Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 3

"EMS 2 stand bye for a call" The voice replied "Rescue 10, Zone 1, EMS 2 respond to Main Street and the Memorial Boulevard. Two vehicles 10-50 PI (accident with injuries), child in car. Respond priority 1 (top priority)."

"EMS 2, 10-4, responding," Within a matter of moments a full component of emergency vehicles had arrived at the intersection.  Two vehicles, an older station wagon with three occupants and a little sports car had been involved in the collision.

"Officer, we got a child in the back of the car, and two older individuals in the front, the car was t-boned on the passenger side.  None of the occupants are responding we need at least two buses to get them to the hospital. It shouldn't be too difficult since we are so close.  Can you alert the emergency room to stand by?" said the first fire captain as he surveyed the scene.

Officer Taylor immediately radioed in the requests. He walked over to the sports car and found the driver to be sitting there in a daze. "Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked the occupant of the car.

"Hell no, what happened? Where'd they come from?" he slurred.

“Would you please step out of the car sir?" responded the officer.

As the man stumbled out of the car Officer Taylor was almost overcome with the odor of whiskey.  The way the driver was stumbling he felt sure this was going to end up being another one of those DWI cases.  The drunk would stumble away from his car.  The occupants of the car he hit would be lucky if they held on to their lives.  He'd seen the same thing happen time after time in his 15 years on the force. "Let me see your license and registration," he now ordered the driver.

Taking the man's license Taylor returned to his car to access any information available. Sure enough, it came back. Jon Acres wasn't new to this predicament. There were previous convictions for DWI. He pulled his breathalyzer and went back to Jon Acres.  "Put your mouth here and breathe out," he instructed.  The meter read 0.17 just as Taylor figured it would. "Turn around put your hands against the car.  You're under arrest for drunken driving. I'm going to pat you down.  Do you have any weapons or sharp objects on your person?"

"Naw man, don't have anything."

"You have the right to remain silent; anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law.  You have the right to an attorney.  If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.  Do you understand these rights?" recited Taylor automatically without need of thought.

 "Sure I get it."

"I'm going to cuff you now don't move or do anything stupid." With that Taylor swiftly applied the cuffs and moved Acres to the back of his squad. He wasn't looking forward to learning the condition of the other car's occupants and then writing his report.  As much time as he might spend it always turned out the same.  A smart lawyer and the jack-ass would be out to hit another bar and then another innocent driver. How many lives would he take before the system would get him off the road for good? Taylor didn't want to think about the number of DWI drivers who even after losing their licenses still drove and caused senseless deaths.

"EMT 2 to base." "Go ahead EMT 2." "Base, we have three victims.  Victim one is Caucasian male approximately seven years of age. BP is 145 over 85. Respiration is 9 and shallow.  Victim is unconscious. Pupils are equal and reactive. There is a bruise on the right temple approximately three inches in diameter.  We are placing on a back board with neck brace and preparing for transport.  Shall we start an IV with Ringers?"

"Affirmative, continue to monitor and transport ASAP. What is your ETA?"

"Within minutes, we are within two blocks of the hospital, will turn victim over to Paramedics in Bus 307 for transport.  They will continue monitoring.  I have second victim, Caucasian male approximately sixty-five years of age. Victim had blacked out at time of impact, is coming around at this time.  BP is 165 over 99 Respiration is steady at 18, pupils are equal and reactive.  Victim has sustained a gash to the right thigh. He is complaining of pain. Bleeding has been controlled. Would you indicate Demerol or prefer to delay until arrival at hospital?

"Administer 12 mg Demerol intravenously after starting an IV with ringers.  Has he also been placed on a back board with neck brace?

 "Affirmative, will administer 12 mg Demerol, we are preparing him for transport ETA five minutes." "What is the condition of the third victim?

  “Third victim is a Caucasian female about 65 years of age but has been declared dead at the scene. Victim received fatal wounds from metal and glass due to the force of impact. Will prepare for transport to the morgue."

Information about the station wagon and it's occupants written down, Taylor returned to his squad car and headed for the station and booking.  DWI, was just one of the charges now facing Jon Acres.  "I hope he won't get out of this one," Taylor told himself as he drove back to the station.

 In the emergency room the doctors were working feverishly over Evan.  They couldn't understand why he was comatose. It seemed the injuries were not that serious.

 Dr. Andrews came by his bed quietly took his hand and began, "George, your leg will heal, we're going to have to put in quite a few stitches  and I believe there has been some minor nerve damage, but with rehab you should have a full recovery. "

 "What about my wife and grandson?  Evan's mother is upstairs in her room waiting for us to arrive.  His father has been found and is waiting to meet him and take him home."

