name Travis?"

"Why?  Are you going to report that I'm here?  Is that why you made me get naked so I won't run away?   I'm going to get dressed and leave."

Shane  shook his head, "Travis, you're acting childish.  Let Mr. Sloane and my Dad help you if they can.  They can't help you if you don't cooperate."

I grinned, "Shane, are you sure that you're only 13?   Travis, Shane is right; we can't help you if you won't talk to us.  Shane, please go call your Dad and see if he's going to be here for dinner, so we know what and how much to cook?"

The five caterers departed and I thought to myself as they were leaving, 'The caterer certainly is providing the customers with some good looking eye candy.'

Shane returned, "Dad, said that he appreciated the invite.  He won't be here until close to six, though.  There has been a problem.  It seems that there has been a report of a missing child in the area."

Travis started to look a little pale.  I asked, "Shane, did you tell your Dad about Travis being here?"

"Why would I?  I don't think Travis could be considered to be a child. If Dad would have been talking about Travis, I think he would have used the term teenager."

I looked at Travis, "Travis, where is it that you lived with your stepfather, before you ran away?"

"We lived in Lincoln."

"That tells me that Sheriff Kincaid wasn't referring to you, because Lincoln is outside his area of responsibility.  Come on, guys, let's go see what we can find for dinner.  Travis, what would you like?"

"Mr. Sloane, I'll eat anything.  I haven't eaten anything but a breakfast bar, since last night."

Shane reacted, "Well, why didn't you say so?  Come on, I'll fix you a sandwich to hold you until dinnertime.  Mr. Sloane, did you eat lunch?"

"Thanks for asking, Shane.  I stopped at Maylin's and had a late breakfast on my way to town.  I'm fine."

As Travis was eating, he looked up at me, "Mr. Sloane, don't you want to know why I ran away?"

"Travis, I'm dying to hear your story, but I can wait until Shane's Dad gets here, so you will only need to tell it once.  Guys, how does meatloaf and scalloped potatoes sound."

Shane nodded, "Mr. Sloane, I can handle that.  I'll put Travis to work when he's finished his sandwich.  Why don't you go work on the story about our Dad?  Do we get to read the story before you send it the publisher?  Shawn and I might be able to embellish the story for you."

As I was going to the balcony, I was thinking, 'I need to talk to Pat about Shane.  He seems to be extremely intelligent.'

I quickly perused what I had written about the Sleeping Sheriff and was writing, so I didn't hear Travis approach me.  He tapped me on the shoulder, "Mr. Sloane, Sheriff Kincaid is on his way.  Shane wants to know if you would like wine with dinner?"

"Travis, tell Shane that it's up to his Dad if we have wine.  I can take it or leave it.  Thanks for alerting me.  I'll wrap up this chapter and be down to help."

"Sir, there isn't anything that you can do.  Shane is very organized.  Sir, why do you always get nude here at the house.  Don't you ever get a hard on?   My stepfather would probably cream his pants if he saw you and the older guys."

"Travis, I found out very early in my writing career that I'm much more creative when I write when I'm nude.  I'll be down in a few minutes."

I had just arrived in the kitchen, wearing a shirt, when Pat arrived, Shane looked at his Dad as he entered, "Hi Dad, you have just enough time to go to the bathroom and get suitably dressed for dinner.  Mr. Sloane is properly dressed. Come on Travis, we need to get properly attired since we have to wear a shirt for dinner."

While the guys were gone, I looked at Pat.  "I hate to inform you of this, but this will be a working dinner.  Travis has a story to tell and I'm not sure what to expect.  I figured I'd wait to hear what it was, until you arrived."

When the three visitors arrived, Shane made the introductions, "Dad, this is Travis who's last name still remains unknown.  Travis, this is my Dad, Sheriff Patrick Kincaid.  Dad, would you like wine with dinner?"

"No thank you, Shane, I understand that this is going to be a working dinner, so I'm going to need the few brain cells that I have left to stay properly functioning."

Travis started to laugh, "What is it with you people?  You all talk like you're college professors.  My stepfather is one of those creatures and he doesn't even talk like that."

After everyone had helped themselves to the food, I looked at Travis, "Okay, Travis No Name, start talking."

Travis swallowed, "For starters, my name is Travis Hughes.  I'm thirteen years old and will be fourteen next month.  I just finished middle school, and I will be starting high school in the fall.  I guess that's not what you really want to hear."

