Taking Care of Jason

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Thanks Neil. Look forward to a new chapter.
Happy New Year!
All the very Best dear guy
Harry

 

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As I mentioned in my Stories and Update thread, this update took a direction I hadn't anticipated, but, as I got into it, I felt compelled to carry it through to completion and not to edit it for brevity. I think it's too important to cut it short.

By today, I couldn't find an end to it and it was already over 3 times the length of an average chapter in this story. So, I chopped it into 3 separate (and somewhat convenient) chapters. Two of the chapters are posted in succession below. The third chapter will be posted tomorrow (Monday).

Thanks for your patience, and, although these chapters aren't probably what you're expecting, I hope you find them as compelling to read as I found them compelling to write.

Enjoy, and take care, always.
Neil



(From Chapter 37)

We were pulling into the apartment complex and heading for the underground parking garage when James said, "Isn't that your friend?"

"Who?" I asked as I looked around.

"Where?" Jason asked as he stepped on the brakes.

"Over there," James said. "Under the tree near the fountain."

We all looked the young man rising to his feet and walking toward us.

"You're right," I said. "It is."

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 38​

The morning sun was behind Rob's back as he approached us. I couldn't see his face. It was all a silhouette. He had almost reached the car when the sun slipped behind a passing cloud and Rob's face suddenly became visible. It shocked me. I scrambled to unbuckle my seatbelt and slide over to the door, but Rob was already at the car and bent down with his arms and head inside the open window before I could get there. Up close he looked even worse.

His hair looked as though he didn't even own a comb. His eyes were all bloodshot and loose, puffy, dark bags of skin hung beneath them. If I had to name what I saw in his eyes and face, I would have to say it was an odd mixture of fear and relief, but I couldn't tell which one there was more of. His breath smelt unbrushed and stale and I can't ever remember Rob wearing wrinkled clothing. His T-shirt looked like he'd run it through an egg beater before he put it on. For the first time since I'd met him, Rob didn't look clean.

My hand reached out to him and I grabbed his forearm. "Holy shit, Rob!" I exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

He ignored my question entirely. "Thank God you're home. Where have you been?"

"Camping," I told him. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Again Rob ignored me, looking past me instead until he was looking at Jason. "I need help, Jason," he said with a slight quiver in his voice. He jerked his head toward the complex which I now called ‘home'. "Can I come in and talk to you?"

Jason's smile was kind and encouraging. "Sure you can, Robbie," he replied. "Hop in."

Rob withdrew himself from the window and reached for the door handle. There was the loud click and the door fell ajar before Rob suddenly stopped and let go of the handle. "My stuff," he said. "I've got to get my stuff." He looked back toward the tree where he'd been sitting, waiting. I could see a large, Khaki-coloured duffel bag on the ground beside the tree. A full, green garbage bag with a white twist tie closing the top leaned against the other side of the duffle. A cardboard box which looked to be a bit bigger than a beer case sat on the ground in front and Rob's blue and grey backpack leaned against the box. Two or three plastic grocery bags sat on the ground beside it.

"We'll get it, Rob," a voice said from behind me. Surprisingly, it wasn't Shawn's voice. It was James and he was already snapping open the seatbelt with one hand and opening the door with the other.

Rattles and clicks beside him told me that Shawn was unbuckling his own belt. "Go ahead up to the apartment," Shawn said. "James and I will bring his things in through the front door."

I pushed the door front open. "Come on, Rob. Get in." I tried to keep the worry out of my voice and to make it sound calm and reassuring. "Shawn and James will take good care your things."

By that time, James was outside the car and Shawn was on his way out the door. "Thank you, James," Rob said quietly.

"No probs," James replied and, with the sound of the back door being closed, he and Shawn hurried toward the tree to gather Rob's belongings.

Rob remained silent in the car and spoke very little in the elevator as we rode it up to our apartment. There was plenty of room in the elevator, but Rob stood very close to me, pressing his arm against mine. I let him do it. There was an overpowering scent of deodourant coming from him. Rob was usually a lot more subtle in his use of BO juice.

I asked him once again if he was okay and he responded with a nod and a few words this time. "I am now, Scott. I've never felt so alone in my life." It was clear that Rob had either left Tom or Tom had kicked him out. We wouldn't know which one until Rob decided to tell us. We would just have to wait.

The first thing Rob did when we got inside the apartment was to excuse himself to the bathroom. Shawn and James arrived a minute or so later, toting Rob's belongings which they piled up in the hallway.

"I don't know how he managed all this stuff by himself," Shawn commented as set about brewing a pot of coffee for us. Rob still hadn't returned by the time the coffee was ready and served so I went to get him but, as I approached the bathroom door, I could hear definite sounds of sobbing and sniffling.

I lightly rapped the door with a single knuckle and asked as calmly as I could, "Rob? Are you okay?" There was only silence before I heard the faint rustle of paper as tissues were pulled from the box on the vanity, followed by the harsh sound of Rob blowing his nose. I reached for the doorknob and turned gently. The knob turned The door wasn't locked. "I'm coming in, Rob," I told him and, before he could react and jump up and lock the door on me, I pushed it open. Rob had lowered the solid lid of the toilet seat and was sitting on it, still completely clothed. He clutched a handful of tissues from the box on the vanity as he bent himself over, resting his forearms on top of each other on his knees and resting his forehead on his arms. I stepped inside the bathroom and pushed the door closed behind me. Rob didn't budge except to grip the tissues more tightly. I knelt on the tiled floor beside him and put my right arm around his back and shoulders and my left hand on the hand the held the tissues. I gave him a gentle, friendly hug before asking in a soothing whisper, "Are you okay?"

This time, I got a slight nod out of Rob. It wasn't much, but it was enough to tell me that he was okay.

"What happened?" But still Rob wouldn't respond. I continued on a different tack. "Okay, we'll talk about that later if you feel up to it, but please tell me this, Rob. Did he hurt you?"

I was relieved to see Rob shake his head ever-so-slightly. "You swear it?" I asked.

"He didn't hurt me, Scott," Rob replied, his voice strained with tears.

I squeezed his shoulder and hand at the same time as I leaned forward to kiss his hair. Up close, it had the smell of the streets in it instead of the sweet scent of the shampoo I was so familiar with. There was also a lot more body smell under the deodourant than I was used to.

"C'mon, Rob," I said. "You'll feel a whole lot better after a nice, hot shower."

Rob yanked his hand away from mine and jerked his shoulder away from the hand on his shoulder and he spun his butt on the toilet seat and faced away from me. "Not until you leave," he said as he noisily wiped his nose with the tissues. He planted his elbows on his knees and bowed his head until his forehead rested on his upturned hands. "I don't want you to see me like this. I saw myself in the mirror and I look like shit."

I put my hand back on his shoulder. "I know, Rob," I whispered. "I saw you outside, remember? Now, c'mon. You'll look and feel a whole lot better after a shower. Trust me."

Rob didn't move or say anything for the longest time. Finally, he sniffled, and then he said very quietly, "He didn't really love me, did he, Scott?"

"No, Rob," I replied. "I don't think he did."

Rob sniffled again, sat up straight and wiped his nose again, then slowly turned toward me. My hand slid down his back and around his side until it came to rest on his thigh. He looked like shit, even more like shit than he did before, but he looked sad a whole lot more. I knelt there beside him, looking into his soggy, bloodshot eyes. "I really wanted him to be my ‘Jason'."

I pulled him into my arms and hugged him hard. His cheek settled on my right shoulder and his own arms hugged me back. "You'll find your ‘Jason'," I assured him. "And when you do, you'll be as lucky and as happy as I am."

We held each other for a long time. As long as Rob needed to hold me. Finally he pushed himself back and even managed a weakish and embarrassed smile as he looked at me. "Sorry for being such a wuss," he apologised.

"Sorry for not having seen the truth earlier," I told him.

"That's okay. He was pretty good at hiding it."

"So were you," I said as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward me so I could give him a good, friendly smooch on his cheek. "Now. Ready for that shower?"

Rob's smile was shy, but genuine. "Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone."

"Sure. Do you have any clean clothes somewhere out there in that stuff Shawn and James brought in?"

"Yeah," he replied as he looked down at the white tiles on the floor. "Um. . . In the. . . um. . . the. . . um. . . duffel. In my duffel bag."

"Okay. I'll have Shawn bring it in. Want anything else? Something to eat?"

He said "no", but I had seen the glint of betrayal in his eye. "I'm okay."

I smiled back at him and pulled him in for another kiss, this time right on the lips. I stood up and went to the door, opening it and calling out for Shawn. He was standing in front of me only a moment later, as if he had been standing there, just outside the door and waiting in case he was needed.

