The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume III

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 9
 

“Vinnie and Tony were not the only ones who had bad dreams, nightmares.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

“There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must not be attacked, towns which must not be besieged, positions which must not be contested,

commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed.” 

Sun Tzu- The Art of War 

Jimmy and Monty, dressed for outdoor work on a cold, November day, prepared to go over to Isaiah’s Uncle Darius’ farm to help finish harvesting his corn. Ravenwood’s was in the cribs for the most part, except that sold off which wouldn’t be used for livestock and poultry feed. Ravenwood’s cattle herd was increased during the war, as well as swine herd, and poultry flocks. Isaiah saw no reason now to decrease the sizes of any of the three at this time. Rationing was still in effect and he surmised, in consultation with his father, uncles, and man of business, the demand for farm products would only increase as troops came home and other countries would be in need of the produce. There would be opportunity here to increase sales and hence increase profits.

The four farms, Ravenwood, the Watt’s home place, Darius, and Benjamin’s, worked together in plowing, planting, and harvesting their crops. The cooperation was helpful to all parties, since the work would be handled by more people, accomplished quicker, and more efficiently.

“Uncle Isaiah,” Jimmy mentioned going out the door, “That eighty acres we finished a couple of days ago, you know the one bordered by timber and spotted with patches of high grass, was full of pheasants, rabbits, and a few quail. Might be, some of the younger boys would enjoy a hunt before bad weather sets in or the season ends.”

“Wouldn’t mind having a few pheasants and rabbits in the freezer,” Paul Ramos interjected, “to sort of give some variety in our meals. Besides, they’d taste pretty damn good come some cold, windy, snowy January day.”

Before Isaiah could respond, Gio reacted, “I’ll take them! Andy can come along. He likes to hunt and will be a help.”

That was fine with Isaiah. He really didn’t desire to hike all over the farm, especially that particular piece of ground since it was a collection of flat stretches and rolling hills, with low ravines. It was damned hard walking for someone like himself. His leg had been bothering him the past couple of days after working in the cattle yard, sorting out a dozen steers he wanted to market. As usual, once done, the cattle were reluctant to go up the ramp into the truck, so it took him, with the help of Gio, to move the critters. Only thing more bothersome to move, he thought, was hogs, sometimes just as reluctant but easier to herd when moved with a piece of plywood between the hogs and the human.

“Who wants to go?” Gio asked to those remaining at the breakfast table.

Vinnie, Carlito, and Andres opted out. They had no desire to go hunting. They had to care for their poultry. The building where the birds nested and spent the nights needed some cleaning and the nest boxes needed fresh straw. With winter just now setting in, it’d be important to make certain the places were cleaned and dry in order to prevent disease or mortality amongst the flocks. The birds and eggs, were great sources of food the family, were sold to community members and various markets, providing a nice profit, shared with the others at Ravenwood.

Cleaning up in the poultry houses and pens was dirty work, but strangely, the boys didn’t really mind it.

Cordell, Eddie, Rico, and Tony were definitely in. Their chores were finished, until evening when they would milk the four cows again and feed the livestock so they were eager to go. Andy definitely wanted to go since he’d not had the opportunity to do much hunting since their arrival at Ravenwood.

Gio made certain the boys were all dressed warmly, specifically Rico and Tony since Cordell and Eddie were well accustomed to the weather and how to dress. Gio laughed when he heard Eddie ask Rico if he’d dressed warm enough and then checked by putting his hand down the front of Rico’s pants to cup his cock and balls.

“Feels warm enough to me,” he smirked, rolling Rico’s developing balls about in his hand.

Gio armed Rico and Tony with single-shot .410 ga shotguns, while Eddie and Cordell picked their favorite guns, a .20ga single shot and a .20ga double, and shells.  Andy chose a double barrel (side by side) .12ga shotgun.

