Good Counsul?

By: Rod
(© 2010 by the author)

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Chapter 4

“I’m Phil Forester.  I received a call requesting I get here as soon as possible.  My son is in Peds ICU and his mother is in room 423.  For which one was I called?

“Let me check sir,” replied the receptionist as she punched something into the computer in front of her. “Here it is sir; please go the waiting area on third floor east, Dr. Andrews will meet you there.

“Thank you.”

Though it was only a matter of minutes the ride in the elevator seemed an eternity as the three men waited for the doors to open on the third floor.  As they rushed towards the waiting area a broadly smiling Dr. Andrews approached them.

“So glad you could get here right away, come with me.”

“Has there been a change in Evan’s condition?” asked Phil as the doctor lead him in a different direction from the ICU area.

“I think you’ll be pleased,” Dr. Andrews said as he opened the door and escorted the three men into a private room in Peds.

“Daddy?” said the little angel as he sat up in bed arms extended.

“Yes son, how are you?  Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah Daddy, where’s Mom, can I see her?  Where are Grandma and Grandpa?”

“We’ll arrange for you to see your Mom and your grandpa soon son,” said Phil as he held back the tears of joy and embraced his son for the first time. “These two guys with me are also your granddads, this is Grandpa Greg and this is Grandpa Craig,” Phil said introducing the boy to his dads.

“Gentlemen about an hour ago Evan suddenly woke up looked around and asked if he could have something to eat.  All tests seem to come back normal.  I would surmise we can release him tomorrow, I just want to continue to keep him under observation tonight.”

“Thank you doctor, you wouldn’t believe how we’ve prayed for this moment.  Does Judy know?”

“Not yet I checked with Dr. Blevins and she is rather sedated at the moment for her pain. We should be able to tell her in the morning.  George knows and is waiting for you to talk with him after coming in to see Evan,” said Dr. Andrews.

“Dad, would you go and get George I don’t want to leave Evan.”

“Sure Phil I’ll be right back.”

As Greg left the room Craig came forward and hugged Evan.  Tears too fell from his eyes as he was reminded the number of times he held Phil in the same manner and here was Phil’s son looking just as Phil did when he was that age.

When Grandpa George entered the room hey thought it would be impossible to keep Evan in bed but he wouldn’t let go of his father.  The four men and Evan talked for the next hour. Evan told how his mother explained the situation with his Father and how she always said what a great Dad he would be when they got together.  He told how he loved his Grandpa George and cried as the men explained what happened to his Grandma Betty.

With tears in his eyes he looked at his father and asked “Daddy, with Grandma gone, what is Grandpa George going to do?  I know that I’m to come and live with you but I don’t want to leave my Grandpa George, can he come too?”

Phil, Greg and Craig looked first at each other then Greg and Craig nodded to Phil.

“Sure son, as soon as your Grandpa George can leave the hospital he can come home with us too,” answered Phil.

“Are you sure?” asked George as he looked at his new friends.

“Are you going to argue with us and your Grandson?” asked Greg as the men started to laugh. “What our Grandson wants he gets, at least in this case, and I don’t think right now you have a leg to stand on to argue with us, now do you?

“Under those conditions how can I refuse?” answered George as a smile finally had fully replaced the somber look on his face.

The nursing staff tried to chase the men out of the room but Evan and Phil would have nothing to do with the idea and Phil remained to stay the rest of the night in Evan’s room.  Greg and Craig did return to the hotel, but where back as early as possible the next morning.

As the sun rose casting its first rays across Judy’s room, Dr. Blevins entered to check on his patient.

“Judy, how are you this morning?” asked Dr. Blevins.

“I’m still here,” said Judy so softly she could barely be heard.

“Evan has woken up and is doing fine.  Phil is with him.  Can I bring then to see you?”

“Oh yes, please! Are your sure Evan is OK?”

“Yes everything is fine”

In just a matter of moments Phil came into the room pushing Evan in a wheel chair.  It seemed the nurse on his floor didn’t want to take a chance and thought it would be better for Evan.  Besides, Evan thought it was neat that he could ride in a wheelchair and have his Dad push him to the room to see his Mom.