"Yes, Sir?" he said softly.

"Could you bring me Rob's duffel bag and our coffees?" I asked. "And do you think you could rustle up some grub?" My head jerked slightly backward to indicate Rob.

Shawn nodded that he understood. "Of course."

He turned away, but I stopped him. "Oh, and could you tell Jason we'll be out after Rob's had a shower?"

"Of course, Sir. Just call me if you need me."

I left the door ajar and went back to Rob and began helping him undress. Shawn brought the duffel bag and coffee mugs a minute or so later, pushing open the door with his foot. He excused himself and set the bag inside the door and the coffee mugs on the vanity. A moment later, the door was closed all the way and Shawn was gone.

I stood outside the shower door, talking to Rob as he showered and got himself clean. I did most of the talking, telling him about our camping adventure. As I had suspected, he looked a whole lot better when he came out of the shower and seemed in a much better mood. His eyes were still bloodshot and swollen, but at least he was smiling a freshly-brushed and minty mouth-washed smile. I greeted him with two fluffy-white towels. I tossed the smaller one over his head and he began drying his clean, silky, blond hair and I started drying the rest of him with the bigger towel.

A few minutes later, dressed and refreshed and looking much more human, Rob and I walked back out to the livingroom to join the others. I had my arm around his shoulder and he had his arm around my waist. I took my place beside Jason on the sofa, resting my arm on his thigh with my elbow nudging the mound at his crotch the way it usually did when I sat beside him. Rob sat on my other side. He still sat very close. I think he needed the contact. An instant later, Shawn came in from the kitchen and set a plate of leftover lasagna and some garlic bread made from hamburger buns on the coffee table in front of Rob. He apologised for the fact that the garlic rolls weren't made from the proper bread.

"I'm sure they're delicious," Rob said as he grabbed up one of the rolls, ripped it in half, and stuffed the torn-off piece into his mouth. He picked up the plate of lasagna and attacked it with his fork. From the glint in his eye a short time earlier back in the bathroom, I had suspected that Rob was hungry. I hadn't expected him to be so ravenous. Garfield the cartoon cat couldn't have sucked up that lasagna faster than Rob did.

Shawn brought in fresh mugs of coffee for me and Rob and rejoined James on the other sofa. I glanced at Jason and he mouthed the word ‘hungry'. I nodded, then we sat back and waited for Rob to finish eating. It didn't take too long. Before long, he was sitting back against the sofa and rubbing his belly and complimenting the left-over pasta treat with a sizeable belch. He turned down Shawn's offer for a second helping as Shawn gathered up the plates and utensils and the bowl of hand-grated cheese. James followed him into the kitchen, leaving us to ourselves so Rob might feel more comfortable talking to us.

"So," Jason began. "What's this about you needing help?"

Rob shifted himself around until he was sitting diagonally with his left arm over the back of the sofa behind me. "Well, I guess you've figured out that I'm not with Tom anymore."

"What happened, Rob?" I asked. "Did he take it out on you after Jason kicked him out of here?"

Rob looked at me and shook his head. "That was just an act, Scott. I thought he was really mad, too, then he started bragging about. . . well, you know. . . what he did with Jason. I'm really sorry that happened, Jason."

"No need for you to apologise, Robbie," Jason said. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes, I did. I lied to both of you." Rob's voice was suddenly sad again. "Tom never had any intention of letting you fuck him, you know."

"But he said. . ." Jason began. I could feel the muscles in his thigh tensing up.

Rob held up his hand to quiet him. "He said a lot of things, but they were all lies. You were a challenge to him, Jason. That's all. He loves fucking, and fucking you was like winning the lottery. He's used to fucking guys like me. Anyways, he fucked you and now he has bragging rights, but you fucking him back was never part of his plan."

"What if I'd wanted to fuck him like he said I could?"

Rob looked directly at Jason and replied, "He knew you'd never do anything to him that he didn't want you to do. I would have let you fuck me instead."

"You?" I said. There was no hiding the shock and surprise in my voice. "But Jason scares the hell out of you, Rob! You're terrified that he would rip you apart!"

"And I still am," Rob admitted as he looked past me toward Jason. "You still scare the hell out of me, Jason, but I loved Tom more than I was afraid of you. I would have let you do it because Tom told. . . er. . . asked me to. All I wanted to do was to make Tom happy. And now I really am fucked and I need help. If you let me stay here for awhile, you can do anything you want to me. Anything. And I'll do anything you want me to do, no matter what."

"So," Jason said calmly, "if I wanted to fuck your ass as hard as Tom Boy fucked mine, you'd let me?"

"As hard as you want, as long as you want, as often as you want."

"And I could fuck your face just as hard if I wanted to?"

Rob gulped and glanced down at Jason's crotch which was mostly hidden by my arm, but he said, "If that's what you want. Look, Jason, I'm not going to lie. I'm scared. But I don't have any money and I don't have anywhere to go. I can't pay you any rent or anything, but I can make you feel real good. Just ask Scott. As long as you let me stay here, I'll do anything you want. You won't regret it. It wouldn't be for very long. At least not until Mom gets back and I can talk her into letting me move back home. Maybe a week or two. No more than a month. Three months tops. She's still kinda pissed off at me running off with Tom. She never really liked him very much. She said she didn't trust him." He paused and looked at his coffee mug on the table. "I guess should have listened to her."

Jason settled down into the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table and crossing his ankles. He crossed his arms over his massive chest and stared straight ahead at the blank screen of the television set. "Did he kick you out or did you leave on your own?"

"A bit of both, I suppose. It's a long story."

"We have lots of time."

"Okay. Anyways, like I said before, I really thought Tom was really pissed when we left on Saturday night, but as soon as we got in the elevator. . . ."

To Be Continued​

 

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TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 39​

"Your friends are idiots," Tom said as he did a little victory dance in the elevator as it descended to the lobby. "They fell for it hook, line, and sinker!" He thrust his right arm into the air in a victory salute.

"Please don't call them that, Tom," Rob said timidly. Unlike Tom, Rob was rather upset at the way the day had turned out. "They're my best friends. They've always been kind to me." He knew he'd made a mistake the moment he'd said it.

"Are you contradicting me? I'm your best friend, Robert. I'm the one who takes care of you. Not them. Besides, I gave you a fuckin' blowjob, didn't I? Even if it was just for show. You should be grateful."

"I am." Rob's voice was barely audible. He didn't like it when Tom used his full name.

If Tom heard what Rob had said, he ignored it entirely. "Just don't expect another one any time soon. That one was just a special treat for lining up my date with Jason. Sometimes you have to pay big for what you really want. Man, old Tully's gonna die when I tell him who I fucked tonight. Can you believe it?" Tom cupped his right hand over his crotch and squeezed. His cock was stiffening in celebration of its conquest. "This cock was shoved up Jason's ass! This cock! Fucking the hell out of hard-assed Jason! Never thought I'd ever have a change at a guy like him. Best fuck I've ever had. Hot and tight and he loved every single inch I gave him. Did you hear him squealing? Man. He couldn't get enough of me! I could have fucked that ass all weekend long. It's going to be like going from a Porsche to a Yugo when I go back to fucking you."

"Sorry," Rob muttered apologetically.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. And I sure won tonight. I fucked Jason!"

Rob clenched his eyes shut, hoping Tom didn't see the flash of disappointment in his face.

The next morning, Sunday, as Rob was serving breakfast, Tom took a big gulp of coffee, smacked the mug on the table and sloshed coffee onto it. Both he and Rob wore only a matching pair of plaid boxer shorts. "I don't want you going back there again," Tom said suddenly.

"Back where?" Rob asked as he reached for a cloth to wipe up the spilt coffee.

"Jason's place. Don't go back there again."

"Why not?"

"Because that freaky-eyed Scott sucks you off too much and I don't want you getting used to it. He's as big an idiot as Jason is. I mean, that guy would blow anything with a cock."

"He didn't blow you," Rob thought silently and then chastised himself for having such thoughts. Tom took really good care of him and Rob loved him so much.

"Just stay away from there from now on, you hear? Better yet, stay away from him at school, too."

"But Scott is my best friend," Rob complained as Tom took another gulp of coffee and again he knew he'd made a big mistake as soon as he said it. One of these days, he'd learn to keep his mouth shut.

"I'm the only friend you need, Robert!" Tom shouted as he rose to his feet, slamming the mug down with such force that it shattered and coffee went flying everywhere, including the breakfast plates.

Rob jumped back and raised his arms protectively against the flying ceramic shards. Tom rounded the table and grabbed Rob's right wrist in his left fist and jerked Rob closer. His right hand flew up to Rob's neck and locked itself around it. His eyes burned with anger and fury as he practically lifted Rob off the floor. Their noses were mere millimetres away from each other and Rob had to stretch up on his tiptoes just to maintain contact with the floor.

