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Bigrig Ch. 01

By: windstormy



The dark sky continued to rain down on him its icy rain and sleet. Clad in only a T-shirt, an open button-up shirt, jeans and tennis shoes Jonathan turned to face the now scarce south bound traffic on I-75. 

He stuck out his thumb praying someone would have mercy on him. The cold had truly saturated his very being with its relentless glacial fingers. Knowing that if he didn't get help fairly soon he would freeze to death right there on the shoulder of the interstate.

A large blue Freightliner conventional growled to a stop on the paved shoulder just before him. The passenger door popped open and he raced to its side.

"Come on up outta the cold, boy." The driver yelled. "What the hell are you doing out here on a day like this? Didn't you're mamma teach you better?"

"My mother is dead, sir." The youth returned solemnly as he climbed into the cab.

"Well, no wonder..." The man seemed very irritated at his appearance. "You got no business out here on a day like this, son. You could catch your death."

"I got no where to go, sir." The youth admitted.

"Where the hell are you going then?" The man fussed as he ground the gears starting back onto the road.

"Just wherever." Jonathan returned.

"Hmp." The man expressed coldly. "I wouldn't be out on a day like this."

"No one will let me sit in the truckstops and all. They keep running me off." Jonathan defended.

"I'll be damned." The man seemed to sympathize a bit then.

"How can I repay you?" Jonathan asked shivering in his cold wet clothes.

"Ah..." the man waved him off with a bit of a smile. "Just knowing you ain't out there freezin' your ass off is enough for me." The man grinned at him then looked back to the road.

"I could do things for you?" Jonathan offered then.

"Yeah?" The man seemed interested. "Like what?"

"Fuel your truck for you? Wash it. Keep it neat and picked up. Sleep with you?" Jonathan knew he would do anything at this point. It would be no different than what he knew at home.

"What did you say?" The man's expression change dramatically.

"I said..."

The angry bite of the man's backhand forced his head against the back of the seat. He remained there feeling so very alone. So very confused he just had nothing left in him now. This was all he knew. It was all he had known all his life. When was it going to change? Who would save him from the abuse he kept getting from everyone he came in contact with?

The truck slowed to a stop on the shoulder once more. Reaching across him the man opened the passenger door. Grabbing the youth he tossed him out onto the ground. Slamming the door he began to roll not even caring that the lad's legs were in harm's way.

Jonathan rolled away from the trailer tandems just before they would have crushed his legs under their cruel weight. Sitting on the frozen grass he wept soundly for a short time wishing he had now let the damn thing end his life completely. 

Getting up slowly he started southbound again. Not even trying to get a ride now. He just hoped he died soon. And he hoped it would be a quick death.

Not too far behind Bruce adjusted the volume on his CB hearing a snarling old voice complaining about the youth's forwardness.

"I ain't never..." he was saying in the background. "That damn kid offered me a fuckin' blow job."

"Did he give it to ya?" Some other driver asked then.

"Hell no! I threw 'im outta my truck. I ain't got time for trash like that." The man stated.

"My, my, my." Bruce shook his head slowly as he wished he were closer to crossing the Georgia State line. "Where is this poor kid?" He grabbed the mike asking over the air. 

"I just threw 'im out at the 350 mile marker." The man returned.

"Damn." He said to himself as he geared down to keep from hitting his brakes. 

The weather was treacherous and that child would freeze to death soon if someone didn't help him. It was a frigid twenty-three degrees out there. And that was before the wind-chill factor. In itself the wind was plunging the temperature outside to an incredibly cold nineteen below. The record cold in the state would soon kill the youth if he didn't get to him very quickly.

Reaching for a cigarette he lit it hoping he could reach him before anyone else would pick him up. Or that if they did he could relinquish the boy from the driver easily. Of course he kind of knew in the back of his mind that no one else would pick him up now that they knew what he would do if given the go ahead.

Slowly he maneuvered his big black Pete down the road. Now not far from the Georgia line he smiled knowing no one had gotten him yet. They were keeping him posted on the youth's where abouts over the radio unaware. Running his long thin fingers through his even longer thick sandy hair he couldn't help but think what the kid might be like beneath him. 

"God damn!" Someone called out on the radio. "His damn hair is frozen. He's got ice stuck to his face!"

"Shit..." Bruce growled. "He'll freeze to death before I can get to him." He said out loud to no one.

"He just fell on his knees..." Another came over the squawk box. "He's gettin' up kinda slow there." 

"Damn it!" Bruce geared down again. 

Determined now he gained a bit of speed trying to get to the youth before he collapsed in the icy grass. Crossing the line he now looked eagerly for the kid hoping he made it in time to save him from such a cruel death. 

The miles seemed long and were indeed hazardous. But he continued on his way just to pick up this one shattered life. Watching the mile markers go slowly by he finally caught a glimpse of the haggard youth.

His long dark hair hanging down to his bottom was clumped in rods of ice. The top of his head was a solid frozen crown shining as he barely put one foot before the other. The plaid shirt and jeans he had on appeared soaked and frozen at best. He had a gym-bag thrown over his shoulder, which seemed to drag as low as his outlook on life.

Slowly he made his way onto the shoulder gearing down to bring the truck to a halt. The poor kid trudged onward not even aware that he had stopped. The man reached up laying on the air horn, which startled the youth profoundly. As the kid turned he saw the ghastly extent of the youth's demise. 

His face was frozen in a sheet of ice. The bridge of his nose seemed to disappear beneath the clump that had settled there. His lips were plum blue. The eyelashes had frozen to his face so he couldn't close his eyes. The front of his T-shirt and the shoulders of his over-shirt were frozen to his body.

"Damn, kid. You need an open invitation?" He said as he pulled the airbrake, put the truck in neutral and stood. Reaching across the truck he opened the passenger door.

"Get your ass in here, Baby." The man called out.

Jonathan forced himself to move toward the door. It was all he could do to go just one more step. 

He shivered visibly as he slipped on the icy step. Bruce reached down hoisting the youth's weakened body into the warm cab.

"Damn, Baby. You're dying." The man observed. "Come to the bunk. I'll help you outta those clothes." Bruce reached to the console turning up the heat. He led the youth to the back turning to face him. 

"Come 'ere. I ain't goina hurtchya." The man was urgent to get the frozen wet clothes off the youth. 

"Let's get these wet clothes off and get your body temperature up a bit." he tugged at the shirt causing the youth to wince. But the shirt came free and he tossed it onto the floor up front. 

"Put your arms up." The man ordered beginning to rub the frozen parts of the T-shirt. He then gathered the tail of the shirt pulling it up over the youth's head. His hair clattered from the frozen rods of ice that still clung there.

"Come 'ere." The man pulled him to his body beginning to rub the youth's bottom, hips, thighs and even his privates. "Just thawin' the ice a bit so we can take these off." The man informed him when the youth looked up at him in wonder.

Bruce unsnapped the jeans then unzipping them carefully. He pushed them down over the youth's hips to his knees. 

"Sit." he ordered urging him to do so on the bunk. Getting on one knee he removed the frozen tennis shoes and socks. Then removing the youth's jeans he tossed them on the floor up front with the rest of his clothes.

Grabbing a towel from a closet to his right he began to pat the youth's wet shivering body. Once he had completed that task he wrapped the teen's head with it. 

"Lay down. I'm gonna lay down with ya. Get you warmed up." The man confessed.

Jonathan weakly moved onto the air mattress on top of the bunk mattress there. He rested on his back bringing his hands to his chest as his body quivered from the terrible cold he felt. His eyes followed the man's every move as he removed his shoes and socks then started toward him with a serious expression.

"Don't touch your face, kid." The man ordered gently as he hovered over him. "Just let the ice melt, okay." He tried to smile as he felt the cold coming off the kid's body.

Grabbing the comforter and blankets he came down atop the youth pulling the bedding over them both. 

"There..." The man whispered into Jonathan's ear. He kissed the ear lightly for fear it might break off from the ice that had formed there. 

"Baby, you're frozen solid. I might have to take you to a hospital somewhere." he worried openly.

"No..." Jonathan now whispered shakily with laryngitis.

"Don't you tell me 'no', kid. Damn it. Your sick already." The man knew it now when he heard the youth's voice.

"Please..." Jonathan tried harder to be heard. It only came out as a strained whisper.

"Hush, kid. Just hold onto me and get warm." The man stared down into the youth's face with concern.

Jonathan began to weep with the depth of his despondency. He looked away from the kind man wishing he were dead. Wishing the man would suddenly grasp his head in his hands and quickly wrench his neck bringing an end to all his suffering and pain. His body jerked with the force of his hurt. It seemed nothing could save him from the plight he had been handed.

"Hey, hey. Save those tears. You need to keep your fluids inside. You need 'em right now." The man used a finger to move his head by planting it in the towel not his skin. He made eye contact with the youth smiling gently at him. "Hold me, kid. I won't hurt you, I promise." The man assured him.

Jonathan slowly eased his arms around the man. He could sense the man's honesty as he stared into his eyes. But his intuition had failed him once or twice. Or maybe he had just not been listening. Still he had nothing more to loose, save his, own life. And that he was willing to give up at the moment. He surrounded the man in his arms beginning to feel the warmth of his body saving his.

"What's yer name, kid?" the man's grin seemed a bit warm as he asked.

"Jonathan Bowman." 

"How old are ya?"

"18."

"Naaa. You don't look over 16." The man's eyes narrowed a bit.

"I got proof. In the pocket of my jeans." he pointed to the pile of wet clothing on the floor up front.

"Okay. I'll believe it when I see it, though."

"Whatever..." Jonathan looked away again.

Bruce could see the youth was disinterested in whether he believed him or not. He began to wonder if the kid really wanted to live now.

"Name's Bruce Crawford. I'm 36. I live here in Georgia."

"Really?" The youth's voice wheezed as he looked back into his face once more.

"Yep. On my way home as a matter of fact."

"Really? Need a companion?"

"Baby, I thought you'd never ask." the man smiled wide now. "I'd love to have ya ride with me. It'll make things a bit more interesting in this big ol' lonely truck."

"I'll do anything you want."

"I know, Baby. I heard."

"Oh..." Jonathan looked away now having forgotten these guys talk on the radio openly about such things.

"You're not to sure you really want to are you?" The man asked then.

"Oh, yeah. I am. Anything to get outta the cold."

The man laughed lightly."Well, you came to the right truck. I've been lookin' for someone like you. Maybe we can work somethin' out between us. I could use a little piece every now and again. But I ain't messin' with ya 'till I know yer okay."

"Okay." Jonathan tried to smile a bit. He could understand the man's concern. He didn't need to be catching anything from him. And it wouldn't be fair to the man since he had been so very kind. "You gonna take me to a doctor to be sure first?"

"Yeah. My doctor. He's a pretty cool guy. You'd like 'im. I'm headed that way actually."

"Oh? When do you think we'll get there?"

"It'll take us a while the way the weather is."

"Oh." Jonathan seemed very disappointed now.

"Hey, chin up, kid. It'll be okay. I got much I can offer ya. If you'll just not do two things with me."

"What's that?" Jonathan's whisper became softer now as his condition worsened.

"Lie to me, or steal from me. I'll give ya anything you ask me for that I can give you. You want somethin', just ask. Don't steal from me, or I'll beat the shit outta ya."

Jonathan nodded. "Okay." he could understand his reasoning.

"You need to hush now. Your voice is worse. Just save it for now."

Jonathan nodded his answer.

Silently they lie together. Bruce finally drifted off to sleep until Jonathan began to cough. It was a croupy sound from deep in his chest. His entire body shook with the force of his cough. 

The man knew then, he had to get the youth some attention as quick as he could.

"I'm gonna get goin'. See how far I can get 'fore dark. You can lay back here or come up front with me. I gotta blanket you could wrap up in. Oh..." He got up replacing the covers. 

"My nephew gave me some clothes to give to donation. See if you can wear some of it. Here's a nice sweater. Looks about yer size." He began to dig in several large brown paper bags for some jeans. "Put this T-shirt on underneath." he laid the shirt atop the sweater he had set aside. 

"Here..." he finally found the bag with the jeans in it. "Put these on. See if they fit." He placed them on top of the other clothes.

Jonathan threw the bedding back unashamed of his body or for the man to see him naked. Bruce eyed him long as he rolled onto his side sitting up weakly. Sighing long as he heard his doctor's warning in his head, he turned from the sight of the youth's vulnerable body moving up front. 

"Let me know when yer dressed." He called back to him getting into the driver's seat. Picking up the jeans, he found the kid's wallet. In it was a valid operator's lisence. And he had told him the truth... He was a legal adult... but he just looked so damn young.

He opened the passenger door briefly throwing out the soiled wet still freezing cold clothes.

Jonathan dressed as fast as his ailing body would allow. He dug in the bags finding some socks and a pair of tennis shoes. Putting them on he moved up front with the man.

"Oh, I see you found the shoes. Did you find some socks in there too?" the man eyed the tight jeans on the youth. The prominent outline of the youth's maleness sent a tingle of arousal through him suddenly.

Jonathan nodded.

"Good." He smiled strangely at the youth as he turned in the seat pushing in the clutch. His hand on the shifter he moved it into position. Pushing in the tractor brake they began to slowly move forward. Jonathan watched the man drive the rig slowly down the road. The conditions had become worse than before and it seemed they inched for hours on end.

He noted the man's features as he drove. His long sandy straight hair cascading down his back seemed to cling to his clothing from the static heat off his body. He had a long thin face with shapely eyebrows. Crystal blue were the eyes, a color Jonathan had never seen before. His nose was straight and thin. The lips full curvaceous kissable lips. Jonathan smiled at him as he glanced toward him. The man seemed to know he was studying him.

He could see the power and strength of the man in his neck, shoulders and arms. The man wasn't overly built. However, Jonathan could see he works out somehow and has build his strength. Surmising in his own mind, that there was no doubt this man could rip him to shreds, he decided not to take anything from him unless he gave it.

The man's waist was very trim. His thighs were firm and strong. It seemed he had not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He almost couldn't wait to see the man undressed. It couldn't be helped but to wonder what he had hidden underneath the layers of clothing he had on.

He was clad in a soft sweater of earthen colors, cream, brown and tan. Underneath Jonathan could tell he had on a T-shirt, maybe even a sweat shirt over that. He had on jeans and a pair of work boots. It was evident the man wanted to be warm. 

Jonathan stretched now looking to the man's crotch. The curiosity was getting to him. Leaning forward a bit, he eyed between the man's thighs to see what he could see.

"Whatchya lookin' for?" the man teased knowingly. He could see the direction of Jonathan's stare and knew what he was looking at.

"Just lookin'." Jonathan returned his smile as their eyes met for a moment.

"You wanna really know?" The man asked then.

"Yeah." Jonathan returned kinda glad the man was a bit open about it and to him.

"Come look. Just stay outta my windshield." He offered. "Fair is fair. I done seen yours." He added.

Jonathan's breathing altered a bit as an erotic feeling came over him. He tingled somewhat as he stood approaching the man with only a step or two. Going down on his knees he placed one hand on the arm of the seat the other on the man's thigh. Bruce placed his right hand on the youth's back urging him closer.

"Let me put this up." he spoke of the arm 

Jonathan seemed to support himself with.

He moved his hand and Bruce raised the arm of the chair. Now the youth placed that hand on the edge of the back of the seat. He leaned toward the steering wheel eyeing the outline of him. Curiously he moved his hand closer and on the inside of the man's thigh. Unashamed he touched him there. Pressing his hand against him to feel his size and length if he could.

"Take it out, boy. Don't be shy. I doubt you are, but go ahead. Help yourself." He spoke gently.

Jonathan now undid his jeans releasing the flesh from its confines. He deftly stroked him watching it swell quickly. 

Not surprised at the thick length of the man in the least he now couldn't help but want to taste of him. Leaning closer, he was aware that the man now moved the steering wheel and column to give him more room to work. With his tongue he teased the head gently drawing a deep sigh from the man.

"Do it, Jonathan." The man urged him softly putting a gentle hand on the youth's head thinking Jonathan would only tease him a little. He stroked the youth's head slowly as he drove the rig slowly down the road.

Jonathan took him into his mouth drawing on him hard. The man gasped and the vehicle swerved dangerously. Struggling to regain control his face showed with terror and surprise at Jonathan's adept abilities.

"Just play with it, Baby. I can't take anything more while I'm driving. I'll wreck this bitch if you try to get me off." The man told him honestly when he had gained control again.

Jonathan then decided he would just tease him, just a little. He took all of his enormous cock into his mouth pulling back gently this time instead of sucking him. The man moaned lightly as he did beginning to pet his head again.

"That's nice, Jonathan. I think you and I could get along quite well." He spoke gently to him. "When I park this tin can, I'll let you do anything you want with it. Except ride it. Okay?"

Jonathan nodded excited by the idea terribly. He really wanted the opportunity to show the man what he could do to make him very happy. 


Bigrig Ch. 01



And knowing he would allow the man to do anything he liked to him just to be fed and kept warm and dry for a while, maybe a shower here and there. As he moved down the shaft taking him into his throat the man groaned. 

"Damn, baby. I can't wait to get the full treatment. You're not a rookie. I can see that." he commented "You're really makin' it hard for me to be a good boy here."

Jonathan laughed lightly then began to cough again. He had to back away because it wouldn't stop.

"Why don't you get in the seat there. I'm pullin' into a truckstop. I gotta see just how good you are. There's bottled water behind yer seat. Get one and see if you can cool that cough a bit." The man stated.

Jonathan stood looking behind the seat finding a case of bottled water there. Grabbing one he opened the cap as he sat on the passenger seat. The man eased up the ramp to the stop sign. There he made a left turn moving inertly over the icy bridge. As he moved the rig off the bridge the two truck stops came into view. 

He went to the light turning left. Then he maneuvered the rig into the entrance. Passing the fuel isle he started up a small incline and to the right. 

The parking area was teaming with rigs of all shapes and sizes. Jonathan wondered if the man would find a place to park, it seemed so full.

He drove up and down the rows of rigs until he finally found a pull through. Slowly he maneuvered the vehicle into the space. Easing the heavy rig to a stop he pushed in the clutch again putting the shifter in neutral. He then pulled the tractor brake only, ensuring the trailer brake did not pop out. Flipping a switch on the console the engine idled up a bit.

"Now. Pull this curtain all the way around." The man said, as he unsnapped the strap that held it in place.

Jonathan moved to him grasping the blue vinyl material, which seemed attached to tiny wheels in a track. He pulled the curtain gently until all the windows were covered. When he turned back around the man was sitting leaning his back against the door and window. He had his member in hand stroking it slowly. A strange grin playing on his lips, he silently beckoned to the youth with his free hand.

"Come show me whatchya got, Baby." the man almost whispered.

Jonathan eagerly went to him. Going down on his knees he moved between the man's thighs relieving the hand of its slow work. Taking him into his mouth again he drew on him hard as he pulled back. 

Bruce arched his head back sucking air between his teeth suddenly. Then sighing as the youth went down on the shaft once more he gently began to pet the youth's head with a hand. "That's good, Jonathan. Been a while since I had someone that knew what they were doin'." He stated.

Jonathan tortured the man for a short time before he truly began to work him to an end. 

"Oh, God. Baby, yer gonna make me shoot hard." He warned breathlessly. "It's comin'." he added. "God!" He tensed grasping the youth's head in both hands suddenly. His head arched back his mouth open he all but howled his release to the entire parking lot. 

"Yes, Baby!" He called out. "God that's good!" His voice quivered with his body.

As he calmed and his body relaxed he drew the youth up to him sitting him on his lap. Pulling him to him he pressed his lips to Jonathan's. Easing his tongue into his mouth he tested the waters as he allowed his hand to travel over the youth's body. Exploring the sweetness of the youth torrid mouth he now plundered the teen's body freely.

Jonathan's arousal soared as Bruce's advances progressed. Not stopping the man in the least he leaned on the steering wheel giving him more room to work. 

The man followed him now knowing the youth wanted to be plundered. His hand glided over the length of the youth's thigh. Crossing over the knee it came back up the inside. 

Jonathan's kiss became more urgent. He clung to the man's clothing threatening to rip something very soon.

Finally the hand now pressed his throbbing manhood against his body. He squeezed it gently as he pressed the heel of his hand down the shaft. Rubbing him there he could tell the youth was very near release. Loosening the jeans he took the teen's maleness in hand stroking him adeptly. 

Jonathan moaned into his mouth. Their kiss was now fervently heated. Though Jonathan was used to his partner taking the lead he now found Bruce letting him show him what he needed. 

Moving his hips in rhythm to the man's hand he led the tempo causing it to crescendo to a faster pace. He began to squirm beneath the man's work wishing they were having full intercourse. But he dared not beg the man not knowing if he was infected or not. He didn't want to incense him by giving him some unwanted disease.

"Come on, Baby. Relax. You're trying too hard." The man pulled back just enough to say.

His eyes traveled over the youth's face as Jonathan stared back at him with a begging in his eyes.

"Oh, you tempt me so. I'd love to take your jeans down and ream you a good one. I know you want it don't you, Baby?"

Jonathan nodded emphatically.

"Gees..." The man seemed irritated that he couldn't do this with the youth. "I wish I had some rubbers."

"Not safe..." Jonathan admitted.

"No? You have something?"

"I don't know." 

"Oh, you'd just rather play it safe, huh?"

"Yeah." the youth's voice had improved but only a bit.

"Okay. Can you relax and come for me? I want you to get off."

Jonathan's brow furrowed a bit.

