7. Evan Morgan – A Reversal of Fortunes
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
***
Not many people will forgive me for what I did to my
own brother. Not my parents, not Noel's friends, not
Brad, and not Noel himself.
In fact, as I look at myself in the mirror, sometimes I
wonder if I'll ever truly forgive myself, wondering
what really drove me to act in such a despicable way.
Was it because I had had enough, that I wanted it to
end here and now? That if I didn't do what I'd done,
Noel would have continued to come after us, making all
our lives a living hell!
Or was it because I truly thought Noel deserved to be
punished for the horrible things he'd done to so many
innocent people?
Or maybe it was because I was so insanely jealous of
Noel, of his hold over Brad, and how Brad rushed in to
try and defend my brother, declaring his undying love
and loyalty to him.
In a way, all the above are the reasons for why I
finally set in motion a plan to trap my older brother
and have Noel enslaved for life.
On the evening of our escape, when I lay in my bed
feeling safe and secure for the first time in a long
time, I would never have dreamed I would choose the
path I eventually took in wanting to finally destroy my
own family and my brother once and for all.
To have Sean and Jason race into my new bedroom at the
Le Grand Hotel where we'd literally just booked in that
evening, and to tell me Brad had been abducted right
outside the front of our executive suite doors, filled
me with a panic that nearly drove me hysterical.
It should have been the happiest night of all our
lives, where Brad, Sean and Justin were re-united with
their parents, where August was re-united with his
mother and little sister, and where Monet and I watched
with tears in our eyes as they came together.
And the moment Sean and Justin came bursting into my
room, sobbing out what had just happened I knew it was
Noel and that he was behind this.
At first I thought it would be easy to track down Noel,
and once I knew where he was, then I would work out a
way to get Brad back.
But it wasn't so simple at all.
On the first night he'd been snatched, while trying to
calm the boys and their parents, I was able to discover
from the concierge that a large bear-like man in an old
duffle overcoat was seen lugging a large bundle out the
front door of the Le Grand Hotel.
Immediately I called security for the hotel, and
demanded to know why they hadn't done anything about
it. When they admitted they had seen the man on their
monitors but not moved to query him as to why he was on
the premises, I exploded.
That's when I instantly realised most of them had been
bribed to turn the other way. None of them cared and
they literally smirked in my face when I demanded an
explanation. Of course, within the hour, none of them
were smirking anymore as I watched them walk out of the
hotel carrying their severance pays.
Then I called in a high-priced lawyer, and when he
arrived I authorized him to commence proceedings to sue
the contracted security firm for a sum of money that
would see them put out of business within the week.
But what needed to be done next? Time to me was passing
too quickly, and every moment meant the man was getting
a bigger head-start on us.
With the assistance of the lawyer, I was able to secure
the employ of a creditable well-known private
investigator, as well as a private security firm that
specialised in contracts such as this. I needed them
all to track down the man, find out where my brother
was, and work out a way to get Brad back.
Also, I needed full-time security and body guards for
every one of Brad's family, for Monet and for August
and his family. I couldn't afford to think what would
happen if either of Brad's brothers suddenly
disappeared and how this would affect his already
distraught parents.
By the end of the first week, few leads had been
discovered, so it was agreed that the man was
definitely a professional under the employ of my
brother Noel. Also, it appeared Noel had dropped out of
sight. There were no leads whatsoever, and no-one could
guarantee me when they could get Brad back.
By the end of the second week, we were all feeling lost
and frustrated. I concurred with my security people
that it was very unlikely the man, Noel or Brad was
still in the state of New Holland.
That was when I launched a class action lawsuit against
my own brother and his accomplices, claiming Noel
Morgan was responsible for the illegal and improper
enslavement of the entire Cahill family, as well as for
the Mathers family, which were August's mother and
little sister.
Sweet August immediately made arrangements to have his
family moved to an island resort, which was surrounded
by security, before coming back to me and declaring he
would stay with me until we found Brad.
Sean and Justin wanted to do the same thing with their
parents. But they quite eloquently argued that there
was no way they were going to sit this out, especially
considering this was their eldest son who would need
their support as soon as we found him.
Monet was just Monet. He was the emotional and rational
anchor of our small group. He kept us sane and kept our
spirits up at all times. Never once did he cave in to
the lowest depths of depression that I sometimes found
myself floundering in.
Of course, my lawsuit immediately brought out the
national media, who instantly began reporting it as a
protest movement against slavery. At the urgent advice
giving to me by my growing team of lawyers, I
immediately hired on a public relations firm. I needed
this whole situation to be seen for what it was, and
that was my brother's illegal actions against innocent
people.
And then before I could even scratch myself, there were
my father and his team of legal beagles confronting me
across a huge oak table in the executive boardroom of
the Le Grand Hotel.
He looked devastated that I could even do such a thing
as this to my older brother, exclaiming I was ruining
the family name by going down this path.
Abruptly I held my hand up, demanding he shut his
mouth. Then throwing down copies of all the documents I
had gathered over the last six months, as well as three
dozen video tapes from Noel's personal library
collection I had secreted from his room before I'd left
the family estate, I told my father to look at the
evidence, and I would speak to him the next day.
It was a much more subdued man who faced me the next
day. But he still whined and threatened me, demanding
to know why I hadn't come to him in the first place.
Easier said than done, I'd answered, and should we like
always just sweep all this under the carpet as well.
No, I informed my father! There was nothing he could
do, and I doubted he had the guts to follow up and
punish his eldest son for what he'd done.
So now it was my turn, and it was my full intention to
go after every person who had abused Brad, to have them
all enslaved, along with all their families, and let
them experience firsthand what they'd done to Brad and
his family.
I remember watching my father leaving, and although he
looked like a shattered man who was seeing his
presidential chances fly out the window, I could also
see he was impressed by my stubbornness, my
determination to see justice finally done.
Two months had flown by, and still no leads were picked
up to where Noel and Brad had disappeared to.
Immediately I hired another two private detectives as
well as another three security agencies.
I now had eyes and ears looking in every state and
territory of our nation. I was determined to bring Brad
home, and bring Noel to justice.
Of course the ramifications of my class action lawsuits
escalated across the country, and before I knew it,
anyone who'd been associated with Noel was now
subpoenaed to appear before the Supreme Court.
Also, word got back to me that the once much-heralded
Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility where
Brad and his brothers were first imprisoned had now
been closed down due to the suicide of the general
manager Mr Kindred, and the enslavement of up to 40 of
its senior slave training officers.
This was followed by more news of many suicides across
the state, of people who had been in the direct pay of
my brother. Even the FITO (the Federal Internal Tax
Office) and Slave Enforcement Authority were being
investigated in depth, and I would soon here about the
suicide of one Mr Jonas Pearson.
But the fact was no-one who was involved in Noel's
highly illegal enslavement of the Cahill family could
have gotten away or pleaded innocent, mainly because I
had all the video evidence.
