The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume II

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2021-2022 by the author)

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Chapter 12
The War Years

“People can say what they wish about those of us from Decker’s Corner, but Decker’s Corner does as Decker’s Corner is, keeping secrets large and small and protecting its people, young and old.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

Isaiah looked toward Cordell and Eddie. Their faces, their eyes, even the slight shivering of their young bodies, clearly expressed their fear of what they thought would be a terrible fate if they were found. All at the table were quiet, appetites suddenly lost, the reality of the harm which might befall their “brothers,” their family, skyrocketed into their minds, filling them with dread and fear as well!

In an attempt to alleviate the fear and calm the boys, not rid them of it since a little fear was a good thing, but to channel it, Isaiah said softly, “Do you not think, boys, we cannot provide you protection from those who might think to do harm to those we love?”

“Perhaps,” Conley interjected, “we should clear the table and retire to the living room where, instead of Isaiah reading from your story you’ve so diligently listened to and enjoyed, I will tell a couple of stories I think you might find interesting.”

Conley settled in his chair in the living room, waited patiently while the boys seated themselves on the floor or on the couch where Cordell and Eddie took up residence on either side of Isaiah or on the floor where Tommy sat between Jim’s outstretched legs and his arms around him, and Monty sat with his arms around Andres and Carlito, both snugged tight to his side assuring themselves of his warmth and protection. All anxiously awaited Conley to begin.

“Once upon a time,” Conley finally intoned, much in the nature of a fairy tale, but with the assurance to his audience the tale was true, “there was a young lad, a comely, handsome boy, almost too pretty to be thought of as boy, but his maleness hanging between his legs belied any thought otherwise, came to live, through no fault of his own but happily so, with his parents and siblings on the family farm with his grandmother.”

“It was a new life, filled with adventure, fun, and love until one day his absent grandfather, released from jail, returned and attempted rape and other brutalities again. The boy stopped the attack on his family members by bashing in the head of his grandfather with a shovel and feeding the body to the hogs!”

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Jim as all eyes swiveled to Isaiah, while Monty muttered with a gulp, “No shit?”

Conley continued; “A ha, my fair lads, the tale is but half told! This same young hero of exceptional beauty, exceeding calmness in the face of calamity, and in possession of deadly skills, when marauders came to loot and pillage the home where he resided in relative tranquility, watched, along with his equally beautiful and talented boyfriend, the get-away car parked on a darkened country road and driver, absorbed and engaged in pumping his cock with visions of sexual fantasy rocketing through his mind while the others attempted a raid on the house. When the young lad and his boyfriend heard shots coming from the house, they reacted swiftly and with deadliness! At the same time the boyfriend drilled the driver’s brain with a steel ball-bearing propelled by a special slingshot, our hero, having sneaked up, unbeknownst, the side of the car, reached in and with one swift swipe, sliced the driver’s throat as one would a fat hog readying it for butchering.”

  Conly illustrated the action with a swipe of his finger across his own throat, for dramatic effect!

The silence was almost deafening!

Conley raised his eyebrows, panning his inquisitive, yet demanding, gaze from one member of his audience to the next and asked, when the inspection was complete,

“I now ask, after hearing this tale of daring do, are there any here who’d doubt they would be unprotected or unsafe under his,” pointing at Isaiah, “watchful eye?”

Every head, with the exception of Conley, Ramos, and Isaiah, waggled from side to side with vigor and positivity.

“So, I thought,” Conley concluded. “It’s up to bed now, my beautiful young men, to sleep in safety,” pausing to add, “after enjoying each other’s company or various body parts as each would permit and desire.”

The story and the reality of it assured the boys of their safety, but didn’t hinder Eddie and Cordell from sliding their naked bodies into bed with Isaiah and rest their nakedness up against his. Cuddled close to his sides, their hands across his chest and stomach, near one might add, to that large appendage defining him and growing stiffer as their hands moved toward it.

“We’re kind of scared,” shivered Eddie, maneuvering so his body rested over one half of Isaiah’s with one of Isaiah’s legs between his two smaller ones giving Eddie’s cock and balls a place to rest.