Judy’s eyes lit up as she looked at the two most important men in her life.  A smile crossed her lips as she whispered, “Finally, my son will be alright he has his Dad” She closed her eyes but the smile never left her lips.

Dr. Blevins stepped forward and checking turned to Phil and mouthed the words, “She’s gone.”

Phil began to cry as he lifted Evan from his chair and cradled him in his arms. “Your Mom loved you son.  When she got sick all she wanted was to be sure you would be with me and be OK.  Now that’s done and she has gone to rest.  She isn’t feeling any more pain.  Would you like to kiss her good-bye?”

With remarkable composure Evan crawled out of his Father’s lap and crossed over to his Mother’s bed, leaned over kissed her on the cheek and said, “Mommy I’m all right. Don’t worry anymore.  I love you!” Turning he went back to his Father and crawled back up in his lap.  He buried his head against his Father’s neck and began to shake as he cried.

Dr. Blevins met Craig and Greg as they walked onto the floor and apprised them of the news.  The three proceeded to George’s room.

As the three men entered the room George saw in their faces the signs of despair but waited, not wanting to hear the news they were to deliver. “Please help me,” he cried as Dr. Blevins described the scene that took place in Judy’s room.

Greg already holding George’s hand, took his other arm, and gently placed it around George pulling him towards his shoulder.  As his Grandson had done, he could only cry as the pain of losing his daughter began crushing in his chest.

Dr. Andrews felt that it would be best for Evan to stay at the hospital for the next two days while Craig assisted George and Phil in making the final arrangements for Judy’s funeral.

The day of the funeral Evan was released from the hospital and Dr. Andrews agreed that with the proper help George could also leave.  He had phoned Phoenix and made arrangements for George’s care to be picked up there as an outpatient through a facility in Phoenix and a rehab specialist could come out to the home.

The services were not long.  George was in a wheel chair.  Greg and Craig stood silently by.  Evan clung to Phil as he watched his Mother be placed to rest next to his Grandma Betty.  The men felt all the more sad as the reminder of Betty’s funeral was so fresh in their minds.

After stopping to eat and checking out of the hotel, the new family made their way back to Phoenix.  Evan was somewhat subdued over his Mother’s funeral, but she had prepared him well.  As they got closer to Phoenix his excitement started to bubble over as he realized he was going to his new home.  He would no longer live in a little apartment.  His Dad had a real house.  He missed his Mother but now he had a real house, a Father, three Granddads and who knew what other surprises might be in store for him. Pulling up to a great iron gate, Greg stopped and punched a code into a box and the gate opened in front of them.  Evan’s eyes grew as he looked out of the car.  The house looked like a museum.  It was huge. The grounds looked like he was in a park.

“Where are we Dad?”

“We’re home son”

“No way, we live here?  Cool!!!!!

Evan was no less enthusiastic as he was shown his room, just across the hall from his Father’s room.  His Grandpa Craig and Greg had rooms right next to his Dad.  His Grandpa George had a room on the same side of the hall as Evan, just a door down the hall.  Phil explained that over the next week or so they would go shopping and redecorate his room to his own liking.  Evan couldn’t believe it.

Evan’s biggest surprise came when he was woken up in his room the next morning with a big wet lick to the side of his face.  Turning and looking towards the source of the disturbance he discovered two paws leaning on the edge of his bed and the face of a beautiful chocolate Lab reaching forward to lick him again.  Standing nearby was Grandpa Craig laughing as he explained to Evan that this particular puppy came to live with him and needed to be named.  There would be some things that Evan would need to do to take care of his new friend but everyone else would help him as needed.  Right now he needed to get up and ready for his breakfast and to feed his new companion.

“Rainbow, “yelled Evan in between bites of cereal.

“What?” asked Phil.

“Rainbow,” that’s my dog’s name.  Cause, when you see a rainbow and you wish, it’ll come true. And all my wishes have come true!”

“Sounds good buddy, Rainbow it is,” laughed Phil as the other men chuckled.

“Greg can I discuss something with you?” asked George as Phil and Evan disappeared out the door, Rainbow leading the way.

“Sure what’s on your mind?”

“Craig if you could stay I’d like to talk to you too.”

“OK, What’s up George?” asked Craig.

“From the conversation I’ve had with Greg here I get the feeling that there is somewhat of a different relationship between the three of you men.  Am I right?