It would be the first pheasant hunt for Rico and Tony at Ravenwood. Both were more than a little familiar with firearms, although most of their direct experience was with pistols used against German soldiers. The hunting they’d done while at Ravenwood was mainly concentrated on squirrels and an occasional rabbit. Duck hunting would come about another year, if Gio had anything to say about it, although the farm provided all the tame duck they needed to eat.  It would depend on how the boys would feel about it.

Bundled up warmly against the cold, weapons and ammunition ready to go, Andy and Gio loaded the boys into the back bed of the pickup truck, tossed in a heavy canvas so they could cover themselves and fend off the cold, and headed down the road for the eighty they intended to hunt.

As they drove, Andy behind the wheel since he felt it was his duty to chauffer the “Captain” about, commented, “Suppose we could get Isaiah’s uncle, you know the one with the shop, to construct one of those covers like they had on the army trucks they hauled soldiers in, so we could put in on this truck easily and take it off when we didn’t need it? It sure would protect anything we carried back there and keep the boys warm as well.”

Gio nodded, responding, “A hell of good idea! I don’t think it’d be any problem. If I get a chance, I’ll talk to Zach myself.”

Fifteen minutes later, all of them were out of the truck, guns loaded, and ready to hunt. The field was a combination of rolling ground with tall grass swales, farmable, but not as easily as flat ground, and had plenty of cover along the fence rows, the grassy strips in the shallow ravines, and along the timber line on one side of the field. It was, as one would expect from Jimmy’s description, prime pheasant, rabbit, and quail ground.

Eddie and Cordell, having hunted for pheasants and other game since their arrival, proceeded to explain how important it was to thoroughly search each patch of grass, tall weeds, or other likely cover for birds.

“Don’t be surprised when a fat rooster pheasant explodes from the grass in front of you, cackling, and flapping it’s wings like a banshee!” Cordell explained.

Eddie turned to Gio and told him he’d pair up with Rico and Cordell would pair up with Tony. That way each would have a more “experienced” hunter with him.

Gio just smiled and nodded, enjoying the way Cordell and Eddie were treating Rico and Tony. Just like brothers would, he thought.

The four of them hadn’t walked twenty feet into a rather large swale of tall grasses and weeds, when three rooster pheasants and two hens exploded from the grass in front of them, appearing to leap from where they were hiding, cackling in fear and surprise trying to escape.

All three of the roosters went into the game bag!

In two hours, nine pheasants and five rabbits total were added to the game bag. The rabbits were courtesy of Gio’s sling shot and .22 cal. Pistol. The hunting party was ready to return home and clean the game in order to freeze it for the future, as Paul wanted. It wouldn’t be the first or the last hunting trip for Rico and Tony they both declared.

“It was super fun!” Rico declared.

Tony whispered to Cordell, “It was fuckin’ fantastic!”

Vinnie, Carlito, and Andres finished up in the poultry houses and headed up the stairs to shower and put on clean clothes. Isaiah overheard Vinnie agree with Carlito cleaning the chicken house was rather unpleasant. In fact, his direct response, probably learned from either Carlito or Andres or the older boys, was “it was fuckin’ nasty!” Isaiah agreed!

Soon after the three of them ascended the stairs, he saw Tommy, massaging his crotch as he moved, bolt up the stairs. If he didn’t remind Isaiah of a randy male hound dog in pursuit of a bitch in heat, nothing did, except maybe St. James or Uncle Freddy Russo.

Indeed, Tommy was in pursuit, not of a bitch in heat, but three young boys who had the most desirable asses he’d ever sunk his prick into. A quick grab of his crotch and a wink by Carlito was all the invitation and encouragement Tommy needed to head up to the party. He had a good hour or so before he had to help Paul finish off the preparations for the luncheon meal, so there was plenty of time for what he intended to do – to all three!

The three poultry house cleaning experts were naked and in the large shower when he popped into the bathroom. The sight of Carlito’s and Andre’s developing teen cocks with tufts of black pubic hair just forming, and descending balls and Vinnie’s prepubescent small cock and balls, put Tommy into a quick and eager cock-stand! All three boy erections were pointing upward when they turned to face him! Tommy couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough!