“Me too,” echoed Cordell taking a similar position on the other side of Isaiah, positioning his maturing cock and balls so they too rested on one of Isaiah’s legs, and pushed up and down a couple of times, just to make himself comfortable,

“I’m not hurting you, am I, Isaiah,” Eddie asked concerned since he was resting on Isaiah’s bad hip and leg.

“No problem,” Isaiah responded, dropping a hand to cup Eddie’s small butt to secure him in place.

“If truth be known,” he continued, “I’m more than a little concerned myself, but we’ll think of something!”

The boys nodded their understanding and confidence in Isaiah, both of their young hands gripping Isaiah’s rock, hard cock.

Isaiah wasn’t quite certain what they might do, but there were a couple of stop-gap measures he could take until he could visit with his Dad in the morning.

******* 

Isaiah was wakened in the dim light of early dawn by a familiar, rhymical rocking motion of the bed, a small hand delicately tracing, with one finger tip, up the underside of his erection to the head, around the slit on the end, and back down to the base where it’d tickle his balls. Isaiah opened his eyes, looked down his front where Eddie’s face rested next to his stiff cock, and it was Eddie’s hand doing the tantalizing, erotic dance up and down his cock.

Cordell’s head was over Eddie’s shoulder, his face up against Eddie’s, and from the look on Cordell’s face and the action of his brown butt, was the one doing the fucking!

“Lean over and suck it, Eddie,” Cordell instructed and Eddie did, enclosing the fat, plum-shaped head of Isaiah’s cock in his mouth.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Cordell exclaimed and fucked faster!

Isaiah watched as Cordell reached his climax, thrusting forward, pushing his maturing cock as deep as he could into Eddie, and moaned softly, “I’m cumin’, I’m cumin’, several times as he shot his young seed into Eddie.

“Okay,” Cordell panted, “it’s your turn to get fucked by him,” slid off of Eddie, and helped Eddie straddle Isaiah, and when in position, lined up Isaiah’s cock with Eddie’s twitching butt-hole.

Eddie grinned at Isaiah, leaned back, and settled about half of Isaiah’s cock in his butt with little effort, and began rocking back and forth riding the big stiffy toward his own climax.

Isaiah felt the weight grow heavier on his body, looked up, and Cordell’s face showed up over Eddie’s shoulder again. He also felt a smaller, but quite hard young cock slip into Eddie’s hole and ride up the underside of his own. Cordell was giving Eddie a double-fuck and both seemed to enjoy it!

“Oh, my god!” Cordell exclaimed, “I’m cummin’ again!
          “Me too,” squealed Eddie, spurting his young, thin load onto Isaiah’s chest.

“Well,” Isaiah groaned, “so am I!” and flooded Eddie’s love chute with several, strong, voluminous spurts of semen.

******* 

Breakfast, after all chores were completed, was not only nourishing to the body, but Isaiah’s calm demeanor while confidently outlining his plan to protect his charges and Ravenwood and involving them in the process, was met with enthusiasm and settling to the anxiety all of the boys felt the night before when they discovered they were going to be targets for a deadly assault.

“I’ll be going to Grandpa Watt’s this morning,” he explained, “to discuss how the residents of Decker’s Corner can help protect us here at Ravenwood and rid us of the thugs posing our present danger. I know for a fact, my young men are greatly loved, appreciated, and treasured for what you have done and continue to do for the people in Decker’s Corner.”

Isaiah heard talk around the community how the boys would make certain this person or that family were “gifted” with an “extra” pound or two of butter, a quart of cream, a gallon of milk, a dozen eggs, or a chicken or two (dead or alive depending on the need and purpose). Limited ration stamps or scarcity of items on the market because of limited supply caused need and the boys tried to fulfill those needs. They expected nothing in return, but instead gained the love and respect of the community! Widows and widowers and those with large families were taken care of and the boys were hugged and thanked in return, spoiling the boys but doing a hell of a lot for their ego and self-esteem. A couple of older bachelors loved them as well, hugging and gently fondling their boy parts, to which the boys had no objections. Had Jimmy gone along, he might have objected, but would’ve accepted their thanks, boning him up to the point Tommy and Monty would have a stiff cock up their butt before morning. Even if he didn’t go along, they still would feel the “prickly prick of the prince.”