Noel, to his credit, and to my advantage, had video
recorded everything he'd ever done or organised, and
everyone involved with him was seen within those
recordings.
But still no word came back of where he and Brad could
be. As five months flashed by us, I agonised what else
I could do to find them.
But it was in the eleventh month that the man known as
Grady was finally caught, and in his possession, a
video recording of his 48 hours with Brad.
Immediately it was confiscated by the authorities, but
I was given a private viewing so I could verify that
this was indeed Brad Cahill at the time of his
abduction.
But this is where things became really weird for me. In
a way, the lewd video recording also told the story of
a young man who wasn't abducted, but who had gone of
his own free will with the man known as Grady, to a
shady hotel room on the outskirts of Morrisett City.
And as the film played, there sat Brad on the edge of
single bed, speaking into the camera lens with tears in
his eyes as he admitted to following Grady to this
filthy one room bed-sitter.
And the reason why? Because Brad knew Noel would never
leave him or his family alone if he didn't obey Grady
and do what he was told. At least this way, he
explained, if he submitted to Noel's will straight
away, his family would be free of being harassed or
stalked or something far worse.
Then Brad stood up and with trembling hands, lowered
his pants and underwear, stepped out of them and
holding his large uncircumcised penis up to the camera,
began masturbating himself while smiling a sad defeated
smile.
Suddenly Grady walked into camera range, and raising
his fist, he punched Brad in the face, knocking him
onto his back where he proceeded to tear his clothes
off his body and then violently rape him in the vilest
ways possible.
Immediately I left the viewing room, heart-broken and
weeping as I considered my next move. With my team of
lawyers on hand, I knew we could get Grady put away for
life, because at the time of the video recording, Brad
was a free citizen, and it could be proved beyond a
reasonable doubt that what was recorded here was
nothing more than outright coercion and rape against
the victim.
Upon meeting Grady, it took all my strength not to pick
up the closer heavy object and slam it across his
smirking sneering face. I listened as my lawyers
offered him a way to reduce his sentence, and at the
federal prosecutor who nodded his head in agreement.
All he had to do was give us information that led us
straight to Noel and Brad.
Grady immediately tried to haggle, laughing that we had
nothing on him.
"I want him enslaved, castrated and sold to the
Zasiadko mine pit in the Ukraine. Also include his wife
and any children he may have!" I said aloud, watching
the smile melt from his face and a scared, panicked
look replace it.
"No! You can't! That's not legal!" he spluttered,
suddenly outraged that a young punk like me could ever
make such decisions like this.
"What you did to my friend Brad wasn't legal either!" I
replied softly, and turning towards the prosecutor, I
told him to let me know when the jury had made there
decision and were ready to sentence Grady.
"It's a foregone conclusion! You'll be convicted, and
then I want the most severe punishment possible to be
meted out to you and every one of your closest
relatives. Like they say, we should always keep it in
the family!" I said as I turned away from him and made
to leave.
"Wait! Wait! Look, I'll tell you what I know okay? It
ain't much, because your brother didn't leave any
following contact details! He was too concerned of what
you might do! But I know how to find out! If you'll let
me keep my balls, and leave my family out of this, I'll
help you find him!" he blurted out, desperately.
Turning back around, I nodded my head to one of my
lawyers, and then stormed out of the room.
True to his word, Grady led us directly to Noel's
doorstep, in a southern state of the country, where
he'd stayed low and avoided bringing any attention to
himself.
He was now 20 years of age, maybe an inch taller than
I'd last seen him, and he was working from home for a
small electronics outfit near the city of Fairfax. The
house he was renting was a dingy small one bedroom
affair, with a tiny kitchenette, toilet and shower
room.
To me, twelve months had gone by, and I knew I must
have appeared to everyone else as if I was a fanatical
zealot on my quest to find Brad. I had grown over a
foot and a half, and I had begun to really fill out.
I doubt Noel would have recognised me at first if he'd
just seen me in the street, as I'd also altered my
appearance a bit as well by dying my hair dark brown
with bleached blond streaks which was the fad of the
day for people my age.
But it was time to drop in and visit him. I know my
heart skipped a beat as I knocked on his door, and when
he opened it, I must admit it was me who didn't
immediately recognise him.
He appeared to have a permanent five o'clock shadow,
his eyes were hollow and he was a lot skinnier than I
remembered him to be. Whatever he'd been doing lately,
he definitely hadn't been looking after himself. All he
was wearing was a filthy stained t-shirt and a pair of
very dirty tight jockey briefs.
At first he just stared at me, dumbfounded, and casting
wary glances around outside to ensure I was alone, he
stepped aside and let me enter.
The room was a pigsty. Maggot infested food was strewn
around, left unattended in a thick covering of buzzing
flies. The light was pitifully low, and it took a
second for my eyes to adjust.
And that's when I finally laid eyes on Brad for the
first time since he'd been taken from us, from me. He
was on his knees which were wide apart, his arms behind
his back, his head lowered with his chin resting on his
chest and his groin thrust forward towards me as he
maintained a raging rock-hard erection.
I nearly cried as I saw how much weight he'd lost. The
fact I could see his ribs through his once muscular
chest sent shockwaves through me.
Not taking my eyes off him, I made my way to a short
stool where I sat down, before turning my full
attention back to Noel.
"Well, you're not looking too good at all, Noel." I
said casually. Noel just stared at me, and then ran his
hand through his long oily unwashed hair as he tried to
think of something to say to me.
"What the fuck do you want? Why are you here, Evan?" he
said, his voice full of fear, knowing what I was about
to say.
"Noel, I've come to take Brad back to his family. Why
else would I be here?" I answered, acting surprised
he'd even asked me such a stupid question. Immediately
Noel moved over towards Brad as if to protect him, and
then I watched in amazement as Brad wrapped his once
strong but now thin arms around Noel's waist, hugging
him close to him.
They were both shaking, trembling in fear. Even though
Noel had seen no-one outside with me, he would have
known at that point I wasn't alone. In fact as we were
speaking, 10 heavily armed law enforcement officers
were now surrounding the house and ready to storm it at
my signal. And Brad could sense something was terribly
wrong, and was terrified Noel was about to be taken
away from him.
"You can't take him! He's mine! Fucking look at him
Evan, and see he doesn't want to go! He'll die without
me, for fuck sake! You should go now, please, and leave
us along, okay? Don't tell anyone we're here, please
Evan?" Noel said in a scared blustering hysterical
voice, trying to act like the brutish brother he used
to be.
But I heard the tone of his voice change into that of a
very frightened child, and suddenly he was pleading
with me to leave them alone as he slid down and hugged
Brad even closer to him.
"Please Evan, please just go and leave us alone." He
begged, and for the first time since I could remember,
I watched tears run down Noel's face as he started
crying.
"I can't do that Noel. Brad's brothers and mother and
father miss him so very much, and I can see he's not
very well. And Noel, father and mother want to see you
too. We only want you both to be safe and sound, Noel."
I said softly.