"I'm afraid Evan won't be leaving the hospital at least for today.  He has suffered a concussion.  Since the impact was on the right temple the brain has put him into a coma for the time being.  We see this from time to time.  He could wake up at any time.  All of his other signs are good, so we are hopeful that the coma will not last very long.  I have to tell you though the shorter the better.  Fortunately he is breathing on his own, that is a good indication that the damage is not too severe. If it were, he wouldn't be able to do so and we would have to put him on a respirator.  As long as we don't have to do that his prognosis is good."

"OK, I can understand that but what about my wife? Where is she? What is her condition?"

"George I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this.  Betty died at the time of the accident.  When the other car hit the side of your car the impact caused debris to lacerate her body and killed her instantly. Take comfort in the fact that I can't see where she might have suffered.  She died instantly on impact.  I'm so sorry George."

George slumped over in bed and wept uncontrollably.  He and Betty had been through tough times but together they had gotten through them.  He didn't know how he was going to get along without her.

 "George I'm going to give you something so you can sleep, try to rest.  I know things are bad, but you need to get on with your life. Just rest," said Dr. Andrew as he turned and gave instructions to the nurse.

 "Has my parents and son arrived?"  asked Judy as the nurse and Dr. Blevins entered her room.

"In a way yes, unfortunately," replied Dr. Blevins.  "When they were about two blocks from the hospital their car was struck by another driven by a drunk driver.

 “Where are they? How are there?  How badly have they been hurt?  How is Evan? Oh God Evan was hurt wasn't he?" demanded Judy through tears.

"Your father and son are in the Emergency area right now and will be transferred to rooms. Your father suffered a leg wound and temporally lost consciousness but will be fine.  He'll have to undergo some rehab but he'll mend. Evan suffered a concussion and his body has put him into a coma for right now..."

"My God will he recover?" yelled Phil as he shot to his feet. "Where is he?  Can I see him?"

"In due time.  Give us a little time to get him settled and then I'll have a nurse come take you to him. Judy, your mother was killed in the accident.  It was instant, she didn't suffer."

Phil went to Judy and held her attempting to offer comfort.  Judy shook violently as tears fell. Phil turned to Dr. Blevins and asked if he could give her something.

"Certainly, the nurse is on the way in with it now," he replied.

Craig and Greg sat looking at each other with tears in their eyes as well, too stunned to speak as they witnessed all taking place before them.  Their attorney quietly left the room to make a few inquiries as to what was happening with the driver of the other car.

Once the nurse administered the shot, Judy seemed to drift off to sleep. Phil sat by her side holding her hand softly crying.  It seemed like hours, but it was actually only a short time later another nurse entered the room.

"Mr. Forest, would you follow me, I was told to take you to Evan," said the nurse as she turned back to the door and started out.

Phil rose from his chair, gently laid Judy's hand back on her bed beside her and followed the nurse out the door. As he exited he asked Greg and Craig to stay and watch over Judy.

In another wing of the hospital Phil entered an ICU for Peds.  No privacy, equipment everywhere, glass around each of the rooms positioned so that the nurses at the desk could keep a constant vigil on any patients in their care.  The only distinguishing difference from any other ICU was the soft assortment of colors and bright animals adorning the few painted walls.  As in other Peds departments, the nurses wore brightly colored uniforms, so unlike the starched white seen on regular floors.

For the first time Phil stood in shock as he gazed upon his son.  If it weren't for the array of equipment around him monitoring his condition Phil would have thought he was looking upon an angel, in his own likeness, lying there asleep.  His light brown hair softly surrounded his face, his fair skin only blotched by what appeared to be a bruise on his right temple.  No doubt he would have a shiner before long.  Phil's heart ached as he looked upon his son wishing he could take all the pain away and bear it for him.  He had never met his son before, only seen a picture.  The tests were conclusive he was this angels father and at that moment he vowed to himself that no one would ever hurt his son again.

Phil turned to leave and retraced his steps to Judy's room.  He needed his dad and Craig.  Between them, they would handle the situation.

With the distance between Phoenix and Albuquerque, the men had decided to stay in Albuquerque until Evan was to be released, they prayed, from the hospital.  There were certainly other things that needed to be resolved before they could return to Phoenix.  When they could return to Phoenix, they would, until then they'd stay in Albuquerque.