"You just keep your fuckin' mouth shut and do as you're told!" Tom sneered in voice not quiet loud enough for the neighbours to hear. There was fire in his eyes. Tears began to gather in Rob's. "You're nothing without me, Robert, and you know it! Nothing!! Now get this fuckin' mess cleaned up and make me another breakfast. And don't bother making anything for yourself. Maybe a little hunger will remind you that I'm the boss here. Your job is to do what I tell you to do and not to see who I don't want you to see. Now, get your sorry ass busy and make my breakfast and bring it to the bedroom."

With a shove of his arm, Tom pushed Rob back and away from him. Rob stumbled backwards, bumping into the refrigerator. Glass jars and bottles inside the refrigerator clinked and bumped into each other but, fortunately, there was no sound of shattering glass. Tom abruptly turned and left the kitchen.

Rob leaned against the refrigerator for a few moments, rubbing his neck where Tom's hand had been only moments earlier. He knew there wouldn't be any visible marks within an hour or so. There were never any marks - at least not where anyone would be able to see. Tom was always very careful about that. No-one knew. Nobody suspected.

But Rob loved Tom so much. He was used to Tom's temper, his occasional outbursts. All couples went through some rough times. That's what couples do. He knew Tom would never really hurt him. He wouldn't. He knew Tom loved him too much to truly hurt him. He undoubtedly deserved the little punishments he received when he failed in his duties. He would just have to be a little more diligent in the future, and he would have to remember to work a little bit harder to keep Tom happy in bed. A little reciprocation once in awhile would be nice - like the blowjob Tom had given him at Scott's place the day before. That had been a pleasant and unexpected surprise. But Rob didn't really mind. Not really. When Tom did give him a blowjob, it was wonderful and well worth waiting for. Tom wasn't very good at it. Not like Scott. Rob knew Tom didn't really like giving blowjobs. But it felt good. Besides, Tom took good care of him and provided for him in many other ways. Rob didn't mind doing a little extra for the man he loved - the man who took care of him. He was a little concerned about Tom telling him that he couldn't see Scott anymore, but he doubted that it would last long. He would simply work extra hard to make Tom extra happy the rest of the day and all would be forgotten by suppertime and he and Scott would go on being best of friends and everyone would be happy.

Rob was almost cheerful again as he scrambled about cleaning up the mess he'd caused and then set about making Tom's favourite breakfast: Two eggs over easy, lightly salted and sprinkled with freshly ground pepper from three twists of the pepper mill, four slices of not-quite-crisp bacon, two slices of lightly-browned toast spread with butter and three-fruit marmalade, and Columbian coffee with a dash of real cream and two level spoons of sugar. When it was prepared, he arranged the food neatly on an oven-warmed plate and set everything on a bed tray. He carried it into the bedroom, setting it over the outstretched legs of the man he loved. Sunday morning cartoons were playing on the television which sat atop a long dresser at the foot of the bed.

As Rob turned to go back to the kitchen, Tom said, "Wait here until I'm finished eating. And put on some shorts or something. I don't want to see you in your underwear while I'm eating. You keep moving and flashing your dick at me."

Rob knew Tom didn't really mean it. He was just teaching him a lesson he should have learnt a long time ago. Without a word, he went to the dresser beneath the television, opened one of the top drawers, and pulled out a pair of tight cut-off shorts.

"Not those," Tom said. "Something looser. I don't want to see any trace of that thing I sucked last night. I still can't get the taste out of my mouth."

Rob returned the shorts to the dresser and pulled out a baggy pair of black and grey shorts which extended to his knees. He held them up for Tom's approval and got it. He pulled them on and returned to his spot beside the bed and waited silently for Tom to finish eating. When at last the plate was scraped clean and the mug was drained, Rob reached for the tray.

"Leave the tray. Bring me another coffee then do the dishes. When you're done those, you can sit in your chair and think about everything you've done wrong."

Rob did as instructed and, when he was finished, pulled his chair away from the table, set it in the corner beside the refrigerator opposite the kitchen doorway, turned, and sat down with his hands trapped palms-down beneath his thighs. Tom liked Rob to sit on his hands. That way, Rob couldn't pass the time giving himself any unnecessary pleasure.

With nothing else to do, Rob sat and watched the minutes change on the microwave clock. He'd created his own game by counting seconds in his mind to see how closely he could come to guessing a real minute. He'd got pretty good at it over the past few months. The clock change sixty-seven times before Tom came back into the kitchen. It was just before noon. Tom's hard cock led the way, sticking out through the slot in his boxer shorts. Rob knew the routine well. As Tom approached, straddling Rob's thighs, Rob simply opened his mouth and let Tom shove his cock inside. Tom's fingers entangled themselves in Rob's golden hair and guided Rob's mouth to his pleasure. Rob, as usual, continued to sit on his hands and let it happen.

Tom fucked Rob's mouth as he had fucked Jason's ass the day before, slamming his crotch into Rob's face with no concern over Rob's discomfort. His only intention was to empty his balls of their load, and that moment came very quickly that morning. "Don't swallow it," Tom grunted as his orgasm approached. "Keep it in your mouth this time."

Moments later, Tom's cock began to unload and Rob did his best to capture it in his mouth and to prevent it from sliding down his throat. It was a challenge, but he succeeded for the most part. When Tom's orgasm finally abated and his cock began to shrink, he pulled it out and wiped both his semen and Rob's saliva over Rob's face. He grabbed a handful of Rob's soft, silken hair to give his cock a final wipe clean with. Before he left the room again, he bent at the waist until he was face-to-face and eye-to-eye with Rob. He pressed his thumb against Rob's chin and pulled down. Rob obediently opened his mouth, displaying the creamy white semen collected there. Tom smiled victoriously then closed Rob's mouth and lightly patted his cheek with his fingertips. "Now, keep it there until I tell you to swallow it. Maybe then it will get through that thick skull of yours who the king of this castle is. Remember. I was the one who fucked your good buddy, Jason. I was the one who made him bow down and take my cock up his ass like the cock-loving fag whore he is. I was the one who had Jason bragging to Scott about how big my cock is and how good it felt in his asshole. I was the one who turned him on so much that he couldn't even wait to stick his cock up Scott's ass. It was me, Robert! Me! And don't you ever forget it."

With that, Tom turned around and walked back toward the bedroom.

It was almost an hour and a half later before Tom returned to the kitchen. He stood in front of Rob and said, "Open." Rob opened his mouth and Tom bent down for a closer look. "Wider." Rob obliged. "Not much left, but I suppose you did your best. You can swallow it now." Tom stood up straight again, reached into the slot in his boxers, and pulled out his stiffening cock. "Make room for the next load," he sneered.

Rob swallowed and asked hopefully. "May I go to the bathroom first?"

"You can go later. Right now, you're going to suck my cock again like you were born to do."

Rob obediently sat in his chair and gave Tom the blowjob he desired. He used his tongue and lips and throat and cheeks and teeth in all the ways which he knew would please Tom the most. "Swallow it this time," Tom groaned only moments before his throbbing cock began to spew its fluids into Rob's mouth for the second time that day and Rob drank it all. This time, there was wasn't much left for Tom to wipe on Rob's face except for a little bit of leftover spit.

There was little ceremony following Tom's orgasm. He promptly tucked himself away into his boxers once again, turned away from Rob without a word, and began to walk to the open doorway and back to what he was doing earlier.

"Tom?" Rob said meekly.

Tom stopped in his tracks. His shoulders slumped and his head tilted back in annoyed exasperation. "What the fuck do you want now!?"

"May I please go to the bathroom? I really have to pee."

Tom's head tilted forward until his chin rested on his upper chest. He sucked in a huge, frustrated breath and was silent for a time before responding. Without looking around, he said, "Do you have to piss so bad that it's starting to dribble?"

There was an anxious and deafening pause. Rob's response was barely above a whisper. "No."

"Then shut the fuck up and don't call me again until it does!"

That time came less than forty-five minutes later. Rob's body quivered as he sat on the wooden chair, his hands still tucked beneath his legs. Now, though, his fingers were curled into fists and his nails dug themselves into his palms in an effort to divert his mind away from the pressure he was feeling. Unfortunately, the more he tried not to think about his need to take a leak, the more he actually did. His eyes were clenched shut and his lips were pressed tightly together. They quivered with effort and concentration. His nostrils pulsated with the short, frantic breaths he was taking. His thighs were squeezed tightly together, squeezing the head of his cock which was trapped between them in an attempt to stem the building pressure in his bladder.