"That's not true Evan! You've come here to separate us!
That's why you're here isn't it? You want to destroy
what we have together! Well, I won't let you, you
fucking cunt! Get the fuck out of my house before I
fucking kill you!" Noel screamed at me, suddenly
standing up and moving unsteadily towards me.
Instantly I stood up and smashed my fist into his gaunt
face, and watching the startled expression on his
grimacing frightened face change from surprise to agony
as he slumped down on the floor unconscious.
Suddenly Brad wailed, throwing his arms out before
himself, and I knew then something was wrong with his
eye sight as he frantically felt around blindly, trying
to locate where Noel had fallen. Quickly he found him
and then leaning over my brother, Brad began howling
and sobbing, running his trembling hands over Noel's
limp body as he tried to wake him up.
It was too much for me. Standing there, with tears
pouring down my face, I shouted out the key word, and
before Brad or I knew what was happening, the house was
full of armed men checking out every quarter of the
small dwelling. Quickly I knelt down next to Brad, who
cowered away from me immediately, but I gently wrapped
my arms around his thin malnourished naked body and
hugged him close to my chest.
And as I watched the pandemonium happening in that
small house as the law enforcement officers rolled Noel
onto his stomach and cuffed his wrists behind his back,
before dragging him out to the police van waiting
outside, I wondered what the fuck Noel must have been
thinking for them to end up like derelicts on skid row.
How could he have done this to Brad? How could he have
done this to himself?
Within half an hour, I carefully guided Brad out of
there and into a large limousine waiting for us. Brad
appeared to be suffering from some sort of eye
affliction which had literally blinded him. But I kept
him close to me and spoke softly as I guided him slowly
into the warm interior of the vehicle that would take
us both home.
***
7.1 Noel Morgan – A Lost Cause
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)
***
How can I now say I'm truly sorry for all the pain I've
caused so many people? Is it too late for me to make
amends to everyone I've hurt over the years.
The courts have said so. They believe it's too late for
me. They even believe that 'slavery for life' isn't
good enough, that my punishment should be far greater
to reflect the heinous nature of what I've done.
As I write this, I'm sitting on the cold concrete floor
of a small cell I'm occupying. There's a thin urine-
stained foam mattress I use as my bed, and a hole in
the ground which I use to piss and shit in. There are
no windows and there's one small rectangular metal door
which I have to hunch down to enter and exit whenever
the guards take me out of here for the 35 minute
exercise period I'm allowed to have daily.
I'm rationed two hours of light a day, and the rest of
the time I spend in pitch black, darkness so unsettling
at times I fear I am going insane.
In a sense I'm being kept in solitary confinement. The
authorities fear I will be instantly killed if they put
me in with any other slaves or prisoners.
Not that that means much. I am not allowed to talk to
anyone, not even those who guard me and who take every
opportunity to come into my cell and savagely beat me
with their fists and batons around my head and body.
They never leave any serious marks, but they always
ensure I suffer excruciating internal pain around my
lower back, the soles of my feet and my stomach.
But I've been given permission to use this thin sliver
of charcoal to write down my thoughts on the back of
some toilet tissue they've given me.
To be honest, I don't know why I bother. Ever since my
incarceration, all I've really wanted to do is close my
eyes and not wake up. Just dream my little dreams of
being with Brad, and remember how it was before things
got really tough.
Yes, I remember how I went up to New Holland and took
him away from Evan.
Brad was mine, and even though I didn't understand what
was happening to me then, I came to realise I'd fallen
deeply in love with him. To me, Brad was my soul mate.
He was the perfect sex partner for me, the perfect sex
slave, and I would have done anything to keep him close
to me to protect him.
But after I'd finally smuggled him across the border,
all hell seemed to break lose.
My father had suddenly disowned me, I had no access to
any money, and all my contacts and friends seemed to be
suddenly disappearing. Those who I could get through to
advised me strongly not to head home, that Evan was on
the warpath and using every available resource at his
vast disposal to track me down.
I was frantic. All I knew was I had to keep Brad with
me and look after him. There was nobody else who knew
what he really needed, that he's desire to be dominated
needed to be done by me and by me alone. Nothing else
mattered.
Luckily for both of us, I did have a large amount of
cash on me. I knew it would keep us going for at least
a few months, until I could come up with another plan
to get us more money.
So we moved into a lovely apartment in a state south-
west that really endorsed slavery, and where I felt
fairly safe if anyone came snooping around. For the
first month, all I could do was stay in bed with my
faggot-girl, I mean Brad, and enjoy his smooth naked
body to the fullest. Everything I wanted to do to him I
did, and then I'd think up a whole lot more and submit
him to all those sexual desires as well.
Of course, I knew I had to go out and look for work. It
was up to me to feed us both, to look out for us, so I
finally found the courage to go out by myself and
search the 'jobs wanted' employment agencies.
That was when I knew I was really fucked up. Even as I
sat in the small office of the local employment agency,
filling out the necessary forms to enquire about any
employment opportunities, all I could think about was
Brad at home, lying on our bed where I'd handcuffed him
to the headboard.
But more fucked up was the huge pictures of me and Brad
splashed across the front of every newspaper in the
city, appearing on every TV channel, of documentaries
and news articles trying to locate our whereabouts.
Immediately I packed us up in the middle of the night
and took us to another city in another state. Once we
arrived and I'd booked us into a dingy dirty one-
roomer, I rang Trevor Drummond and organised to meet me
incognito in an out-of-the-way café bar.
"Look mate, I shouldn't be here. Evan's got everyone
out looking for you, and I can't promise I ain't been
followed either. So, what you going to do anyway?" he
asked me, and I could see he was worried.
"I need money, and a lot of it! Can you give me a loan
until I've sorted out all this shit?" I asked, trying
to act as if I was in control.
"No problems Noel! I'll give you what I got here and
wire you the rest. How much are you looking at?" Trevor
asked as he looked around furtively, drinking the last
of his coffee.
"I need at least 1mil. Can you do that?" I asked,
feeling the strain catching up with me. I knew I needed
sleep, but more importantly, I needed to make sure we
were safe when I slept.
"Sure, no problems... Here's 60k until I can get home.
Noel, you're not going to like this, but I got to tell
you. Steve and his whole family were enslaved last
Thursday. Just like that. Don't know why, but the news
is Steve's father was involved in some type of stocks
and bonds scandal." Trevor told me in a near whisper.
"Not only that, but it looks like three other of our
guys got taken down as well. And not only them, but
their whole families too. I got a feeling that
someone's after the lot of us, Noel." Trevor said, his
voice trembling.
To be honest, I didn't give a flying fuck about anyone
else's problems. All I was concerned with was getting
the money I needed to get Brad and me out of the
country, a one-way ticket to a cozy island retreat
where we could hold up until Evan came back to his
senses, fuck him.