The day had been long.  The three men were tired as they returned to their hotel suite after dinner. Phil started to undress as he entered the suite, leaving his clothes in a trail starting from the door and heading towards the bedroom.

"What do you think you're doing?" demanded Greg as he viewed the tanned ass of his son disappearing into the bedroom.

"Getting ready for a shower, what the hell do you think I'm doing?" answered Phil.

“Get your ass back in here boy and assume the position!" ordered Craig as he nodded to Greg.

Phil returned to the living room reddening as he promptly moved into position. "Yes, masters, please forgive this slave's error, sirs"

"You'll be punished for that mistake, you know the rules, you strip and fold your clothes neatly and put them where they belong, and that's not all over the floor. Get the paddle!"

Returning with the paddle he kissed it, then bowed offering it to the two men standing in front of him.  His hands went behind his back, his legs moved to a shoulder width apart. His eyes froze on the floor at a point three feet in front of him.

"Grab your ankles, and count off!" ordered Craig. Greg moved behind Phil and raised the paddle high in the air.

"Smack"

"One sir, thank you sir, may I have another?"

"Smack"

“Two sir, thank you sir, may I have another?"

Smack"

"Three sir, thank you sir, may I have another?"

Smack"

“Fifteen sir, thank you sir, may I have another?"

"Assume presentation position, hands behind your neck" said Greg.

Craig stepped forward and began to run his hands over Phil's body.  He started at the shoulders then down his back kneading and pinching the skin and muscles.  When he arrived at Phil's waist he swatted each cheek of his ass leaving a hand print over the already reddened skin. Craig continued his ministrations to Phil's ass causing him to moan as the pain and pleasure were taking over.

Greg in the meantime had begun his assault on the front of Phil's body.  As he cupped his pecs and massaged all around the area he gradually took hold of the rings through the nipples and began to pull and twist them as the expression on Phil's face vacillated from pleasure to pain and back again.  As Greg continued to torture one nipple at a time with his other hand he traveled downward caressing the abs and into the pubic region.  When he got there he grabbed the PA and assaulted Phil's cock with an assortment of movements designed to keep Phil off guard.

Making things all the more difficult, just as Greg assaulted the PA Craig thrust his finger into Phil's anus. The sudden action from both sides startled Phil.  With the four hands his body was being invaded in four different places. Stabs of pleasure and pain were radiating from all four points and taking his mind away from the thoughts of the day and centering them on the activities of the moment. Just as Phil felt he was ready to explode both men removed their hands from his body.  As he opened his questioning eyes and looked upon his father Greg placed his hands on his sons shoulders and pressed downward.

Phil understood and knelt down before the man who had fathered him.  With his teeth he unfastened his father's trousers and slowly and expertly moved the tab of the zipper as far down as it could go.  With a little assistance Greg's trousers hit the floor and he stepped out of them.  Again with his teeth Phil tugged at the bikinis sheltering his father's cock.  They too soon hit the floor and were kicked aside. There in all its glory was the fuck-pole that had created him.  He looked up into his father's eyes as if seeking permission and the expression of his father's face beamed approval.  Phil leaned forward and lovingly began to lick at his father's scrotum.  Taking one testicle at a time and rolling it around within his mouth then tenderly releasing it to take the other.  After licking and sucking on the area just behind, he proceeded to lick up and down the underside of the shaft. Slowly, lovingly he honored that which had made him.  Opening his mouth wide he then engulfed his father's cock and took it down in one fell swoop. He backed off and his tongue worked its way around the shaft, tantalizing the corona and exploring the piss slit. He worked his way back and forth along the shaft allowing the glans to pass into his throat and be massaged there. When Greg was about to climax he pushed Phil away and pulled himself off of him.

Craig had disrobed and was ready to take Greg's position.  He did so and allowed Phil to repeat his actions with him.  Again Phil followed the same scenario and brought Craig just to the edge of orgasm when he too pulled away.

The men joined Greg in the bedroom where he had disrobed and put away all their clothes.  As Phil was thrust on the bed Greg approached with a pair of handcuffs. Greg adeptly fastened one side of the cuffs around the base of Phil's cock tightening it down as far as possible. Flipping Phil over on his stomach Greg closed the area between them and fastening the other cuff around the base of his own cock thrust into Phil burying himself as far as possible.

"Fuck me dad, ram me with it!" yelled Phil as Greg began to piston his son.  His outward movement limited by the chain between them, each time pulling at their cock root, intensifying the pain and pleasure to be derived.  "This should make it even more interesting," said Craig as he snapped two other pair of handcuffs on the men fastening each man to the other first with their right wrists and then with their left. "And you Greg are now the meat in our sandwich!" With that exclamation he mounted Greg from behind impaling him completely.