"You're not used to being pleasured are you?"

"No. I always do that."

The man chuckled. "That changed as soon as you got up into my truck, Baby." He informed him. "If I get off, you do too."

Jonathan nodded his eyes tearing a bit. He hugged the man as emotion began to swell in his chest.

"There, now..." Bruce cooed over him. "You're such a sweet thing. I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt you."

Now the youth broke into full tears. He had been hurt. And hurt terribly deep. Not just from misunderstanding drivers, but by his own people. His family. Or so-called family. And that was where all of this had all began. With his so-called family.

"Ah, Baby. What happened to you? Who hurt you so bad? Tell me?" The man's voice broke a bit as he asked.

"My Uncle." Jonathan almost wailed.

"What did he do to you? Did he rape you?"

Jonathan nodded.

Bruce groaned his displeasure at the knowledge of this. "Go ahead and cry it out, Baby." He abandoned the youth's manhood encircling him in his arms. Leaning back on the door and the window he allowed the youth to cry out his deep hurt. Stroking the teen's head gently his mind became a swirl of unanswered questions. Boldly he began to ask them.

"Did he start molesting you early?"

Jonathan nodded again.

"How old were you?"

"Seven."

"Where were your mom and dad?"

Jonathan began crying more. "They died before I turned five."

The man sighed heavily. "So you were left to your Uncle?"

Jonathan nodded once more.

"Did he beat you?"

Another nod.

"Did you finish high school, Jonathan?"

Now he got a negative shake of the head.

"You ran away?"

Another nod.

Bruce began to understand now. He understood why the youth was out in the weather hoping someone would come along and help him. Hoping someone would have mercy on him and feed him a morsel or two. Let him warm himself in a bit of comfort. Allow him a little rest unmolested.

"Baby, I'll take care of you. You'll never have to worry again, as long as you stay with me." the man pledged as he gently rocked the youth from side to side. This seemed to calm the youth a bit. And it made Bruce know that, that was all the youth seemed to hope for in life. To have someone care for him just a little. And find safety in the arms of someone who truly wanted him.

When he calmed completely Bruce leaned him over the steering wheel once more. Staring long into his eyes he gently touched his face with the backs of his fingers. Taking in his facial features he couldn't understand why anyone would want to strike him. But the terrible bruise on the right side of he temple, eye and cheek told him a different story.

He was such a pretty little man. His long thin face had dark mysterious almond shaped eyes. The thin line of his eyebrows just above the sockets almost appeared to have been shaped by a professional. A small slightly rounded nose was turned up on the end just a bit. His lips were full and perfectly shaped. Even the outer lining of the lips was prominent. His chin was narrow and curved. The cheekbones were high. His inky black hair now mussed from lack of care fell down him back to his bottom.

He was thin from lack of nourishment. His skin was pale with his illness. The hands seemed small with long thin fingers. His arms and legs were long and slim. Anyone could tell he was weak and fragile. Perhaps that was the reason people had taken such violent measures toward him, just because they easily could.

"You are very pretty, Jonathan. I just don't understand why anyone would want to hurt you so. But I promise you this...." he cupped a cheek in his large gentle hand. "...I will never hurt you the way you have been hurt. As long as you don't lie to me or steal from me, I will never raise a hand to you. Unless you want me to." the man informed him just above a whisper.

Jonathan nodded seeing he meant every word he spoke. He smiled slightly the man's face so very close he knew the moment they would kiss. And kiss they did. Bruce wasted no time in arousing the youth a second time. He came to know that it was very easy to do so. Taking him in his hand he stroked him once more this time meaning to pleasure him to the very end.

Keeping in rhythm with the man Jonathan moved his hips slowly. He closed his eyes reveling in the care in which the man handled him. Being so very gentle with him as if afraid he would break him in two. Holding him so very gently. Touching him so studiously. What more could he ask for?

Quickly his body rose with the stimulation the man gave him. The youth leaned further back relaxing completely in this man's embrace. He no longer feared him or felt there was a reason to fear him. All of his reservations had fled in the last hour or so. Now, relishing the feel of being pleasured he afforded himself the enjoyment of a climactic end.

Tossing his head back suddenly he inhaled sharply. His body jerked once with the initial spasm. Trembling visibly he moaned his pleasure to the man unashamed. 

He watched as the man's mouth opened slightly delighting in his release fully. The look on his face was so intense he knew the man had waited for this moment with so much anticipation. His eyes never darted away. Nor did his head turn to watch the flow of his fountain. No. The man was engrossed in his facial orgasm. The sounds of his pleasure.

He seemed to almost join him in such pleasure, as if he too were coming with him. The man seemed to breathe with the same rhythm as Jonathan. He was fixed on the youth's very expressions as if they told the entire story. And as the teen calm he also seemed to settle with him. It was then that they both noticed the grip Jonathan had on the front of his sweater.

"God, you're so very sweet, Jonathan. I want you to stay with me. I'll give you anything you desire if you'll just stay with me." He seemed to plead as he covered the now relaxing hand of the youth.

Jonathan nodded slightly as if to yield to the man's will. 

Reaching passed the youth he grabbed a few napkins off the dash to clean his hand with. Yet he seemed to not want to move them from where they were. Once his hand was clean he kissed the youth gently.

"Let's get you under some hot water. Then feed you a good hot meal." The man began to move then.

Jonathan stood fixing himself back into the confines zipping his jeans up once more. He moved to allow the man to do the same.

"Go look in one of those bags and get that jacket." The man ordered gently.

Jonathan moved back into the sleeper digging through each bag until he found it. Putting it on he emerged finding the man had already opened the curtain.

"Let's go." He opened the door climbing down out of the cab.

Jonathan followed him stepping down weakly but was quickly steadied by the man's strong hands. They made their way inside where Bruce purchase the youth a small shower bag and everything he would need to go in it. Then he ordered a shower. 

Going down the hall of showers to the door with the number that had flashed on the screen, he punched in the numbers on the slip of paper in his hand followed by the star key. The door buzzed and he pushed it open.

Jonathan followed him in closing the door behind them.

"Now..." the man put his own shower bag down beginning to undress the youth. "You get under the water and get warmed up some more." the man fussed over him as if he were a small child.

But Jonathan did not dispute his word or his careful attentions. He was actually enjoying being fussed over for a change. Kicking off his shoes he helped the man peel off the tight jeans. Removing his socks he pattered toward the large shower.

Bruce followed him turning on the water for him. He waited until the warm water began to flow before he allowed the youth to get in. Then adjusting it he made it quite warm for the teen. 

Jonathan groaned at the feel of it.

"Nice, huh?"

"Yeah..." He squeaked.

"Hmp. We gotta get you to a doctor. You are a sick little man." Bruce eyed him with concern.

Jonathan didn't argue with him this time. He had learned the last time not to do so. Still he feared the worse would come of it. The only thing he could do was pray for the best. Hopefully his Uncle would not discover where he was. Just maybe he could live in peace for as long as the man would allow him this comfort. 

He turned his chilly face up into the warmth of the flood that poured over him. Looking over at the man who now undressed quickly he now saw the ample strength of Bruce's upper body. His chest, shoulders and arms were very well defined, rippling as he moved with smoothness. As the man now pushed his jeans down over his hips Jonathan eyed the firm round buttocks, solid strong thighs and calves.

The man turned toward him showing the youth his smooth bare chest, abdomen and the truth of his full size and length. Jonathan's breath was caught in his throat as he approached. 

Unconsciously he moved back away from the man stopping when his back met with the cold tiled wall of the shower. Watching as the man's entire maleness swayed with his movements he breathed in small quick snatches. The enormity of him was incredibly intimidating to say the least. 

Jonathan's eyes finally moved up the man's body to his face noting the wicked grin playing on his lips. He wondered what the man meant to do to him. Trembling he clutched his hands to his chest waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the man to spin him around plunging his manhood deep into him ruthlessly.

But the man only surrounded the youth pulling him back under the showerhead allowing the water to fall over them. He turned the youth directly under the water facing the shower head wall. 

Caressing the teen gently he noted that Jonathan stood just a few inches from his lips. He himself being a tall six feet six inches, he surmised that Jonathan must be about six feet tall himself, give or take a couple inches.

Resting his chin on the top of the youths head he felt Jonathan slowly wrap his arms around the man as if to yield to him. He looked down at him turning his face up with a curled finger beneath the chin. There he saw the youth's fear and intimidation. Smiling he leaned down grasping the back of Jonathan's head gently. 

Planting his lips to the youth's he felt him trembling as Jonathan opened to him. Slipping his tongue into the youth's mouth he explored it fully. 

He sensed the teen's reserved surrender to him. Now he knew the youth would let him do whatever he liked no matter how afraid he was. Yet he didn't understand the youth's sudden fear of him. Knowing he had done nothing to warrant the youth's fear he drew back a bit staring down into his face.

"What are you afraid of, Jonathan?" He asked just above a whisper.

Jonathan's trembling escalated suddenly as he now feared incensing the man with his answer. "Have you seen the size of that thing?" his larengytic voice quivered terribly as he spoke.

Bruce laughed aloud. "Baby, you have nothing to fear. I am not going to force you. I'm not even goin' there to start with. You know that. And when I finally do, I promise I won't hurt you." he now informed the youth.

Jonathan's legs buckled as relief came over him suddenly. Bruce tightened his hold abruptly. He hoisted him up laughing once more.

"You are a damn funny little man." he teased.

"I'm glad you think so." Jonathan smiled a bit into the man's wanton face.

"I just wish I could take that ass right now. But 

I promised Greg I'd wait until the tests get back before I do that."

"Oh? Who's Greg?"

"My very close friend and doctor." Bruce smiled as he spoke.

Bruce stopped the truck in front of the office. He had dropped his load and trailer at the receiver. Then calling his doctor he explained the situation to the man personally.

"Bring 'im in, Bruce. I'll see what I can do for him." His friend had told him.

Stepping into the sleeper where Jonathan lay curled up in the fetal position, he noticed the youth was perspiring profusely. Very gently he petted the youth's head and the side of his face.

He felt very warm to the touch.

"Jonathan..." he spoke softly. But the youth did not respond. 

Lifting the youth in his arms he cumbersomely got him out of the truck. Once out of the sleeper Jonathan began to awaken a bit and helped him as much as he could. 

Bruce sat him on the passenger seat. Grasping his waist he pulled him down leaning him against the cab of the truck. Lifting him once more he carried him into the office. 

The woman at the desk seemed a bit alarmed at the condition of the youth. She led the man to the back having him stretch him out on an exam table.

The doctor entered the room having seen Bruce carrying the teen in. He closed the door quickly to assess the youth's condition.

"Bruce, you'll never learn will you?" His friend fussed lightly.

"I think he'll be the last one, Greg." He pleaded with his eyes.

"You want the whole nine yards again?" the man put on a pair of latex gloves hurrying around to the youth who moaned Bruce's name.

"Yes, if you would."

"Did you?"

"No. He wouldn't let me."

Greg looked at him strangely.

"He agreed with your warning." Bruce explained now.

"Oh. Smart kid." Greg looked down into the barely open eyes of the youth. "It's about time somebody take my side on this." he smiled at Jonathan then became worried as the youth's eyes rolled back into his head. "Bruce, I need to admit him. He is sicker than you told me." The man listened to the teen's chest with the stethoscope. "I think he has pneumonia. A bad case of it too."

"Okay, whatever it takes, Greg." Bruce wrung his hands as he urgently watched the man continue his observations of Jonathan. "I'll pay for everything." he told him.

"I'll put it in your name. Your insurance will cover most of it." The doctor didn't look up as he opened the youth's mouth looking at the back of his throat. "He may have bronchitis too. Clara, get him a chest x-ray. I want an I.V. started. Take a full venereal sample including for AIDS." he now spoke to the nurse with them. "Swab the back of his throat. Let's check for strep."

"Yes, sir..." the woman began to move quickly out of the room.

"Bruce, if he lives through this I'll be surprised. He deadly sick. I may not be able to save him." The man confessed.

"Please, Greg. Whatever it takes, do it." Bruce stepped to the table staring the man in the eyes fully. "You have to help him."




Bigrig Ch. 01



"I'll do my best..." Greg stared back surprised by the emotion the man now exhibited.

"I'll give you anything you want, Greg. Just please don't let him die." the man cupped Greg's cheek in his hand as he spoke.

Greg leaned into the warm gentle touch of the man closing his eyes as he did. His lips parted slightly as he sighed long at the feel of it. 

Bruce quickly retrieved his hand as Clara opened the door entering looking at the equipment in her hands. She hadn't seen the exchange luckily. The two men eyed one another cautiously.

Clara moved around them wrapping an elastic rubber strap around the youth's upper arm. She patted the teen's arm inside the elbow for a vein. When the blood vessel rose she swabbed the area with a tiny alcohol gauze. Pushing the vacuum tube apparatus into the skin then the vein she pushed the tube locking it into place. It began to fill with blood. Once it was full she removed the apparatus placing a Band-Aid over the site. Filling out the paperwork she left once more.



Bigrig Ch. 02



I'm so elated to see some of you liked the first chapter. And at your request here is the second. Of course, there's more if you want to read it. Let me know what you think...

At the hospital Greg entered the room evaluating the youth's condition three days later. Jonathan turned his head looking at the man.

"Hey..." the youth smiled his voice still effected by the throat infection.

"Hey, little man. How are you feeling?" Greg asked with a bright smile.

"A little better I think." Jonathan answered honestly. "You ain't told no body in Arizona I'm here have you?"

Greg looked at him strangely. "No, Jonathan. Why, is there someone looking for you?"

The youth swallowed hard. "My Uncle, maybe. He's not a very nice man."

"I know. Bruce told me what you said to him. I have done some research and I read the report in the newspaper. You turned your Uncle in for quite a few sexual crimes against you."

"Yeah, and they let 'im go." A quivering chin and tears accompanied Jonathan's weak version of a growl.

"I saw that. It seems your Uncle has a few friends in high places." Greg stood over him observing his responses with great interest. "I can understand your being afraid he'll come after you. I saw that he has put out several requests that if anyone sees you or knows where you are to call this number..." he took the paper out of his pocket giving it to the youth.

Jonathan looked up at the man. Then looking at the torn paper in the man's hand, he took it opening it slowly. His own home number was on it. 

"Did you call 'im?" The youth's heart had already sunk deep into his belly. He was so solemn it broke Greg's heart right then.

"No, Jonathan. I didn't call him. I couldn't do that to you. It wouldn't be fair." Greg stood at his bedside taking mental notes of the youth's replications. "Especially knowing how happy you have made Bruce already."

"He told me the two of you were very close." Jonathan looked up at the man. "I saw him touch your face in your clinic. You care for him, don't you?"

"Yes. I do, Jonathan." the man admitted.

"Are you two lovers?"

"Of sorts... When I can get away from my work. But that's a secret between you and me alone." He leaned over the bed rail whispering the last.

"I won't tell anybody." Jonathan grinned, whispering back. "But that hasn't been too often has it?"

"No."

"There must be a way..."

"Jonathan, he's on the road all of the time. When would I be able to be with him?" the doctor interrupted him quickly.

"When he comes home." It seemed the kid was digging for something.

"He doesn't come home unless he needs me."

"I can change that, Greg." The youth perked suddenly.

"You'll do no such thing. You just leave our relationship alone. You have your own to think about now." The doctor grinned, shaking a very serious finger at him.

"But it's not fair." Jonathan quickly revolted. With the pitch of his raspy voice it was more of a squeak than anything.

"Nothing is fair in life. You of all people should know that."

"Yes, but..."

"Jonathan. Just let it go." He interrupted again, only now he was vehement.

A nurse entered the room quietly. Jonathan's eyes went right to her. Greg picked up on his signal right away.

"Another day or two I might let you go home, Jonathan." Greg stated then.

"Really?" The youth perked.

"Yes. Bruce will be here any minute. He'll want to spend some time with you. So, I'll just leave you two alone and let you two talk." Greg seemed to say something without saying it as he moved toward the door. 

Jonathan's mind swirled with the information he now had. "Doc."

"Yes, Jonathan?" Greg turned to him.

"Am I clean?"

"I haven't gotten the results back yet. Still waiting on the AIDS test. We'll know in a few more days, son." The man answered understanding the youth's concern. "I promise I will let you know as soon as it comes in."

"Thank you." Jonathan looked sadly at the bedding as the man left.

In the waiting area Greg approached Bruce. The man stood seeing his friend coming toward him in a bit of a hurry.

"Bruce..."

"Hey, Greg. How is he today?"

Smiling Greg put a gentle hand on his shoulder sitting beside him on the comfortable chairs. "He's better. I'm going to keep him another couple days. He's still very sick."

"Okay." Bruce nodded content to allow this for the youth's sake.

"When are you planning on leaving?" Greg asked then.

"I haven't. I told the job I was sick and I might have to come see you if I don't get better." He informed his friend.

"Good." The man nodded. "I'll back you up on that. Jonathan has a very bad case of pneumonia. He also has bronchitis as I suspected. The test for the strep has still not come back yet. It should be in tomorrow. But I wouldn't be surprised at all if it were positive. If he does have it you're grounded for two weeks minimum. Can you financially deal with that?"

"Yes. I can stay home for up to six weeks if I need to." Bruce informed him.

"Good. Listen, can I call you tonight? There's something I'd like to discuss with you privately." Greg almost whispered.

"Why don't you swing by my place. We can talk there." Bruce stared into the man's face knowing exactly what he wanted.

"Okay." Greg sighed. "I have to get to work. I'll see you tonight. You can go in and visit him if you like. Just don't stay long. You don't need to get this stuff." 

"Okay, Greg." Bruce stood his face brightened a bit knowing he was about to see Jonathan.

"See you tonight, Bruce." Greg patted his shoulder before leaving him.

Bruce made his way into the room where Jonathan was still staring at the number on the paper. The youth crumpled it up as the man entered the room going quickly to his bedside.

"Hey, Baby..." He took the youth's hand gently in his own. "How ya feelin'?"

"A little better." Jonathan tried to raise his head but couldn't.

"Need some help there?" Bruce eased a hand under Jonathan's head lifting it. He pushed the pillow down a little for the youth's comfort. "Is that better?"

"Yes. Thank you." The youth now stared up at the man hopefully. "I get to leave in a couple days." He stated solemnly.

"I know. I can't wait to get you home and start pampering you a little." the man gently cupped the youth's cheek in his hand. It was still a little warm to him. "You sure you're feeling better?"

"Just a little." Jonathan stated raspy.

"I can't stay long. Greg told me I had to leave in a few minutes." Bruce informed him. "I hate having to leave you here alone." he added sadly.

"You do what the doctor tells you, Bruce. He knows what he's doing." Jonathan defended the man now.

"Okay, Jonathan. But I still can't wait to get you home." He confessed once more.

"I know. I'll be there soon." Jonathan tried to be brave for the man.

"You're such a good little man. I really think we'll get along well." Bruce expressed happily.

"Bruce, you need to spend more time with Greg. He needs you." Jonathan blurted out suddenly. "He misses you something terrible."

"Oh?" Bruce seemed very surprised by Jonathan saying so.

"Yes. You need to take him home and attend to him." the youth whispered then.

Bruce stared at him long.

"He told me you don't come home unless you need him for something. Why don't you come home more often and make love to him like you should?" Jonathan fussed a little now.

"I didn't know that was what he wanted." Bruce argued gently.

"He shouldn't have to ask you." Jonathan was firm but gentle.

Bruce nodded then. "You're right. I have neglected him."

"Yes you have. Shame on you." Jonathan smiled a bit feeling better about their relationship now.

Bruce smiled back. "I knew you would be good for me." the man stated mussing the youth's hair a bit.

"I'm going to try to be everything you need, Bruce. No matter what." Jonathan stated then.

"As long as you be yourself while you do that." the man seemed to be warning him a little.

"Okay." Jonathan returned content to do just that.

That evening, the two men sat at the kitchen table eating a salad Bruce had made them for dinner. Greg eyed the man long as he set his fork down on the plate chewing.

"What's on your mind, Greg?" Bruce asked seeing the man staring long at him.

"Are you prepared in the event this kid's Uncle comes lookin' for him?" Greg picked up the wineglass taking a sip then. His stare never faltered as he did.

"I've been thinking it over some." Bruce admitted.

"And what if he wants blood?" Greg seemed more than just concerned.

"Then I guess he'll have it. I'm not givin' the kid up. He old enough to make his own decisions." Bruce stated strongly.

"I made a copy of the newspaper clipping I found last night on the Internet. Jonathan told the cops his Uncle was prostituting him." Greg informed him then. Bruce looked sharply at him having not known this. "That means money. And now that Jonathan has run away there's no money coming in for him. He's got to be very angry."

"I'm sure he is. I also have my own friends in high places." Bruce seemed a bit irritated about the thought.

"I just hope you and Jonathan are ready when he comes." Greg stated. "And I'm sure he'll find him."

"I expect him to. Which is why I don't want you hangin' around here too often until it's over." Bruce stated seriously. "I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt or worse."

Greg stared up at him again. "So what do you intend to do?"

"I've already been talkin' to Ben. He called a detective friend on the force while I was sittin' there. They discussed what I should do to protect myself and Jonathan. One of the things he mentioned was to not have friends come by when no one is home. So, I don't want you checkin' my mail anymore. Just don't come by unless I call you and tell you I'm home. And I'll have you meet me somewhere in town or at a motel. That way you don't get hurt or killed. 