Entering the shower, naked and fully erect (all five inches of him), Tommy licked his lips and smiled, volunteering, “I’m here to wash and dry my beautiful, sexy boys!”

Using first wash cloths and then his soap-slicked hands, Tommy gently, methodically, and erotically washed and fondled every part of each boys’ body, especially the delightful front parts and the delectable rear part. By the time he was rinsing them off, all three were at a state of full readiness.

He knelt in from to Vinnie, smiled up at him, and leaned forward slurping the small cock and balls into his mouth and began to softly suckle and bob on the small pleasure pole, until Vinnie began to shiver and shake, finally shuddering in a dry orgasm his balls and cock trying to expel what was not there yet but would be someday.

“You, my little sweetheart,” Tommy crooned, “and I are going to enjoy this next part immensely!”

He put a towel on the floor, lay Vinnie on it, belly down, and took the position between his legs in the same manner Jimmy did! Well, so did St. James, Freddie Russo, and Isaiah for that matter. When he wasn’t being fucked, he like to return the pleasures to others.

Staving off any objections from Carlito and Andres, he grinned, waggled a finger at them, telling them, “I have time this morning to do all three of you, so don’t get anxious, sweet ones!”

Tommy lifted Vinnie’s butt up in the air slightly, shuffled closer, and slowly eased his stiff prick into the warm, tight, heat of Vinnie’s rear portal. Tommy leaned forward, slowly forcing Vinnie to lay belly down of the towel with his butt cheeks tight up against Tommy’s crotch, so Tommy’s belly rested in the small of his back.

Once situated the way he liked it and a position which would bring pleasure to both of them, Tommy lay his head up against Vinnie’s, slipped his arms under Vinnie’s arm pits so he could gain purchase, and began a very pleasurable and loving fuck!

******* 

Shortly after lunch, Agosto Russo called and asked Gio to come over. He’d received a letter from someone in Italy and wanted to share it with Gio.

Gio was gone most the afternoon, arriving home early evening just before dinner. Chores were always done by then, so the boys and men were showered cleaned up and ready for dinner and the evening. Gio was unusually quiet during dinner, adding little to the tales concerning the morning hunting expedition from Eddie, Cordell, Rico, and Tony. Isaiah did notice of exchange of glances from Tony to Andy, back to Gio, and then back to Andy. Andy said nothing, but acknowledged some sort of understanding and communication by simply giving a quick, short nod!

Everyone, including Gio, was quite tired and ready for bed by nine-thirty that evening; everyone it seemed except Andy who declared he was behind on his bookkeeping and would retire when he finished. Isaiah had no concerns, Andy would work late if he needed to catch up so all accounts were paid and revenues recorded. Isaiah assumed everyone was in bed when Gio and he went to bed and after a bit, fell asleep.

Not quite so!

Gio seemed really worn out and extremely tired and quiet, Isaiah thought. When he questioned Gio concerning his visit with his grandparents, he deferred and dodged answering. Asked if his wounds were bothering him after hunting in the morning, he merely nodded they were.

“They do that sometimes,” he allowed. “It’ll pass before morning of that I’m certain.”

Around midnight, Isaiah was awakened by Gio thrashing about in the bed, shouting, crying aloud for someone to help him. Apparently, Isaiah thought, he was fighting off attackers in his dreams or experiencing a very frightening, terrible nightmare as a result of his service in Italy.

Before he could react to try to wake Gio, a naked Tony bounded into the bedroom, clambered up on the bed, put his arms around Gio, pressing his body next to Gio’s.

“Poppa!” he shouted and cried, “Wake up! You’re safe! We’re all okay. Wake up!”

Gio heard a noise at the doorway, saw Andy standing there and, dashing around him and toward the bed, came a naked Rico. He leaped on the bed, slid up against Gio’s side and added to Tony’s pleas for Gio to wake. Isaiah decided he’d best leave the bed and join Andy since the boys seemed to be familiar with the scene and had handled it before.