“In the meantime, until we get everything in place,” Isaiah advised, “Monty, you will stick close to Eddie and Cordell when they make deliveries. I’ll give you a .38 caliber revolver to strap to your waist until the situation is resolved. Jim, you’ll keep your eyes on Andres and Carlito, as well as Tommy, when they’re at home. With your eyesight, I have a double short-barreled .12ga shotgun you can use. If Andres and Carlito make deliveries, Monty will go with them and you will keep your eyes on Eddie and Cordell.”

After pausing to let the boys understand and digest his temporary plan, he said, “I don’t think it’ll be long before the bastards show up here! It depends on if they drive or take the train. My bet is, they’ll drive, since they can carry more weapons with them and have a quick get-away available. I’m going to have Grandma Watts make some special sheaths, much like the one I wear under my shirt, for your knives so you can conceal them. The only time anyone would see them is if you have your pants down fiddling with your cock.”

The boys laughed and laughed even harder when Eddie said, quite solemnly, “Yeah, if you’re gonna fuck, take off the knife or you’ll give the other guy two jabs in the ass at the same time.”

“Also,” Isaiah warned, “none of you are good enough at throwing the knife yet, so you have to do your work close up and personal.”

“I like that kind of work,” mused Cordell.

“With the knife,” admonished Carlito, “not your stiff prick.”

Isaiah wondered if there were any questions and the only question came from Eddie afterwards. He wanted to learn how to use Uncle Gio’s special slingshot and Isaiah promised to teach him.

******* 

Isaiah met with his father and his brothers, mother, and Grandmother Watts, outlined his plan, and received their agreement and cooperation. His mother and grandmother would enlist the help of Sabrina Russo and Grandmother Lovell to spread the word throughout the community and alert others to the danger the boys were in. Mad Dog and whoever was with him would be under observation from day one until they were no longer a threat.

Isaiah spent the rest of the morning calling on customers the boys made deliveries to, stopping at a couple of places where single gentlemen of questionable background but known experiences, lived to enlist their support and actual assistance. He knew, from listening around the house, these men enjoyed, over the years and now with the boys of Ravenwood, the company of young boys in an intimate way.

Over the next several days, Isaiah and his brother Joshua diligently instructed Eddie, Cordell, Andres, Carlito, Tommy, and Monty on the use of their knives in a close encounter with an attacker, not only to do him harm or injury, but to cause his death. They also made certain the four younger boys, along with Tommy, knew how to load, aim, and fire a pistol, rifle, and shotgun.

Thomas and Jerome, along with Joshua, were trading night watch duties with Gideon and Jared. Although too young to stand watch alone, Gideon and Jared wanted to help so they were paired up with one of their older brothers, causing the younger boys to swell with pride, knowing they were part of the “protection” barrier their friends needed.

On the fifth day, the phone began ringing at Ravenwood, and Conley became the “traffic manager” logging the information coming in. The thugs, three in number, were driving an out-of-state four-door car, were spotted at Decker’s Store, and were seeking directions to where Ramos’ farm. Of course, no such place existed so they were at a dead end. One old gentleman, when offered a substantial cash bribe, let “slip” Ravenwood was the place Ramos lived along with a couple of boys, a white one and a black one.

“Cute boys,” he admitted and with a furtive look around as if he feared someone might overhear what he was about to say, licked his lips in an appreciative and suggestive manner, and rubbed his crotch, “both are more than cute, if you know what I mean and can really make a man happy. If you know what I mean!”

“Really?” the leader asked.

“Yeah, really! Only costs a dollar apiece. They be comin’ over day after tomorrow in late afternoon to make another delivery to me and earn a couple of bucks,” the man smiled with a couple of winks and a nod of knowing. “If I can get it up and keep it up, maybe one or two will earn a dollar or two more.”

This was too good an opportunity for Mad Dog and his crew to pass up. All three wanted some of the action but didn’t intend on paying for it. Fifty dollars later, they had directions to Ravenwood and to the old man’s “shack” in the bottoms where he purported live.

“Ain’t much,” the old duffer admitted, “but it’s all mine and private. Sometimes that’s pretty important if the boys get too loud, if you know what I mean.”

They did and told him they’d be there ready for action- “if you know what we mean.”

Proud of what the three of them “pried” out of the old man, they failed to notice, walking back to their car, the satisfied smirk on the old timer’s face. They spent the rest of the day and part of the night not far down the road from Ravenwood, watching, observing, and planning how they’d first take their pleasures and then kill the two boys.