"They are going to start watchin' the house. See if the man comes around. And if he does he might try anything if he's crazy enough. Which I believe he is. He has to be insane to do the shit he's done to that kid." Bruce's anger about it was showing now." The man's expressions were so very serious.

"I understand, Bruce." Greg almost muttered. His sadness about the entire thing was apparent. "You must be careful, Bruce. Don't let the kid outta the truck alone. What if he finds you guys out on the road?"

"I been thinkin' 'bout that too. And I think you and I need to talk to him about this when he comes home and feels good enough to do so." Bruce stated. "Don't you have some vacation time coming?"

"Yes, I do. Why?" Greg put his fork down again having been eating slowly as they talked.

"Why don't you take some of it and spend a week with us. I mean when Jonathan is better. Before I go back out on the road." Bruce suggested.

Greg shrugged. "I might can arrange somethin' like that." He smiled as he thought about it seriously.

"Good. 'Cause I'd really like to spend some time with you more often. We'll just have to be discrete about it. For your sake really." Bruce stated.

"Jonathan talked to you, didn't he?" Greg smiled gently.

"Yes, and he made me realize what an ass I've been to you." Bruce stood coming around the table. He leaned down wrapping his arms around the man loosely. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, Greg. It won't happen anymore. I promise." he kissed the side of the man's head gently.

Greg hastily grabbed the wineglass washing down the salad. Turning, he reached up connecting their lips. 

Bruce surrounded him in his arms urging the man to stand. Greg followed his lead standing to face him. Their kiss suddenly heated to that a fervently torrid wrestling for need and fulfillment.

Greg did indeed miss Bruce and his attentions so very much. It had been months since they just touched one another let alone kiss or make love to each other. He did so miss this man. And he missed his loving hands plundering him like so many tentacles of an octopus. 

His strong burly arms, which are always seemed so very constricting at just the right moments to him... His hard body so very compressed against him, so he can scarcely breathe... He missed his brutal gentleness. 

"Bruce..." he pulled back just enough to say.

"Yes, Greg..." The man moved down to his friends neck tormenting him lovingly with gentle kisses that seemed to scorce the doctor's flesh.

"Please..." The doctor whined like a child.

"Please?" Bruce now seemed to toy with him.

"Yes, please. Take me to your bed. Do what you do so good to me." Greg just barely spoke above a whisper.

"Are you sure you don't want to finish dinner. I made steaks on the grill for ya." He continued to use his mouth to torment the man. Now he began unbuttoning his shirt. Blazing a trail with his tongue he went after the new exposed flesh greedily.

"We'll warm it later." Greg answered breathlessly.

"This is what you wanted to come over for wasn't it? Take advantage of me." Bruce teased.

"I think you're the one taking advantage, Bruce." Greg laughed lightly.

"I miss you so much." the man confessed.

"Then do something about it." Greg groaned impatiently.

"Okay, okay. Keep your britches on." Bruce began to lead him to the bedroom.

"No, Bruce. I want to take them off." Greg rushed ahead already knowing the way.

"Damn, Baby." he followed him at a more hurried pace.

When he finally got to his own bedroom Greg was completely naked waiting for him on the bed.

"Come get me, Bruce. Take me the way I like you to." Greg had a very serious expression. He was almost panting as he propped himself on his elbows.

"I'm comin', Baby." Bruce leisurely took off his shoes.

"No, Bruce. Come get me now, or I'm leaving and never coming back." He spoke through clinched teeth.

Bruce stopped every movement looking into Greg's eyes. He was more than serious. The man could see this. Moving onto the bed quickly he hovered over Greg staring down at him. His jaw flexed. 

Suddenly he gripped the hair at the top of the doctor's head wrenching his head back. He forced his knee between the man's thighs coming down atop him forcefully.

"Oh, God! Bruce!" Greg cried out.

"Shut up, bitch!" He unexpectedly pushed into the man all at once.

Greg bolted. Trembling he cried out. He found himself tight in the man's grasp that was now holding him down. His hands and arms pinned over his head he arched to meet Bruce's thrusts groaning at the feel of this wonderous brutal attack. His lover's strong power now wielding its way into him meanly. 

Staring up into his face his mouth hung open as his body surprisingly surrendered to the overwhelming onset of stimulation so quickly. He arched his entire body toward the man all but screaming his release to him.

Bruce liberated Greg's hands engulfing the man in his arms. The strength of Greg's orgasm was more than he could bear. his face pressed tight against the doctor's shoulder and neck he groaned over and again fighting to continue his work for Greg's sake.

But quickly they both calmed resting together. They lie together taking quick snatches of air into their lungs. When their bodies were finally settled they kissed gently, touching lightly one another.

"Let's not wait so long next time." Bruce smiled at him.

"I agree. This is ridiculous." Greg stated seriously.

Bruce chuckled. "I think Jonathan is good for both of us."

"You might be right. I just hope we can protect him from the big bad wolf." Greg replied pulling himself as close as he could to the man.



Bigrig Ch. 03



The next morning Greg woke up with a start. "What time is it?" He turned reaching over Bruce grabbing the clock on the nightstand. They had both went to sleep not long after making love. Neither of them had meant to go to sleep. And they had both forgotten Greg had to be up early the next morning. "Shit..." he clamored out of bed running naked into the shower.

Bruce picked up the clock looking at the time. "Greg..." he called out to the man. "It's only two-thirty."

"I gotta get ready to go." Greg called back.

"But it's only two-thirty." Bruce called louder.

"No! It's four-thirty." the man came curiously out of the bathroom.

"It's two-thirty, Baby. You're half asleep." Bruce laughed lightly.

"No..." he went to the bed snatching the wind up clock from his hand. Looking hard at it he saw the man was right. It was two-thirty. Shoving the thing back at Bruce he laughed. "Set this thing, would you?" 

Bruce laughed. "When this thing with Jonathan's Uncle is over with, move in with me. I've been thinking it over and that's what I want. And I won't take no for an answer. I want you to move in. Get outta that leased apartment of yours and live here with us."

"Okay..." Greg stared at him his voice elevated a little more than usual.

"Don't start that feminine act with me. You know I hate that." Bruce warned, as he set the alarm then set the clock on the nightstand.

"I know. That's why I was doing it. To piss you off." the doctor chuckled as he got back into bed.

Bruce curled his arms around him rolling onto his side to face him. Kissing the man soundly he allowed his hands to travel over Greg's body greedily. This was the kind of lovemaking he enjoyed more than anything. The soft touches... The gentle kisses... The slow gentle lovemaking that lasts for hours. 

Still, he understood Greg's need. Having been sexually abused as a child Greg now needed to be treated cruelly from time to time. 

And Bruce had accidentally been referred to him when he was much younger. The first time they met he had noticed Greg staring him up and down. 

"I need to check your prostate." the sad man stated as he did the DOT exam on him.

"You're not gonna marry me when you're done, are ya?" Bruce teased the man lightly.

Greg smiled suddenly.

"That's nice, Doc." He boldly reached up cupping the man's cheek in a gentle hand. "You look so very lonely."

"I am," he looked at the name on the chart. "Bruce?"

"M, Hmm." Bruce gently let the hand travel back into his short dark hair grasping it in his fist. "You should come by my place when you get off. I'll get you off." He teased again as he pulled the man closer.

"Call me around five. Tell me how to get to your place." The doctor returned huskily.

Their lips met. Bruce pushed his tongue into the doctor's mouth forcefully. Greg moaned softly as Bruce now laid back on the exam table pulling him down with him so very slowly so not to alarm the man. His hands roamed the man's body inertly afraid he would come to his senses too quickly and stop him.

But to his surprise the doctor grasped one of his hands placing it over his privates. Rubbing himself with it he moaned urgently. Their kiss heated. Bruce circled him in his free arm. He soon fumbled for the man's zipper easing it down slowly. Reaching in he pulled out the swollen flesh stroking it slowly at first.

The doctor sucked air between his teeth as the initial feel of Bruce's hand surrounding him. He stared down into his patient's face with so much need. Having not been touched this way for so very long his need was great.

"You come home to me. I'll make you feel very loved." Bruce whispered.

"I have no doubt you will." The doctor smiled slightly. "Can you draw me a map?" He raised up backing away from the man's grasp fixing himself before they got caught.

"Of course I will. Give me a pen and paper. I'll draw you a map in a jiffy." Bruce smiled at the man so sensually.

Greg turned peeling off a form from a pad giving him his own pen to write with. Very shortly Bruce had the map drawn and explained it to him in full. Greg sat on a clinical rolling chair as the man stood over him telling him the directions. 

"I'll even fix dinner for you." he ended the explanation.

"Okay..." Greg seemed as though he didn't expect anything great from him. But when he arrived, Bruce was ready for him. Opening the door, he let the doctor in. Embracing him gently, he pressed his body against him, kissing him fully. The doctor surrounded him in his arms receiving such a warm welcome. When Bruce backed away, he led the man into the kitchen where the lights were off and candles lit the room with a warm romantic glow.

Seating the man, he served him wine and a plate of delicious food. They talked quietly getting to know one another. They then retired into the bedroom. Bruce brought the wine and fresh glasses. Relaxing for more than an hour, Bruce probed Greg for likes and dislikes. But Greg had not been totally honest with the man for fear he would think him strange or demented.

As they began to make love Greg began to beg him for exactly what he had said he didn't like. Though Bruce was somewhat unsettled about him not being honest with him he gave the man what he needed.

"Why did you lie to me?" he asked as they lay silently cuddling in the aftermath.

"I was afraid you'd think I'm a freak." Greg answered solemnly.

"I'm not everyone else, Greg. You have nothing to worry about. If that's what you think you need, I'm more than willing. But I won't hurt you in a way that is disfiguring or will cause serious damage."

Greg entered Jonathan's room early that morning. His smile was bright and he seemed to have an added bounce to his step.

"Hey, Doc. Looks like you relieved some pressure last night." the youth's larengytic voice squeaked at him.

Greg chuckled. "That I did, Jonathan. And I want to thank you." he leaned over the bed railing whispering as he tapped lightly the kid's nose.

"You're welcome." the youth returned with a triumphant smile. 

"You're still not improving as fast as I had hoped you would." he glanced at the chart at the end of his bed. "You believe in herbal medicine, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." Jonathan stared into the man's face watching his reactions as he read the chart.

"If I got you some would you take 'em?" Greg asked then.

"Yes." Jonathan was tired of being sick now. He wanted to get out of this hospital. The longer he stayed there the more of a danger there was of his Uncle finding him.

"Good. The antibiotic I'm giving you is not killing off the bacteria well enough to help you get better. I'm going to go to a stronger one and supplement that with some herbal stuff." The doctor looked up at him as he wrote on the chart furiously. "We'll get you outta here as soon as we can. I know you're urgent to leave. But relax. We have a guard on your room 24/7. No one goes in or out without it being known."

Jonathan nodded. Still he didn't trust that. His Uncle was a very creative man. It would be easy for him to find some way to get to him if he really wanted to. And knowing the man would be anxious to find him and take him back home he would let nothing stand in his way of doing just that.

"Bruce has some friends of his own and they are workin' on keepin' you where you want to stay. We have a few things to go over with you once you get home. So, you just keep your guard up and don't get too comfortable as of yet." the doctor advised the youth.

"We?" Jonathan grinned wryly.

"Yes, we..." Greg came around to the bedside looking down into the youth's face. "You did it. In one conversation you made him realize just what we both wanted but never said it to each other."

Jonathan's smile widened. "Good. I'm glad I could help."

"Okay. I have a few other patients I need to look in on. You rest and I'll put in this order in for you." he turned leaving the room.

Jonathan looked around the room... alone again. He turned on the television watching a program for a few moments. Restless he put the railing down closest to the window and furthest from the door. Easing out of bed, he looked around the room beginning to plan in his mind what to do if his Uncle were to find him. Crouching down he found a vantagepoint at which he could watch the man enter. 

At that moment the door eased open. No one was scheduled to be in the room at the moment. He felt his breath caught in his throat. The person approached the bed.

"Jonathan..." The familiar voice spoke softly to him.

The youth rose slowly. 

"What the hell are you doing out of bed?" Bruce fussed.

"I'm scared, Bruce. Every day I'm here is one more day he can find me." The youth replied the fear in his eyes was evident.

Bruce came around the bed. He hugged him close for a moment then gathered him in his arms. Putting the youth back into bed he pulled the covers over him.

"Would you like me to stay here with you? Would that make you feel better?" Bruce almost whispered.

"Yes. It would make me feel a lot better." Jonathan stated then.

A nurse entered the room bringing the youth his meal. She put the tray on a roll away table pushing it up to the youth. Then she moved around Bruce injecting something into the I.V.

"What's that?" Jonathan asked not trusting anyone at the hospital except his doctor and Bruce.

"It's something Dr. Carroll ordered for you." She informed him with a sigh.

"Is it the new antibiotic?" Jonathan pressed.

"Yes, Jonathan. It is." The woman returned a little short.

"Okay, just askin'." The youth shrugged.

The nurse left the room in a bit of a hurry. 

Jonathan looked at the tray not really hungry. "Bruce," 

"Yes, Baby?" The man lifted the tray cover for the teen opening the bowls and cups for him.

"I wanna go home." His chin quivered as he spoke.

Bruce looked sharply at him. "You mean my house, home?"

"Yes. Please?" A tear slipped down his face as he nodded.

"I'll talk to Greg. See if we can do something." Bruce opened the plastic ware package. "Now eat for me. You need your strength if he does come lookin' for ya." 

Jonathan pushed himself up in the bed as Bruce pushed the table closer. Taking the spoon in hand he began to slowly sip the broth. Bruce stood over him watching the youth eat for the first time since he had eaten with him in the truck stop. Insuring the youth ate every bite he stayed right by his bed until he finished the entire meal. He then moved the chair by the window closer to the bed so he could see the television. There he sat.

About an hour later Greg stepped into the room. He went straight to the bed handing the youth a small portion cup with several pills in it. "Take these, Jonathan." He said as he looked over seeing Bruce sitting there. "What are you doin' here? You should be home. You can't stay in here with him." The man fussed.

"Doc, I asked him to stay with me! I need him here with me! Either he stays or I go. It's that simple." Jonathan was firm straining his voice to be heard.

"Alright, Jonathan... but I understand you're askin' my nurse a lot of questions. You don't trust us, do you?" Greg asked then.

"I trust you... That it... Just you and Bruce." Jonathan stated.

"But why would one of my nurses do something bad to you?" Greg asked him then.

"There's no tellin' what my Uncle could get one of them to do." the youth stared at him seriously.

"Hmp..." Greg thought about it for a moment.

"And what if I'm asleep and he comes in here?" 

"Okay... Bruce can stay. If it'll make you feel better, that's fine. I just want you to get better so we can send you home. Now take those pills."

Jonathan emptied the small cup into his mouth washing it down with the last of the orange juice. Greg took the cup from the youth tossing it into the trash.

Three days later Bruce wheeled the youth out to his car. He lifted the youth putting him into the passenger seat. Closing the door he glanced around to see if anything looked unusual before he got into the driver's seat. He took the long way around town to be sure they were not followed. When he was sure they were safe he took the youth home.

They drove down a long dirt road that was completely lined with trees. The road seemed to stop and Bruce wheeled them to the left into a very large yard. The two-story house that stood toward the back of the property was a sight to behold. The old style southern home was white with country blue trim and shutters. It had four columns in front supporting a high pitched roof creating a very comely front porch. The steps that led up to the porch, were tile along with the floor of the porch itself.

"Wait here while I check the house, Jonathan." Bruce stated as he got out of the car. He disappeared around the back of the house and was gone for what seemed a very long time. Then the front door opened. Bruce emerged looking around thoroughly as he moved to the car quickly. Getting back into the car he drove it into the extremely large garage closing the door as soon as he was inside.

"I was wondering where your truck was." Jonathan looked over at the huge black Pete beside them.

"That's where I keep 'er when I'm not drivin', Baby." Bruce informed him quietly. "Let's get you inside. When we get inside stay away from the windows. You hear?"

"Yes, sir." Jonathan answered quickly knowing the man was being very cautious for his sake.

Bruce got out of the car going to the passenger side. He opened the door helping the youth to his feet. Then lifting him, he carried him into the house. Putting him down he locked the door behind them. He then led him through the house to his living room. He urged him through a long hallway on the way from the garage. They passed several doors until the hall opened to a large room and stairs off to the right, the front door to the left. 

The large room was the living room, which seemed to make up the larger part of the downstairs. A huge sectional sofa sat under the big bay window to the left. Two large end tables on each end of the sofa had lamps with hand painted lampshades. A glass top coffee table was set before the sofa. A big screen television set almost directly in front of them on the other side of the room was encased by two bookshelves on both sides with movies and books filling the shelves. There was also a large comfortable recliner right in front of them on the side of the room where they stood.

"You hungry?" Bruce asked as he moved to the television turning it on.

"Yeah." Jonathan sat up a bit looking at the large screen as a picture came into view.

"Doc said you could start eatin' some solid foods now. You want a grilled cheese sandwich, or peanut butter and jelly?"

"Grilled cheese." Jonathan's mouth watered right away.

"Good." Bruce smiled as he pushed through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

It was then that Jonathan noticed the bar in the corner. Every kind of liquor he could think of was in the tall glass case. The case almost appeared to be a curio cabinet. Jonathan wondered if it had been at one time. He noticed the rich mahogany wood that was polished to a glossy shine.

Bruce soon brought out the sandwich for the youth giving it to him on a paper plate with a napkin. He also brought the youth a cola, and his medicines. Jonathan sat up taking the medicines first then the drink and the sandwich. Bruce sat in his recliner eating one of his own. Jonathan ate slowly having not eaten solid food in a long time. When he finished he rested on the pillow there quickly going to sleep.

Jonathan didn't wake again until he heard voices in the kitchen. Getting up slowly he went through the swinging doors into the kitchen seeing Greg and Bruce making dinner together.

"Bruce..." Jonathan's still squeaky voice caught their attention.

"Yeah, Babe?" The two men turned seeing him standing in the doorway.

"Where's your bathroom?" 

"Damn. I forgot to show you that." The man moved quickly toward him. 

Jonathan backed away letting the man through the door. He followed him back down the hall to the first door on the right. Bruce opened the door for him. "There you go." He smiled gently as Jonathan entered the room.

"Thanks..." The youth went in and straight to the toilet.

"You're welcome, babe." The man answered then closed the door giving the youth some privacy. He made his way back to the kitchen.

"Is he alright?" Greg asked when he returned.

"Yeah... Nature call." Bruce jested.

"Oh..." the doctor went back to the vegetables once more.

"What are you guys cookin' up?" Jonathan asked startling them both. "Damn, Baby! Don't do that shit!" Bruce fussed.

"What shit. What'd I do?" Jonathan was alarmed now.

"You scared the hell outta us. Sneakin' up on us like that." The man returned emphatically.

"Sorry..." Jonathan sat down at the table. "You guys need my help?"

"Naa. You just sit there and relax. We're almost done here anyway." Bruce turned back to the stove again while Greg went back to the veggies.

"Good to see you two together." Jonathan commented.

"Yeah? You think so?" Bruce joked.

"Yeah, I do." Jonathan replied honestly.

"Okay. This is done." he turned the fire off placing a lid on the pot to keep it warm. "You 'bout done there?" He asked Greg.

"Yes. Just gotta put the salads together now." The man piled some lettuce on the three plates on the counter.

"Don't make me a big one. I can't eat it." Jonathan informed him.

"Okay, babe." Greg returned taking some of the lettuce off one plate.

Greg finished the salads quickly then put them at the three places on the table. Bruce grabbed the dressings out of the refrigerator just behind Jonathan. Putting them on the table the two men sat with Jonathan to eat. Jonathan chose the house dressing pouring it lightly on the salad. Putting it back in its place he picked up his fork beginning to eat slowly.

"Jonathan, there are a few things we want to go over with you. This is for your safety while you're at home and out on the road." Bruce began.

Jonathan nodded chewing his food as he listened.

"First, like I told you earlier, stay away from the windows." He began. "Don't even go peaking out the curtains for any reason. Don't go upstairs unless one of us is with you. And stay out of the poolroom without one of us. You really don't need to be in the poolroom right now. You'd be a sittin' duck in there anyway.

"On the road, stay in the truck unless I'm with you. If I'm sleeping use the portable toilet in the sleeper. But don't leave the truck for any reason without me. In the truck stops, do not talk to anyone. Use the restroom before we go into the restaurants. And if you have to go during a meal, I must go with you. You will not go alone. If the truck is parked for any length of time the front curtain must stay closed. Do not open it. And do not peek out of it. Understand?"

"Sure..." Jonathan returned quickly.

"Even if I take you with me to town, stay with me... Or Greg... Don't go wonderin' off somewhere." Bruce shook his finger at the youth as he spoke the last.

"Okay..." Jonathan answered understanding his point completely.

"If I have to go back on the road before you get well enough you'll have to stay home until Greg gets off from work. While you're home you stay quiet. Keep the television down and like I said, stay away from the windows. Keep the drapes drawn. And do not go outside for any reason. Greg will collect the mail while I'm not home. Okay?"

"Okay..." Jonathan smiled a little.

"When you get to feeling better I'm gonna show you a couple hiddin' places in the house if nobody's home or even if we are here and you're life is in danger."

"Okay..." The youth nodded.

"Okay, eat your salad." Bruce picked up his fork digging in.

Jonathan ate his salad and a small part of the meal. He filled up quickly feeling tired again afterward. Still he sat up with them for more than an hour until he couldn't stand it any more.