“What’s happening, Andy?” Isaiah asked, concerned for the health and welfare of his soul mate.

“Just ‘stand easy,’ Isaiah,” Andy responded, “Tony and Rico will calm him down in a minute.”

“Poppa!” Tony shouted again, “Wake up! Rico’s here, Vinnie is sound asleep and safe, and Uncle Andy is standing watch. You’re okay; we’re okay! Wake up and give us a hug! We love you so much, Poppa!”

Isaiah watched as Gio immediately began to calm, his eyes opened, and he babbled,

 “I dreamed they were killing me and I’d never see my beloved Isaiah or my sweet boys again.”

He sobbed as he hugged Tony and Rico close to his body, asking if Vinnie was safe.

“The bastards were going to rape and kill you and I couldn’t stop it. I hurt so bad inside and out!” he whimpered.

Watching all of this unfold, Isaiah, now standing next to Andy, asked, “How did you guys get here so fast? I didn’t hear you come down the stairs.”

“Tony and Rico were asleep on the couch and I was dozing in a chair.”

Isaiah raised a quizzical eyebrow, wondering and questioning how the three of them anticipated or knew the nightmare would happen.

Andy volunteered, “Tony picked up on it at dinner. He recognized the signs that the Captain was showing. Of the three of the Captain’s boys, Tony is the closest to him, not that he doesn’t love all three equally, but Tony and he are as one sometimes. Tony barely lets him out of his sight, especially after last December.”

Isaiah noticed the reference to December again, but made no comment, deciding it would all be revealed in time. However, Andy’s comments did explain the unspoken communication between Tony and him at the dinner table earlier in the evening.

“Where’s Vinnie?” Gio asked looking around the room.

“He’s upstairs, Poppa,” Rico responded.  “I’ll go get him. Be right back,” and gave Gio a kiss before scampering out of bed and up the stairs to bring Vinnie down.

“He’ll ask for you next, Mr. Isaiah,” Andy cautioned. “Only this time we don’t have to answer that you’re safe back at Ravenwood.”

Rico returned with a very sleepy Vinnie, who, seeing Gio in bed with Tony, realized what was going on and quickly crawled up on the bed, stretched his small frame up on Gio’s stomach and chest, gave his “Poppa” a kiss, and snuggled in. Rico crawled in next to Gio’s right side and put one arm over Vinnie, while shifting his own head up against Gio’s side.

All three of his boys now either in his arms or snuggled up against him, with Tony murmuring how much they loved him, Gio looked around the room, smiled, at Isaiah, gave him a jerk of his head indicating he wanted Isaiah to join him, moved a hand and patted the bed next to Tony.

Isaiah wasn’t a bit hesitant to accept the invitation or reluctant, after climbing in bed, reluctant to accept Tony’s small bare buttocks pressed up against his naked crotch and cock. Andy settled himself in one of the easy chairs in the spacious bedroom, knowing he’d sit there until Gio returned to a less restless sleep.

He overheard Gio ask Isaiah, “I suppose you wonder what brought all of the on, don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t mind hearing about it if you want to tell me!”

“Well, you know I went over to Grandma and Grandpa Russo’s this afternoon. They’d received a letter from a relative in Italy in Porti Sicuro Porti Sicuro. The letter, among other things, informed them of Cousin Leo and his family was avenged in the most effective, but quite bloody manner. I tried to defer their questions concerning what I knew of it, but they wouldn’t be put off.”

Gio spent the rest of the afternoon revealing his role, but not the details, and what he did. It distressed them but had a greater impact on him. He hated to talk about it, but he’d been told, during one of his de-briefing sessions after he left Italy, it’d help him “heal” by talking about it, without reavealing highly classified information. Russo’s also wanted to know how and when he decided to take on the boys as his own and where did he recover from his wounds. The big question they asked, which he, muttering a “slight” untruth, why they weren’t notified when he’d been found instead of waiting until the war was over. Why was he declared missing in action for so long.