"Tom?" he called out weakly. His moist eyes were now cracked open and staring intensely at the foggy, tear-distorted kitchen doorway. His voice was strained, weak, and tense. He was terrified to speak too loudly for fear that it would cause his straining bladder to release its contents. When there was no response from Tom, no sight, no sound of approaching footsteps, he desperately called out the name again with much more force and volume, still struggling to hold back the rising tide growing inside him.

He watched in anxious relief as Tom appeared in the doorway a short time later. He watched impatiently as Tom leisurely crossed his arms over his bare chest and hooked one shin over the other over the other as he leaned his right shoulder against the door jamb. Rob thought he could see a wicked, evil, sneering grin on Tom's face. "Little Baby got to go wee wee now?" Tom chided. "Is Baby about to pee his pants?"

"Tom, please," Rob begged weakly, tears still building in his eyes and beads of sweat beginning to drip down his forehead and cheeks and nose.

Tom's grin disappeared. "Stop your snivelling, Robert. It's unbecoming, even for a little baby." He uncrossed his arms and legs and stood straight as he began a slow, torturous walk toward Rob. "You have to learn how important it is not to question my decisions, Robert. My authority. I don't like it when you do that. When I make a decision or tell you to do something, I expect you to accept it and do it without question or complaint. I don't expect you to tell me you don't like it or don't want to do it. That's the way love works, Robert. You love me and that's the price you have to pay. That's what it love is all about."

Tom stopped in front of Rob, towering above him for a moment or two until he bent over at the waist and planted his hands firmly on Rob's thighs. Rob bore the extra weight but gritted his teeth and clamped his lips tight as Tom's face moved forward, closer and closer, until Rob could see nothing other than Tom's eyes.

"Nobody cares for you the way I do, Robert. Nobody." His voice was frighteningly calm. "You're too much of a wimp for Jason to even bother with you. He needs a real man like me to make him happy. Not some peanut-dick like you who couldn't fuck his way out of a wet paper bag. And the only reason Scott pays any attention to you is because of the way you drool over him all the time. I'm not surprised, though. It can't be easy for him the way Jason has him wrapped around his little finger like that. I don't know why Scott puts up with it. I certainly wouldn't. But most of all, Robert, not even your own mother cares about you as much as I do. If she did, she never would have said what she did when you moved in with me. No, Robert, I'm all you've got, and I'm the one with all the power. I'm the one who takes such good care of you. I'm the only one you need. That's why you love me so much, and don't you ever forget it."

Rob's lips barely moved as he spoke. "Tom, please. I can't. . ."

"I'm not stopping you, Robert. You can't hold it any longer? You can piss any time you want." Yet, Tom's weight continued to press down on Rob's quivering legs.

Rob's voice squeaked. He was swiftly losing his battle. "Not here, Tom. Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want."

"Oh, I know you will, Robert. You always do. But, you see? Your choices are down to zero now, Robert. Which one is stronger - me or your bladder?"

"Please, Tom." But even as he spoke the words, Rob could feel warm fluid flowing into his penis and racing toward the tip and he knew the battle was lost. And that's when he hung his head low, closed his eyes, and began to cry. His body began to heave in helpless, defeated sobs as the floodgates of his bladder burst open. An acrid smell reached his nostrils as his urine gushed out of his cock. He could feel it flowing over his balls and his thighs and down into the valley between his butt cheeks, soaking into the material of the shorts he wore.

Tom stood up, looking down at Rob and smiling to himself as he watched the dark, liquid circle growing at Rob's crotch, expanding outward from the source like ripples from a pebble tossed into a pond.

Rob slumped in resignation and defeat. He had lost. All he could do was to sit there in his piss and humiliation and let it happen to completion.

"You are so pathetic," Tom announced in a disgusted voice when it was clear that Rob was finished. "I don't know how you managed to get so far in life without me." He made pitiful clicks of his tongue. "Now, tell me how much you love me."

Rob's head continued to hang down. His words were almost muffled. "I love you, Tom."

"I can't hear you."

"I love you, Tom," Rob repeated.

"How much?"

"With all my heart."

There was a long, triumphant pause. "Yes," Tom said quietly. Rob couldn't see it, but he knew there was a smile on Tom's face as he spoke the words. "I know you do, Robert. Now, look at me." Rob slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. "I want you to sit there in your piss and filth and think about what your life would be like if you didn't have me to take care of you. I'm going to get a shower and wash your stink off me and then I'm going out for a few hours. When I'm gone, I want you to get yourself and that mess cleaned up. I'll be back at five o'clock sharp for supper and I expect it to be on the table when I walk through the door. And I want clean clothes for work tonight laid out on the bed. No phone calls while I'm gone and don't answer it if it rings. Let the answering machine handle it. Got all that?"

Rob nodded. "Yes."

Tom smiled then, a friendly, satisfied smile. He reached out his hand and patted Rob several times on the top of his head much as a master pats the head of his pet dog. "There's a good boy." He leaned even closer and turned his head to one side. Rob knew what to do. He stretched himself up to kiss Tom on the cheek before Tom turned on his heels and left Rob alone.

Rob cried again, and he was still crying when Tom left the apartment with a slam of the door. Rob knew he was alone and that he should get busy, but he had been thinking and he still had some thinking to do. The thoughts and memories had come unbidden. They were right there at the forefront of his mind where they had been lingering for a very long time. As much as he had tried to ignore them, they had taunted him. He chose not to ignore them this time and now they screamed in his mind and blocked out everything else.

"Please, Jason, let him go. Don't hurt him. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just let him go. Please, Jason. Don't hurt him."

= = = = =

"Your friends are idiots! They fell for it hook, line, and sinker!"

= = = = =

"Hi, I'm Rob."
"Scott."
"Jason said you'd give me a blowjob if I wanted one."
"Would you like one?"
"I've never had one before."
"Then I would like to give you your first one."

= = = = =

"This cock! Fucking the hell out of hard-assed Jason! Best fuck I've ever had. It's going to be like going from a Porsche to a Yugo when I go back to fucking you."
"Sorry."
"Yeah, well, sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose."

= = = = =

"Forget Will. Stick with Scott. He doesn't stink."
"Yeah, well, I don't think Will would be very happy if I walked away. He doesn't have many friends, either."
"Do you want to get away from him?"
"I had to tell him my grandparents were coming for a visit just to get away today."
"Walk away. He won't bother you anymore."
"Believe him, Rob. If you want to get away from him, he won't touch you."
"Thank you. Why are you doing all this for me?"
"I take care of my friends."

= = = = =

"Nobody cares for you the way I do, Robert. Nobody. You're too much of a wimp for Jason to even bother with you. And the only reason Scott pays any attention to you is because of the way you drool over him all the time. But most of all, Robert, not even your own mother cares about you as much as I do. No, Robert, I'm all you've got, and I'm the one with all the power. I'm the one who takes such good care of you. I'm the only one you need. That's why you love me so much, and don't you ever forget it."

= = = = =

"I'd like to see you naked, Rob, but you don't have to if you don't want to."
"You really want to see me naked?"
"Yes. Ever since you asked me if I would give you a blowjob that day in the parking lot."
"Thanks for that, by the way. I thought Jason was going to kill me. I guess I owe you one."
"You don't owe me anything, Rob."

= = = = =

"I don't want to see any trace of that thing I sucked last night. I still can't get the taste out of my mouth."

= = = = =

"Christ, man. Don't you ever do anything for Robby?"
"Sure. I fuck him whenever he wants and, when he gets too horny, I jerk him off."
"Don't you ever blow him? Or let him fuck you?"
"First of all, no-one fucks my ass, Dude. And second, I don't really like sucking cock. I only do it when I really have to. Like when Rob tells me I can't fuck him if I don't."
"I can't believe I let you fuck me! I thought you were gay!"
"I am. But I'm not a fag like my favourite little cocksucker, here. Come on, Rob, get your mouth busy again. Daddy needs to wash your tonsils again."
"That's it! Get your sorry ass out of my house!"
"Jason, please don't."
"He's using you, Robby. Don't you see that? You deserve better than this asshole!"
"But he loves me."
"How do you know? Has he ever told you?"
"Well, no, but he lets me live at his place and he takes care of me."

= = = = =

"When I make a decision or tell you to do something, I expect you to accept it and do it without question or complaint. I don't expect you to tell me you don't like it or don't want to do it. That's the way love works, Robert. You love me and that's the price you have to pay. That's what it love is all about."

= = = = =

"You don't deserve this, Rob. He's using you."
"I have nowhere else to go."
"You can stay here until you find another place."
"Make up your mind fast. I'm outa here."
"I'd better go."
"We're here if you need us."