Bigrig Ch. 03



"I gotta lay down." Jonathan informed the two men.

"Okay, come on. I'll tuck you in." Bruce stood grinning.

"No hanky panky." Greg warned shaking a finger at Bruce.

"You're an ol' kill joy, you know that?" Bruce teased.

"You think I'm bad. Just wait and see how you feel if you get somethin' you don't want." Greg stated playfully.

"I'm infected?" Jonathan asked then.

"Babe, that test has still not come back yet." The man replied. "I'll check on it in the mornin' and see what the hold up is."

"Okay." Jonathan stood following Bruce to the bedroom. 

"I don't understand why it's takin' so long to get the results back." He told Bruce as he climbed into bed.

Bruce pulled the covers over him sitting on the edge to talk to him. "You don't worry about it. I've gotta feelin' you're okay anyway. You ain't had no symptoms of any VD anyway. So you just stay cool. It'll be okay." The man informed him. "Why, are ya feelin' a little frisky?" Bruce teased.

Jonathan only grinned up at him.

"Ooh..." The man piled onto the bed beside him. Curling the youth in his arms they both settled on their sides. Bruce gently caressed his back allowing one hand to travel down over Jonathan's bottom. Jonathan moan smiling into the man's face.

"You're a very hungry little man, aren't ya?" Bruce gripped the back of his head gently. "Good to see yer appetite comin' back." He whispered as he moved closer.

The youth stared directly into his eyes wanting to make this man very happy no matter how bad he felt. He owed him so very much already. The man saved his life first. He fed him, clothed him, and gave him the medical attention he needed. Now he had taken him home and given him a place in his life and in his home.

"Hey..." Greg called suddenly as the two began to kiss. "I said, no hanky panky. You two are playin' with fire." The man fussed coming up onto the bed. He moved in behind Bruce.

Jonathan groaned rolling onto his back. "I can go down on him and not infect him, damn." He growled.

"Jonathan, give yourself some time to get better. Why don't you just rest? When you really start feelin' better you can do all of that." Greg reasoned.

"Okay, Doc." Jonathan now rolled onto his other side putting his back to them both. A tear slipped down his face in frustration. He was tired of waiting for the damn test to get back. And he was tired of not being able to earn his keep. 

"I think all that's wrong with him is he feels he owes you." Greg suggested to Bruce.

"Is that how you feel, Jonathan? That you owe me?" The man asked.

"Well, I do owe you for all this. Don't I?" Jonathan turned onto his back looking at the two.

"Jonathan, you owe me nothing. I care for you more than that. Don't you get it?" Bruce propped up on an elbow staring into his face.

"I guess I don't." The youth stated honestly.

"Jonathan, I love you. You mean more to me than just a sex slave. And even if I didn't I still wouldn't expect you to feel you had to repay me like that. I want you to want to have sex because you want to, not because you feel you have to."

"So, maybe I want to have sex with you." Jonathan stated matter of factly.

"You have to wait, Jonathan. Come on. It'll be in, in the morning." Greg seemed to climb over Bruce resting on the man's side. He put his head on the man's shoulder.

It appeared to Jonathan that Greg was stalling him and Bruce for some reason. Maybe the test was back. Maybe Greg wanted Bruce to himself for a while. He could understand that. The two of them had not had so much as a moment together. 

Jonathan got up. He started toward the door.

"Where ya goin'?" Bruce asked.

"To the living room. I'll sleep on the couch. You two need some quality time together." Jonathan opened the door closing it behind him. He moved through the dark hallway to the living room. Climbing onto the sofa he put his face into the pillow there. Hearing the bedroom door open he buried his head in the sofa putting the pillow over his head.

"Jonathan..." Bruce knelt down touching the youth's shoulder.

"Yeah..." The youth buried himself deeper into the back of the sofa.

"I want you to come to bed. Anything that happens between myself and Greg will happen with you present." The man stated. "I don't want you to feel left out."

"I won't feel left out. You go make Greg happy. He needs you." Jonathan had turned looking into the man's face.

"Are you sure?" Bruce studied his face thoroughly.

"Yeah."

"Okay, but when you're ready to come back to bed, you just come on in." Bruce stood smiling gently.

"Okay." Jonathan returned it though his heart was so very heavy.

Bruce left him there going back into the bedroom with Greg. He closed the door slowly looking at the thin frail youth on the sofa. It seemed he couldn't help but feel something just wasn't quite right with the youth that night. That maybe, he just felt so alone. Maybe he wanted to be with them but didn't want to intrude on them.

Closing the door he went to the bed curling up next to Greg sadly.

"Where's, Jonathan?" The doctor asked encircling the man in his arms once more.

"He on the sofa. He said he wants us to spend some time together alone." Bruce returned.

"And you feel he's not being honest with you." Greg asked then.

"No, I don't. I feel he's being nice." Bruce stared into the man's eyes.

"Then go get him and bring him in here. He won't be in the way." Greg stated firmly. "He's your property now, he should learn to abide by your wishes." 

"He's not my property. No one is my property. He's free to come and go as he pleases. I never said I owned him." Bruce argued.

"True. But still. Go get him and carry him in here if you have to." Greg pressed.

Bruce stood going out into the living room once more. As he approached silently he heard the teen crying softly. Shaking his head slowly he knew now his inner voice was correct. He leaned down gathering the youth in his arms carrying him into the bedroom where he lay him. "You sleep with us tonight and every night. Is that clear?" Bruce stated firmly when Jonathan's wet face looked up at him.

"Yes, sir." The youth returned softly.

"Good." Bruce climbed over him lying down between Greg and the teen.

The two men curled up to one another once more but lay quietly together. It wasn't long at all before Jonathan fell fast asleep. 



Bigrig Ch. 04



Jonathan woke up alone once more. It had been two weeks since Bruce had brought him home. The tests did finally come back. Well, actually, they had been back three days after they were sent. Someone had misplaced the results, not finding them, until Greg had threatened to put his foot up someone's ass if they didn't. 

But even since he had known he was clean, there just wasn't any motivation in Jonathan lately. He felt drained and tired most of the time. Sleep would overcome him, if it got quiet enough, and this was beginning to worry him. What in the hell was wrong with him, anyway? He had no desire to even get out of bed most days of late. Something had to be done, or a reason for it must be discovered.

Still, he was surprised that Bruce and Greg had not picked up on it. Always trying to maintain his sweet disposition, he was beginning to struggle with it now. And it wasn't so much Greg, or Bruce as is was just the way he was feeling lately… like someone had wrung him out and left him to dry.

He threw the covers back going into the adjacent bathroom just a few feet away. After doing the necessary, he washed his hands and face, brushing his teeth, tongue, and the roof of his mouth. Brushing through his hair he braided it in a long thick braid. Taking one of the earthen colored elastics, Greg had bought for him, he tied it off at the end. 

Going back into the adjacent bedroom, he went to the chest of drawers across from the bed. Opening it he pulled out a pair of the jeans, Bruce had given him, that once belonged to his nephew. Putting them on, he crouched, making the tight jeans conform to his body. He then put on a red T-shirt, from the same batch of clothing. Finding the pair of house slippers, Greg had also purchased for him, he put them on, going into the kitchen.

The two men sat eating breakfast, talking quietly. Going to the coffeepot first, he reached up into the cabinet. Grabbing a cup, he filled it with the hot liquid. He then sat at his place at the table, pouring the half-and-half in, and stirring in his sugar.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked then.

"Yeah..." Jonathan half smiled at the man, as he brought the cup to his lips with both hands.

"I said good mornin' to ya. Guess you didn't hear me." Bruce returned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Jonathan felt sick that he hadn't.

"You sure you're okay?" Greg now put the back of his hand on the youth's forehead. "You're still warm… but you seem to be okay. I can't understand why the fever still hangs on, so." The man fussed.

"I'm depressed, that's why. I want to go with Bruce. You keep tellin' me everything I can't do, that I want to do." Jonathan griped at the doctor solemnly now.

"Well, go! I'm just lookin' after your damn health, bitch!" Greg barked back.

"I will, damn it! You're not my mother anyway!" Jonathan shouted back.

"Fuck you, bitch." Greg stood leaving the table, and the room.

"What's with you, Jonathan?" Bruce had seen it, but he didn't believe it. Jonathan did have a bad side. He was stubborn and willful. This wasn't the sweet little man he had picked up just three or four weeks ago. This guy was someone completely different.


"I'm startin' to feel like he's tryin' to keep me away from you.In every since of the word. How am I suppose to feel?" Jonathan explained vehemently. 

Tears filled his eyes as he spoke. He too was surprised at himself, really. And he knew he had hurt the man that had so faithfully taken such good care of him. But he couldn't help but feel the way he did. 

"I think you two need to fuck, and get it over with." Bruce grinned obnoxiously. Standing he came around the table. Grasping the youth's shirt, he pulled him out of the chair.

"Hey!" Jonathan called out, as Bruce began to drag him out of the kitchen, and into the bedroom. He fought him all the way. 

When they got to the bedroom Greg raised up, wondering what all the commotion was about. Bruce shoved the youth toward the man so, that Jonathan fell over the edge. He then grabbed the youth, lifting him, tossing him next to Greg.

"Now, you two fuck, and get it outta the way." Bruce growled. "I am not puttin' up with this shit."

"I'm not touchin' 'im! He's your bitch!" Greg stated firmly.

"I said, fuck! And I mean get to it! Now!" Bruce growled at him louder, his hands on his hips.

The two stared at each other for a long moment, before Greg looked over at Jonathan. He knew to argue with Bruce, when he was like this, was like trying to trap a rattlesnake. But as he looked into Jonathan's face, he began to realize that perhaps the man was right.

Everytime he looked at Jonathan he could feel that twinge of arousal come over him. This had never happened to him before, not even with Bruce, or even Tony, who was a mutual friend of theirs. He was finding he was scolding himself more often lately, for the potential of an obsession that could occur. But now, he was realizing that, all this time, all he had wanted was to just touch him, and hold him, make love to him.

He then took the youth into his arms, staring into his face long. It felt to him like crossing the line of a taboo of some sort. But it also felt so delightfully wicked. 

Jonathan eagerly was molding his body to his, as if he had awaited this moment for years. And the feel of him so close, was strangely erotic. Sensation was coursing through him already and nothing had yet been done.

Slowly, he completely closed the distance between them. Inertly, he leaned his head down, coming closer to the youth's face. His breath quickened, even before he had touched the youth's lips. It seemed his heart would pound its way out of his chest before long. 

When their lips met, it seemed an eruption took place between them. Right away their kiss was heated. They seemed to war with the other for advantage and mastery.

Greg pulled the youth closer, beginning to plunder his body hungrily. Unconsciously, his hands moved over him with such abandon. His head turned one way then the other as he took control of their union quickly. A bit of force was added, from where, or why, he wasn't certain.

He soon moved half over Jonathan, pushing a knee between the youth's thighs. Moving against the teen's body, he gathered the T-shirt from the bottom, pulling it up and over his head. Loosening the jeans he moved, as Bruce helped the man removed them. Now Jonathan lay there naked… Vulnerable to the doctor's stare.

As many times as he had seen the youth's nakedness, it had not seemed to effect him as it did at the moment. His entire being was engrossed in the youth's frail thin body. 

Compassion overcame him once more. A need for the youth grew at the same moment. Gently a single hand traveled lightly over his upper body, in a slow meandering movement. 

Coming down atop Jonathan once again, he surrounded him in his gentle arms. They kissed as Greg eased into his body.

Jonathan moaned softly at the feel of the man's entry. He arched toward him, taking in all he could of Greg. His body surged with arousal and need, as the doctor's gentle hands explored him freely. Soon his whines begged the man for more. Wanting release... Needing to be sated.

Very soon they were moving together with wild abandon. Embraced as they kissed, they reveled in the feel and need of the other's body. 

Greg now pinned the youth's hands over his head, holding them there. It seemed his need for force had suddenly returned. He plunged deep into the teen's body powerfully. And Jonathan met with the man's challenge, pushing onto him with a strength of his own. Their bodies mounted higher toward completion.

Jonathan soon pulled away from the man's mouth, gasping for air. "Fuck me..." he whispered to him. "Come on... Fuck me, man." It was as if Jonathan would dare him to do, whatever is was that he desired.

Greg pushed harder into the youth, causing him to arch his head back groaning aloud. He grinned wickedly, as he felt the first of Jonathan's release deep inside. Watching him eagerly, he listened to the sounds of his climax, enjoying the feel of it as it happened. But it quickly faded, and he continued to drive his manhood into the youth.

Eagerly Jonathan arched toward him once more. He watched Greg's face, as the man assaulted his body lovingly, over and again. And yet, he insisted on the light-handed force, he was giving. But this was nothing to Jonathan. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if the man was holding himself back. Perhaps he needed a little goading to help him along.

"You like this young ass?" Jonathan teased him now. "You like being in control of me? Holding me down, so I can't be free of you? Fuckin' me? You like it?"

"Yes, Babe... I love it... You're such a turn on." Greg breathed.

"Yeah? I turn you on?" the youth spoke on his breath with a wicked grin.

"Yeah, Babe... You do turn me on... badly."

"You've wanted me all along, huh?"

"Yeah, Babe... I have."

"All you had to do was bend me over and ream me." Jonathan began to breathe heavily once more. "Come on, Doc... Take what you want... Do it... Fuck my young ass."

"God, Jonathan..." The man leaned down nestling against the youth's head and neck. His body was overcome by the simple words the youth had spoken. 

Yes, he wanted to control him. If he had the chance, he would tie him from head to toe, leaving him completely defenseless, against his the fantasies he had seen in his mind. And, yes, he wanted to take what he wanted from him powerfully. 

He moaned over and again moaning aloud as he spilled into the youth. His body trembled with the intensity of it. And it was all he could do to keep moving. If not for Jonathan taking control at the moment, he would only lie there trembling and jerking from this strong release.

"Yes, Greg... That's it... Give it to me." Jonathan whispered into the man's ear. He continued to ride the man's length arching high for Greg's sake. Soon the man calmed and they slowed to a stop. Greg released the youth's hands, as they lie kissing and caressing lightly.

"Now, you guys feel better?" Bruce asked, lying right next to them.

"I don't know..." Jonathan teased. "I might need another go at it, just to be sure."

The two men laughed. "You're an animal." Greg teased.

"No, I'm a wild thang." Jonathan corrected him playfully. "You're the animal. You just ain't given into it, yet." He smiled up at the man for a moment. But it faded, as he thought of the things he had not thanked him for. "Thanks, for all your gifts. I really appreciate 'em." He stated sincerely.

"Your welcome. I guess I was just doin' that, to substitute for what I really wanted from you. I didn't know, Bruce was gonna let me have you too." the man confessed.

"You know that I always share everything with you, Greg. And I could see you guys avoidin' each other so bad. That's why you two were at each other's throats. You wanted each other, and the frustration was gettin' to ya. 

"From now on, you guys wanna screw around, go for it. I'm not gonna listen to you two bitch and fight, all the damn time." Bruce was smiling as he spoke, but he meant every word he said. "And another thing, if you two wanna touch and pet, or whatever, just do it. Don't let this happen again."

"Okay, Bruce." Greg rolled to the other side of Jonathan, getting comfortable.

"Jonathan, go shower. We gotta get the truck loaded up." Bruce now ordered gently.

Jonathan moved without protest. His excitement rose at the idea of them leaving together in the truck. He had waited for those words now, for four weeks.

"So, you're takin' 'im with ya?" Greg asked as a statement.

"You want me to leave 'im with you, for a week or two?" Bruce asked. "He can't stay here alone. And I don't want you hangin' round here, when I'm not here... until this thing is over with his Uncle."

"It's up to you. I could take 'im to my apartment." Greg offered. "He's still got a fever, Bruce."

The man sighed. He turned to Jonathan, who stood between the bed and the bathroom door listening. "I know you wanna go, Baby. But, he's right. You still need another week or two, to be sure your not sick."

Jonathan's, little chin quivered, as his head dropped to his chest. He turned to the bathroom, going in, closing the door slowly.

"Damn, Bruce... I hate to break his little heart like this. But what should we do? What if you get out west and he renews?" Greg asked.

"I agree… He'll just have to buck up this time." The man stated solemnly.

Jonathan rode in Greg's car to the man's apartment. He was silent, feeling his very heart had been ripped out of him, when Bruce left without him. 

Slowly, he helped Greg unload their clothes and stuff into the place he'd be living, for at least the next two weeks. As he made it inside, he stood not knowing where to go.

Greg had a good size apartment, which he had enjoyed for the last several years. The front door opened, bringing one right into the living room. There was a sofa in the center of the large room. Two end tables, each had lamps on them at either end of the sofa. It faced the wall, to the left. In front of the sofa, was a wooden coffee table. 

There were two recliners, sitting at an angle, on each end of the coffee table, facing the television. The television was against the right wall. 

There was a large Oriental rug, on the richly polished wooden floor, from the front of the sofa and two recliners, to the front of the entertainment cabinet, that housed the television, VCR and videotapes of all kinds. 

A large bookcase divided the living room from the dinning area. It was arranged with old books, vases with plants, and nice things to dress it up a bit. 

In the dining room, a roundtable with four chairs under it stood, in the center. It led into the kitchen, which had an island in the center. This is where the stovetop was. On the side of it was a veggie sink, chopping counter, and knife rack. 

There was plenty of counter space and two large sinks against the wall, along with the oven and dishwasher. The back door was to the right as one entered the kitchen. 

The staircase leading upstairs, was directly in front of the front door. Under the staircase were a half bath, and the laundry closet.

Upstairs and to the left, was the bathroom and bedroom. The bathroom was to the right. The bedroom was adjacent to it. 

Entering the bedroom, the bed was situated to the right and center of the wall. A large closet, on the same wall closer to the door, was where Greg hung all of his clothes. A dresser stood across from the bed, on the left wall. Next to it, and close to the window, was the small closet, where Jonathan's clothes would be kept. Between the door and the dresser, was the chest of drawers. 

Entering the bathroom from the large bedroom, was the toilet, sink, then the large tub. The shower, was on the left, across from the tub. It was opened, with sliding doors of etched Plexiglas. Stepping into it, one-stepped down into a water wonderland. Turing the water on, one was completely surrounded in water. From the waterfall showerhead, to the small jets in the walls, aiming at different angles.

"Come with me, Jonathan." Greg led him upstairs, to the bedroom. "Put your clothes in here." He opened a vacant closet for the youth.

When Jonathan unloaded his arms onto the bed nearby, Greg moved up behind him, encircling him in his arms. "Jonathan, I know how much you wanted to go with him. He's concerned you'll get sick again out there in the cold weather, just as much as I am. And that wouldn't be very much fun, would it?" The man now tried to reason with the youth.

"No," Jonathan answered softly, mulling over what he was saying. And it was true… As weak as his body was, at the moment, it was very likely, he would become ill again. That would cause Bruce a lot of trouble, if they were thousands of miles away from home, and needing medical attention. He sighed heavily, as Greg kissed his cheek lightly.

"I'll do my best to make you feel at home, Babe. When we get the car unloaded, we'll go shopping. Bruce gave me some money, to buy you some new clothes, for when you go out with him, next time." The man informed him.

"Really?" Jonathan now turned, facing the man.

"Yep. So, let's get the car unloaded and we'll get goin'." The man smiled into the youth's face. 

He leaned down, kissing Jonathan fully. The youth encircled him in his arms, pulling his body close to the man. A soft moan issued from Greg, as Jonathan's young body was now pressed to his.

The torrid heat between them, seemed to ignite his senses instantly. He struggled with the temptation to lift him in his arms, and take him to his bed, right then. 

His hands apparently had minds of their own, as they plundered him inertly. One slipped under the kid's T-shirt, while the other moved further down his body. It finally came to a halt, as the fingers began to curve under his bottom, trying to sneak their way between his thighs.

A moan escaped him, as he pulled Jonathan more firmly against him. Or had it been Jonathan that had moaned? He couldn't be sure. Still, he could feel his young hardness pressed against him. The inexplicable incitement he felt, was beyond his comprehension at the moment.

He had found himself liking the youth, since the first time he met him. As he had gotten to know Jonathan, his interest had grown. So many times, he had wanted to just kiss his mouth, or hug him close. But, he was afraid Bruce might become incensed. And out of respect for him, and his new companion, he kept his distance from Jonathan. 

Now that he knew the youth was open to them both, he found himself wanting him more than ever. It would be good for them, to spend some time alone together... Get to know each other even better.

He knew that if he didn't stop himself now, he would do just what the temptation was, that needled him so. And they would go nowhere, or do anything but make love all morning... maybe, the rest of the day.

Greg slowly pried himself from the youth, smiling down into his angelic face. "Let's get the car unloaded, so we can take you shopping. I'd like to spend some time with you, the rest of the day." Greg admitted. 

"This is the real reason you wanted me to stay. So you can molest me whenever you feel like it." Jonathan teased.

Greg chuckled. "It could be...but the car is still not unloaded and we are not shopping, are we?"

Jonathan nodded, laughing, feeling much better now. He turned, leading the way back down to the car. When they had unloaded it and put away their clothes and things, they piled back into the car, going to the local shopping center. As Greg parked the car in a spot, he turned the key cutting the engine. Turning to the youth, he smiled.

"You stay with me, now. Don't run off somewhere so, I can't find you." Greg warned.

"Okay." Jonathan nodded, understanding the man's concern.