“First we fuck’em,” Mad Dog announced, rubbing his crotch and smiling, “then we kill’em. Leave the bodies and drive away. Who the hell is gonna care or know we killed a couple of fuckin’ street kids.”

Mad Dog and his two companions, on their way to Decker’s Corner, made a couple of large “withdrawals” from a couple of small-town banks located well off of the beaten path. In addition, they hit the jackpot when they “persuaded” a rather wealthy gentleman in Kansas to open his safe and allow them to relieve him of his wealth. Of course, having his young son by a second marriage skewered on Mad Dogs cock helped in the pressure. It did little good if the man thought they’d spare their lives. Wife, husband, and young son were killed!

******* 

“So,” Conley pondered, sipping a brandy as Ramos, Isaiah, and he considered the execution of the plan to eliminate Mad Dog and his associates, “the trap is set, now it’s time for the bait.”

Cordell and Eddie left the next morning, with Betts pulling the donkey cart to make their regular deliveries. Riding with them were Andres and Carlito. All four were clearly in high spirits, visible to all who cared to look, laughing, joking, and anxious to get the day going. Hidden, laying on his back, was Monty, pistol strapped to his waist, fly unzipped, and Andres sat impaled on Monty’s stiff pecker, bouncing up and down as they rode along. It didn’t take long for Monty to empty his balls up Andre’s love tunnel. Andres lifted himself off and asked, “Feel better now? Not so worried, Monty?”

Cordell, watching from the front seat where Eddie was handling the reins, said, “Hope you’re up for a ride tonight, Monty, ‘cause I intend to dip the wick, okay?”

Interrupting the conversation, Eddie asked Cordell, “They still back there?”

“Yeah. Nobody bounced out of the cart, although I thought Monty was going to shove Andres out when he pushed up when he came.”

“No, you dumb shit; the asshole killers!”

“Yeah”, laughed Cordell, “about a half mile back, moving slow. If they think they’re going to get a shot at us today, they got another think coming. We’ll be in too many places making deliveries. Someone will see it and they don’t want that.”

The deliveries went well that day, albeit both Andres and Carlito had a tender ass. The boys received encouraging remarks almost every stop they made. The discovery how much their customers, friends, and neighbors like them and would abide by the unwritten doctrine of Decker’s Corner to protect their own, gave them a real sense of “belonging” and of “home.”

Isaiah checked in on the boys before retiring for the night. Andres and Carlito were sound asleep. In the next bedroom, occupied by Monty, Eddie, and Cordell, Monty was sprawled out on his stomach and Cordell was stretched across his back, belly to back, his ass cheeks thrusting and jabbing into Monty’s willing ass. From the soft sighs and encouraging grunts, Isaiah determined all was well. He didn’t bother checking on Jim and Tommy; he knew what they’d be doing, at least twice before dawn!

“Glad we don’t raise sheep,” Isaiah mused to himself. “They’d not be safe from Jimmy’s eager cock!”

Late, the next afternoon, the young, good-looking boy baits climbed into the donkey cart and with a “giddy-up” Eddie and Cordell started on the journey to rid themselves of a menace. Only this time, Monty wasn’t hiding in the back of the cart; Isaiah was, well armed with pistol, knives, and sawed-off shotgun!

They didn’t spot Mad Dog’s car until they turned down the lane to the old shack they were to make their “delivery” to the old man who told Mad Dog where he lived.

The boys stopped in front of the small building, climbed down, and noticed Mad Dog’s car bouncing down the rutted lane. It skidded to a stop and Mad Dog and his two accomplices leaped out, brandishing pistols. Mad Dog ordered the boys to stop and stay where they were, some twenty-five feet from the donkey cart.

Eddie and Cordell stepped back a bit when Mad Dog and the other two approached them, but did so in such a manner the three thugs were between them and the cart. With their backs to the cart, there was less chance they’d spot Isaiah until it was time to end this bullshit.

Mad Dog, waving his pistol at Eddie, stepped to within one to two foot of the young innocent looking boy.

Eddie looked up at him, frowned, and growled defiantly, “You’re the guy who killed my grandma!”