= = = = =

"Not here, Tom. Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want."
"Oh, I know you will, Robert. You always do. But, you see? Your choices are down to zero now, Robert. Which one is stronger - me or your bladder?"

= = = = =

"I saw Jason's face, Scott. There was a lot more there than friendly protection. There was a lot more than a deal between the two of you. He's your lover, isn't he? You don't have to say anything. I know. You and Jason are lovers. Don't worry. I won't say anything. But, I need to know something, Scott. Does he treat you the way he did when I was there?"
"No."
"It was all a show."
"Yes. Sorry."

= = = = =

"You are so pathetic."
"I love you, Tom."
"I take care of my friends."
"You are so pathetic."
"You don't deserve this, Rob. He's using you."
"With all my. . ."
"We're here if you need us."
"You are so pathetic."
"He didn't really love me, did he, Scott?"
"You are so pathetic."
"No, Rob. I don't think he did."
"You are so pathetic."

Nobody heard Rob's pained cry of anguish - not even Mrs. Burnett (who lived two doors down the hall) as she passed Rob's closed and locked apartment door, struggling with her yappy little black Pomeranian named Pompom, which, at eleven years of age, still didn't know the meaning of the word ‘heel'.

To Be Continued​

 

[ronboy]

Holy cow, Neil!

I am emotionally drained after reading this...

It's some of your most powerful work, yet...

I can't wait to see what happens next...

 

[Trent0n1]

Damn Neil...it's been a long while since I read Taking care of Jason...so glad to see you're writing it again. A most enjoyable catch up for me!

 

[gsdx]

Before I get into the next chapter, I'd like to explain about Tom. I never liked him from the moment I created him. I couldn't figure him out and I had no idea what to do with him. Usually my characters and their stories act themselves out in my head, but Tom left me with nothing.

As I wrote his little visit at Jason's place, I found it to be some of the most difficult and unfulfilliing writing I've ever had to do. I didn't want him in my story anymore but I didn't know how to get rid of him. I didn't even know what was going to happen after he told Jason that nobody fucks him. I wrote that just to get rid of him so I could concentrate of Shawn and James.

I didn't want to get rid of Rob, though. I liked Rob. But I didn't want to kill off Tom, either. That would have been easy, I suppose. And then I wrote about Rob waiting for them on their front lawn. I was just going to have Rob leave him and he'd be all happy and upbeat. But then, as I started writing and Rob began behaving and talking so strangely and giving hints about abuse, I knew I had it. I went back and rewrote the beginning and changed his appearance and his mood and everything else fell into place. Before I knew it, I had written almost 4 full chapters in one.

I almost nixed the whole idea. I didn't think anyone would sit and read it after everything that had come before, but I've received so many PMs from people who identified with portions of my stories and I was able to help them deal with so many things I could never have imagined.

Abuse in a relationship isn't always physical. It can be mental, too. It's all about control and helplessness. I decided to take the change and go with these chapters on the chance that someone out there might read them and benefit by them.

Enjoy and, as always, take care.
Neil

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 40​

"I feel sick," Shawn announced. He had rejoined us quite some time ago when he came in to refill our coffee cups and became engrossed in Rob's tale and now sat on the other sofa with James. "Why didn't you leave a long time ago, Rob?"

Rob just hung his head and remained silent. Jason answered for him. "It's not always that easy, Shawn. Some people caught up in abusive relationships stick it out for years before they can't take it anymore and walk out. Some are more afraid of leaving the relationship and being on their own than staying in it. Sort of ‘the devil you know'. They feel safer with what they're used to. Some are simply too ashamed to leave. Then there are those who leave in a pine box. Rob was lucky. He saw what was really happening and got out before it was too late. Before Tom had more of a grip on him."

"Okay," James said, "but I've been working beside Tom all these months and I had no idea he was like that. I can't even imagine him doing something like that. He was always such a nice guy. How could we not know?"

"They're very good at keeping it hidden."

James continued. "But surely he would have slipped up sometimes. Or even Rob. There would have been some clues."

Jason's response was blunt, but powerful. "Look at Jeffrey Dahmer and John Gacy. They left lots of clues and nobody picked up on ‘em until it was too late. By the time somebody put all the pieces together, dozens of young men were dead. People like Tom are manipulators, James. They're magicians. They let people see only what they want them to see, and they usually have such a hold on their victims that they have little choice but to play along. Come to think of it," Jason said as he looked directly at Rob, "I bet that blowjob he gave you here the other night was more for our benefit than yours, right?"

Rob looked down at his lap and didn't answer.

"That's what I thought," Jason added.

I moved my hand to Rob's leg and gently rubbed it. "Don't be ashamed, Rob. Tom conned us all."

"Except Mom," Rob muttered quietly. "She was the only one who saw through him. She didn't care that I was into guys. She sorta knew that years ago. But she didn't like it when I moved in with Tom. She called him ‘Eddie Haskell', whoever that is."

I left my hand where it was. A few moments passed in silence, then Shawn asked, "What made you finally decide to leave, Rob?"

Rob wiped his nose on the bundle of tissues he still held in his fist, took a deep breath, and continued his story. "Tom went for his shower and I was left sitting there in the kitchen, thinking about what had happened and feeling sorry for myself. My thoughts kept coming back to you two." He looked up at me and Jason. "I kept remembering how Jason used to treat you in the beginning, and when Tom started treating me the same way after I moved in with him, I thought that was the way it was supposed to happen. I guess I was just stupid to think that way. Anyways, it was just little things in the beginning - Tom telling me the way he liked things being done and complaining when I didn't do it right, or if I forgot - stuff like that. I thought it was a matter of trying to get used to living with each other. But, the more I did for Tom, the more he expected me to do and the more he started punishing me if I screwed up. And he started doing less for me. I mean, I knew he didn't really like giving blowjobs and I knew anal sex with him was out of the question, but I didn't really mind. I liked giving him blowjobs and I liked getting screwed. I used to jerk off at those times. Then he put a stop to that, too. He said it was too distracting and it took my attention away from him. I was allowed to jerk off alone once a week. Tom said it made me suck harder when I was horny. Stupid me, I did it because I loved him and wanted to make him happy.

"But then I saw the way Jason changed when you were in the hospital, Scott. You know, after Will attacked you and you told me the truth about you and Jason. I saw how Jason did as much for you as you did for him because he really loved you. He sucked you and he let you screw him and everything. That was the way I had always imagined it. So I told Tom about it one night and I asked him when our relationship was going to change, too. That's when the lessons and punishments really became more serious. That the first time he kept me tied up to a kitchen chair. I was tied there for three whole days. He only untied me three times a day so I could make his breakfast and cook his lunch, and dinner. After we'd eaten and I'd done the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, he let me use the bathroom. And then he would tie me up again."

"But he untied you so you could go to bed, right?" a stunned James asked.

A solemn Rob slowly shook his head back and forth.

"Fuck me," James gasped. He spoke for all of us.

"That was the time Tom phoned you and told you I had the flu, Scott. It kinda scared me and I didn't think it was normal, but I really loved Tom. I was sure things would change and we would become more like you. But there were a lot more lessons and punishments after that and I started to think that maybe Tom was enjoying them too much. It was like he was finding excuses to do it. That night he made me. . . you know, pee my pants, was the worst. That really scared me. It wasn't punishment anymore. All of a sudden, Tom even had control over when and where I went to the bathroom. Even a pet cat goes to the bathroom when he wants to and not when he's told he can. Anyways, it was supposed to teach me that Tom was taking care of me, but all I could think about was you guys and how you've always been kind to me. Especially you, Scott."

Rob put his hand over mine and held it there as if he was afraid I'd take it away from his leg. "You've been taking care of me from the day I met you in that field. I mean, I was getting ready to practically rape you just so I could get my first blowjob, and yet you were still nice to me after that when you should have been hating my guts. Like that time in the parking lot when Jason had hold of me and I thought he was going to kill me? You begged him to let me go. You actually put yourself in danger for me just so he wouldn't hurt me. And then you gave me my first blowjob after that and you really looked like you enjoyed doing it. Like you really wanted to do it for me. You've been taking care of me and protecting me all this time, Scott, and you've never asked for anything in return. There I was, trying so hard to convince you how much Tom loved me and all that time you were the one who really did. And I couldn't even see it. If it wasn't for you. . ."

He squeezed my hand so tight that I could feel his fingernails biting into my palm. I didn't stop him.

"So, Rob," Jason said breaking the silence, "that was two days ago. What happened between Sunday night and you turning up in our front yard today with your undies in a garbage bag?"