“I know it wouldn’t do any good to keep it from you, and I did say a few more things than perhaps I needed to when we were talking in the hospital but I had to see how you’d react.  The three of us do have not only a gay relationship, we’re lovers, but we are into BDSM.  We wanted to talk to you too because we don’t believe that Evan should be exposed to that at his age,” replied Greg.

“I agree, what you guys do is your business.  I have to tell you though I wouldn’t mind if you could include me in your playtime sometime though.  I always loved Betty but had some experiences before we were married and had one guy that I met a few years later and we’ve kept in touch. I do want to keep it from Evan.  What does Phil think about it?”

“Phil agrees as well, he was out of college and twenty-five before we figured out how to bring Greg here, out of his shell and started the relationship between the three of us.”

“How did you get him out of his shell?”

Craig told the story of the discussions and feelings he had gotten from Greg over the years and when the opportunity arose, how he and Phil made arrangements, how Greg was abducted and trained.  He explained how they discussed all of it with psychologists and they determined it would not be harmful to Greg, instead would bring him out of his shell and ready to accept them as they wanted to be.

Greg picked up and explained his experiences through the training and the final emotional release he achieved at the end.

“That reminds be of my buddy, William Lancaster, from what little he has told me, he is into that type of thing.  He’s a physical fitness buff and likes to take the part of a top.”

“You know there is another thing that’s bothering me,” said Craig. “We’ve all gone through a lot of pain because of that drunken driver and our attorney says he only got thirty days.  There was some kind of snafu involving the officer, who was it? A Taylor guy I think.  The DA was pretty upset. I don’t blame him, I wish there was something else that could be done to get that Jon Acres off the road permanently.”

“George, could you get in touch with your buddy?  I’d like to call Taylor and we all have a little sit down.  I’ve got an idea,” said Craig.

“Sounds good to me, George about your first question, whatever we can do to keep Evan from knowing about the BDSM let’s try to do.  He’ll only be a kid for so long and he deserves a better childhood.  Besides, that is something for adults, not kids.  Oh, and I think I can speak for Phil and Craig if I say we wouldn’t mind having you play with us sometime either.”

It took better than a week for George to track down William Lancaster it seemed he had moved out of Albuquerque at least three years back.  With Judy’s condition George hadn’t been in contact for at least the last couple of years.  William had a busy schedule but said he could meet with them the following Saturday evening at about 7.00P.M. George checked with Craig and they confirmed the time.  William would come over for dinner.  Craig had a little better luck getting in touch with Taylor and it was decided he too would be able to come to dinner that evening.

Evan found out about a training camp that he could attend with Rainbow.  It was for children and their dogs. The managers of the camp set it up so the dog and its owner could arrive on Friday evening and stay till Sunday afternoon.  In between, the two of them would learn together proper handling techniques, safety issues and the dog would learn a number of commands and tricks.  Evan didn’t want to be away from his Dad and Grandpa’s but was enthused to go when they encouraged him and swore they’d be there Sunday afternoon to bring him and Rainbow right back home.

By Saturday, Craig consulted with his attorney on a number of issues and laid out a pretty solid game plan. They felt all the bases were covered and if they stuck to their plan in the method prescribed by the attorney, they could keep from suffering any backlash.

Saturday finally came and the men had everything ready for their guests.  About five minutes of seven the chime came from the front gate announcing Taylor had arrived.  The gate was opened after he was given instructions as to where to pull up to and leave his car.  Precisely at seven the chime rang again announcing William Lancaster had arrived and he was given similar instructions.

Taylor was met at the door by Phil and escorted to the bar for cocktails.  A few minutes later Craig responded to the door showing William the way to the bar and extending the invitation for a before dinner drink.

“Master, why are you here?” shrieked Greg as William entered the room.

All eyes turned to the scene before them as William stepped in front of Greg. Greg was kneeling, his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at the floor in front of him.

“Greg, so nice to see you again.  I told you that I was no longer your master, but you honor me with your obedience. Rise and resume your normal self.”

“Bill, you know Greg?” asked George.

“Yes intimately, I trained him,” replied William.

“And quite well, we were never able to thank you, as we didn’t meet any other members of the staff,” said Phil.