******* 

The summer of 1944 was a dangerous one for Gio, his boys, and his mission. The Germans and the Italian Facists put a substantial price on his head, not so much for his capture, but more for evidence of his death. The bounty was to be paid in either German Marks or Italian Lira. When little effort was made, the offer was then made to be paid in gold. That really sparked some interest. Eventually, the Germans would put together a special “kill squad” to locate and kill Gio and all of his followers. They were suspious there was only one “killer” and had a small group of compatriots assisting him. The Germans were absolutely correct in their assessment.

The bounty and search had exactly the opposite affect on the rural populations of occupied Italy. Patriotic Italians who were fighting the German occupation, either with armed force or just plain resistance through any means, were more than eager to assist “the avenging angel” exact retaliation and retribution against the Nazi’s on their behalf. Demarco’s connections throughout the Partisan forces, the local populations, and the extended Russo Family was instrumental in keeping Gio’s true identity and where-abouts quite hidden.

Gio was able to continue his acts of terroism against the Germans and those disloyal to Italy, his looting and stealing of treasures and valuables from the Germans and others who decided to help themselves to assist their cause. The vast majority of his spoils were returned, not all since he did keep precious stones and some jewelry for his own “investment” when he returned home, to the local populations to help them rebuild after the war came to a close, since it was evident to him the war was winding down. The Germans were becoming more violent and indiscriminant in their attacks and actions against the local populace. The Germans were losing and taking their anger out on the most vulnerable and least able to defend themselves.

He could be counted on, by the locals, to visit revenge on the Nazi’s for their acts of murder, rape, and destruction. If the Nazi’s killed locals by hanging, shooting, or any other manner, Gio would destroy twice as many Nazi’s in retaliation. The bodies, with at least one decorated with his special flag, would be found hanging alongside a road, inside a barracks, sitting behind the wheel of a miliary vehicle or any other place which would serve as a warning to others who might commit such a deed.

Those who would rape or kill young boys or girls received special treatment. Generally, the locals would know who did it and were quick to let Gio know where they were. Gio would track them down, take them captive, strip them naked, tie them up, and castrate them before shooting them or cutting their throats. The bodies were displayed in various locations to, again, serve as a warning to others who might decided they’d like to rape a child.

In no way did the support of the locals deter those predators, those he killed, from seeking the reward the Nazi’s offered for his death. As they stalked him, he killed them, maintaining his position as the apex predator in order to survive and protect “his people.”

Gio depended on the loyalty and assistance of the extended Russo family for his and the boys safety, concealment, and well-being. He rewarded the family most amply for the loyalty and trust they displayed toward him. They survived in the same manner they’d survived over the centuries agains the tyranny of despotic “dons” or leaders, with stoic resistance and patience. Over the years they were not hesitant to rid themselves of nastiness inflicted on them by doing just what Gio was doing- killing the oppressors. He became know by them as “don Fiorella,” the name of the man who’d owned the Villa he sought refuge in. The occupant, don Fiorella, was described, to outsiders, as an old man of little wealth, well respected, and harmless who lived there with his grandsons. Even when the Allies began winning and occupying the area, the locals persisted in sticking to their story.  It was where he and the boys called “home” and he recovered!

Gio realized the dangers and knew at some point he’d have to go to ground to avoid capture and death. He became even more secretive, more judicious in his attacks, and more brutal as the Nazi’s amped up their tactics as well. He sent Isaiah a letter in August hoping to give him a clue where he might be if he didn’t hear from him for a while. It was becoming more difficult to communicate with his superiors and get information out. In a highly secret and well-coded communication to Andy, now in Italy not that far from him, Gio informed Andy what he intended on doing and where he could be found if necessary. The code warning they would use if something was wrong was simply, “the gardeners hoe is broken.” This was meant to hasten Andy to the villa.

After the Battle of Rimini, Gio was ordered to cease operation and be rotated out. He refused to obey the order!

To be continued...

Posted: 08/26/2022