After an hour of idle chatter, we finally said our
farewells, and that was the last I saw of him. Later I
would learn he and his family were also enslaved upon
his return to his family estate. I never did find out
the reason, but I know I felt an invisible clammy fist
start to tighten around my heart when the money never
arrived and all efforts to contact him went unanswered.
Now I was desperate. For two months we stayed in that
hovel. Then we were on the move again, a different
state and city, stay for a little while and then moved
on.
Again, all I wanted to do was fuck Brad stupid, make
him tell me how much he loved me over and over again. I
knew I was fixated on him, but I didn't care, and what
money we had I now began to gamble, hoping for that
lucky strike that would buy us our tickets out of the
country.
Also, I'd stopped hitting and hurting him. My heart was
no longer in it, because suddenly I no longer wanted to
see him harmed in any way.
Eventually we were down to our last few thousands, and
that's when I decided we had to sell Brad's mouth and
pussy. I had no choice but to make him available to any
guys prepared to pay for a high-priced male hooker of
Brad's exceptional qualities.
At first we began raking the money in, and I could see
it wouldn't be long before we'd be on our way to our
sunny island resort, but then the bottom dropped out of
our thriving enterprise.
One of our regular johns, an old geezer about 50 maybe
60 years old started blackmailing us. He'd seen Brad's
and my picture in the local media and put two and two
together. Before I knew what hit us, he was demanding a
double act performance by both of us, wanting to watch
me fucking Brad in as many positions as he could think
up, and then bringing along all his friends to watch as
well.
Me personally, I got to admit I liked performing in
front of a crowd, especially enjoying it when they
applauded and urged me on. But I put a stop to anyone
thinking they could fuck my arse.
Didn't mind them sucking my cock, but when it came to
fucking pussy, well that was where I had Brad step in
and offer up his cunt. I wasn't any homo, and I didn't
care how much the old man threatened me.
And even though I was outraged at being blackmailed, we
suddenly started bringing in more money than I'd
imagined with our double act. It was all going along
smoothly until the old cunt demanded a half a share in
everything we were making, and then demanded he spend
more time with Brad than I would usually allow.
That's about the time we did another runner, because
that old cunt went and hurt Brad in a way I'd not
expected. As was arranged, I went to pick up Brad from
the old man's house, and as we were leaving, I saw
blood trickling down the inside of his thighs from his
arse cheeks. He was staggering and groaning and in the
dim light, I could see he was badly beat up all over as
well.
Immediately I demanded to know what the fuck had
happened, and the old man had proudly announced he'd
earlier in the evening shared Brad with about 20 other
sicko guys who got off on shoving glass bottles and
other large objects up his arsehole and then forcing
him to dance and masturbate himself in front of them.
Not only that, but that old fart had been paid a
fortune.
That's when I took his own fireplace poker, went over
to him to shove it up his arse after I'd beaten him
around the head a bit. Problem was, I didn't know he
had armed himself with a blade and the next thing I
know he'd stabbed me twice in the chest and once in the
stomach.
As I'd collapsed, he'd hurried over to Brad who could
hardly stand on his own two feet, and was about to slit
his throat.
Instantly I jumped up and crowned him over the head
with the metal poker slick, and as I freed Brad from
his grip, I kept my promise and drove that poker up his
arse and watched as blood came pouring out of his
bowels.
I doubt it if he lived, but we weren't going to hang
around to find out. I staggered around swooning, blood
leaking from my wounds until I finally located his
stash. Then pocketing the 10k he'd tried to hide from
me, and I somehow lifted Brad up onto his feet dragging
him after me as we high-tailed it out of there.
Brad was seriously ill for about a month. It was the
worse month of my entire life. I really thought I'd
lose him then. I didn't have enough money to have him
or myself hospitalised, and I couldn't afford to have a
doctor look at him or me either.
10k just wasn't enough money to have him medically seen
to. Also, my greatest fear was having both of us
identified while we lay there in their hospital beds,
and then me being unable to stop the authorities taking
Brad away from me.
As I haphazardly patched myself up, thinking I might
even die on Brad at times, it was one of the few
occasions I truly did consider ringing Evan and having
him come down and pick Brad up.
I stayed in bed with him all the time, falling in and
out of consciousness and hugging him close to me as I
tried to will him and myself to get better. And as I
got better and I watched him slowly recovering, not
once did I leave his side.
By now he'd lost a ton of weight but slowly he did get
better, but I knew he was still gravely ill. Of course,
there was no way I'd ever let him out of my sight
again, or sell him to anyone ever again.
That's when I thought I'd really lost Brad forever. I
just never thought anyone would do a home-invasion raid
on us while we were this down and out, bursting through
our front door and holding us at gun point as they tore
our small one bedroom unit apart.
At first I thought it was my brother Evan's goons
finally tracked us down, but as I quickly took in the
situation, I knew we were in real trouble.
Never had I been so scared, as when we were pushed onto
our knees in front of the four masked intruders, four
huge black men who stood glaring down on us,
threatening to slit Brad's throat if I didn't agree to
suck each of their big black dicks.
There was no choice to be made as I looked into Brad
frightened trusting sickly face. I immediately turned
to the big man in front of me and tasted my first cock,
in fact my first black cock.
The man was truly ruthless, slapping, punching and
gagging me until I sucked him off the way he liked it
done. For the first time in my life, I experienced what
it must have been like for Brad and his brothers, for
all the guys I'd enslaved and then used for my own
personal enjoyment.
Of course, with no micro-chip to heighten my senses or
make my body respond, I had to endure the constant
beatings and bitch slaps as I orally pleasured each one
of them, licking and sucking on their big black hairy
balls as well, until they got sick of that and then
ripped my clothes off me.
And all the time I was repeatedly getting fucked up the
arse by them, all I could do was look into Brad's sad
frightened face and hope we would somehow survived
this. Of course, when the 'boss' as he was known by
first anally penetrated me, I immediately blacked out.
But I woke up to one of his companion's brutally
fucking me.
I wavered in and out of consciousness, until finally
they'd had there fill, and then tying me up to the
headboard of the bed, they laughed and sneered at me as
they dragged Brad out with them as they left.
I knew my anus had been torn up really badly, and blood
continued to seep out of me as I worked at trying to
untie my bindings. It took me half an hour to free
myself and then, throwing on what clothes I had left, I
picked up a discarded length of vacuum cleaner piping
and went in search of the hotel manager.
As I'd figured, he was only too happy to tell me
everything I needed to know. The men who had taken Brad
were a neighbourhood gang that ran organised crime in
this sector of the city.
But one of their more profitable enterprises was to
kidnap good looking white teenage boys, and after
raping them for weeks on end, selling them to a
sadistic group of foreign nationals who took great
pleasure in slowly decapitating the poor victim's body
parts a limb at a time, keeping them alive for as long
as they could as they sexually abused them at the same
time.
And even though I was hysterical, I took my time
planning how to get Brad back, and over the course of
four days, I prepared myself for the oncoming
confrontation.
All it took was a stick of dynamite and a pistol, and
the address of where they were keeping him.