“And you must be the son,” said Bill then looking towards Craig, “And you must be the lifelong friend that made all the arrangements.”

“Guilty on all counts,” chimed both men in response.

“I take it, all has been satisfactory?”

“In every way possible and imaginable,” replied Craig.

Taylor stood in utter confusion wondering just what was going on before him.  His confused expression soon was observed by Phil.  Remembering his etiquette he invited Taylor to have a seat.

“Taylor.”

“Just call me Pete”

“Alright Pete, do you agree that an adult has the right to do as he wishes so long as it is consensual?”

“Of course, as an officer of the law I need only be involved if it is not consensual.”

“Do you have a problem with man to man sex?” continued Phil.

“No, why should I?”

“If it is consensual to you have a problem with BDSM?”

“Wow, that is some question, but no, I don’t have a problem, as I said so long as it is consensual and between of age adults.”

“OK then I guess we can explain.”

Between the three men they explained the relationship between them.  Bill was included in the explanation as to his part.  George added his relationship to Bill and how they had something they wanted to discuss between them. This had been the reason for the meeting.

“Taylor, I’m sorry Pete, you mentioned several times that you wished there was something else that could be done to get DWI’s off the road?”

“You said it.  That’s kind of a pet peeve of mine.”

“Bill your expertise is in training, breaking a man down and then making what you wish of him, correct?”

“Yes but how?...”

“What if we could put something together that would get the DWI’s off the road and you Bill would assist in kind of a transformation?” asked Greg.

“How could it be legal?” inquired Pete.

“Let us handle that, all you need to know is, we have an attorney to protect us.  He will be sure anything we do will not put us in jeopardy. Would you like to continue with details?” added Craig.

“Sure,” said both Pete and Bill.

“Good, let’s have dinner and we’ll discuss details further afterward,” said Greg.

Adjourning to the dining room the men enjoyed a delicious dinner of salad, Prime Rib au Jus, new potatoes, green beans almondine, fresh breads, an assortment of wines and a luscious cheese cake for desert.

Discussion of their plans followed dinner with agreement all around.

“Pete, when did you say Jon Acres was to be released?” asked George.

“In two weeks I believe, I would have to check”

“Please do, guys do you think we can be ready by then?” asked Greg.

“Yeah!” chorused all present.

“Gents, I have an early morning tomorrow so I’d better push off, I’d love to stay but duty calls.  I’ll give you a call on Monday evening and let you know what I find out.”

“OK Pete, Bill can you stay the night?” asked Greg.

“Sure why not, I don’t have anything planned for the morning and I only live about 15 minutes away but after the wine I’ve had I wouldn’t mind staying.”

Pete took his leave and was soon pulling through the gate.

“I didn’t want to say anything in front of Pete but since I’m here I wouldn’t mind a little play considering I know all of you are into it,” said Bill evilly.

“Bill, I knew you would want to stay, hell it’s been three years since we played and now I find how you trained Greg.  I know how you like to be a top but I’m going to give away your secret, I don’t think these guys know that you are an insatiable bottom as well.  I bet Greg needs to find that out to insure we won’t have any more scenes like we did when you got here,” chuckled George.

“Well, if that’s case I make a motion that we get our asses to the playroom!” exclaimed Phil as he headed out the door.

Arriving in another wing of the mansion the men entered a small room, plainly furnished with only a few benches and hooks on the wall.

“All clothes remain here! Naked asses only through that door, thirty seconds or your ass gets the tawse,” ordered Craig.

“Hey no fair! You guys know I’m still in this damn chair!” retorted George.

“Exception, George still has to strip but stays in the chair, no time penalty for him,” shouted Craig.

The men made it through the door in under the thirty seconds with the exception of George.  As the four men stood there George rolled in.

“Since I can’t fully participate are there any objections if I orchestrate this evening?”

“No sir, thank you sir, if you would sir!” responded the four in unison.

“Good, Phil I’ve been waiting for this chance, get over here by me and get on your knees. Bill I know what you put Greg through so now we’re going to turn the tables a little bit.  Service his cock.  Craig for now I want you to explore your lovers ass.”

“Like this sir?” asked Phil as he knelt before George.