They exited the car and went together into the center. Greg headed straight for the men's section, with Jonathan right beside him. Having looked at the tags on the jeans, the youth had been wearing, he had a good idea what size the youth was. 

He helped Jonathan pick out several pair, which he took into the dressing room to try on. Greg sat on the bench in the little room, watching him change into the first pair.

"Are they too tight?" Greg asked as Jonathan slipped his hand inside guarding himself from the zipper.

"No, I just need to break 'em in." The youth returned grinning. He winced as he tugged hard on the zipper to get it up. And the soreness in his tummy still seemed to be troubling him.

"You like to wear tight jeans, huh?" Greg asked playfully.

"Well…" he turned leaning close to the man. "How does it effect you, when you see me in 'em?" he whispered to the man.

"Hmp." Greg half laughed. "I get your point."





Bigrig Ch. 04



Jonathan tried on the other six pair, to be sure they all fit him the way he wanted. He then put on the older pair, so they could continue their shopping spree. Greg slipped a T-shirt, over the one the youth had on. Satisfied it fit, he let the youth pick out the ones he wanted, in the same size. 

He then took him to the shoe department, having him try on a couple pair of new tennis shoes. Finding the right size for him, they moved through the store grabbing a couple bags of socks, a couple storage bins with drawers, and a couple extra pillows.

Once they checked out, Greg went to the drive-thru of a fast food joint. They ordered a value meal each, and headed home. 

Lugging everything into the apartment, Jonathan went right to the small laundry room, hidden behind folding doors. He loaded the machine with the jeans, pouring extra softener in the compartment. Putting the lid down he set the cycle to wash, closed the doors, and took the bins upstairs.

"Stack those over by the window there." Greg told him, as he covered the extra pillows with cases.

"Okay." Jonathan carried them to the window, stacking one atop the other.

"When yer clothes are done you can put 'em away in those, if you like." Greg suggested.

"Okay." Jonathan perked, as the small closet Greg was letting him use, was full.

"Did you remember to get yer hair thingys, and all that?" Greg asked then.

"Yes, I did. I got my house slippers, too." Jonathan volunteered.

"Good." Greg was relieved. He really didn't want to make an extra trip out to Bruce's house. Especially now that he was gone. "You ready to eat?" Greg asked then.

"Sure..." Jonathan followed the man down into the living room then the dining room.

He and Greg sat at the round table, eating their lunches. Jonathan only ate a small portion of his sandwich, after consuming the small fries. 

"You don't eat much, Jonathan." Greg commented.

"I can't. I get full too fast." He confessed.

"You haven't been belted in the stomach, side, or from behind, have you?" Greg asked then.

Jonathan nodded as he sipped his drink.

"Hard?"

"Yeah... I couldn't breathe for a long time. It made me pass out." His expression was so very serious.

"Did you notice a change in your eating after that?"

"A little... I didn't get hungry for a couple weeks. Then when I did eat I couldn't eat much."

"Did you have pain or soreness when you ate?"

"A little..."

"Do you still experience pain or soreness?"

"Sometimes... Why?"

"Would you let me check you?" Greg prepared to stand, knowing the youth wouldn't protest.

"Sure..." Jonathan shrugged, as if it were nothing, really.

Greg stood, moving to him. Standing to the left of the youth, he began to feel around the stomach area, gently. "Tell me if you feel pain or soreness, when I press." The man stated gently. 

Pressing here and there, Jonathan would shake his head slightly over and again. The man finally placed his fingers, in an area just under the ribs pushing, in and upward. Jonathan gasped, passing out right away.



Bigrig Ch. 05



Jonathan woke slowly, as someone strange to him, was calling out his name. He felt him gently patting his face. The sound of his voice seemed so foreign to him. This was someone he has not met... did not know. 

As his eyes fluttered open, he realized he was back in the hospital again. In a intoxicated, confused state, his mind seemed to only want the sweetness of the sleep he was being roused from. It being so far from the things he feared most in life. A appeasing moment of peace that was being so rudely interrupted, he moaned to the man that was his enemy at the moment. 

When trying to swallow, he found a tube down his throat. The shock of reality quickly crashed down around him. He panicked. 

"Whoa!" The male nurse grasped his shoulders pinning him, as he began to flounder about. 

Jonathan looked up at the man, as his eyes began to relay the cold fact of his fear to him silently. They welled, spilling quickly into his hairline that was still covered by a thin net. And it seemed that even it would not deny the truth as it is, absorbing the moisture almost instantly.

"It's okay... You're fine... Rest easy, champ." The kind man stroked his head gently, to calm the youth. "You're okay... Dr. Carroll's on his way now... He'll explain everything."

Even as the man spoke, Greg pushed through the doors at a fast gate toward the youth. Coming up into the teen's view, he looked him over thoroughly. 

"Jonathan, did your Uncle beat you a lot?"

Jonathan nodded slightly. His eyes drooped to a gentle close, as he fought the sleep that continued to linger.

"Did he beat you with his fists?" The man asked, handing something to the nurse that stood on the opposite side of the doctor.

Jonathan nodded again.

"Did he also beat you with something other than his fists?"

Another nod...

"What he did, was break off one of your short ribs. It punctured your stomach and inexplicably healed that way. We went in and removed the rib, but we also had to remove a small part of your stomach. You'll be fine... You won't miss it... But, you'll need to follow a very strict diet for a while. 

"It also means, you will need to rest, and be very careful not to injure yourself for a while. I'll explain more in detail, when we get you to a room. I won't keep you here long. But I need you where I can be sure you're okay for a while. So, we'll have to work this out together, okay?"

Jonathan nodded slightly again. his eyes continuing to want to close out the world that surrounded him... to escape the reality of his plight... the cold harshness of such damned luck.

"I've got to go check on another patient. You do what this man tells you. He'll be watching over you for me. So, you behave yourself." Greg smiled gently. "He's a brute when he has to be." he teased then. "He was watching over you before, but from outside your room. This time he'll be right there by your side, so you won't be alone, Jonathan." 

The youth smiled faintly.

"Okay, keep 'im comfortable. I'll be back in a few minute with a room for him." Greg told the man to Jonathan's left.

"Sure, Doc..." The man smiled at Greg, who then turned, leaving them alone together. "I'm Tony..." The stalwart, muscular man informed the youth, with a broad grin.

Jonathan nodded. Lifting his left hand that was laden with tubes, a butterfly I.V. and tape, he pointed at the nametag the man wore on his white jacket.

"Oh, you noticed, huh? Smart kid." The man's gentle baritone voice teased. "You must be really special, you know? I'm gettin' paid overtime to guard you 24/7 until you leave. And then I might be goin' home with ya. He ain't decided yet. I think he's waitin' to see how well we get along first."

Jonathan nodded, fighting to stay awake and listen to the man.

"You keep them eyes open for me. When we get you to a room, you can sleep all you want." The man coaxed.

Jonathan nodded once more.

"Yeah, I'm not to leave your side... Not even for a second... He told me about yer mean ol' Uncle... And that he might be comin' lookin' for ya. He interviewed several of us orderlies, just for this job. Said he may need one for you for several weeks." The man rambled on. "I think we'll get alone really well... you know, I been workin' here for almost ten years. Started when I was just nineteen. Funny how time flies, really... Here comes, Doc..." 

Jonathan turned his head, looking for Greg.

"Hey, lie still... You'll disconnect my hose." Tony fussed gently.

"Take 'im down to 508..." Greg ordered politely. "Stay with 'im... Don't leave him for anything... Not even a code blue."

"Okay, Doc..." The man started to move right away to do exactly what the doctor had ordered.

Jonathan reached for the doctor, as he started away from his bedside. Greg vaguely felt him grasp his jacket sleeve. Turning back to him, he leaned over into the youth's view.

"What's wrong, Babe?" Greg asked openly, but in an almost whisper.

Jonathan motioned for the tube to be removed.

"Not yet, Babe... I need to be sure we get all the junk outta your stomach first. It was either this or a nasty hole in your side..."

Jonathan grimaced at that.

"I thought as much..." Greg smiled, half laughing. "You go on down to your room now and I'll be down in a little while. Tony is going to watch over you for me. He even brought a book to read to you, if you want him to."

Jonathan nodded again.

"Okay... I'll see you in a little while. You behave yourself, or I'll let Tony spank you. He likes to spank people." Greg leaned closer, whispering to him the last.

Jonathan's eyes widened at the thought. The two men laughed.

"You can relax around him. He's kinda, family... As a matter of fact, Bruce insisted, I hire him. Although, I had to go through the motions of interviewing all of the applicants." Greg spoke low to the youth. 

Jonathan nodded smiling faintly again.

"Take 'im on down." Standing straight, Greg looked at the man, then turned and left them.

Tony began to wheel Jonathan out of the recovery room. With the help of a couple nurses, who pushed the machines that were hooked to the youth, they quickly wheeled him into the corridor. They pushed him into an elevator and then to his new room, where the group of people transferred him to his new bed. Tony then pulled up the chair beside his bed, sitting. That's where he stayed for a long time.

Greg came into the room seeing the two watching a program on t.v. He moved around the bed, checking the bag and the machine. Tony turned off the tube so that Jonathan could hear the man's instructions without any distractions.

"I think we can remove this by morning, Jonathan. You're doin' great. If you need to you can lie on your right side... But not your left... I know how you like to lie on your stomach, but that's outta the question right now. 

"If you keep improving, you can go home in about four days. Bruce and I, are workin' on a deal to have someone with you, while I'm not home. Once you get home, you'll need to stay in bed for a week or so. No movin' around, and no sleepin' on your tummy. You'll be home for six weeks, minimum. Then we might let you go with Bruce. But the bouncin' around in the truck, would be a bad thing for you right now. Okay?"

Jonathan nodded slightly, closing his eyes as realization set in.

"Hey, it's for the best, I promise. I'm not tryin' to keep you from goin'. If you were any other patient, I'd tell you the same thing. Okay?" Greg reasoned.

Jonathan smiled faintly once more.

"Bruce and I are planning to let Tony watch you while I'm at work. He's in Oklahoma this mornin' and can't get outta the load he's under. So, he won't be back until later next week. He said he's gonna drop by and see us. But then he has to leave right out again. He's gonna stay at my place for a night."

Jonathan's eyes widened again.

"Yeah, see? I told ya we was workin' it out for ya." Greg smiled gently at the youth. "Hey, I got some board games you guys can play while yer here. I'll bring 'em in the mornin' when I come in. Okay?"

Jonathan nodded.

"Good... I'm on my way home now. So you take it easy. I'll be in to see you early in the mornin'."

Jonathan moaned desperately. He grabbed for the man. Tony was on his feet quickly to settle the youth.

"Hey, the man's gotta rest, Jonathan. He's had a hard day at work today. And he's worried about ya all day long." Tony stroked the youth's head gently.

"I'll stay a little longer, Babe. But I really need to go home and eat, shower, and get to bed. I'm really tired today. And it was suppose to be my day off." Greg informed him resting is arm on the railing.

A tear slipped out of Jonathan's eye, rolling back into his hairline.

"You scared?" Greg asked.

Jonathan nodded once more.

"I promise you, Tony will keep you safe. That's what he's here for. Not just to keep you company or watch your machines. He's here to guard you. And he's well qualified. I made sure I got the best man for the job, just for you." Greg smiled gently as he spoke.

Realizing the fact, Jonathan relaxed then. He let the man go and put his hands back onto the bed.

"There now... You just get some rest. I'll bring you those board games in the mornin" Greg stood straight again. He turned leaving quickly.

That night Jonathan slept as Tony dozed in the chair. The door opened slowly and Tony was on his feet right away.

"Catherine, you scared me." The man whispered.

"Sorry... I have to give 'im his medicine." She informed him.

"What medicine? He's on a machine." The man argued softly then.

The woman looked at his chart. "Damn, they got 'im down for medicine at three a.m." She informed him. "Is the machine still full?" she moved to it checking it briefly. "I need to add some." 

"Okay." Tony checked the machine after she left; to be sure it needed refilling. He found it was low.

The woman refilled the machine, leaving quickly after. Tony took the opportunity to use the bathroom and wash his hands. He then checked Jonathan's temperature on the monitor, making a note of it on his chart. The rest of the night went without a problem. Jonathan slept soundly while Tony dozed in the chair provided.

The next morning, Greg entered the room his arms laden with games. Tony shot to his feet again.

"Good job, Tony... I knew I could depend on you." Greg smiled at the man.

"Well, I kinda like the twerp." Tony stated in jesting, relieving him of his burden. He placed the stack on the windowsill, then turned back to face the man.

Greg looked at the youth's chart. "Catherine refilled the machine?"

"Yes, sir... I checked it too... It was low." Tony answered.

"Good... His temp is finally coming down. That musta been the whole problem." Greg thought out loud.

"Yes, sir..." He moved to the left side of Jonathan's bed, checking the urine bag and the machine into which Jonathan's stomach was draining. "I gotta change these." He told the doctor.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll stay with him." Greg told him.

"I'm gonna stock up on some stuff so nobody'll be in here, that ain't supposed to be in here. Is that okay, too?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, let me write out an order for a refill on the machine too. That way you can do all of this, and no one will be in here." Greg stated, as he filled out the order form.

Tony took the order from the man, leaving the room. When he returned, he had an armload of stuff to put in the cabinet by the door. Opening it, he put things in their place, then changed the two bags.

"Were you gonna remove the tube this mornin?" Tony made a note on the chart as to what he had replaced.

Greg eyed the matter in the flow bag. "No, I think I'll leave it for another few hours. Watch it for me... If you see anymore bleeding let me know. There may be a trace... That's okay... I mean more than that." Greg informed him.

"Okay... You had breakfast?" Tony asked then.

"No, you hungry?" Greg assisted him, as Tony changed the dressing on the incision. "Kinda..." The man answered, as he gently taped the dressing to Jonathan's belly.

"Okay, I'll go get us some breakfast. Has he been awake yet?" Greg asked then.

"No, he's slept all night and still not woke up yet." Tony returned.

"Jonathan..." Greg leaned over toying with the youth's ear.

"Hmm..." The youth moaned.

"Come on, let me see the whites of yer eyes, and I'll let you go back to sleep." The man stated gently.

Jonathan's eyes fluttered open.

"That's it... Let me see 'em." Greg continued to flick the youth's earlobe with a finger.

Opening his eyes finally, he stared up at the man.

"You know where you are?" Greg asked softly.

Jonathan nodded.

"You sure?" Greg teased him now.

Jonathan smiled faintly.

"Good... You can go back to sleep now." The man smiled back.

Jonathan's eyes closed right away. He took a deep breath, going back to sleep.

"Keep checking him say..." the man looked at his watch. "Every hour... He normally doesn't sleep like this. Wake 'im up and make 'im respond to you."

"Okay..." Tony looked at the clock on the wall.

Greg left the room returning some time later with a tray of food for Tony. "Is he responding?" Greg asked.

"I just woke 'im... He's okay." Tony informed him.

"Alright... Thanks, Tony... I owe you." Greg smiled.

"I can't wait, Doc..." The man teased.

"Well, I guess you'll have to." Greg jested.

The man growled displeasurably.

"Now, now. Let's not get testy." The doctor laughed lightly, as he left the room.

Tony sat in the chair, digging into his meal. When he finished it, he rang the buzzer at the nurses station. A nurse came into the room quietly.

"Can I get you to take this, and get me a cup of coffee, please?" Tony asked nicely. "I'd do it myself, but I have to watch him for Dr. Carroll." 

"Sure..." The woman took the tray and the man's coffee mug. She returned with the full mug not long after.

"Thanks..." The man took the mug from her setting it down on the windowsill nearby. He moved to the bed, beginning to flick Jonathan's ear, as Greg had done. "Jonathan..." He called gently to the youth. "Wake up, babe... Let me see those eyeballs... Jonathan..." He called louder when the youth didn't respond.

"Hmm..." The youth moaned sleepily.

"Look at me, man. I need to see those pretty eyes of yours." the man teased.

Jonathan struggled to open them.

"Come on, dude... You can do it... Open them eyes for me." Tony coaxed.

The youth's eyelids fluttered, but he never opened them. Tony buzzed the nurse's station once more. The same woman came into the room.

"I need Dr. Carroll in here. I can't get 'im awake." Tony stated urgently. "Jonathan..." he called out louder than before. "Come on, man... Open them eyes... It's time to wake up."

Very quickly Greg entered the room. He moved to the bed, checking the youth's eyes with a pin light. "He's gettin' too much painkiller, I think. I'm gonna lessen the dose... See if it helps... Keep tryin' to wake him until you do." Greg moved to the left side of the bed resetting the machine. 

Tony kept trying to wake Jonathan. "Hey, skinny! Wake up!" He tried anything to rouse the teen.

"Hmm..." Jonathan only moaned not able to open his eyes.

"Not, hmm... Open your eyes... Look at me... That's an order, trooper..." Tony called to him.

After several minutes of desperate measures, Jonathan finally began to rouse a little.

"That's it, kid... Come on... Open them eyes." Tony called to him.

The youth's eyes fluttered again.

"Come on... You're doin' it... Wake up, man... I want to see them pretty eyes." Tony continued.

They finally opened.

"Yeah, there he is... Back from the dead." The man teased. "Stay with me for a minute. Don't go back to sleep yet." The man stuck an ice-cold towel to the youth's face. "Stay awake for a minute, now." The man worked to keep him awake for more than fifteen minutes.

Thirty minutes went by, and Jonathan fought the sleep that hung over him. Forty-five minutes seemed to drag by, as the sleepy edge began to wear off somewhat. One hour had passed, and Tony put the cloth back into the bowl of iced water. Wringing it out, he began to pat the youth's face once more.

"Just a little longer, dude." The man encouraged.

One hour and a half were gone, and Jonathan began to feel more alert. He looked over at Tony, who kept the icy towel on his face. Grasping it, he wrestled it from the man, tossing it back at him.

"Hey!" Tony laughed lightly. "I'll spank that ass," he warned.

"Is he misbehaving again?" Greg pushed through the door, asking.

"That he is... He just threw the towel at me." The last he spoke as if telling a secret.

Jonathan shook his head, emphatically denying ever doing any such thing. His eyes wide he put his fingers to his chest as if to say, 'not me'.

"Jonathan, you really want a spankin' don't you?" Greg asked playfully.

Jonathan continued to shake his head slightly.

"You're gonna get one if you don't behave, now. I promised Tony I'd let him spank you, when you got better, if you didn't behave." Greg now informed him. "And believe me... He spanks hard... Your ass will be in a lot of pain. Hot pain... I promise you that." The man leaned close to Jonathan's face whispering.

Jonathan seemed to squeal his fear to the man, shaking his head again. His eyes appeared to bulge out of his head. The man stood upright laughing. "I think we've got his attention now." He spoke to the man to his immediate right.

Jonathan noticed Tony was standing very close to Greg. His right hand fondling the doctor unashamed. He then noticed the left arm around the doctor's waist. Now he understood everything.

"Why don't you come into the bathroom with me for a minute or two. Let Jonathan decide if he wants to behave or not." Tony whispered close to the doctor's ear.

Greg rested his head against the side of the handsome nurse's face. His eyes closed, he sighed long. "I wish we could. But we can't leave the boy alone. His Uncle might show up while we're in there." The man reasoned.

"Damn, Doc... It's been too long, man." Tony whispered.

"I know... I'll give you a chance at me soon." Greg informed him. he shivered dramatically as the man gave him a gentle squeeze and tug.

"How soon..." Tony pressed, still tempting the man with his hands.

Jonathan reached over caressing the nurse's hand slowly. Fumbling for the doctor's zipper he slowly pulled it down. Then taking Tony's hand he slipped it inside caressing his arm gently, as the man took the hint quickly.

Chuckling wickedly, Tony eyed Jonathan, as he kissed the doctor's ear. "Jonathan, wants to see you satisfied. What do you think?" He whispered.

Instantly Greg inhaled sharply. "Why? What's he up to now." He was breathing sporadically, as he spoke. There was no mistaking the subtle grazing of Tony's fingers against the tender flesh of his inner thighs. He trembled at the feel of his hand surrounding him so blatantly. And right before his patient!

"He opened your pants for me. What do you think?" Tony informed him.

"Jonathan, you animal..." Greg teased breathlessly.

Jonathan tried to laugh, but found it so difficult with the tube down his throat.

Another tremor assailed the doctor as the nurse began long slow strokes up and down his shaft.

"He's an animal, I tell ya." Greg's breathing elevated even more.

"Hmm..." Tony almost laughed. "No more than I..." he was barely heard, as he planted a gentle kiss to the doctor's cheek. His hand busied itself with the patient ministrations of drawing the man to a satiated end.

Jonathan looked down seeing Tony had the doctor's manhood out of his pants, pumping him toward completion. Darting his eyes up at Greg's face, he could see the man wasn't far from it already. He watched, as the doctor's eyes remained shut, not concerned that they might be caught in the act. His mouth hung open slightly, seeming to revel in the feel of Tony's work. The man's chest rose and fell at an accelerated rate. Soft moans escaped him. He suddenly grasped the railing tight in both hands.




Bigrig Ch. 05



Jonathan's eyes lit up, as the juices began to erupt from the fountain. He moaned, then looked up at the men's faces. Greg's head was back on Tony's shoulder, as he fought to keep quiet, breathing through clinched teeth. Tony was watching Jonathan enjoy the doctor's release, as he silently whispered into the professional's ear. 