Mad Dog smiled and acknowledged he most certainly did. Tucking the pistol into his belt, he declared, “And you know what, you little fuck?” pointing a finger at Eddie, “after we’re done fucking you and your little black buddy, it’s going to be,” again using the finger to represent a gun, “bang, you’re dead as well!”

“Now turn around and drop those pants of yours so I can get a good look at that little white fuckable ass of yours!”

Eddie turned, dropped his pants, and heard a zipper being lowered, with Mad Dog muttering, “I can’t wait to breed that!”

His hard cock out, just as he was about to ram it up Eddie’s ass, Cordell shouted, “Shit! I’ve seen bigger cocks on seven-year-olds,” and laughed raucously!

Angered, Mad Dog spun his head toward Cordell and shouted back, “Shut the fuck up, you little black ………..!”

He never finished his comments as a sharp, deep pain under his breastbone and up into his chest silenced him. Turning his head back slowly, looking down, Mad Dog saw a knife rammed up, hilt deep into his chest, and a smiling Eddie pointing a finger at him saying “Bang, you’re dead!”

Mad Dog never heard the gurgling last breathes of one of his gang as Isaiah slit his throat or the two gunshots muffled by a silencer that tore two holes in the chest of the third, or felt the hot piss as Eddie and Cordell emptied their bladders on him.

“Eddie? Cordell? You okay?” shouted Isaiah.

“We’re fine, Uncle Isaiah,” Eddie responded, shaking his cock to rid it of the last couple of drops. “Only Mad Dog seems a little worse for wear.”

“Clean your knife well, then,” Isaiah instructed. “I’m going to check out the car.”

As Eddie leaned over and extracted the knife, Cordell commented, looking at the small, shriveled penis poking out through Mad Dog’s pants, “Some are blessed and some are not!”

The boys heard Isaiah give a whistle and saw three bandana-masked men emerge from the trees. As the men neared, the boys could see one carried a pistol with an extension on the barrel, a silencer to muffle the sound of shots.

Cordell and Eddie, even though the men’s faces were covered, recognized two of them. One Eddie recognized from the scent of “Old Spice” aftershave and knew he had a nicely shaped, uncut six-inch cock with low-hanging ball sac, and loved to take him on his stomach, his small butt thrusting up in the air to meet the older man’s dripping cock. The other, Cordell recognized by a slight limp, brought on, the man claimed by arthritis. If so, Cordell thought, it settled in his short five-inch, fat, sausage-shaped uncut dick which was stiff most of the time. He loved to suck Cordell to a climax before taking him doggy-style, rabbit-fucking the lad for a first come before easing back and slow-fucking him for the second.

“Thanks, guys,” Isaiah offered as he walked over to the outlaw’s car. Isaiah’s own leg was bothering him so, walking with a distinct limp, slowly made his way to the vehicle. Inside he found a number of weapons including pistols, shotguns, a “Tommy-gun,” and the newest rifle developed for the army, the M-1 Carbine. They’d only been in production a couple of months and Isaiah added it to his stash of the Tommy-gun and three pistols.

He also discovered a pillow case stuffed with cash, jewelry, collection of gold coins, and silverware and other items from someone’s home. He figured the men made at least one burglary on the way to Decker’s Corner. He sorted through the jewelry, taking the most valuable, appropriated about a third of the cash, and added the gold coin collection to his take. The rest he left for the three men to divide up among themselves.

Isaiah carried his items to the donkey cart, waved to Cordell and Eddie it was time to leave, and with instructions to the three men, to “take the cash and other stuff and divide them up,” and to remember to leave no evidence (only “ashes” as Isaiah put it), instructed Cordell to drive them home.

“What now, Freddy?” one of the men asked the man with the pistol.

“We do what we planned to do.”

The dead were stripped of all clothing and identifying items, the loot gathered up and divided, and decided the car would be torn apart and sold for parts.

The shack burned to the ground later that night. There was no evidence of any occupants in it at the time of the fire. Mad Dog, aka Sam Hopkins, and his two cohorts rested in heavily weighted, slotted wooden boxes at the bottom of the Mississippi River providing nourishment with their decaying carcasses for turtles, crayfish, and other flesh-eating creatures inhabiting the river.

The incident was never spoken of throughout the Decker’s Corner Community and as far as other law enforcement agencies determined, the various bank robberies, burglaries, and murders were never solved.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/17/2022