"Oh yeah, fuck me Craig, fuck us both." "Give it to me, tear me up," yelled Phil.

A pattern soon set the trio moved as one; each movement of Craig caused Greg to pound into Phil. "Harder, harder, pound my ass dad!" said Phil.

"You're getting it," replied Greg as his body covered with sweat moved faster and faster, the tempo of their thrusts getting quicker and quicker.

"Awwwwww  Yeah! I.mmmmm  cuuuummmmmmmming!" yelled

Phil. As he began to shoot his anal ring tightened, capturing his father's cock so much that Greg could not pull out of his son.

 "So am I," echoed Greg as the pressure from his son's ass took him over the edge.

 “Oh God, I'm there too, I'mmmmm cuuummmmmming!" added Craig as he too felt the effects of the body in front of him clutching his cock in a vise-like grip.

"How did you know that's what I needed?" asked Phil as they fell on top of each other exhausted.

"We always know what our son needs!" replied both of the men in unison.

Unlocking the cuffs, Craig challenged, "last man in the shower gives blow jobs. So sorry!" he chuckled as he tripped Greg and the other two managed to fly from the room and jump into the shower.

"I'll get you for that."

"Yeah you will, every inch of it down your throat, kneel down and start sucking," taunted Craig as Greg entered the shower and kneeled before him.

 “Remember I get the same too," said Phil as he stroked his cock next to his fathers ear.

  Craig and Phil both drained the men proceeded to lather each other and lovingly shampoo each others hair.  Drying each other off with the warm fluffy towels they retired to the bedroom to fall quickly to sleep entangled together.

Over the next couple of days Phil, Greg and Craig got to know George Sanders much better.  A lot of tension could be seen between them when they first met.  Phil and his partners quickly allayed any fears George might have about their intentions.  Phil was going to take responsibility for any costs involving Evan.  He would also cover anything Judy's insurance would not cover for her and promised that he would not abandon George or Judy in their hour of need. Greg and Craig both offered to assist George in making all the arrangements for Betty.

Betty's funeral was scheduled for a few days later and against the doctors' orders the men managed to get George out of the hospital long enough for the services.  Judy wasn't doing well but with special assistance the men managed to get her to the services as well.  Everyone's hearts were heavy as they attended the services, not only for their loss of Betty but also because Evan was still lingering in a coma.  It had now been four days.  All indications were good but he wasn’t waking up.

Each day seemed to follow the same schedule. After arising and getting some kind of breakfast, Phil and Greg would go to the hospital.  Craig would stay at their hotel suite and between his laptop and the phone, manage the company.  Phil would alternate his time between Judy and Evan, sitting with each.  The majority of the time he would just hold their hand, silent, preoccupied in thought and prayer for Evan's recovery and Judy's comfort.  Greg spent most of his time with George.

The two men, though a little different in age got on more as brothers.  George relayed stories of his time in the service and his life with Betty and how, at a later age Judy had come into their lives.  He relived the heartbreak they encountered as Judy became pregnant and then couldn't locate the father.  How she had spent the last seven years working hard to support herself and her son and how George had become so proud of both his daughter and his beautiful grandson.

Life as it now presented itself was even more difficult.  He had lost Betty, any day Judy could be gone.  No one knew what would happen to Evan, but at least when Evan did recover George knew that there was a loving household waiting to care for him.  Rehab was still in front of George, he always wanted to be a part of Evan's life but that was all he could see for himself. He couldn't fathom what he was going to do without Betty.  He didn't have much of a reason to live.

Greg hurt inside as he listened to George and tried to console him.  He was battling his own turmoil, wishing he could suggest a solution to give George a reason to live.  Evan was a big reason, but George kept expressing the feeling that maybe it would be better for Evan if he weren't around.  Greg had to find a way to convince George otherwise.

Officer Taylor had come to visit George so he could finish his reports.  Greg and George were unhappy to hear that Jon Acres had hired one of the best attorneys in town and it was already questionable just what consequences he would have to serve for his actions.  The three men were in agreement that the situation was unfair at best and somehow, something needed to be done.

On the evening of the fifth day after the accident Phil received a call from the hospital requesting that he return there as soon as possible.  The person making the call wouldn't give any more information, just that his presence was needed immediately.

All three of the men readied themselves quickly and raced to the hospital not knowing if it would be a night or sorrow or joy.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/27/10