I can tell you it came as a huge surprise for them when
their front door exploded in on them, and then having
me charging in there, screaming at the top of my lungs,
shooting every one of them as they lay there shell-
shocked.
What I didn't expect was the two bullets that hit me in
my right shoulder and my left upper arm. Of course it
didn't slow me down at all, as I spotted Brad still
being sodomised by that cunt of a 'boss' man.
Pistol-whipped him, dragged him off Brad and then blew
his cock and balls off, before I quickly pulled Brad up
under my right arm and dragged him out of there to a
waiting car I'd loaned that day.
We made a quick getaway out of that state and across
the border, but I was nearly frantic with despair as I
saw Brad was suffering from loss of blood and extreme
agony.
Eventually I found a place for us to rest up, and as
gently as I could, I tried to tend to Brad's severe
wounds. I didn't care about my own injuries. They were
nothing compared to Brad's, so I found myself once
again thinking of just ringing Evan.
Also, from that day on, I stopped using him, fucking
him, demanding that he service me. I'd seen the pain
and agony he'd suffered firsthand as he'd recuperated
and I no longer wanted to see him suffering because of
me. All I wanted was to make sure he was okay, and I
stayed in that small cramped filthy bed hugging him to
me as I watched his handsome face become gaunt and
shallow and his body get thinner.
By the time Evan caught up with us, we'd finally moved
all the way down south and I'd just secured a part-time
job repairing simple electronic gadgets from home. We
were so broke that all I could afford to rent for us
was a very cheap unit to live in. I had stopped eating
altogether and any money we had went on food for Brad
and any legal pain killers I could buy for him.
But by now I'd seen how ill Brad really was. He was
just so skinny. He wouldn't or couldn't eat and all
he'd do was continue to try and make me happy, try to
service me, even when I told him he no longer had to do
that anymore.
I remember lying awake long hours, holding him tightly
to me, knowing I was about to lose him for good if I
didn't get him some serious help soon.
That's when Evan turned up on our doorstep, telling me
it was time for Brad to go home to his loved ones. I
knew it was the truth, but I didn't want Evan to see
the defeat in my eyes, I didn't want him to know I knew
I'd failed Brad.
So I did what I always do when I want people to think
I'm tough and in control. I tried to fight him off,
told him to fuck off, but he'd grown in the last year
and he just swatted me down like a mosquito.
He knocked me out with one punch. It wasn't that
difficult really. I had no strength left in my own
body, and I was lucky if I could even stand up.
The next thing I knew I was lying in a prison hospital
bed, drips running into my arms, and a whole lot of
detectives trying to interview and interrogate me. It
was all so hazy what happened then. I was charged as I
lay there in that bed, and before I knew it, before I
was better, I was sent to the cell I now currently
occupy.
Evan came and saw me once before my trial, and we had a
short conversation. I remember how he looked at me, and
it was a look that really scared me. As he'd sat across
from me in the interview room, he asked me simply why.
"Because I love him... Because he makes me feel like
I'm a real man!" I said looking at him as tears
suddenly rolled down my face.
Then there was silence for a few moments.
"You call that love? What you did was an abomination of
love! How can you say you love him?" Evan asked, his
voice rising with anger. All I could do was look at
him, unable to explain that Brad needed me to fulfill
his deepest darkest needs, and that I needed Brad to so
I could fill those needs for him.
"Do you hate me Evan? Will you ever be able to forgive
me?" I asked him, and I could hear my voice was very
small and trembling, because I knew I feared his
answer.
"I hate you with all my heart Noel! I hate you for what
you've done to Brad and his entire family! For what
you've done to August and his family, and for what
you've done to our family! I can never forgive you for
what you've done!" he answered softly, and there was
that look, a look of pure hatred. I had expected him to
say something like this, but when he'd finally said it,
it was like a ton of bricks had fallen on top of me.
Suddenly I felt so small and very, very alone. I felt
myself look down at the table before me, and then felt
my chest contract and heave as a loud mournful wail
escaped my mouth and my tears blinded my vision.
That's when I realised I didn't deserve any pity, not
from Evan, not from any one, and especially not from
Brad. Now I knew I would be made to suffer as I'd made
others suffer before me.
"I'm so sorry Evan, so very sorry for what I've done!"
I sobbed openly to him, unable to meet his accusing
hate-filled eyes as he got up and went to the door to
leave.
"I know you've been dying to ask me about Brad, and how
he is." Evan said.
"You'll be happy to know that he's doing a lot better.
He was suffering severe malnutrition and dehydration,
as well as trachoma, which has affected his eye sight
rather badly. But he's going to pull through. I've got
the best physicians and specialists looking after him."
And with that he walked out on me.
At my trial, it was like being at a three ring circus.
The national media all turned up, and my name suddenly
became synonymous with some of the greatest mass
murderers and serial killers ever to be afforded such
historic infamy.
I was scared and terrified as I was made to tell the
jury what exactly happened and how I'd gone about
enslaving August and then Brad Cahill and his family.
But the hardest part was being aware that they were all
in the courtroom directly behind me, witnessing my
admittance to my crimes and how I'd deliberately
planned to enslave them. At no time did I have the
courage to turn around and look at them, to tell them
how sorry I was. I kept my eyes firmly on the table in
front of me, and never lifted them for the entire court
hearing.
Except for Brad! When he was finally called up to the
witness box, I tried to quickly glance up at him,
without him seeing me look at him. All I wanted to do
was see how healthy he now looked, and I was swooning
in my seat as I saw how handsome he appeared in the
white suit he wore.
But once again my tears blinded me as he related to the
jury how I'd enslaved him and then the whole sequence
of events that led to Evan finally tracking us down in
the south.
Of course I was found guilty, and I now await my
sentencing.
And as I wait, I am micro-chipped, have all the hair on
my body permanently removed, and then I am brutally
raped and beaten, all in preparation for when I am
formally told I have been enslaved for the rest of my
natural life.
On top of that, regardless of my sentence, I am to be
castrated and have my tongue removed without general
anesthetic.
And then if I survive my mutilation, I will be sold to
a mining company somewhere in Uganda.
***
7.2 Brad Cahill - Wings of Freedom
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
He comes in my dreams as an avenging angel, angry and
dangerous, demanding my unconditional loyalty and love.
I give it to him immediately, open myself to him, and
as I dream, I feel his wrathful arms wrap around me and
squeeze the breath out of me, crushing my lungs,
reducing my torso to a bloody pulp.
But then my eyelids flutter and I wake up screaming. I
can feel myself being held down on my back, a soft
caring voice telling me everything is alright.
My eyes adjust to the dim light, but the face above me
is vague and blurred.
"It's alright Brad. You're safe now and lying in a
comfortable soft bed, covered with soft smooth sheets
to keep you nice and warm." It is Master Evan's voice
and he is speaking so tenderly. I can feel him wiping a
warm moist cloth across my forehead, and he continues
to talk to me.