"Well," Rob continued stoically, "after I had that revelation about you guys, I knew I was going to have to do some serious thinking about what it meant. I mean, I could see what you two guys were willing to do for each other. Even Shawn. You'd have to be blind not to see how much he loves you and what he would do for you. And Jason. You risked everything for Scott. School. Your reputation. Maybe even your inheritance. You even went to jail for him. Hell, I think you even would give up this place and all your money and live in a cardboard box in some alleyway on the streets if it meant you could still be with Scott."

"You'd be right," Jason said beside me.

"Anyways, I sat there thinking about what love meant for you and I didn't see any of that with Tom and me. Don't get me wrong. I liked doing everything I did for him. I really liked making him feel good. I got off on it. But it was the way he treated me when we weren't having sex. I wanted him to treat me like you treat Scott. I wanted Tom to hold me and cuddle me and make me feel wanted. I wanted to feel loved. I know it's hard for some people to tell somebody else they love them, but at least they usually show it in other ways by doing things for them. Holding someone down and making them piss their pants didn't seem to be one of them.

"Anyways, I finally decided to risk it and ask Tom if he loved me. I had to know for sure. But I'd sort of lost track of time and saw that Tom would be home in about an hour and I had a lot to do before he got there. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen first, then grabbed a quick, hot shower. I didn't feel really clean, but I didn't feel quite so dirty anymore. There wasn't any time to worry about that. I had to really hurry to get Tom's supper cooked and on the table. I was just starting to serve it up for him when he came back home and he made me stand there and watch him eat again because it wasn't on the table like he'd said it was supposed to be. I don't think I could have eaten anything that night anyways even if he'd said I could. My stomach was doing flip flops all over the place.

"I stood there and kept my mouth shut waiting for the right time to ask him and trying to keep myself from puking all over me and the floor. I already knew I'd be in trouble for asking him and there would probably be more punishment later, but I didn't care. I didn't think I could go on anymore not knowing. Anyways, the question just sort of popped out when I was setting his apple pie and ice cream on the table in front of him. Tom didn't get mad like I thought he would. He just laughed at me and said, ‘Are you kidding me?" and he called me an idiot like you guys. He said, ‘I let you live here for free and sleep in my bed and eat my food and have more sex than you could ever want and you have to ask me that stupid question?' I told him I needed to hear him say it and then he got mad and accused me of calling him a liar because he had already just said it. Then he told me I needed to cool down a bit and he undid my pants and stuck his fingertips in my underwear and pulled the waistband out and dumped his pie and ice cream right in them. Then he did my pants back up and mashed his hand on my crotch until all the pie and ice cream was mushed up really good and then he made me get him more. I had to stand in my spot again until he was finished. He told to leave the pie in my underwear until he got home and then I could eat it for dessert.

"Then, when I was cleaning up his dishes when he was finished eating his pie, Tom told me he wanted me to quit school. I actually dropped the plate and it smashed all over the floor. I asked him why and he said was I questioning his decision again and I said ‘no'. I just wanted to know why. He said he didn't need a reason to make a decision. All he had to do was make it and I had to abide by it. I told him college was important to me and I didn't want to quit and he told me he didn't care what I wanted. He didn't want to take the chance of me running into you, Scott.

"Anyways, I think I sighed because I sort of knew that he didn't really love me, but I think he thought I had just given up and would be his slave because he just sat back in his chair and got this weird look in his eyes that he gets when he knows he's won. And then he pulled down his pants and made me suck him off one more time before he left for work. I didn't really want to do it at first, but as I was doing it, I decided I was going to leave. I knew it would be the last blowjob I ever gave him so I got excited about it and really got into it. When he was done, he said I did such a good job that he would just make me sit in my chair until he came home from work. The dishes were done and the glass and mess was cleaned up and I was already sitting in my chair by the time he Tom had washed up and changed. He made me give him his goodbye kiss and made me promise to stay in my chair and then he was gone.

"I knew I only had a few hours and there was so much I had to do, but I waited until I was sure he wasn't going to sneak back to check on me. When I thought it was safe enough, I phoned Mom to ask if I could come home, but all I got was her voice mail. She's gone up north somewhere for vacation but she didn't say when she left or when she'd be coming back. It can't be more than three weeks, though. That's all the vacation time she gets from the hospital. Anyways, I hurried up and grabbed another hot shower. A bit longer this time. The ice cream had melted in my pants, of course, but I took off my underwear in the tub and dumped the pie out of it there. I left the pie and my underwear right there in the drain and in the bottom of the tub and then I pissed on it."

"A nice farewell gift," I commented.

Rob actually smiled a sweet and mischievous smile. "Yeah," he said. "I thought so, too. Anyways, it took me a few hours after I got dressed again to gather all my junk together and get it packed up. I went to the money drawer where we keep the money for groceries and stuff but Tom had taken all the bills and left just a handful of coins. Not even enough for a taxi, but I grabbed them anyways and shoved them in my pocket. It was way dark by then and I knew Tom could come home at any time if it was a slow night so I had to hurry to get my stuff outside as fast as I could. It took me six trips to move it all downstairs and hide it out back."

Shawn interrupted Rob's long narrative. He jerked his thumb toward the hallway where Rob's things were still piled against the wall: "It took you six trips to carry that stuff downstairs?"

"No," Rob replied. "That's the only stuff I could carry with me on the bus. The rest of it's still hidden out behind the apartment back ho. . . back at Tom's. At least I hope it's still there."

Jason shifted beneath my arm which still lay in his lap. "Come on, Robby. We'll go get it."

I pressed down with my arm. "Wait, Jason. Rob, that was Sunday night. Why didn't you call us to come get you?"

"It was late," Rob said, "and I didn't want to bother you guys. Besides, I figured I could manage okay until I found you at school the next day."

"So, where did you go?"

"Nowhere. I hung around, hiding in the bushes, until Tom came home. I watched him go into the apartment and then he came running out again a minute or so later. He was calling my name and he looked around, but he didn't see me. Before he went back inside, I heard him say, ‘You'll be back, you fuckin' faggot.'"

"Please tell me you're not thinking of going back," I told him.

Rob shook his head. "No. I don't think that would be such a good idea. Anyways, I stayed there that night behind the neighbour's gardening shed where I hid my stuff. I didn't sleep much. Just sat there and did a whole lot more thinking, trying to figure out what to do and where to go. I knew I couldn't go home to Mom. At least not until she gets back from vacation. But I knew I could probably stay here for awhile so I sorted out the most important stuff I wanted to take with me on the bus."

"Don't tell me you carried all that stuff on the bus!" I said.

Rob nodded. "The bus driver wasn't too happy about it, let me tell you. He wasn't even going to let me get on until some older lady threatened to smack him over the head with her cane if he didn't let me on. I think I would have managed a lot easier if it wasn't for that box of CDs."

"How did you carry it all?" Shawn asked.

"It wasn't easy," Rob replied. "I wore the backpack and put the duffle over one shoulder and carried the garbage bag with that arm. I carried the CDs under the other arm and the grocery bags in that hand. Anyways, I made it to the college and looked for you, but I couldn't find you. And I couldn't get you on your phone, either. I had to beg a quarter from somebody so I'd have enough money for another ride on the bus. I was so exhausted and sore by the time I got here and nobody was home. Nobody."

"Sorry, Robby. That was my fault," Jason explained. "We only took my phone with us in case we had to make a call, but we left it in the car and kept it turned off. I asked everyone to leave their phones here. I wanted it to be just the four of us and nature."

"Yeah, well," Rob continued, "that's okay. I understand. But I really started to get scared when you didn't come last night and I still couldn't get you on the phone. I thought you'd moved on me or something. I stayed in the outside foyer as long as I could until somebody came in and threatened to phone the police on me if I didn't get out of there, so I took my stuff and sat outside until after midnight. When I still couldn't get you on the phone, I went to the park down the street and stayed there overnight and came back here this morning. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come home this morning. I was starting to think I might have to go back to Tom and beg him to forgive me and hope he'd take me back."

"Holy, shit," I mumbled.

"Hey, wait a minute," Shawn said as he sat forward on the sofa and glared at Rob. "I heard you saying a lot about not eating and no money. Does that mean you haven't eaten anything since last Saturday?"

Rob nodded. "Just that lasagna and garlic bread."

"With your permission, Sir?" Shawn said, but before he even received it, he was gone to the kitchen with James right on his tail. A moment later there were the sounds of refrigerator and cupboard doors opening and closing and pots and other things being moved around and set on the stove.

"If I know Shawnie," Jason said, "he's going to make us a proper mean and we've got enough time to go get the rest of your stuff before your lunch is ready."