Bigrig Ch. 06



Jonathan couldn't hear the interaction, and wondered what the man was saying to the doctor. He imagined it had something to do with him, the way the nurse was looking at him. It made him tingle all over. His mind became a swirl of images of the three of them together immersed in carnal desires.

He couldn't help but vision the two of them taking such advantage of him. And perhaps Tony could help the doctor come out of himself a little. 

The thought of him barking orders at him, coming short of forcing him to do his bidding gave him a most sensationally erotic feeling. And he could tell just by the way Tony acted that he was one to take charge of matters right away.

"I'll be right back..." Tony spoke softly, drawing Jonathan out of his fantastical imaginings. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. Returning with a warm damp cloth, he now cleaned the doctor with gently. 

Still eyeing the youth that was now watching his every move, he smiled at him mischievously. "You're very curious about me now, huh?" The man almost whispered to Jonathan.

The youth nodded.

"I'll bet you're curious about the two of us, huh?" The man asked in the same way.

Another nod...

"I'll tell you all about it soon." Tony smiled wickedly again. "As for me, I'm very curious about you. I've heard so much about you. But I'd rather see for myself." The man informed him as he tossed the washcloth in a cloth bag on a metal frame nearby.

Greg fixed himself once again, then moved around the bed checking Jonathan's stomach matter. "I think we can remove this now." he told the man.

"Let me wash my hands." Tony rushed into the bathroom returning soon after.

When the man returned Greg deflated the balloon.

"Relax, Jonathan." Tony ordered gently.

The two men began to pull the tube out of Jonathan's throat slowly. The youth gagged several times before the plastic contraption was free of his gullet. He coughed taking a deep breath once it was completely free. 

"There, now..." Greg smiled down at the youth.

"That feels better." Jonathan's voice was a bit hoarse.

"It talks..." Tony teased, acting completely surprised by the fact.

"Of course it does..." Jonathan looked at him with a bit of disdain.

"Ooh, it also has an attitude." the man jested.

Greg chuckled. "That he does." He stated playfully.

"Can we put this back in?" Tony teased, then laughed.

"You wouldn't dare?" Jonathan groaned.

"Oh, don't push me, Jonathan." Tony warned with a wicked grin.

"You see, I found you someone with some of your own personality traits." Greg teased. "You guys should get along quite well." the man laughed.

"Greg, you're funny." Jonathan laughed.

"Glad you noticed, Babe. I gotta go check my other patients. Oh, guess what..." he started to turn away, but returned to the spot he had been standing. "The administrator is givin' me a break. He said I could take the rest of my vacation when you get outta the hospital. So the time I'm working now won't count against it."

"That's great..." Jonathan was emphatic.

"I knew you'd see it that way." The man left the room, leaving Jonathan alone with Tony.

Jonathan looked over at the man standing to his left again. He was tall... His hair was dark and long, which he tied into a ponytail with several thick black elastics at even intervals down his back. The eyes were large dark mysterious almonds, surrounded by thick dark lashes and thick trimmed eyebrows. His nose was average and rounded. The lips full and turned up in a wicked grin at the moment. The man's jaw seemed squared. His chin curved gently. Th cheeks were high suggesting he be of foreign origin. 

His skin was darkly tanned, smooth and unblemished... His shoulders broad and strong... The arms and chest seemed to be sculpted with muscles. His waist was trim. Jonathan couldn't see the man thighs or any thing else, so it was left to his imagination. Which he took hold of with a run at the thought.

"Are you done undressing me with your eyes now?" Tony almost whispered, as Jonathan's eyes came back up to the man's face.

The youth began to breathe somewhat differently. "I wasn't undressing you. I was looking you over. Are you Native American?" He asked to draw the man's conversation elsewhere.

"No... I'm Italian." The man returned.

"Oh... I'm Native--"

"Yes, I figured that." Tony interrupted. "I intimidate you, don't I?" He seemed to be toying with the youth's senses.

"Yes... You are very imposing. But you like to be that way." Jonathan spoke very softly.

"Yes, I do. It gives me a sensual satisfaction." His salacious grin gave no mistaking what he was thinking. "It turns me on." The man clarified with the last statement.

"I'm not an idiot. I understood you the first time." Jonathan's eyes narrowed as he spoke.

The man breathed in heavily. "You know I like you. You have spirit. You don't like being intimidated."

"No, I don't..." Jonathan returned quite frankly.

"Your Uncle intimidates you." Tony stared at the youth seriously.

"And I hate him for it." Jonathan growled through clinched teeth.

"From what I hear you have every reason to hate him. He raped you?" Tony was now following through with his teachings from the classes he was taking. He wanted to go on to something more valuable. His life as a nurse was now coming to an end. Psychiatry was what he truly wanted to go into.

"Yes..." Jonathan answered simply looking away.

Tony studied his responses intently. "More than once, I imagine." He dug deeper now.

"Yes. So what else did Greg tell you?"

"Dr. Carroll, told me that you are very confused... And very afraid." Tony appeared to be more sympathetic now.

"I am... So, what's new..." the youth almost seemed to brush the man off with his statement. "I know he wants to kill me. I got him into trouble."

"Ah, yes... I heard about that too. You told the police what he was doin' to ya. They let 'im go. And yer runnin' scared." Tony grinned now.

"It's not funny..." Jonathan barked.

"I agree... But there comes a time in life when one must face their fears, child. You say you hate being intimidated, yet you allow him to continue to do that. When will it stop? You will never find peace, babe. Not like this." Tony's expression turned to seriousness. "I will teach you if you like. We can work together. But I won't be easy on you. Your time is very short. If not over. He will come for you. Will you be ready?"

"Who are you?" Jonathan looked him over again, as if he might recognize him from home.

"I'm a friend... That's all... You don't have to like me. But I would advise you to listen and do everything I tell you." Tony leaned down close to say.

Jonathan tried to move away from the man. He grabbed at short quick snatches of air. His body tingled with fear.

Tony breathed in deeply. "Ah, you're such a turn on, Jonathan. God, you're so scared of me." He chuckled. "Let me touch you, Babe... One day soon... Let me touch you. I want to revel in the chase for now."

"You're a freak..." Jonathan groaned.

"No, I'm just a man who likes to play a little. Like the lion with his prey. I like to tease, and I like to be teased." He leaned closer. "I'll tell you a secret..." his lips played into a most satisfactory grin. "The more afraid you are or act like you are, the more it turns me on."

The youth lay there thinking of all the things this man could do to him. Some could be very painful. The man was strong and obviously cut. Then some could be very exciting, drawing him to instant release. But again, he only could trust the man knowing Greg and Bruce already did. He felt that strange allure, drawing him to Tony so easily, it was frightening.

"Have you ever been raped?" Jonathan whispered to him harshly. His breathing was so very erratic now.

"No... I can't say that I have." Tony returned looking directly into his fearful face.

"That was the most frightening experience in my life." Jonathan barely could say for breathing so hard.

"What are you sayin'? You want me to rape you?" Tony was somewhat shocked.

"I'm saying, I like to role play. But I think you could make it seem so very real." Jonathan informed him.

"Ah..." Tony grinned an evil grin. "We are exchanging secrets now. Very interesting indeed."

"Can I..." Jonathan moved away some more, acting as though he was so very afraid of this man. Which, in a way he was, but he didn't want him to know that.

"Can you what, Jonathan?" Tony's manhood was throbbing so badly, he thought he would explode soon. Jonathan was so very sweet to him. His responses were so very stimulating. He had never felt this way with anyone else before. It seemed if he only touched himself just once, he would come right then.

"Can I..." Jonathan swallowed hard for the man. "Touch you?" He stuttered.

Tony laughed lightly. "Curiosity killin' ya?"

"Yeah..." Jonathan breathed.

"No... Wait... Make it more interesting." the man stated quickly.

"You like torturing yourself don't you?"

"Yes, I do..."

"Do you like to be tortured? Painfully, I mean?"

Tony stared at him strangely. "I'm not sure if I want to answer that." The man's tone was low and almost inaudible because of the nature of their conversation.

"I like to be beaten." Jonathan now informed him.

"Ah..." Tony realized. "Still trading secrets are we? How do you like to be beaten?"

Jonathan swallowed hard again still keeping up the little game he was playing, to stimulate the man further. "I like to be tied down and beaten. With a belt or somethin' like that."

"Did your Uncle used to do this to you?"

"Yes..."

"What other little torture secrets do you have?" The man ventured.

"Ah, ah... You next..." Jonathan almost grinned at the man.

Tony chuckled. He moved his arms folding them on the railing. When he moved Jonathan bolted suddenly gasping.

"God, kid... Yer gonna make me come any minute." Tony breathed.

The youth couldn't help but smile now.

"Yer a teaser... Yer teasin' me..." The man realized.

"You said you liked bein' teased." Jonathan reminded him.

"And I do... Very much so... You just keep teasin' me, baby. I'm enjoyin' every minute of it." Tony confessed. "To answer yer question, I like to have hot wax poured on me, quickly followed by ice cold water."

"That sounds like it hurts."

"If the partner does it right the pain only lasts for a second or two. But it's enough to stimulate me very highly." Tony admitted.

"What else do you like?" Jonathan probed forgetting the game as Tony had done.

"Ah... You next." The man reminded.

"Oh..." He thought for a moment.

"Come on... You know what you like. And I won't think you're strange. I expect to hear some very different things from you."

"Okay... I like to be caught by the throat during sex." Jonathan challenged his calmness.

"Strangulation, caught by the throat?" Tony asked simply.

"Yes... Very tight... 'Till I almost pass out. I like to be kissed while it's done too."

"Mmm... I would have to be very careful with you. Sometimes I forget how strong I am. I could snap your neck before you knew it and not mean to do it." The man informed him.

Jonathan breathed wildly at hearing this. "I guess we'd have to be very careful then."

"Yes..." The man stared into his widened eyes. "I like to be clawed while making love." He informed the youth.

"Like when your partner is coming?"

"Yes..."

"I like the fear factor. Anything violent."

"Be specific..."

"Like out of nowhere someone comes up behind me. They grab me and pin me against the wall by the throat... They kiss me... They're rough with me. Then they fuck me." He described.

"Hmm...I got a whole fantasy that time. We're making progress." The man grinned. "I like playing the sadistic lover... Mean, unmerciful, master type."

Jonathan sucked in air suddenly at hearing this. "I love to do that... I mean, have it done to me."

"I can see that... You almost came when I said it. Tell me more, Jonathan." The man was tired of the game and wanted to know everything about him.

"I like to be tied up. And I mean completely. From my hands and wrists to my ankles." Jonathan volunteered.

"What else..."

"Your turn..."

The man grabbed the youth's hair suddenly in his fists. "I said what else..." The man groaned.

Jonathan gasped, as the man reached for him grabbing his hair. His body surged with sudden stimulation. He held his breath fighting an orgasm.

"I like to be naked and fucked while my partner is still fully dressed." He whispered.

The man half-chuckled. "Go on..."

"I like to be beaten with things other than a belt."

"Like what?"

"Hangers, wires, things that draw blood."

"More..."

"I like to be threatened during sex."

"More..."

"I like the way you scare the shit outta me."

"More..."

"I want you to touch me."

The man stared at him long. His lips played into a grin. "No... Later... Tell me more..."

"I can't think of anything else to tell you."

"Oh, there's more. You just don't want to tell me."

"No, I mean it... I can't think of anything else."

"You're lying..." The man growled low.

"When I'm beaten sometimes, I come."

"There it is... That's what I was lookin' for. Why did it take so long for you to tell me?"

"I was afraid you'd think I was lying."

"No... I'm the same way... So, is Greg..." Tony informed him. "We've been seeing each other for several years now. We both like it the same ways. So, we do each other the way we like it."

"What about, Bruce?"

"Him too... But he's more the lovin' type. He likes touchy feely things. But he'll come out when he has to." Tony informed him.

"So, all of you get together sometimes?"

Yeah. We do. When the mood strikes us. Been thinkin' 'bout movin' in with each other."

"I think you all should." Jonathan stated.

"I still think there's more to you than what you're tellin' me. You like bein' molested in yer sleep, don't you?"

"Yeah, but how did you know?"

"You like to have yer clothes ripped off."

"Yeah..."

"You like being threatened with knives and weapons."

"Yeah..."

"You like to cut yourself when yer alone."

Jonathan stared at him blankly.

"You fuck yerself with objects that hurt you."

He couldn't believe the man was reading him so well.

"You beat yerself when nobody else will. You've used drugs in the past. You were prostituted by yer Uncle."

"Who the fuck are you?" Jonathan tried to get away from him.

"Hey... Settle down..." Tony grabbed the youth's shoulders pinning him down. "Calm down now. I'm not gonna hurtchya." The man stated softly.

"I know you... I wish I could remember who you are. You ain't been workin' here the last ten years." Jonathan stared at him. Fear coursing through him wildly.

"Oh, yes I have... I can prove it." The man stated.

"It can be faked..."

"Smart kid... But it's true... The people here can tell you I've been here that long." Tony reasoned. "Then who are you? Why do I know you? Why can't I remember yer name?" The youth thought out loud.

"It'll come to ya. I'm sure of it." The man smiled gently.

"Then I do know you!" Jonathan was breathing even wilder now.

"If you say so..." Tony continued to elude him.

Greg came into the room seeing the two staring each other down. "Am I interrupting somethin'?" He asked.

"Not really, Doc... He's tryin' to remember how he knows me." Tony informed him.

"Oh... Did'e figure it out yet?" Greg asked.

"Not yet..." The man answered seriously.

"Hmp... It'll come to 'im..." Greg smiled.

"He's been workin' here the last ten years?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah... Except on his vacations. He wasn't workin' here durin' those times." The man answered approaching the bed slowly.

"What are you sayin'?" Jonathan asked. "You know I know him? Who is he?" The youth demanded to know.

"Jonathan... Do I need to sedate you?" Greg asked now. "You seem a little delusional."

"Don't play games with me!" Jonathan groaned. "Tell me what you know!"

"I don't know anything, Jonathan." the doctor replied looking down at the youth.

He adjusted the machine, to make the youth go back to sleep for a while. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell the youth. He just didn't think the kid would be too agreeable to the situation at hand. His only mission was to keep the teen safe. And who better to do it than the one person he knew would know what Jonathan's Uncle would do and how he would do it.

Jonathan fought the sleep that was overcoming him. He no longer trusted these men. Fear coursed through him that they were planning to hand him over to his Uncle as soon as he showed up. They had probably called him and he was on his way there now. But the medicine was much too strong for him. He closed his eyes quickly pretending to be asleep. He just had to know the truth. 

"You fool..." Greg groaned low at the man.

"He already recognized me. He's a smart kid." Tony returned.

"Now we have a problem. He probably believes we're gonna hand him over to his Uncle...Or worse... How do you suppose we keep him safe now?" Greg barked.

"I'll do my job, Greg. I will not let him be harmed." Tony assured him.

"You had better do your job." Greg stared him in the eyes meanly. "If you loose him, I swear--"

"I will not loose him, Greg." Tony was firm. "I hate that man as much or more than he does." He growled low pointing at the youth. "I will not let him take him. He'll have to kill me first." He expressed strongly. "I told you I knew what he was doin' to the kid. I just never had the evidence to lock 'im up."

"Well, if we play our cards right, you'll get that chance." Greg returned calming then.

"I can't wait..." Tony moved to the left of Jonathan checking his urine bag again.

Jonathan listened intently though he felt so very groggy. They were on his side. He had misjudged them. But who the hell was Tony? How did he know him? He let the drug take him down to a deep sleep. His last thought was the question burning in his soul.

Jonathan was walking to school as he did everyday. Though the sky was bright and beautiful above him he never knew it. His head hanging low he slowly meandered down the sidewalk toward school. It no longer mattered to him if he was on time or not. Though he knew he would be in so much trouble if he was late, he still drug around wishing he lived somewhere else, with someone else.

Just then a rugged old light blue pick up grumbled up beside him. "Hey, kid..." the dark skinned man smiled at him. 

"Hey..." Jonathan answered solemnly.

"You look like you need a friend. Wanna talk?" The man asked.

Jonathan shrugged.

"Come on, kid. I'll drive ya over to school. We can talk." he opened the passenger door.

"How do I know yer not gonna kidnap me and kill me?" Jonathan asked then.

"I guess that's a chance you'll have to take." he returned.

Jonathan thought about it a moment. If he did kidnap him and kill him it would end the hell he was living in now. He moved to the truck getting in, closing the door. The man smiled at him gently. 

"So what gives?" The man asked.

"I don't know." The youth shrugged.

"Name's Tony. What's yer's?" He asked.

"Jonathan..."

"Got any brothers and sisters?"

"No..." Jonathan was so solemn.

"What does yer dad do?"

"My dad's dead. So is my mom."

"Jonathan, I'm so sorry." The man slipped his arm on the back of the seat. He moved closer to him.

"What do you want from me?" Jonathan asked then.

"How old are you, Jonathan?"

"Fourteen..." The youth stated.

"Jonathan. Who are you livin' with?"

"My Uncle..."

"Is he good to you?"

Jonathan looked at him long. He fought the tears that threatened to spill out onto his face.

"Is he hurtin' you?" The man pressed. "Someone said they heard you screamin' last night. They said you scream every night. Is he hurting you somehow?"




Bigrig Ch. 06



"I can't talk to you." Jonathan opened the door to get out.

"Jonathan..." The man grabbed the door pulling it so the youth couldn't get out. "I can help you, if you'll let me. Just talk to me..."

"I can't... I gotta go to school." Jonathan pushed on the door to get out again.

"Let me take you, so I'll know yer safe." The man offered.

"I am late... You don't mind do you?" Jonathan asked sadly.

"No, Jonathan... I wouldn't offer if I minded. Close the door." The man stated.

Jonathan shut the door. The man moved back under the steering wheel. He started the truck, put it in gear. 

"Jonathan, if you need to talk I'll help you. If you feel you can't talk to me, talk to somebody. A cop. Anybody. Tell them what the man is doin' to ya. It'll make it stop when you do." The man spoke gently as he drove the youth to school. 



Bigrig Ch. 07



Tony dozed, as Jonathan slept soundly. He woke suddenly looking toward the door. It was closed. Standing he went to the bed checking the patient. Jonathan lay on his right side sleeping soundly. He checked the urine bag, seeing it would be soon that he would need to change it. 

Tony looked through the darkness. Something wasn't right. Reaching up over the youth's bed he pulled the switch turning on the light. Moving silently around the bed, his eyes moved around taking in the room thoroughly. 

His slow methodical movements were like that of a cat after its prey. Going slowly to the bathroom, he opened the door, as he watched the room. Flipping on the light, he glanced around at the shower, toilet and sink quickly. 

As he looked back at the cart by the door, he saw what was different. It had been pushed away from the wall. Someone could be hiding behind it. He went to it slowly, cautiously. He checked all around it, but no one was there. Lifting the rolling cover up, he checked inside.

Going back to the bed he turned Jonathan onto his back, checking him over thoroughly to be sure the man had not been there and killed him while he slept. Jonathan moaned softly, as the man pulled the covers back. His hands roamed over the youth haphazardly looking for anything suspicious. He lifted the gown looking with his eyes and his hands. Pulling the blanket further down, he checked his legs. Turning him over onto his right side once more, he checked him further.

At that moment, Catherine entered the room. She stopped in her tracks, seeing Tony was handling Jonathan, in a way she felt was not right. Inhaling sharply, she covered her gaping mouth with her fingers. He stopped, looking up at her.

"Catherine, did you see anyone come in here? A man?" Tony asked continuing to look the youth over for even a pinprick.

"No… What are you doin'?" She sounded alarmed.

"I'm checkin' him for needle pricks or a wound of any kind." Tony stated urgently.

"But why, Tony?" the woman was evidently unsettled. And what he was saying didn't make any since. The kid was in a hospital. Although, she knew Tony's services were only called upon, when the patient was in mortal danger of another person or persons.

"Someone was in here. They pulled the cart away from the wall." Tony stated.

"Tony, I did that… I was lookin' for a dressin'. We're out at the station." she informed him. "What the hell is goin' on?" she asked then. "Why are you guardin' him?"

"It would appear he is in danger, wouldn't it?" Tony answered covering the youth. "Or I wouldn't be here, now would I?"

"I don't understand…" the woman stated softly, taking a single step closer.

"Catherine, his Uncle is out to kill this kid. Now, no one is allowed in here… No one… The only people allowed in here, is Dr. Carroll and me. You got that? You need somethin', please, call the room first. Then I'll tell you to come on in. But I'll expect you and know it's you. I thought he had come in while we slept and done somethin' to 'im." The nurse's tone was stern and vehement. He unconsciously chided the woman strongly.

"I was wonderin' why you were feelin' 'im up." Catherine confessed. "It looked like you was molestin' 'im."

"I was checkin' for needle pricks, or a wound of some kind." Tony stated firmly.

"I'm sorry…I should've known better, Tony. I can see I caused you a lotta stress. I'm sorry." Catherine stated solemnly in realization.

"It's okay, hun… You're okay… Just call the room first before you come in." Tony requested, his tone softening all the while. "Was there somethin' you needed?" he came around the bed toward her stopping when he stood directly before the woman.

"I was comin' to check the machine." Catherine informed him.

"Oh, I already took care of it." He returned softly.

"Oh, okay… I'm sorry, Tony. I'll help you watch the door. I didn't know." She almost seemed in tears.

"Catherine, it's fine. It just scared me. I'm responsible for his life right now. You understand, don'tchya?" Tony hugged her to him gently.