Looking up for the signal Phil leaned forward and licked at George’s balls.  As he did he was struck in the face as the cock in front of him began to expand to its full length. Taking in one ball at a time Phil bathed it in his saliva before releasing and taking in the other one.  Releasing it he continued to lick at the underside of the shaft working his way slowly up and down the shaft then to the side then back to the underside then finally capturing George’s manhood completely as he slid it down his throat he stopped only when his nose brushed against the pubes in front of him.

Bill had likewise attacked Greg’s basket.  Greg was already in a state of mental overload.  All the training he had gone through.  His objective was to please this man before him and now kneeling there, the tables were indeed turned; Bill was servicing him, worshiping his cock, paying him the respect he previously demanded of Greg.  Craig, knowing Greg’s body so well knew just what buttons to push.

Greg didn’t know how long he could stand such pleasure from these two.

“Pull off,” ordered George.  Phil leaned back; he knew that George was close. “Get me a small paddle,” demanded George.  Phil hurried to a cabinet and pulled a paddle, similar to a ping pong paddle and handed it back to George standing in a rest position before him. “Over my knees,” barked George.  Phil maneuvered himself over George’s knees with his dick wedged between George’s legs, George’s cock forced up against Phil’s. “Count them off,” he ordered. He began his assault on Phil butt cheeks first one then the other turning then both a fiery red as Phil attempted to count the blows as quickly as he was receiving them.

Greg hit the point of no return and flooded Bill’s mouth with his cum.  Over and over he shot as Bill swallowed so as not to lose a precious drop.  As Greg climaxed, his sphincter muscles contracted holding Craig’s fingers captive in his anal cavity.

Greg looked down at Bill and grabbed him by the arm. Though Bill was certainly of greater stature than Greg, he went willingly to the side of the room where Greg shackled him into cuffs attached to a frame.  Working a wench the cuffs were pulled tight and Bill found himself spread eagle in mid air.  Pulling a cane from a nearby cabinet, Greg began to work his way from upper thighs to buttocks first laying a pattern one way and then on his return crossing each mark with a new one forming a distinct pattern on his victim. Considering his tenderizing complete, he stepped up behind Bill and plunged his dick all the way in.  Bill screamed at first then settled back to a look of pleasure as Greg forced his way in and out of Bill’s ass.  Craig kneeled in front of Bill and engulfed his cock working his way back and forth until it went completely in and down his throat. The men continued their dance until, with a scream; Bill shot his cum down Craig’s throat.  Greg was pushed over the abyss and began to flood Bill’s rectum with his cum.  Shot after shot coated the insides of the tunnel, Greg was now claiming.

With tears in his eyes Phil looked up at George who stopped his assault with the paddle.  George moved Phil into position and with but a few words of direction managed to seat Phil on his lap with his cock deeply buried high into Phil.  As they looked into each other eyes Phil rocked back and forth, George exploded; his cum barreling into Phil and pushing Phil over the edge.  Phil’s cock let forth its load and coated George’s face, then shoulders, his chest and finally his abs.  Spent, Phil leaned back and slowly lowered himself to the floor in total exhaustion.

Greg well spent but knowing Craig still needed relief, popped out of Bill and motioning to Craig to replace him at Bill’s rear.  Ramming himself into Bill, Craig began his journey to bliss as he pounded away harder and harder till he too shouted as he ejected more cum into Bill’s ass. As the quantity of cum was greater than the capacity some of his come started to ooze out around his cock,  as it continued to release volley after volley of cum.

Releasing Bill from his shackles George ordered Bill to clean up all the men.  The next half hour was spent as Bill went from man to man  and first cleaned their body and then sucked any cum available from their rosebuds.

Their bodies ravaged by the night’s activities they partook of a group shower in the adjoining shower room. Enemas were given to each other and no one was allowed to clean themselves. Warm towels massaging their bodies left each of the men ready to sleep for the night.

Sunday afternoon, as promised the four men arrived at the camp to pick up Evan and Rainbow.  Rainbow did obey better and it was quite obvious that Rainbow was fully aware that he took orders from Evan.  Just as Evan had wrapped the men around his little finger, Rainbow was at his beck and call.  The two could not be separated.