"Tom will be there. My stuff's in the back yard of one of the houses behind the complex. I think we might be able to get to the shed from the front without anyone seeing us. We don't even have to go near the apartment."

"I'm not afraid of Tom," Jason said as he crawled out from under my arm and stood up in front of the sofa. I climbed to my feet and stood beside him. "And you don't have to be afraid of him anymore, either. Let's go get the rest of your stuff."

"You mean I can stay here with you?" Rob asked hopefully.

"Unless you'd rather sleep in the park again tonight," Jason grinned.

Rob's response was to jump off the sofa, wrap his slim arms around Jason's waist as far as they could reach, and bury his face in Jason's chest as tearful sobs and breathy heaves wracked his body. I suspect it had been a long time since Rob had cried tears of happiness instead of all those tears of suffering. Jason wrapped his own massive arms tenderly around Rob's back and held him. I put my hand on Rob's lower back and massaged it in small circles. We let him cry for a minute or so before Jason lightly pushed him away. "Come on, Rob. Let's get you moved in."

As we rode down in the elevator to the parking garage, Jason told us he wanted to have a few words with Tom. Rob looked at me but all I could do was to smile and look helpless. I don't think there is anything either of us could have said which would have stopped him.

"You won't hurt him, will you?" Rob asked weakly.

"Not unless he tries to hurt one of you two first, and he can't be that stupid to try, can he?"

I wasn't so sure.

The rest of the ride to Rob's former apartment was a quiet one. Very few words were spoken. I sat between Rob and Jason, of course, with my right hand on Rob's bare leg (he was wearing a pair of denim cut-off shorts) and my left arm in Jason's lap again. My elbow massaged his bulging crotch with every bump on the road. I always found his crotch to be comforting.

Jason parked in the visitor's space in the parking lot out front and Rob led the way into the apartment complex and to the front door of Tom's apartment on the third floor. Rob and I stood behind Jason as he knocked. I stood to his right and Rob to his left. We could hear light footsteps approaching the door and I could see shadows crossing the threshold beneath the door, but the door didn't open. Jason stooped a bit to peer through the peephole.

"Open up, Tom," he said. "I can see you in there."

There were a few anxious moments of hesitation before we heard the sound of the metal safety chain being set into place, then the click of the deadbolt, and the door opened as far as the chain would allow. I moved over to stand beside Rob so I could see. One eye was peering out at us through the crack. "What the fuck do you want?" Tom asked as he glanced rather nervously at Jason. He kept his voice low His eye flicked momentarily to Rob and me, then back again. "Did the fuckin' fag suck you off so you'd come over here and pound my face in? Well, let me tell you something. Everything he told you is a lie."

"Nobody needs to bribe me with blowjobs to get me to help them, Jason said calmly. "I've come to tell you to stay away from Rob or any of my family. And that includes Jimmy now. If I hear even a rumour about you doing anything to any of them, you'll have me to deal with."

"Are you threatening me, Jason?"

"Not at all, Tommy Boy. I'm warning you is all. I've already done time in prison for putting someone in a hospital bed, remember? I'd gladly do a few more months in there if I knew you were wrapped up in bandages and body casts and traction in a hospital bed and eating your apple pie and ice cream through a plastic tube stuck in your arm. And I'd enjoy it even more if I knew they strained it through Rob's dirty underwear first."

I don't think Tom's eye could have opened wider. It whipped over to Rob and me and he gulped a swallow so loud that it sounded like he was trying to swallow a leg of lamb whole. He knew we knew what he'd done to Rob. He looked terrified and ready to shit his pants, but when he looked back at Jason, his eye closed to a squint and his face tried to appear hard and fearless again. He tried to make his voice sound tough and threatening, but a telltale squeak kind of gave him away. Tom might have been able to intimidate Rob, but he had a big job ahead of him if he thought he would be able to intimidate Jason. "You don't scare me, Jason," he grumbled. "Now fuck off!"

The door began to close, but Jason's shoe was already blocking it. And then Jason's arm suddenly coiled back and flew out with the speed of a striking cobra. His balled-up fist slammed into the metal, foam-filled, hollow-core fire door. Even from the side, I could see in his face the power and strength and effort he'd put into the punch. His entire body went into it. There was a loud crack of fist and bone on metal that echoed up and down the hall. The gold-coloured security chain attached to the doorframe snapped and clinked and strained to keep Jason from ripping its links apart. They did their job, though, and the door remained secure. I jumped and Rob screamed. He backed away a step or two. When Jason's hand came back down again, there was a nice, round, plate-sized dent in the door just beneath the peephole.

Tom's eye slowly returned to the crack in the door. It was wider now and overflowing with fear.

"Oh, yes I do, Tommy Boy." Jason's voice was surprisingly calm again and he spoke with a wicked, victorious, one-sided grin on his face. "I scare the ever-loving shit out of you." He tapped at the dent with the fingernail of his right index finger. Just a reminder of what his fist might do to Tom's face if his face should happen to run into it. "Now, stay the hell away from my family. Have a nice day."

Jason removed his foot from the threshold and the door closed almost immediately. The deadbolt clicked into place as two other doors in the hallway opened. Two heads cautiously appeared. One of them was directly behind us on the opposite side of the hall from Tom's apartment door. "Sorry, ladies," Jason apologised with a friendly smile. "I tripped."

The head down the hall disappeared and the door closed, but the other head behind us remained. "Are you alright, Robert?" the older woman asked softly. "Would you like me to call the police?" She was obviously deeply concerned about her young neighbour.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Kelly," Rob replied cheerfully as he turned took a step toward her. "Honest. Everything's fine. I won't be living here anymore, though," he added. "I've moved out."

"Oh, dear," she said, her fingers coming to rest at the top of her chest just beneath her wrinkled throat. Her fingers tugged at a pearl necklace which hung around her neck. "It saddens me, of course, but I'm so happy that you finally came to your senses. I worried so much for you. I shall miss our little chats and our visits on laundry day."

Apparently Rob had confided in someone after all.

"And I'll miss our gin games and your cookies," he told her. "Mrs. Kelly makes the best peanut butter cookies in the world," he told us.

Mrs. Kelly quickly reached out for Rob's wrist and grasped it in her arthritic fingers. "Don't you dare leave yet," she warned him. "I spent Sunday afternoon baking. Don't move, now!"

She was gone back inside her apartment, pushing her door closed behind her, before she could see the expression on Rob's face. I saw it, though, and I think Jason saw it, too. I was sure Rob wanted to cry. I know I did. He clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. His temples pulsated and I could almost see the thoughts running around in his head. As Rob had been sitting in his kitchen being forced to piss his pants, Mrs. Kelly had been across the hall baking cookies for him. Now I was the one who wanted to puke.

I grabbed Rob's arm and Jason put a mammoth hand on his shoulder. "Robby?" he said softly. "Are you okay?"

Rob nodded two very rapid nods and opened his eyes. He stared at her closed door. "She was always so nice to me. She said I reminded her of her grandson. I'll be okay. Gonna miss her, though." He didn't notice the shadow moving beneath the door behind him, but I did. Tom was still watching us through the peephole.

Mrs. Kelly opened the door again a few minutes later and handed Rob a plastic shopping bag. Rob opened it and looked in. So did I. There was more than a hefty supply of peanut butter cookies in there, and quite the selection of other cookies and cakes and tarts, and I think I even saw an entire pie at the bottom. "Do take care of yourself, Robert," she said. She leaned forward to give him a kiss on his cheek.

Rob returned her kiss. "I will, Mrs. Kelly," he replied with a grateful smile. "You take care of yourself, too."

"I will, dear." Mrs. Kelly retreated inside her apartment once more and the door closed behind her.

"Does the super live in the building?" Jason asked Rob as we headed back down the hall toward the elevator. Rob had already opened one of the clear plastic storage bags and he and I were already munching an enormous and exceedingly delicious cookie. I shared mine with Jason.

"Apartment One," Rob replied with a nod and a mouthful of cookie.

We went there and Jason left his name, address, and phone number with the superintendent. He told the super about the door he ‘accidentally' dented and said to have it replaced and send the bill to him. The super promised to do so.

We exited the building for the last time and climbed back into the car and followed Rob's directions to the back of the building and to the spot where he had stored his things. Lucky for Rob, they were still hidden and piled between the cedar hedge and the aluminum garden shed in the neighbour's back yard. It was still covered with a hunter green blanket. Rob crawled on his hands and knees through a small space in the hedge and pushed his things back through to us. Jason and I loaded them into the trunk and back seat. They were certainly a lot heavier and more cumbersome than the things he'd carried with him on the bus.