Pat smiled, "Son, you're doing just fine."

"Sirs, do you really want me to spill my guts in front of Shane?"

Shane objected, "Look, Travis, I can probably be of more help to you than these two old men.  Stop pussyfooting around.  Why, did you run away?"

Travis acquiesced, "My parents both worked at the university until my Dad was killed in a hit and run accident, by a student, two years ago.  Dad never knew what hit him.  My Mother married Professor Farr about a year ago, and he seemed to be a second Dad, until my Mother died six months ago."

"It was shortly after her funeral that things began to change.  One night he crawled into my bed and had his arms around me and started to tell me what a handsome lad I was."

Pat asked, "Travis, did he ever do anything sexual with you or make you do anything sexual."

"Yes and no."

Shane interrupted, "Travis, you're talking gibberish.  What did he or didn't he do?"

"He would put his hand in my briefs and started to play with my prick until I shot my wad.  At the same time, he would be rubbing his big prick up and down against the back of my briefs until he released his load."

Pat asked, "How was he dressed when he was doing this?"

"He always had his briefs on when he was in bed with me."

Shane asked, "Is that why you ran away?"

"No.  Professor Farr started to bring students home and he would make me watch what they did.  Something happened last night that really grossed me out, and that's why I ran away."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Travis, are you saying that he made you watch the sex that he and his visitors had?"

"Yes, he said that he was showing me what he expected from me when I was older."

Shane asked, "Travis, what happened last night that was so gross that you ran away?"

Travis was wrenching his hands, "Professor Farr brought home a big dude last night, and I mean he was big in every way.  Anyway the dude was making Professor Farr do things that Professor usually made the students do.  When the dude was getting ready to penetrate the Professor, he started to lick a part of the body I didn't think people would ever lick.  The Professor was moaning, and I left and decided that I was never going back to that house."

I admired the young man for his determination, "Travis, from what you have told us, I gather that Professor Farr never adopted you."

"No, thank goodness."

Pat frowned, "Travis, where does this man live?  I need to go check and see if there is a record of a Travis Hughes being reported missing."

Travis shrugged his shoulders, "Professor Farr lives at 1412 Applewood Lane in Lincoln."

Pat went to the phone and when he returned he grinned, "I hate to tell you this Travis, but there are no reports of you being missing.  You need to stay here and baby-sit Shane.  Mr. Sloane and I are going to go pay a visit to your stepfather and get your belongings.  Is there anything that we should specifically look for?"

"The only thing of value to me is the picture of my parents and me, just before my Dad was killed."

Steve let's get dressed.  I'll need to make a phone call and get some help since I don't have an authority to act to take any actions in the city of Lincoln.  I'm going to call friend who is on the Lincoln police force and see what he can do to help us."

We met Pat's friend and made our way to Professor Farr's house.  When we went to the door, Professor Farr met us at the door dressed only in a pair of briefs that showed some excitement.  Professor Farr looked confused when he saw two police officers and a Sheriff standing there.  He seemed very amenable until Officer Petraw started to talk, "We understand that this is the home of a juvenile, Travis Hughes.  We would like to speak to him."

Professor Farr opened the door, "Officers, I have no idea where the little shit is.  He disappeared last night.  What did he do this time?"

Pat answered, "The young man didn't disappear, he ran away because he saw some things happening that he found objectionable.  We've come to get his things, since it is apparent that you have no desire to be a father to the young man.  We're going to be reporting you to the Child Protection Agency for what you have exposed the young man to.  I have him within my jurisdiction and I'm not releasing him."

Pat was ruthless, "Now, if you will show us to his room so we can get his things, we'll get out of here and leave you to your playthings."

I guess Professor Farr wanted to get back to his fun and games because he took us to what had been Travis's room.  But in doing so, we had to walk by the open door of the master bedroom where a young man was struggling to get free of the restraints that had him constrained to the bed.  He was totally naked.  Officer Petraw immobilized Professor Farr, saying, "I know that young man and he's the Chief of Police's son."

Officer Petraw turned to the rest of us, Get the young man out of those restraints."

We did as directed, and the hard part was getting the tape off of the young man's mouth.  When he could speak, he was almost crying, "Officers, that man was going to make me do things I didn't want to do.  May I call my Dad?"

I handed the young man my cell phone.