As the days progressed Rainbow refused to go anywhere his master was not to be found.  At night he slept at the foot of Evan’s bed.  During the day they played all over the grounds.  It was a good thing that it was summer as the men didn’t know just how Rainbow would take it when Evan needed to be in school during the day.  The two discovered the pool, not the swimming pool, the reflective pool in the middle of the lush garden.  They had certain times when they did swim in the swimming pool, but somehow several times a day they managed to fall into the shallow reflective pool and just couldn’t seem to pull themselves out of it until someone came along and told them too.

At night they established a routine whereby Evan was readied for bed and tucked in by his Father and all three Grandfathers.  Rainbow would take his place at the foot of the bed and Evan would soon be deep in peaceful slumber, his guard vigilant at his feet.

Since his bedtime was at eight o’clock in the evening, it wasn’t too much of a problem for the men to head over to the other wing and enjoy a little time to themselves in the playroom.  They had installed a monitor so if anything happened in Evan’s room they could hear it and respond accordingly.  Some nights they just relaxed in the hot tub allowing the weight of the day to drift away.  These evenings gave them the opportunity to discuss their plans, and life as it was developing with Evan.

The men were never afraid to show affection in front of Evan but they never allowed any hint of their BDSM proclivities to be exposed.  Evan was accepting the intermingling roles of the five of them as one of purely love.  He no longer had a worry, the men were there to answer his questions, listen to his jokes, tousle his hair and give him all the hugs he wanted.  Between them and Rainbow he didn’t know how he could receive any more love. The staff had been augmented and there were others who cared for Evan as if he were their own.  The cook especially, took to Evan and somehow always seemed to have some special treat waiting for him somewhere in the kitchen.  It was their game for him to try to find it.  Unfortunately for the cook, Evan had Rainbow’s help.  That dog could sniff out a treat from a hundred yards and never failed to help his master.

The next two weeks would in deed be busy, equipment was brought in and a special area was created in the basement of the wing opposite that which held the main living quarters for the men.  Outside access to the area,  sound proofing from the main house, full support and facilities for staff and all their needs and any thing  else the men could possibly think could be of service was readied.

At the end of the two weeks they would have their first subject.  The plans included more to come and they held many sessions too decide exactly how they would handle each case. It was decided they would institute a general policy, categorize each candidate into his general area and then make modifications based on the individual case.  They all agreed however, Jon Acres would receive the maximum they could evoke, never again would he cause someone to lose a loved one because he could not keep away from a bottle of liquor.

The time had come.  Jon Acres had been released that morning, his thirty days served as the court had ordered.  Officer Taylor even volunteered to give him a lift back to his apartment.  Jon’s car had been impounded and with the results of the accident his insurance company had totaled the car.  He didn’t have any wheels of his own, so the ride was appreciated.

It was a hot day when Officer Taylor swung by the City Jail to pick up his passenger.  He had pulled a fuse so his air conditioner wasn’t working.

“Ready to go?” asked Officer Taylor as Jon Acres strolled out the front and down the stair case from the Jail.

“Sure, 2412 Arrow Way apt c,” said Jon as he threw his small bag in the back and took the front passenger seat. “Wow could it get any hotter?

“Just a hundred degrees again today!  Sorry the air is on the fritz, you know these city cars, they don’t always keep everything running as well as they should.  I picked up some bottled water to keep hydrated, want one?

“Why not, I need something, and I don’t quite think you’d be willing to stop at a bar would you?

“Hey on duty man, you know the drill, no alcohol when I’m on the clock,” commented Taylor.

Taylor reached over and pulled a bottle out of a cooler and handed it to Jon, pulling one for himself, they both opened them and clinking them together said,” Cheers!”

It took about two blocks and Jon had slumped over. Pete observed Jon closely and just as he might have dropped the bottle from his hands Pete grabbed it and replaced the cap. A few more miles and he pulled over into an alley behind a black paneled van.  As the squad came to a halt the back door of the van opened and two men jumped out and removed Jon, his bag and the bottle from the squad.  After giving Pete the high sign, Pete backed the squad back out on the deserted street and radioed back in to dispatch that he was coming back from lunch and available for duty.

In the back of the van one of the men pulled a syringe and injected Jon.  He would stay asleep till he reached his destination.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/27/10