"Yeah, Tony. I'm so sorry. I thought some bad things aboutchya, when I came in. I'm sorry." She confessed.

"Honey, I woulda thought the same shit if I didn't know." Tony tried to comfort her. "It's okay…"

"I gotta go… I gotta get back to my rounds. I'll tell the other's to watch the door and not let anybody come in but Dr. Carroll." she told him.

"Everyone is supposed to know that already. They'er supposed to call me if they see anybody suspicious." Tony looked into her face with concern.

"But we didn't know, Tony. I'll tell 'em…" Catherine assured him. "I'll tell 'em right now." she rushed out the door.

"Whew..." Tony turned to Jonathan who was sleeping like a log. Going to the machine, he adjusted the dosage bringing it down some. Greg had elevated it to make the youth sleep. If they needed to move in a hurry it would be difficult with him like this. Going to the bed, he began to flick the youth's earlobe with his finger. "Jonathan..." he called gently. "Wake up..." His voice was urgent. Deflating the balloon, he removed the catheter from Jonathan's maleness.

The youth moaned softly.

"Wake up, kid… Now, Jonathan..." Tony was firm. "Come on, kid…"

Jonathan stirred. His eyes fluttered, as he fought to awaken. He could hear the intense urgency in Tony's voice. It was time, to wake up.

"Come on, boy..." The man seemed to growl. "Wake up, Jonathan…" 

He struggled to obey the man, but it was so hard. His eyes opened, then shut again. He fought with all his might.

"Damn..." Tony went to the window, closing the drapes quickly. "Come on, Jonathan… Wake up for me… I know it's hard, Baby… But I really need you to wake up."

"Can't..." Jonathan muttered.

"Yes you can, mister! Now you wake up! Come on..." Tony moved about the room, insuring no one was hiding anywhere.

"Help me..." 

Tony looked over at the youth, expecting someone else to be there. But there was no one.

"Help me, Tony…" Jonathan moaned fighting to open his eyes.

The nurse went to him. "You remember me, now… Don't you?" He asked.

"Blue pickup… I was fourteen…" the youth mumbled, barely audible.

"Yeah, Baby… I asked you all those questions about yer Uncle." He replied excitedly.

"Are you a cop?" The youth came slowly.

"No, Jonathan… I worked here… I was just concerned." Tony told him, not really being honest with him. It was better for the kid, if he didn't know.

Jonathan's eyes finally came open. He looked up at the man, who was glancing around the room. "If you worked here, what was you doin' in Arizona?"

"Just visitin'… I have family there…" Tony seemed to calm somewhat, now that Jonathan was awake.

"Oh…" The kid didn't understand. "But who told ya? How did you know?"

"Remember I told you, yer neighbor complained about you screamin' every night?" Tony now turned looking into the youth's face.

"Yeah…"

"Jonathan, can you move at all?" the man asked then.

"I don't know…" He tried to sit up.

"No, no, no… Roll onto your right side. I'll show you how to let the railing down." The nurse began to slowly teach him to protect himself. He took the youth's hands putting them on the top of the rail. "Pull up… then push down."

Jonathan was able to do it even as weak as he felt.

"Now push yerself up, with yer hands." He watched, as Jonathan pushed himself up letting his legs drop off the bed. "…Now stand up..." the nurse stood right in front of him, in case he fell. "…Come on… Come to the door..." He walked backward, watching Jonathan stagger toward him. "…Pull the door open…" Tony stood to one side, as Jonathan pulled the door open. "…Go to the nurses station…" The man walked beside him. "…Hustle, Jonathan… He's coming to getchya…" he coached softly.

Jonathan moved faster, realizing what he was doing. He forced his legs to move as fast as they could. One foot before the other, he looked down watching them as they went. When he got to the nurses' station, the women were watching the two intently.

"Now what do you do?" Tony asked gently.

"I need help..." He spoke to the woman before him.

"Good, Jonathan… But what if no one is here?" Tony asked then?

"I don't know?" he looked over at the man.

"I'll show you… Come with me…" He led the youth around the counter. The women moved out of the way, knowing what Tony was doing. "You can hide here, or you can hide back here." He took Jonathan into a room, behind the counter. It had a desk he could crawl up under, if he needed to.

"Okay… Let's get you back to bed." Tony lifted him in his arms, carrying him to bed. Putting the rail back up, he checked the bathroom once more. "You rest some… We'll do it again after while."

"I want outta here…" Jonathan admitted.

"I know, Baby… But you need to be here, or Dr. Carroll would let you go home." Tony told him. "And anyway, it don't matter where you go, he'll be lookin' for ya." He added going to the drapes peeking out. He looked across the road to the building there, then down at the street below.

"Is everything alright?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes, it is now…" Tony turned to him smiling.

Jonathan sighed in relief. "You had me worried for a minute." He informed him.

"Why? You trust my judgement now?" the man moved to the bed beginning to replace the I.V. needle and tube.

"I guess I do… You seem to know what yer doin'." He watched the man deftly work at painlessly retubing his arm.

"I try, kid…" The man glanced into his face, then finished taping the apparatus to his arm. "If you need to go pee, just let me know. I took the catheter out." He lightly placed his hands on the railing standing over him grinning.

"Doc won't be mad will 'e?" 

"Naa…" The man gently brushed hair from his face. "He knows I know what I'm doin'."

"That's good… If he trusts you, so do I." Jonathan smiled up at him.

"Good… Now, get some rest… I'll wake you up in another hour or so, to practice your escape." He informed him.

Nodding, Jonathan turned onto his right side, drifting to sleep easily. Tony sat in the chair, dozing for the next hour. Looking at the clock on the wall, he knew Greg would be in soon. And it was time to wake Jonathan again.

Standing, he went to the bed. "Jonathan…" he spoke softly putting a hand on his shoulder.

Right away, Jonathan lifted his head. Tony put his finger to his lips. With a nod, the youth pushed himself up silently. He moved the railing down, as quietly as he could. Standing, he followed the man to the door. Grasping the handle, he pulled it open going quickly to the nurses' station. 

Tony urged him silently, to go behind the counter and hide underneath. "That was better, kid… But you need to work on your timing… Faster… You have to move faster." He stood over him, with his hands on his hips.

Jonathan came out from under the counter standing. "So, let's do it again."

"No… You need to learn to do this from a dead sleep. Next time, I won't say anything at all." Tony stated.

"Okay…" He began to go back to the room.

"Tony…" Catherine called to him as they went.

"Stop, Jonathan…" the man put a hand on his shoulder halting him. He turned to the woman, who was holding the phone with a hand over the mouthpiece.

"Dr. Carroll is on the phone. He wants to know if you need him to bring anything this mornin'." She relayed the message to him.

Tony thought for a second. "A hot biscuit with bacon and cheese would be nice… And some orange juice." He smiled at the last. Greg would know what he meant.

She gave Greg the message over the phone, then laughed out loud. "He said, bite me." She called to him.

Tony laughed. "Tell him to bare the spot when he comes in."

"Ooh!" some of the nurses laughed and expressed sudden surprise at Tony's comment. But they were used to the two men joking with each other that way.

Catherine was laughing, as she hung up the phone. "He said to tell you, you'll get your orange juice alright. He said it'll end up in yer face, if you ain't careful." She informed him.

Tony laughed. He turned, beginning to lead Jonathan back to the room. A soft pleasant moan of pleasure escaped him, as they went. Though none of the nurses could hear it, Jonathan did.

He stared up at the taller man, who seemed distantly preoccupied with his thoughts at the moment. Studying him, he waited until they were safe in the room, before he popped the question.

"What was that all about?" he asked softly.

Tony chuckled. "Greg and I have a few metaphors we use to get at one another."

"So, what is the simile for orange juice?" Jonathan queried.

"Just think about what was said. It'll come to ya." The man grinned wickedly.

"What gets t'me, is that low pleasurable moan of yers. It turns me on when you do that. I've heard others moan like that, but it never has effected me this way before. And it seems the doc hit on somethin' you like." He continued to dig as he climbed back into bed slowly.

"Yep… You caught that, did ya?" Tony watched him, standing nearby in case he needed assistance.

"You know I did. You meant for me too." Jonathan rested back against the pillow, smiling at the man. 

Tony crossed his arms over his chest then. His eyes narrowed a bit, as he cocked his head to one side somewhat. "And so what if I did." He ventured probing into what Jonathan was getting at.

"Well, like me…" Jonathan pulled the covers over his legs and hips. "…If I want someone to know I have a desire, or like somethin', I moan." He answered.

"Oh…" Tony moved back slightly with realization. His arms dropped to his side again. "So, you think I wanted you to know that what he said was a turn on for me."

"Of course…" he adjusted his tubing, so he could get comfortable again.

Tony came toward him, picking up the I.V. needle. He made an adjustment on the machine, then grasped the railing to listen to Jonathan's assumptions.

"You like to let people know what turns you on. So, naturally you would do that."

Tony chuckled. He moved to the cart retrieving a new needle. Returning with it in hand he opened the sterile package to reinsert the needle into his arm.

"So, what is orange juice?" he couldn't stand the suspense any longer as he watched the man place the needle and hook him up to the I.V. tube again.

Tony looked up toward the door. "It means, he might jack off in my face…" he whispered to him.

"Oh, shit…" Jonathan beamed.

"Yeah…" the man gave him that wicked grin Jonathan saw him produce so many times since he had met him. But quickly he looked back down at his work.

"So, the orange juice is 'come'?" he pressed.

"Hmm…" The man moaned, glancing up then back to what he was doing.

"You told me…" He realized suddenly.

"Yep…" Tony smiled.

"Damn, you guys are sneaky." Jonathan laughed lightly.

"We have to be…" He looked toward the door again. "If it gets around that doc swings that way, it could ruin his reputation, he could loose his job… You name it." He whispered to him.

"Damn…" Jonathan winced suddenly as the sting of fluid began up his arm again. "I hadn't thought of that."

"You should…" the man taped the assembly to his arm again. He stood straight when he had finished. "Now, you get some rest. I'll just be right here." Tony moved away from him, before he got caught doing something, which would seem vulgar to one of the nurses.

A couple hours later Greg waltzed into the room. Tony was on his feet, as usual. The doctor grinned wryly at him, as he approached with the man's requested meal. The nurse half laughed, as he retrieved it from his hands. Going back to the chair, he sat shaking the orange juice he had asked for so playfully.

"Has he been awake yet?" Greg lifted the chart looking at the many notes Tony had scribbled there.

"Yeah, I took him for a little stroll this morning, twice." He informed him.

"I see that you did." He read it even as Tony mentioned it. "If he's doin' that good, I may let 'im go home early." He announced to the man.

"He wants to so bad, he can taste it." Tony jested.

"I know… Poor kid is petrified." Greg moved to the bedside looking Jonathan over.

"Thanks for the biscuit…" Tony mumbled with his mouth full.

"You're welcome… You know, I think I will let 'im go home early. He's been so good about all this. But you have to be sure he follows orders. If 'e don't, he's coming right back here." Greg looked over, as Tony began to nod emphatically. His mouth was full of food. "You hungry or somethin'?" Greg stood straight asking.

"Well, yeah…" the nurse said after washing it down with some orange juice. "You keep forgetting to feed me."

"Shit, Tony… I'm sorry…" The doctor realized, he was right. The only meal he had brought to him, was a breakfast the day before.

"No, don't sweat it. You just owe me big time, man." He grinned broadly then.

"Yer lovin' this, aintchya?" Greg smiled, as he approached slowly.

"You bet, dude… I can't wait to get my hands on you and the kid." He revealed.

"Oh, you'll get yours." Greg assured him with finality in his voice.

Tony smiled. "You get any breakfast?" he asked taking out the last biscuit.

"Yeah… I had mine…" The doctor came up beside him leaning against the windowsill. "Do you think the man will try to kill 'im?" he asked, looking over at Jonathan as he did.

"Yep… And he'll be all, coy about it too. He's not a nice man, Greg." Tony informed him.

"I'm not lookin' forward to meetin' 'im." The doctor stated.

"No, but you will… I assure you, you will…" Tony took a large bite of the sandwich. 

"How much shit do you guys have on him?" Greg asked then.

"Not enough to put 'im away. But he's suspected of extortion, racketeering, prostitution, you name it." Tony volunteered. "Now, I hear this…" he began to speak lower for only Greg to hear. "…Don't quote me on this, but I heard that he had a party with his chief rats, and turned 'em all loose on the kid there. What I heard was, they passed 'im around all night, doin' as they pleased with 'im…. No matter what it was." He informed the man quietly.

Greg sighed heavily. "It's a wonder the poor kid's sane." He commented.

"He's had a hard life, Greg. It's time he got some relief from that." Tony stated, taking another bit of the sandwich.

"Well, you keep 'im alive long enough, Bruce and I intend to give 'im some relief." Greg pushed himself off the windowsill, gently.

Tony nodded. "I hope I'm in on that, too." He grinned.

"You know you are, Tony." He turned to him saying. "I have to go… I'll check back in a while…see how he's doin'." He made his way to the door.

"Okay…" Tony stuffed the last of the sandwich into his mouth.

Jonathan lay there, silently listening to the two men talking. As he did, he began to realize Tony was more than just a nurse. It seemed he knew more about his uncle, than was comfortable to him. Where in the hell did he hear about that party? Who leaked it to the cops?

He rolled onto his back staring up at the ceiling silently, just thinking. 

"You hungry, kid?" Tony asked.

Jonathan didn't think he could tell he was awake. He had hoped he wouldn't notice for a minute or two more. He had this incredible hard-on that would just not go away.

"No…" he answered softly.

"Sure you are…" The man stood coming toward him. "What gives, dude?" he put his hands on the railing, staring down at him.

"Touch me, Tony." Jonathan said out of the blue.

The man half laughed. "Hungry, I see…" his eyes twinkled with delight that he had asked. "No…give it some more time… We need to stew a little longer… Besides, we get caught in here, and my ass is in the sling." He suggested.

Jonathan rolled onto his right side again away from the man.

"Hey, what's wrong, Jonathan." he could tell something was amiss.

"Yer avoidin' me." He turned back onto his back, staring up at him.

"No…no, I'm not… I'm being practical." The man was serious now. "But you just wait 'till I get you home. You and I are gonna play, and I mean play hard." He began to run his fingers through the youth's hair.




Bigrig Ch. 07



Jonathan pressed his cheek against the hand. His eyes closed, he reveled in the warmth of his touch for the moment. It almost seemed so warm that it might scorch his flesh. But the youth knew better. It was his steamy desire that was causing him to sense such. 

"Yer needin' some attention, aren'tchya?" he smiled faintly.

"Yes, I am…" The youth returned, opening his eyes to look up at him. he grinned as he saw Tony looking down at the tent that was so very obvious. "I wantchya to hold me and touch me, fuck the shit outta me." He volunteered.

Tony chuckled. "I heard from a birdie that you might get to go home t'day. If you'll hang in there, I'll do all that for ya." He whispered.

"I am so hard, Tony." Jonathan informed him then.

"I know, baby… but…."

"Tony… please…" Jonathan begged now.

"Shit, baby…" the man looked up toward the door not able to resist the temptation any longer. He eased a hand beneath the blanket and sheet, finding the kid's thigh quickly. 

When his hand moved upward finding its goal, he found that Jonathan was indeed, needing some special attention. Due to the fact that it was so very distinctly seen, that was so irrelevant. 

The soft velvety flesh and rigid shaft was fully erect, as he enclosed his hand about it. Now, he just had to do something about this. He couldn't stand it. 

He heard the soft moan the youth responded with, as his hand moved up over the shaft. A gentle smile gracing his lips, he continued to watch the door and work the lad at the same time. Slowly, he grasped the member beginning to stroke him leisurely. Right away, Jonathan started moving his hips with his rhythm.

Tony quickly upped the pace for the kid's sake. He could feel the muscles in his thigh tensing gradually. It wouldn't be long before the youth was spilling his guts. So, he consciously worked the kid toward that end.

"Relax, baby… you'll tear yer stitches…" he whispered to the youth.

Still, his mind was also conjuring visions of the two of them together, when they get home. He imagined the feel of Jonathan beneath his strong hard body, would be so nice and soft. The tenderness of his young flesh, would be such a delight to him. Thank goodness, he was at the age of consent.

Hearing the kid gasp suddenly, he glanced down seeing him arching his body hard toward him. The eyes were closed tight. His member was pulsing in his hand. Then he felt the warmth of his fluids seeping along his hand and fingers. The kid was fighting with all his might to remain quiet, during all of this.

Tony looked back up at the door, still stroking the youth, as the climax subsided. He worried the youth would rip something before long, he was so rigid at the moment. It was all he could do to keep from scolding Jonathan for it, really. 

And when he was still again, the man removed his hand quickly slipping into the bathroom, to wash. He returned hastily to the bedside, ensuring Jonathan was covered discreetly.

"Feel better now?" He whispered to him, as he pulled the covers over his thigh.

"Yeah, thanks…" Jonathan smiled up at him.

"That did not just happen, Jonathan." Tony warned.

"I know…" The youth nodded.

"Okay, just so long as you and I are on the same sheet of music." The man smiled gently. "Why don't you get some rest. Doc'll be back soon." He advised.

"Yer a cop, aintchya?" Jonathan asked out of the blue.

"What makes you say that? I think, I already answered that question." Tony folded his arms over the railing leaning on it.

"Then how do you know about the party?" he asked.

"Hmp…" the man smiled. "You been playin' opossum." He teased. "Did it happen?"

"Yes…" the youth looked away suddenly.

"Hey, yer in good hands, kid. As long as you do what I tell ya, you'll get through this." The man stated seriously. "Now, get some rest…" He started to walk away.

"You ain't answered me…" Jonathan pressed lifting up on his elbows.

"No, and I won't… I already told ya…" Tony returned, still moving to the chair sitting. "…Sleep, kid…" He looked hard at him until Jonathan rested back on the pillow closing his eyes. 



Bigrig Ch. 08



Jonathan gasped, as he tried to roll over onto his right side. He had become sore, since Tony had helped him with his little problem that morning. The soreness had progressed throughout the day. Now he could barely move because of it.

"What gives, kid?" Tony asked, standing from the chair he had been sitting in.

"I can't move anymore... It hurts to much." Jonathan admitted.

"I better call Greg in here to look atchya." He went to the intercom on the wall calling to the desk.

"Can I help you?" a woman's voice came over the speaker.

"Yes, we need Dr. Carroll in here ASAP." Tony stated urgently.

"He's on his way." She returned.

And no sooner than she got the words out of her mouth, Greg was coming in through the door.

"What's wrong?" he went right to the bed.

"I can't move, doc. I think I hurt myself this morning." Jonathan winced, as he tried to sit up a little.

"What were you doing?" Greg asked then.

Jonathan avoided looking over at Tony. "I must've turned onto the wrong side in my sleep... I'm not really sure." He told the man.

"Let me have a look..." Greg pulled the covers back to reveal the problem right away. "You've torn some stitches, Jonathan. Did you stretch or tense at any time this morning?"

"I could have... I don't really remember..." The youth answered simply.

"Okay... I'm gonna have to check the rest of it too. So, take 'im down to x-ray, Tony. Let's just see what's goin' on in there." He ordered gently.

"Sure, doc..." Tony moved to the right side of the bed, letting the railing down, while Greg went to the intercom requesting a wheelchair for the youth.

Quickly, he and Tony were alone in the service elevator.

"Sorry, Tony..." Jonathan muttered.

"What for?" the man leaned down catching eye contact right away.

"I shouldn't have asked you to do that this morning." A tear slipped down his face.

"Are you in pain?" Tony asked surprised by his actions.

"A little...Well, yeah..." Jonathan looked away suddenly.

"Hey, Buck up, kid. You got what you wanted. You'll be fine, I'm sure of it..." Tony tried to cheer him up.

"Yeah, but I'd much rather be goin' home right now...not to x-ray. And you tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen." He complained.

"Ah...It'll be ok. ... And, don't ask me to do that anymore. Not until yer healed well enough." The man teased. "My ass may be in a sling now, as it is."

Jonathan smiled faintly. 

"Oh, that was some quick thinkin' too." The man praised standing straight as the elevator came to a stop.

"Yeah, I can see us getting' yelled at by you know who." The youth jested.

"Hmp..." Tony began to wheel him into the hallway. "I can make that stop." He joked.

Jonathan laughed, then grabbed his belly painfully. Sweat formed over his upper lip, as the pain became almost unbearable. "I don't think I want anymore for a while." He groaned leaning forward.

"Hey, you okay?" Tony stopped the chair, coming around him, to look into his paled grimace. "You don't look so good, kid." He commented then.

"It hurts, Tony..." Jonathan could barely say.

"Okay, let's get these pictures and get you back upstairs pronto." Tony stood beginning to push him at a hurried pace, down the hallway. As he rolled him into x-ray, the youth slumped forward. The man grabbed him by the hair, to keep him from falling into the floor. Locking the wheels of the chair, he gathered Jonathan in his arms putting him on the x-ray table.

"Doc needs a picture of his stomach." He began to pull the gown up while he spoke.

The x-ray tech moved quickly, seeing he had an urgent situation on his hands. The pictures were taken, while Tony called up to the fifth floor, talking to Greg over the phone about his condition. As soon as the x-rays were done, he took him back upstairs, arriving not long before the pics were brought up too.

"I gotta take him back into surgery. He tore his stomach, Tony. What in the hell did he do this morning?" Greg fussed now.

"I don't know, Greg." The man answered simply. "One minute we were talking, the next he was asleep. I was dozin' in the chair. So, whatever he did, he did it while I slept." 