He made a call and obviously his Dad answered, "Dad, Professor Farr was going to use my body and make me do things I didn't want to do.  When I got here, his son, whom I was supposedly going to baby-sit for, wasn't even here.  He gave me something to drink and the next thing I knew I was restrained to his bed.  Fortunately, two of your officers and a Sheriff arrived and I'm okay.  Dad, please come and make sure that this man spends a bunch of years in the slammer."

The two officers had the Professor cuffed, and we were waiting for the arrival of the Chief of Police.  It didn't take long, because he lived in the next block.  When he arrived, he hugged his son, "Teddy, are you okay?"

Teddy nodded yes, "Thanks to these good people who arrived in the nick of time, I'm fine."

The Chief looked at Pat, "Sheriff Kincaid, how is that your involved with something like this in our city?"

Pat grinned, "Chief Conklin, we have young master Travis Hughes in our custody, and he explained to us what his step father, Professor Farr was up to, so we decided to come do your work for you.  Actually we came to retrieve some things for Travis, since he showed up at Mr. Sloane's house today."

"When he told us what was happening here, I called Officer Petraw and asked him to meet us here, because I knew that I had no legal right to do anything here in your fair city."

As Professor Farr was being led to the squad car, a big lug was approaching.  He muttered, "Damn, I was hoping for some more action tonight."

We collected Travis' things with the help of Teddy and his Dad, my car and the Sheriff's cruiser were loaded.  Chief Conklin asked, "What are you planning to do about the young man?"

I sighed, "I've already got six teenagers camped in my house.  What's one more?  I'll contact the CPA first thing in the morning and see what I can arrange."

When we arrived at the cabin, house, mansion or whatever you want to call it, the five caterers had just arrived and were still in their clothes.  Ethan hugged me, "So what did you guys do fun tonight? Where are Shane and Travis?"

We were saved from answering by the arrival of Shane and Travis in Bermuda shorts.  Shane started, "Hi everyone, we have some good news and some bad news."

That caught everyone's attention.  Ethan responded, "Lay the bad news on us first, so we can go to bed thinking about something good."

Both Shane and Travis were laughing and Travis started, "Your boss called and complained that you had done such a lousy job tonight that you five are to report to work at eleven o'clock tomorrow at the Hilton hotel.  You're to wear the best black slacks that you have and a white long sleeved shirt.  They'll have black bow ties and cummerbunds for you to wear.  It's seems that you hoodwinked some important people tonight, so that they specifically requested you get your asses there."

"I tried to explain that your having to be at work so early was going cause you guys to get tan lines, and he answered, 'Everyone should have tan lines.'"

Everyone was laughing until Shane started, "Mr. Sloane, a Mrs. Hood from CPA called to tell you that she had been contacted by the Chief of Police, Mr. Conklin, and that she would be here at nine o'clock to discuss this being the permanent residence of one Travis Hughes.  I know that's way earlier than your normal wake up time, since you seem to do your best writing when everyone else is asleep so you can invade their thoughts."

Pat stopped any more levity, "Guys, take these things to the room where Travis is going to be staying.  I need to take Shane and Shawn home, so they get some proper clothes.  I'll have them back here in the morning, so they can monitor Mr. Sloane's activities."

As the guys were taking the last of the things, I looked at Pat, "Pat, I really would like for you to spend the night here with me so we can see if we're at all compatible.  Shane strikes me as a very brilliant young man."

"Steve, I would like to spend the night with you, but it's too soon.  I don't think our sons are ready for that yet.  Shane is an anomaly.  When he was growing up, he was diagnosed as being autistic.  Something happened one day, and now he is a straight A student.  He's never at a loss for words.  I think that he and Travis might be very much alike.  They are both very articulate."

Pat collected his two sons and departed.

When I thought everyone was in bed, I went to the den and was getting ready to write, when there was a knock on the door.  Nate came in and plopped down. "Dad, we had a good time tonight.  We worked as a well oiled machine.  The host and hostess tipped each of the five of us $25.00."

"Son, it sounds as if they were very pleased, but I don't want you guys to be working all the time.  There will be time for that later in your lives."

"Dad, what's the story with Travis?  Is he going to be living with us?"

"Nate, we'll just have to wait and see what happens tomorrow."

To be continued...

Editor's Notes: I am very pleased with this story.  Of course, I am always pleased with E Walk's stories.  That professor was profane. And he deserved to be sent to jail.  He needs to be put somewhere where he will feel what it is like to be forced to do things that he might not enjoy. I certainly hope so.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 10/15/10