"Don't worry Brad. Your eye sight has been affected a
little bit, but you'll soon be able to see clearly
before you know it. Just calm down, you're safe now and
no-one will hurt you." he says, his voice soothing me,
calming me.
I remember him clearly. I recall how he came and took
me away from the small suffocating room that Master
Noel and I were living in. But where is Master Noel? I
need him, oh God I need him, and as I think about him I
feel my cock stiffening instantly to its fully erect
state.
"Shhhh... That's it Brad. Calm down. No one will hurt
you or do anything to harm you ever again." Master Evan
says in a gentle voice that I find comforting, as he
again wipes my forehead with the same warm moist cloth.
Again I think of Master Noel, and I wonder where he is.
He cannot be far away, not if Master Evan is here
looking after me. Why can't I see him? In fact, why is
everything so blurred? Then I remember what Master Evan
has just told me, of the damage to my eyes.
I need to get up and search for Master Noel. Why can't
I move, or raise my arms or legs. I can't even lift my
head up without sudden pain shooting through every
nerve ending of my body. Maybe I've been refitted with
a micro-chip and Master Noel is punishing me for not
getting up off my lazy backside. Yes, that must be it!
"Listen to me Brad! Now just calm down and relax. Don't
squirm about like that! Just rest up here now, yes
that's it." Master Evan continues saying, his voice
soft as velvet silk.
"You've been ill for a while Brad, and now you getting
better. I want you to stay still and relax and rest up
for me Brad. Will you do that for me Brad?" Master Evan
says, insisting I stop moving about.
Suddenly I feel very, very tired, and before I know it,
I fall into a deep comforting sleep.
That's when the visions come, a rambling kaleidoscope
of vivid pictures that flicker and merge into a single
moving image. I know what these are. They are my
memories playing out in my mind, reminding me of the
past.
There in my mind, as if it were only yesterday, are my
parents. They are looking a bit haggard but overjoyed
as they hug Sean, Justin and me close to them. And
there's Master Evan standing aside, smiling a lonely
smile, watching us as we laugh and cry, lost in our
family love for each other.
But I hear the knock on the door and without thinking I
walk over and open it. Suddenly someone grabs me by the
front of my shirt, dragging me out and silently closing
the door behind me. A huge ape of a man, unshaven and
nearly bald and much taller than me, slams me up
against the wall of the hallway and puts a finger up to
his lips, indicating I should keep quiet, just shut my
mouth as he hurriedly pushes me into an empty janitor's
room, flicks on the light and closes and locks the door
behind us.
At first I am furious. I want to strike back but the
way he looks down at me, a smirk across his weather-
beaten face suddenly sends shivers of fear down my
spine.
"I got a message for you, queer-boy! It's from your
real master down south, and I think you're going to
want to stay real quiet and not make a sound as I tell
what he's got to say!" he says in a terrifying voice
that makes me tremble in fear.
"Firstly, he commends you all on getting away from him
so easily. Didn't think his own little brother had the
balls to do what he did. But you, well, he's got a
message. Come back now, of your own free will, and
he'll leave the rest of your family alone." The large
man said, his voice sounding like gravel on sandpaper.
And then before I know it, he is cupping the front of
my crotch, feeling me up and then unzipping my fly.
"Of course, if you don't do what he wants, he's going
to be so pissed off, and I reckon you can kiss your
family goodbye forever. I'm quite sure he'd never harm
you, but I doubt he'll let any of your other family
members live if you were to disagree with him." He says
as he shoves his huge calloused hand inside the front
of my underwear to take my testicles in the palm of his
fist.
"So, what do you say, homo? Are you going to be a good
boy and come peacefully with me? Or are you going to
try and fight me and go running off to your new
boyfriend?" he says as he starts squeezing my balls as
hard as he can.
I know I am crying now, and I know it is senseless to
try and fight back. This man is humungous and will
knock me about before I know what's hit me. Also, I
know I have to follow this scary man and go back to
Master Noel.
I've already learnt how cruel Master Evan's brother can
be, and I know he'll never let me go. When it comes to
the long-term safety of my family, and doing the right
thing for them, there really isn't any choice.
"Ah that's good! I can see you made the right decision.
Now let's get real cozy here and get to know each other
a lot better. On your knees cunt!" he growls at me.
In the dim light of the small janitor's room, I fall to
my knees as he stands over me, and as I look up at him,
he moves even closer to me and quickly lowers his
pants. His penis is fully erect and it is huge,
standing out from his hairy groin about nine inches or
10".
"Time to show Papa how good a 'sword swallower' you
really are."
I take his throbbing organ in my mouth and I gag as he
tries to force it down my throat, not because of the
thickness and length of his massive penis, but because
he hasn't washed or showered in a very long time.
His stench and the putrid taste of his foreskin makes
me want to retch, to vomit, but I still my stomach and
do what he demands of me.
For quite a few minutes he makes me work my lips up and
down the shaft of his thickly veined cock, before he
decides he wants more. Quickly he pulls me back up to
my feet by my hair, and spins me around so my back is
to him. He yanks my pants and underwear down around my
ankles, pulls my shirt up my chest, and makes me bend
over and grab my ankles.
"Now that's real nice! I been hanging out to try me
some hot faggot cunt, so you just hold tightly onto
your ankles and don't make a sound as I corn hole you,
you fucking homo!" he grunts as he roughly pushes
himself all the way into me.
And then he reaches over me and grabbing a fistful of
my blond hair, he yanks my head up and back and starts
slamming into me, fucking me as hard as he can. I feel
the agony of what he is doing to me, but I also feel my
body responding to his brutality. My anus starts
gripping and milking his thrusting penis and I find I
am pushing back my butt to get as much of him into me.
I feel ashamed of myself. I no longer have the micro-
chip in my spine, but it's as if its still there, and
the pleasure level has been triggered at an extremely
high setting.
"Goddam you're good faggot! Oh yeah, I can see why he
wants you back!" the man gasps out loud as he increases
his fuck pace and slams into my anus over and over
again while still yanking my head up even further as I
stand bent over all the way, holding tightly onto my
ankles.
The images blur in my mind, suddenly speeding up like
the fast forward action on a movie. I see myself
kneeling before the man once more, licking and sucking
the slime of his recent ejaculation and my shit off his
semi-flaccid cock and large hairy balls before he
quickly makes me stand up again and pull my pants up
before dragging me out of the janitor's room and away
from my family and friends and the Le Grand Hotel.
Bundled into the back of a car, I see vaguely the many
street lamps lighting up the night, but I have no idea
where we are or where we are going. The small room we
enter is dusty and damp, and I sit on the side of the
bed as he instructs me and watch as he sets up a
digital video camera on a tripod stand facing me.
I speak the words he tells me to repeat and dutifully
stand up once more, lower my pants and underwear, step
out of them so he can video record me masturbating. And
as I smile, I watch as he steps forward and punches me
in the face.
The images speed up more as he places me in many
uncomfortable positions and fucks me repeatedly.