My right arm once again settled on Rob's leg and my left arm automatically went to its most favourite resting spot in Jason's lap as we drove back home. Rob put his arm over the back of the seat behind me and put his hand over my shoulder and let it dangle down over my chest.

"Just two rules to remember, Robby," Jason said as we drove along. "First, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, especially with me. Even if you think you owe it to me for letting you stay at our place. You don't owe me anything. You're there at our invitation and I don't charge rent. And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't expect you to pay for it by having sex with someone who scares the living crap out of you. Okay?"

"Okay," Rob replied, "but. . ."

"No ‘buts', Robby. That's the rule and it applies to everybody in that house. If you don't want to do it, you don't do it. Plain and simple. No matter what it is or who it's with. Now, number two. Shawnie and Jimmy are strictly off limits to you unless they are the ones who start something with you. Got it?"

"Got it," Rob confirmed.

The three of us managed to carry most of the stuff up in the first trip. We found all of Rob's things that had been stacked in the hallway had already been removed to the guestroom. Jason stayed behind as Rob and I went back down to the parking garage to get the last few boxes. As we rode the elevator down, Rob asked, "Does it hurt when Jason fucks you?"

"Rob. . . ?" I said warningly.

"What? I'm just curious."

Lunch smelt delicious. I say ‘lunch'. It was more like ‘lupper'. Sort of halfway between lunch and supper. Doesn't matter what I call it, though. It still smelt delicious. Stuffed pork chops and mashed potatoes with grated cheddar cheese and Shawn's homemade bacon bits stirred into them. Mixed vegetables with a white sauce with cheese rounded out the meal. At Jason's insistence, Shawn and James joined us. Lunch tasted even better than it had smelt when we came in and Rob devoured two full servings of it. For such a skinny little guy, he sure could pack it away. Shawn tried to talk Rob into a third helping and Rob he said he would have accepted it if he hadn't chowed down on that lasagna earlier. Personally, I think he just wanted to save some room for a great big piece of Rob's homemade double-double chocolate fudge cake.

Rob's mood had changed enormously since we first saw him that morning. He still looked ragged and exhausted, and his eyes were still slightly bloodshot and puffy, but I had seen the energy return in him and I had seen his face and cheeks brighten. He didn't seem to want to talk about Tom anymore, so we didn't ask him any more questions about his ordeal. We figured he'd talk to us again if he had something else he wanted to say.

After lunch, he unpacked his backpack of his college stuff and packed a few clean clothes into it, ready to join us at the camping site. When Shawn was satisfied that the house was clean and tidy enough, and with Mrs. Kelly's gift in tow, we went back down to the car, piled into it, and headed to the sporting goods store to buy a sleeping bag for Rob. Jason let him pick it out himself. I kind of smiled to myself when I saw him pick a sleeping back with Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin and the rest of the characters from the Hundred Acre Wood on the inside lining.

Finally, with James and Shawn holding hands in the back seat and me sitting between Jason and Rob once again, Jason struck out for his grandfather's property and our simple little campground.

This time, though, my left arm didn't rest on his leg. Instead, it wriggled itself into Jason's crotch and stayed there, twiddling and tinkering with the manly things hidden inside the denim shorts, until one of those manly things grew and swelled to the point where I knew rip its way out of its denim cage. Almost without thinking about it, I unbuttoned and unzipped Jason's shorts. My hand snaked its way inside and wrapped itself around Jason's stiffening cock and carefully pulled it out into the open air. As always, it felt wonderfully good in my hand. Jason enjoyed it as well and he wriggled his bum forward a bit to make it easier for me to hold onto. I casually began to stroke it up and down.

After a few strokes, a large droplet of clear liquid bubbled out the tip of his cock and gathered in the well of his cock slit. I didn't want it to go to waste but, being jammed in the front seat between my two guys, I knew there was no way I'd be able to bend over enough to lap it up with my tongue, so I released his cock and swiped the droplet off with my pointer finger. I lifted my hand to my face stuck the tip in my mouth and licked off the fluid there. As always, it tasted like Jason and it tasted even more delicious than Mrs. Kelly's peanut butter cookies. I made a happy, yummy sound that everyone could hear even over the engine of the car and the traffic on the street. I reached for another helping.

My fingertip dug into the wide slit and scooped out all of the lube I could find in there. Jason's cock jumped in my hand and another huge drop appeared as soon as I pulled my finger away. It flowed out and began to run down the smooth, purple head of Jason's jawbreaking cock. As I was moving my finger toward my mouth again, Rob grabbed my hand and moved my finger to his own mouth instead. He licked my finger clean and moved it in and out past his lips, giving it a mini blowjob.

When Rob finally let go of my hand, I reached out for Jason's cock again and began to rub my palm over his cockhead, smearing the precum over it and rubbing it in as if it was a massaging cream. Jason's cock danced and his hips started hunching up and down. "Aw, fuck, Scotty," Jason cooed. "I don't think I can wait until we get back to the camp. Suck it for me."

In the cramped quarters, I did my best to try to get my head into Jason's lap but it was a no-go. "Sorry, Babe," I said. "Not enough room. You'll have to wait."

Before Jason could even express his disappointment, though, Rob announced, "I can do it." A moment later, he had unsnapped his seatbelt and had spun around in the seat and onto his knees beside me. He pressed his left hip against my chest for balance as he bent over me. He planted one hand on my thigh and the other on Jason's for balance and, with a loud, sloppy, suctioning slurp, Jason's cock disappeared into Rob's mouth.

To Be Continued​

 

[caddymac]

WOW!!! I have some major reading to do now!!!
Thanks Neil.

 

[ronboy]

Hot, wonderful and satisfying...as always!

Love ya' Neil...

 

[Trent0n1]

WOW...and emotional story this one Neil...full of anger and pity...and ultimately happiness! Thanks for sharing this with us!

 

[hungbuzz]

was well worth the wait! thank you Neil

 

[sheep]

I really missed these guys. I'm glad they are back.

 

[caddymac]

Oh I am so glad there were more chapters for me to read. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I didn't like Tom either. Sure hope Robbie will be okay.

Thank you very much for more on this story!!!!

 

[Demandred753]

I teared up while reading part II of chapter 5. Jason builds up this rough exterior, then the walls come crashing down.

I've found my bedtime story.

 

[harry113]

Neil, Thank you!!
What a wonderful Christmas/New Year present!
You have spent hours writing for our entertainment & enjoyment. Once again, Thank you.
HUGS
Harry

 

[LADIICROFT]

I Love This Story So Much, Its A Good Read Plz Keep It Comming

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I just finished chapter 13. I know I have a long way to go to catch up with this post, but I wanted to drop a line of thanks for another great story.

I haven't delved into Brad, yet. I need to get caught up with this story first. Then I'll dive into Brad.

Your authorship amazes me. I've enjoyed your writing with everything I've read so far -- I may not have liked a certain ending that you've been re-working for us, but the writing was still par excellent!

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I just finished Ch 32 with the "straight boys" from James' neighborhood. Nothing like good, clean, friendly fun!

I think they're experiencing a whole new world, and Ren just got caught in the Hen House, so to speak!

Your artistry with the pen/keyboard continues to amaze me.
My humble appreciation for all of your efforts.

I'm on page 9 of 12? Getting closer to the end -- THEN, I can try delving into what has to be your masterpiece, based on the number of chapters, views, and referenced comments here and there - Watching Brad or Bust! but first, at least 4 more pages of Taking Care of Jason - and Scott, and Shawn, and . . .

Thanks, again.

 

[DonQuixote]

Neil,
I'm finally caught up with the rest of the book club! I'm glad Rob came to his senses and left Tom. He's an asshole extraordinaire.

Rob needs some definite confidence building. He needs to learn how to stand on his own two feet and know his own worth is a LOT more than just an available mouth for sucking and ass for fucking.

He's a nice kid, and I suspect Big Brother Jason is just the guy to help him see his true worth.

Thanks for all of you efforts in writing all of these masterful stories. You are truly a great author.

I hope your health is with you. I know you've been having some issues. I've enjoyed our PM's as I made my way through SG1, Best Friends and "Redux", and playing catch up here.

Next -- The Encyclopaedia Brittanica of Gay Relationships, from what I gather based on posts and the sheer size of the file -- I haven't opened up Watching Brad, yet.

I suspect it will be a lot of PM's before I remoted get close the "current" on THAT Tome!

Thanks, again.

 

[gsdx]

Next -- The Encyclopaedia Brittanica of Gay Relationships, from what I gather based on posts and the sheer size of the file -- I haven't opened up Watching Brad, yet.

It's kind of an encyclopaedia on life in south-central Ontario as well. It's one of my more educational stories, but don't worry. . . there aren't any tests.

 

[wb2000]

soo cool very emotional