Absurdly, I watch as the images show me sucking his
monstrous dick before and after each fuck session, and
see myself gag as he urinates in my mouth. He continues
to beat me around my head, my body and genitals,
deriding me for not being a real man and not fighting
back.
Instantly the images slow down a fraction as I find
myself thrown down in the middle of another small room
and there stands Master Noel, his face red with anger
as he turns on the man, telling him to go back to his
motel and wait for him to call.
I hear Master Noel's voice as if from far away,
ordering me to go take a shower and I watch myself
stagger into the cubicle. I remember the warm water
flowing over me has a reviving quality about it, and
then before I know what has happened, I am dry and
Master Noel is taking his time fucking me on my back.
My knees are bent over his shoulders and he his kissing
me deeply, and then as he cums, Master Noel bites my
tongue and declares his undying love for me.
Suddenly I am seeing in my mind images that are running
at normal speed. We are in another small compact
bedroom, somewhere in the southern states, and Master
Noel looks scared and worried. He is cursing Master
Evan, and hugging me close to his chest. I lay there,
feeling a sudden swelling of love for him, and
immediately lower my head and take his semi-erect penis
into my mouth.
"Good girl! Yes, that's lovely! Take it deeper baby,
and make your Daddy feel really good!" Master Noel
intones to me, running his hands through my blond hair
gently. It is one of his good days, where he has spared
me the discipline of his fists and has momentarily let
his guard down. I know I am now safe, that I have made
the right decision, and that Master Noel will look
after me as he has promised.
Then news reaches him that Master Evan has just picked
up our trail as he continues to pursue us. If I could,
I would tell Master Noel he doesn't need to worry, as I
would never leave him. But I stay silent, obediently
speaking only when spoken to.
Again, another room and another city! I can feel my
stomach rumbling as we haven't eaten in such a long
time. Master Noel jokes that all the protein he makes
me suck out of his cock should be enough to feed a
small nation, but I can see he is now really worried
about me.
I remember the first man he brings home, a skinny
spectacled man who takes one look at me and then hands
over a large sum of money to Master Noel. Then I am
ordered to pleasure him with my mouth and then lie back
and let him fuck me for as long as he wants.
That night we eat our first proper hot meal in over a
month, and on my knees, I smile with joy at Master Noel
as I lean forward with my hands behind my back and eat
from the overfilled plate of hot food on the floor
placed next to him.
"Tonight you'll be my dog, my bitch! So when you're
finished there Lassie, come over here and take my cock
in your dick-sucking mouth and hump your clitty up and
down my leg. And for being such a good whore, I'll even
let you shoot your load." He says happily, watching me
as I eat my fill.
As soon as I finish and lick my plate clean, I hobble
over to him and push my erect cock up against his hairy
leg. As I suck him off, keeping my hands behind my
back, I slowly hump his leg, making sure I take my
time, just the way he likes me to do it.
The feel of his coarse leg hair tickles and scratches
my hairless cock and balls and before I know it, I have
let myself go and I'm humping as hard as I can and as
fast as I can. His large uncut penis starts spurting
his manly juices into my mouth at the same time I
ejaculate all over his leg. And as soon as I suck him
dry and lick his balls clean, I move down and lick and
suck up all the mess I've made on his hairy leg.
Tonight he is proud of me, and as I lay next to him,
feeling his powerful arms hugging me close to him, I
start kissing his hairy chest and shoulders and long
thick neck.
Again the images slide forward rapidly, like a series
of cardboard flip boards that suddenly stop at a scene
of me on my hand and knees and Master Noel kneeling
behind me, his chest flat against my back, his arms
hugging my chest tightly, and his fully erect penis
thrusting in and out of my gripping vagina.
"Come on boys! My friends here didn't pay a fortune to
see two sissy faggots acting like homos. We want a
proper man-banging fuck performance! Now get with it!"
It was the old man, and he was ridiculing the way
Master Noel was fucking me.
I could tell there were about 20 odd men sitting around
watching us, and Master Noel was whispering in my ear
for me to push back harder, to get into the rhythm of
his fuck-pace.
"I'm gonna kill that old cunt one of these days! He's
really starting to piss me off big time!" Master Noel
grunted and gasped into my ear as he pounded up me even
harder. I could hear the applause and wondered which of
the cheering men would be fucking me next.
The images speed up once more and I watch myself
standing before the old man side on, letting him stroke
my erect penis as he pushed the tapered end of a large
empty whisky bottle up my cunt. The pain was
excruciating, but I bit my tongue and let him do it.
"Fuck you've got a sloppy pussy, boy! See, I've nearly
got half the bottle up your vagina and your dick is
still rock-hard. Okay then, turn around so my friends
can see you and jerk off while I fuck you hard with
this bottle. I want to see how far you'll stretch
before you start bleeding bitch!" the old man leered,
his voice evil and filled with hate.
As instructed, I furiously masturbate myself for them
as he slammed the glass bottle in and out of my pussy.
I tried not to cry, but tears came and a strangled
squeal of pain leapt from my throat as I felt something
inside me rip at the same time I shot my girl juices.
Then there was Master Noel, standing over the
unconscious dying body of the old man, screaming at him
as he rams a metal poker up his arsehole. He has
sustained three serious knife wounds and is bleeding
badly, but without hesitating Master Noel quickly steps
over to me, tears in his eyes as he hugs me close to
him and helps me stagger out of the old man's house.
Then there was nothing. No images, no visions, no
pictures. I lay in a cocoon of peaceful black silence,
until suddenly I opened my eyes and I can vaguely see
Master Noel leaning over me, tears of joy in his eyes
as he saw me looking up at his face.
We are in another city, another small one bedroom
apartment. Master Noel is hugging me close to him, a
desperate angry look on his face as he talks of our
future. Suddenly the door crashes open and four huge
masked men carrying machetes and pistols storm into the
room.
Master Noel looks resigned, as if he knew this day
would come, when Master Evan's security team would
eventually find us. But suddenly Master Noel yells at
me to get down, screaming at the four men to stay away
as he uses his body to shield me.
The next minute we are both on our knees, our wrists
tied behind our backs, facing the men as they ransack
our room. Master Noel is shouting at the men to take
what they want and then get the fuck out.
"6k boss, just like the hotel manager said, boss!" says
the thinnest of the four. They are all very tall, and
three of them are verging on obese. We can't see their
faces, as they are wearing balaclavas, but their bare
hands identify they are all black men.
"So what we got here? Two faggot scum living it up in a
cozy hideaway retreat? And doing naughty fag stuff, no
doubt? Well, I reckon that'll cost ya big time not to
be ratted on. What do ya say, HD?" the largest man says
as he glares down at us.
"I say we have some fun before we go, and still give
'em up to the cops when we leave. Nothing nastier than
some fucking homos polluting the straight pool, boss!"
answered his compatriot in a chilling voice.
"Okay then, fun it is!"
Instantly a long glinting blade is pressed against my
throat and one of the men stands in front of Master
Noel unzipping his jeans.
"I reckon you the top man, since you still dressed and
all. So you get the pleasure of sucking my cock and
licking my big fat hairy black balls first." The man
said sneering down into Master Noel's horrified face.
"Mind though, we'll give you one chance to get outta
here with your cherry intact. If you don't want to suck
us all off, and then have us fuck you stupid, we'll
leave you alone and just slit your bitch's throat
before we fuck him. Then once we're finished, you can
go home, and forget this ever happened. Your choice
punk?" the man said.
At first Master Noel just stared at the huge black
uncut dick in front of his face, and then he turned his
head my way, looking at the menacing knife pressing
against my throat. And then he turned back around and
without another word took that large throbbing erection
into his mouth and started sliding his lips up and down
its thick length.
Before I could even move, one of the other men stepped
forward quickly and shoved his penis into my mouth and
ordered me to suck him off.
Again the images in my mind shifted quickly ahead in
time. I could see Master Noel and I had been positioned
next to each other, our wrists still tied behind our
backs, and we are both on our knees at the side of our
bed, bent over so our faces are pushed into the
mattress.
Kneeling behind us, two of the large black men are
brutally fucking us, while slamming their fists into
our backs if we don't push back onto their raging
thrusting cocks fast enough.
Master Noel has had his clothes ripped off him and his
favourite jock strap has been shoved into his mouth
gagging him. I have a pair of Master Noel's Speedo
briefs jammed into mine. Our faces are turned towards
each other, and I can see the lost, daze look on Master
Noel's grimacing pain-riddled face as he is forced,
like me, to take all the men's erect penises over and
over again.
The images shifted once again in time, and I recognise
the cellar room where the men and 16 of their gang
members hang out. I am on my back, the boss laying on
top of me, my legs over his shoulders as he pounds his
huge black cock in and out of my vagina.
The look in his eyes is feral and he is fucking me as
hard as he can, intentionally trying to hurt me and
make me cry.
"Fucking some real nice white pussy here guys! God he's
good! His pussy keeps gripping my dick so tight!" he
grunts and drools as he slams himself over and over
into me.
I remember how they had decided to take me with them
once they'd had their way with Master Noel and me.
Tying Master Noel up and then dragging me out of the
room, they'd thrown me in the boot of their car and
driven me here where I'd spent the next five days
performing oral on all their gang members and then
letting them rape me up my vagina whenever they wanted
to.
I remember my mind had gone completely numb and all I
could think about was Master Noel, and how he'd
sacrificed his cherry to save my life.
If ever I was stunned, it was when the heavy wooden
door to the cellar room I was being sodomised in
suddenly blew inward, shards of splintered wood
injuring many of the black men inside, and Master Noel
storming in firing a gun at anything that moved. Then
there was a volley of gunfire that seemed to go on
forever, but as the smoke cleared, there stood Master
Noel looking around for me.
As soon as he saw the boss who was still on top of me,
he raced over, smashed the handle of the gun against
the surprised black man's temple and pulled him off of
me. Then Master Noel rolled the man over onto his back,
took aim and shot the man's genitals off.
With Master Noel supporting me, he dragged me to a
waiting car he'd stolen earlier and slammed the
accelerator down as he drove us out of the city and
across the state line. I could see Master Noel had been
injured. He'd taken two bullets. One that had entered
and passed through his upper left arm and the other
having passed through his right shoulder.
After many hours, and I can see he was very groggy and
weak, he finally books us into a small run-down hotel
on the outskirts of a city, three states away from
where we'd been robbed and raped, and looking me over
carefully, he hugs me close to him as he cries and
kisses me all over my startled face.
"It's alright baby! You're safe with me now! Come on,
lie down here and try to get some sleep, okay." He said
to me gently, not worrying about his own injuries, just
concerned about me.
The images of the three weeks we stayed there float
through my mind as Master Noel decides once again
whether to ring Master Evan to come down and collect
me. But as I recover a little and he starts feeling
better, he chooses to move us once again. I also know
there is something wrong with my eyes now, as he is
just a blurred image on the edge of my vision, but I
don't tell him.
"I've got to get you help, Brad! I'm really scared I
might lose you if I don't. Maybe I'd better ring Evan
and have him come down here now?" he said in a whisper,
mainly to himself than to me. Immediately I wrapped my
arms weakly around his waist and tried to hug him close
to me, tried to reassure him all was well.
Finally the images speed up and I see myself on my
knees, trying to stay upright. I feel so weak, and I'm
having trouble not falling into a deep faint. I know I
have been unable to eat, that no food I take in stays
down.
I hear the knock on the door and the vague outline of
Master Evan stands before us. Master Noel is nearly
hysterical. I can hear it in his voice. He is trying to
protect me, but I know he is in bad shape too. As he
has seen me getting ill over the last month, he too has
stop eating.
I hear the scuffle and then the loud sound of a body
hitting the floor and I know deep down it is Master
Noel. Frantically I move forward, cursing my inability
to see, but my hands come across him and he lays there
before me unmoving.
Instantly I start howling in despair. He isn't moving,
and I know there's something wrong with him, but
suddenly I feel soft tender hands brush my shoulder and
gentle arms wrap around me.
"Shhhh, Brad. Its okay! Noel's okay too, and your safe
now. Shhhh there baby!" I hear Master Evan say softly
to me, hugging me ever so gently against his chest.
"Shhhh, you're safe now. We're going to look after you
and get you all better again." Master Evan continues
and I feel myself calming down and then the images
disappear and darkness descends all around me.
Noises and voices surround me, at first feint and
muffled. My avenging angel appears above me with the
face of Master Noel and the body of a glowing
iridescent Adonis. And on pure white wings he floats
down to me to cup my face gently and wipe away my
tears.
"It's time for you to move on, Brad. It's time for you
to let go of me and seek out your own destiny." The
angelic floating figure with Master Noel's face says to
me, a huge beatific smile stretched across a benign
face glowing with love.
Instantly I open my eyes to see the outline of Master
Evan hovering over me. I think he is smiling happily
down into my face and I feel his lips gently kiss my
forehead as he once again whispers to me to rest and to
sleep. A rich comforting darkness swirls around me,
settling over me, protecting me.
And then my eyes flutter open as bright natural
sunlight awakens me. I can see better now, the figures
and objects around me coming into clearer focus. There
standing over me is Master Evan, just as he has always
been, and I can see the details of his whole face now.
He looks so handsome and tall, not like the memory I
had of him as a short skinny teenage bookworm who
always looked shy and timid.
Now he looks strong and vibrant, but in the back of his
eyes I see the gentle kind boy I use to know. And
before I know what I'm doing, my hand rises ever so
slowly until I can caress his cheek.
"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me,
my handsome young prince!" I whisper softly up to him,
and I see the tears of pure joy and love spill down his
cheeks as he moves his lips down onto mine and gently
kisses me.
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