Greg eyed him curiously. "That's not like you, Tony. Are you slippin' on me?"

"No, man..." He sighed heavily then.

"Okay, what really happened? I know you better than this." The man watched, as Tony turned away obviously beating himself inside for something.

"I jerked 'im off, Greg." He admitted then.

"Damn, Tony..." Greg stood staring at him for a moment, then yanked the x-rays off the viewer. "You know better..." he grumbled tossing the films on the stainless steel table beneath the viewer.

"Yes, I do... But he was illin', man...beggin' me to relieve him. He had a boner from hell, dude. I... I know better..." He tried to reason with him. Then, he canned his excuses knowing he was wrong.

"Yer getting' too soft, Tony." Greg smiled.

"Yep...I think yer right." He turned away throwing a fist into his open hand. At the moment, he was so angry with himself for causing the kid more problems than he needed. If he had only followed his instincts, this wouldn't be happening to Jonathan.

"Well, your softness has cost him another surgery. I gotta prep..." Greg turned, leaving the room promptly.

This time Greg did a laproscopic repair of the damages. Using a small fiberoptic lighted tube with magnifying lenses, he repaired the tears in the stomach at the seams of the first surgery, from another tiny incision. This way it was less deleterious and would heal quicker, with less trauma to the tissues, abdomen and to Jonathan.

When he came out of surgery, Tony was waiting to wake him.

"Hey, kid..." he patted his face lightly. "...Open them eyes..."

Jonathan groaned, moving his face away.

"Hey, don't you avoid me, kid. Let me see those eyes." The man fussed playfully.

The youth's eyes fluttered open, slowly.

"That's it... You can sleep when you get back to the room. Just wake up for me." Tony was urgent.

"I'm awake, man..." Jonathan slurred.

"Yeah, right..." Tony half laughed.

"Got any water?" the youth requested, his mouth feeling so gummy.

"Not yet, kid... How 'bout some ice?" the man smiled gently.

"That'll work..." Jonathan muttered.

"Okay, stay right there... I'll get it..." Tony teased, as he stepped away from the gurney for a moment.

"Like I'm goin' anywhere..." Jonathan grumbled.

"Cute, kid..." the man filled a mug with crushed ice bringing it to him. He lifted some with his fingertips placing it on his lips. "Just let it melt into your mouth." He instructed.

Greg came in rushing to the bedside. "Okay, I guess I don't need to tell you what you can't do for a while, huh?"

"No... I know already..." Jonathan muttered.

"Good, cuz next time some heads are gonna roll." The man put a hand on his hip saying, as if in anger. "Alright, take 'im back up to his room." The man walked away, without another word to either of them the rest of the day.

*****

"Boy, he's pissed." Jonathan commented later that day.

"Why do you say that?" Tony stood from the chair asking.

"He ain't so much as darted in here all day. Usually he comes and goes." The youth spoke his mind.

"He'll get over it..." The man came to his bedside, checking everything. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah..." Jonathan tried to sit up.

"No, let me do that... You lie still..." He pushed a button, raising the bed for him. Jonathan leaned forward a little, so he could adjust the pillow. Tony then put the straw to the youth's lips, letting him drink what he could.

"I didn't mean to get us into so much trouble, Tony." He said, when he pushed the straw from between his lips.

"Don't sweat it, kid... You'll be fine...Anyway, it's more my fault than yours." The man smiled gently.

"Why?"

"Because, I knew better..." the man groaned displeasurably.

"I'm stuck here another week now. I just know it..." He complained.

"No, just another day or so." The man informed him.

"Really?" Jonathan perked a little.

"Yep... That's it... He did it with a laproscope... It's less traumatic... Most patients can go home the next day after, or even that day. It depends..." Tony set the mug on the table to his right.

"Good...I'm tired of this room." Jonathan complained.

"Then why don't you get some rest. Maybe when you wake up, you'll be goin' home." The man smiled again.

"Okay..." Jonathan rested his head back, while Tony lowered the bed again.

*****

Later that evening, Tony nudged Jonathan from his sleep. Not saying a word, he motioned his head toward the door silently. The youth nodded rolling onto his side very slowly. Lifting, then pushing on the railing, he lowered it sitting up. Easing his feet to the floor quickly, he grabbed the I.V. hanger, beginning to patter toward the door as fast as he could go.

Tony followed behind him quietly, watching him move with expediency out into the hallway and to the nurses' station. There he hid himself promptly.

"Good, Jonathan..." Tony smiled, giving him a hand as he came back out from under the counter. "Let's get you back to bed now." He lifted him in his arms, carrying him back to the room and to bed.

Once he had him tucked back in, he went to the window, where he peeked out through the curtain. Looking across the street at the building, he scanned it for anything suspicious. Then he glanced down at the parking lot to see if he could recognize anything or anyone from Arizona. Another glance at the building across the way, and he turned back to the bed looking at the patient silently for a moment.

He felt that old nagging that always came right before something bad would happen. So many times, this gut feeling had saved his life and the life of his ward. Now, it was strong and relentless, gnawing at him persistently.

"You seem a little tense t'night." Jonathan commented.

"I am... Just a feelin', I guess." He told the kid.

"Please, get me outta here." Jonathan rolled onto his right side, sitting up once more.

"No, no... You lay down..." Tony went to him urging him to lie down. "...Just rest for a while... Then we'll practice your escape again."

Jonathan nodded, allowing the man to cover his legs and hips. His eyes locked with the man's for a long moment. He then watched, as Tony reached under his white coat pulling out a police issue revolver from the shoulder holster. His eyes widened, realizing this man was preparing for the inevitable. 

Tony checked to be sure, the weapon was loaded and ready. Then, he shoved it back into the shoulder holster. He stood over the youth, looking around the room again. That old uneasy feeling was becoming more annoying with time.

"Let's getchya outta here..." He gathered the youth in his arms, after he pulled the I.V. out of his forearm. Going to the door, he cracked it open, peeking out, before he moved with him down the hallway. 

He heard the elevator bell, as he ducked into the conference room quickly. Leaving the lights off in the room, he took Jonathan to a closet where he sat him down in a chair that was being stored there. Silently, he put his finger to his lips. Jonathan nodded vigorously.

Tony closed the door, leaving him inside the closet. He stepped to the door, leaning his back to the wall beside it, listening intently. He could hear one of the nurses fussing at someone, about not going into a room. The man was insistent, it seemed, from what he could hear.

"Sir, no one is in there..." She persisted in telling him.

"Where's the kid, lady?" the man asked. 

Tony recognized his voice. It wasn't the uncle. He had sent his henchman, Maurice. 

"He was discharged not too long ago." She informed the man wisely. "Some guy came and took 'im home."

"Who?" the man seemed more urgent.

"I don't know..." She stated.

"Did he sign a discharge form?" the man insisted.

"Sir, that is privileged information. I can't tell you that. And I can't let you see the form either." She stated.

He heard the elevator bell again.

"Excuse me..." he caught another male voice then. "Sir, I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave..." The second male voice stated calmly.

"Alright, but the child's uncle is the only one that has legal right to him. All of you had best look for jobs." The hitman announced.

"Sir, the patient in question, is old enough to make his own decisions, now. His uncle has no legal rights to him whatsoever..." the Catherine grumbled.

Tony grinned at her audacity. She's a bold lady... he thought.

"Come along, sir..." The second man was saying at the same time.

Their voices disappeared. The elevator bell dinged again. But Tony didn't trust the man he heard arguing with the nurse. And the rental cop was now alone with him, which is something you just don't want to be with this guy.

Quickly and silently he rushed down to the station. "Leave the floor..." He ordered in a harsh whisper.

"But the patients..." one of them argued.

"If you value your lives, leave now. He's only after Jonathan. Everyone else will be fine... now, leave..." He kept his eye on the stairwell door, as he spoke. "Go...use the staff elevator... Hurry..." He went with them, ensuring they all got in safely and was on their way down to the ground floor. 

Slowly, he eased back to the station, peeking around the corner, keeping his back to the wall as he went. The door of the stairwell was closing inertly. He was back on the floor. His senses told him this. And he probably killed the rental cop, with a silencer. Knowing this guy was thorough, he knew he would check every door, in every room, until he found Jonathan.

Sneaking past the room, Jonathan had been in, he rushed to the conference room, closing the door silently. Locking it, he raced to the closet opening it. As soon as he did, he put his hand over the youth's mouth pulling him to his feet. Gathering him up in his arms, he rushed to the door again. 

There, he set him down on his feet, peeking out. The coast was clear, but he didn't trust it. Easing the door closed again, he locked it, leaning his back to the wall beside it. Not long after, someone tried the knob finding it locked. He put his hand to Jonathan's mouth again, just before he would have gasped or squealed. Taking him into his arms, he turned him, keeping the youth's back to him, and his hand over his mouth securely.

In the distance outside the window, he could hear sirens coming down the street. One of the nurses must have called it in. He then caught the sound of heavy footfall, like someone running down the hallway to get away. Still, he waited until he knew the floor was secured.

Jonathan stood there grasping the man's arm tight. He breathed wildly through his nose, trying to stay calm, and as quiet as he could. His fear soared to a height he had not known, since he had first been raped years before. Plus the man's hold on him, was a bit uncomfortable, as he pressed the hand with the revolver against the site of the incision Greg had made.

His mind was a confused mess at the moment. All he could think of, was getting out of that hospital. But then, where would he go? As Tony had said, his uncle would find him, no matter where he hid. Where would he go?

Tony remained there with Jonathan until a uniformed police officer tried the door.

"Anyone there? This is the police." The man on the other side, stated.

Swiftly Tony moved Jonathan into the corner, to his left, ordering him silently, to be still and quiet. The youth nodded vehemently, his eyes full of obvious fear. 

The man returned quickly, to the door only cracking it open. He stood to the left of the door, waiting for the man to enter the room. It was then, he lifted his pistol to the man's head. In the same instant, he had his credentials ready for the man to inspect.

"Hold it there..." He barked quietly. "Don't turn around... Give me your pistol." Tony ordered firmly.

"Sir, I must warn you..." the cop began to say.

"I don't have time for it. Just hand me the weapon." Tony grumbled.

The man started to reach for the revolver.

"Left hand...slowly...." Tony stiffened, pressing the barrel more firmly against the back of his head.

With the left hand, the cop unclipped the holster, pulling out the weapon slowly. Tony took it from him, placing his unfolded wallet sized credentials, in the same hand the cop had pulled the revolver with.

"What's this?" the man looked at it sighing with some relief. "Tony..." he started to turn to face him.

"Aah..." the man quickly placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Tony, it's me, Kevin." The man was urgent.

"Turn around, slowly..." Tony insisted in being cautious.

The man did so, until he faced him completely, his hands half raised in the air.

"Kevin..." Tony handed his weapon back to him, waiting for him to give back his wallet. "How ya doin', man? Is the floor secure?" 

"I can't say just yet... Where's the kid?" he asked.

Tony motioned toward the corner with his head silently.

"Let me check it out..." Kevin reached to his shoulder, talking into the microphone there. "Is the floor secure?" 

A scratchy radio voice came back, stating that all of the rooms had been checked and they could not find the perp.

"He ran off when he heard you guys comin'..." Tony informed Kevin then. "...Probably miles away by now..." he was putting his weapon away, as he spoke. "...Or hangin' 'round outside waiting' for me to bring the kid down." Tony fussed securing his weapon as he spoke.

"I guess you'll have to dig into your little bag o' tricks t'get 'im outta here." Kevin jested, though he was serious.

"Yep..." Tony went to Jonathan, grasping an arm. "I need you to call his doctor. I need a ride..."

"Sure..." the cop moved out of the room with him toward the nurses' station.

Tony ducked into Jonathan's room, where he sat him on the bed. Giving the room a good once over, he moved to the corner near the window grabbing up a briefcase. Going back to the bed, he placed the case beside Jonathan, opening it up. Quickly, he began to disguise Jonathan as an elderly man.

He stuck a mustache and beard on him, with a tacky make-up glue. Then he began to draw smile lines and wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Grabbing the youth's hair, he twisted it pinning the length to the top, and back of his head. He then produced a stringy gray wig that he secured on the youth.

"You have to act old, Jonathan. And don't say anything unless you have to. If you do, remember, you're old." Tony advised.

"Anything you say, sonny..." Jonathan practiced his aged, quivering voice.

Tony chuckled. "That was convincing..." He began to change his appearance with glasses, a light colored mustache, goatee and a blonde wig. Then he packed up his small round mirror, glue and make-up, closing the case.

"You guys ready?" Greg waltzed in hurriedly with a wheelchair.

"Almost..." Tony grabbed the blanket from the bed, wrapping it around Jonathan to disguise him further. "Okay..." he then helped Greg put Jonathan in the chair. "I need a jacket..." Tony stated as they started out.

"My office, in the locker." Greg offered.

Tony raced down the hallway to the office, returning before the elevator had arrived to take them downstairs. He slipped into the sports jacket, just as the bell dinged and the doors opened.

Greg's car was waiting downstairs at the entrance, where they loaded Jonathan into the back seat. Tony got into the passenger seat, as Greg took the chair back inside, leaving it just inside the door to the right out of the way. He rushed back, jumping in behind the steering wheel quickly.

"Take the long way home..." Tony ordered, as the doctor put the car in drive, easing it toward the street. "Keep an eye on your mirrors. Let me know if there's a car followin' ya." He then half turned leaning his back to the door. "Talk to me, Jonathan." he said, as he looked past him through the rear window.




Bigrig Ch. 08



"About what?" he was just before ripping the beard off, it was itching so badly.

"Leave that alone..." Tony reached back grasping his wrist. "Putchyer hand down. It could alert someone to you." He suggested.

Jonathan put his hand down, sitting on both to keep from clawing at the disguise.

"I'll put somethin' on it, when I take it off to relieve that." the man informed him.

Greg made turn after turn, while Tony and Jonathan conversed. It appeared the disguise had worked. Or the hitman had gone back to the uncle's where abouts. 

They finally made it to the apartment unscathed, where they unloaded Jonathan closing all of the drapes, as they went in.

"Please, get this off me..." Jonathan pleaded softly, afraid to say so too loudly.

Tony took him to the bedroom, where he sat him down beginning to peel the imitation facial hair off him briskly. He used a cold cream to remove the remaining glue and make-up, which soothed the youth's irritation almost immediately. Then he applied a salve that would completely relieve the rash that had begun to develop.

"Keep this on that for the next few days. And keep yer hands off the rash." Tony advised.

"Sure..." Jonathan took the tiny tube from him looking up, as the man began to remove his make-up. "Thanks for savin' my life, Tony." He muttered.

"Oh, it ain't over yet, kid..." The man glanced over at him, then went back to the removal process.

"I know... I just thought I should thank you for tonight." Jonathan looked down at the tube he now toyed with in his fingers. "I actually doubted you could pull it off."

"Oh?" Tony half turned to him grinning.

"Yeah...I was wrong." He looked back up at the man seriously.

"It's good to see yer man enough to admit it." The man still grinned at him, then went back to his work...



Bigrig Ch. 09



"How is he?" Greg asked, as Tony came out of the room.

"He's sleeping..." The man made the trek across the floor to the table, where the doctor was sitting.

"I made you some dinner. Sorry I didn't get you anything t'day. It was a rough one." He reasoned apologetically.

"It's fine... I'll get my payback." The man seated himself, grinning at Greg lewdly.

"I'm sure you will..." The doctor watched Tony dig into the meatloaf right away. "Thanks for lookin' after the kid. Bruce told me to tell you he owes you one."

"Hmm..." Tony stopped chewing, to glance up at Greg with another wicked grin. "That sounds promising..." He commented then.

Greg chuckled. "Yer hopeless, Tony."

"I know... Tell me somethin' I don't know already." The man went back to his meal.

"I've been waitin' for this night for years it seems." Greg admitted.

"Now that, I didn't know. It does seem that long." Tony jested.

"Yes, it does... I miss you, Tony..." He lifted his glass of water to his lips.

"Well, baby, let's go for it..." The man put his fork down lifting the napkin from his lap.

"No, Tony... You eat first..." Greg pointed at the plate of food.

"Have it yer way..." Tony shrugged, replacing the napkin beginning to eat again.

"I am..." the doctor smiled wryly.

"Now, that is a look I have never seen from you, Greg." Tony shook his fork at him.

"I know... I'm learnin' though..." The man took another sip of his water.

"I like it. It looks good on you." Tony stabbed a broccoli spear, shoving it into his mouth. "Mmm... This it good, Greg. Thanks..."

"Yer welcome... I'm just sorry I haven't fed you like I should. I just got so busy t'day." 

"And yesterday, the day before..." Tony jest, grinning broadly.

"Oh, shut up..." the doctor grumbled.

"Okay..." Tony lifted the napkin wiping his mouth. He tossed it onto the table beside his plate. "...That does it..." He stood, grabbing the iced tea taking a few swallows. "...I've had enough of your bitchy attitude, doctor."

"Is that so?" the man pushed his chair back from the table, half-laughing.

"Yep..." Tony advanced toward him, grabbing him by the shirt at the collar. He pulled him to his feet, dragging him to the living room promptly.

"Butchya haven't finished yer dinner..." Greg protested lightly.

"You've had me on a fast the past few days, doctor. I'm full already..." He shoved the man onto the sofa, kicking off his shoes. Burying a knee in the cushion beside his hip, he straddled the legs grasping the hair of Greg's head in his fist. With an abrupt jolt, he yanked the man's head back against the overly padded back support.

A gasp escaped the doctor suddenly. "Tony..." he stared up into his face with longing. "Oh, God, you almost did it again."

"Hmm..." The man's face slowly brightened into another wicked smile. "I'm just gettin' started, doc. You'll have plenty of that before I'm through." With that he attacked the man's mouth, raping it harshly with his tongue.

The struggle ensued, as Greg's hands started around his partner. Tony quickly and deftly grabbed the arms, hemming the hands over the man's head, holding the wrists tight in one strong hand. With the other he gripped the lower jaw steadying Greg's head, as he fought him. It quickly slid down to the throat, which he grasped suddenly.

The doctor groaned, giving Tony a short whine immediately after, as if in fear of him. His legs moved attempting to give his assailant, as much fight as he could manage. Yet he was careful not to be too evasive at this point. 

His body belied his desire to be assaulted this way. The sudden surge of arousal that came over him in the very beginning, threatened to force him over the edge right away. But he was able to hold it back for the moment, curious as to what Tony had in mind for him, really.

"I hope you don't value this shirt, doctor." Tony pulled back enough to growl at him.

"I can buy a new one..." Greg returned breathing wildly.

Tony moaned, his face breaking into a renewed smile. Suddenly releasing him, he grasped the shirt in both hands, pulling violently. Without hesitation the material and buttons gave way, tearing the shirt completely open. Greg arched his back toward him giving a brief loud outcry, which was muffled when Tony abruptly took his mouth once more.

Jonathan jerked suddenly, not sure what had awakened him. He could hear moans coming from the living room. It sounded very lecherous and excitable to him. He couldn't help but roll onto his right side and sit up. Standing, he pattered to the door, cracking it open to take a peek. Slowly, he made his way to the stairs until he could fully view the goings on in the living room below.

There, he saw that Tony had the doctor pinned by the throat with one hand, the other was plundering the man's upper body luridly. The fingers were delivering some punishment to a nipple with no mercy, it seemed. And Greg was writhing terribly from its effect. 

He kept trying to touch his attacker, only to have his hands pinned each time they moved from the spot that Tony had placed them harshly. Finally, he used the ruined shirt to tie them at the wrists, forcing them to the position he desired once again. When the hands came up again, a strong slap across the face reminded him not to move them anymore.

"Move them again and I'll hurt you worse than you could ever imagine, doctor." The man growled into his face. He then reached down, unbuckling the doctor's thin leather belt that he now placed around Greg's neck. Feeding the tapered end through the buckle, he pulled it tight, careful not to pinch the flesh.

Jonathan sighed long, as he watched them. His hand migrated to his now swollen and throbbing manhood. He rubbed it with the flat of his hand, as his senses were filled with the scene before him.

"Get those shoes off..." the aggressor ordered gruffly.

Quickly Greg was kicking them off.

"Now..." he used the belt, to jerk Greg forward, forcing him flat of his back on the sofa. "You are about to get fucked, doctor." He had abruptly grabbed the man's lower jaw, coming so close to his face they could kiss. And he gave Greg a soft gentle one on the lips. Then he raised up, violently removing the rest of the doctor's clothing. Forcing his way between the man's legs, he came down atop him harshly. 

Greg bolted, as Tony moved up and down his body, fully clothed. His mouth gaped open. The head was arched back, his chin high in the air.

"You like that, doctor?" Tony seemed to be mocking him. His face was coolly sardonic, along with the sound of his tone.

"Yes, I like that, Tony." The man returned without hesitation. He was already breathing wildly at this point. He stared up at the man expectantly.

Jonathan recalled the reason he had, had the second surgery. He quickly removed his hand from his privates, thinking he might had better return to his room. But the more he wanted to turn around and go back to bed, the longer he stood there, staring at the scene before him.

It seemed that he was frozen in the place where he stood. His eyes were glued to the two men on the sofa. The pounding of his heart was so strong, he thought it might give him away. His breath almost seemed caught in his throat. 

Finally, he sat on the top step of the stairs watching the doctor being ravished by this so-called nurse.

He watched, as Greg became almost insistent upon having the man atop him. His legs sneaked around his waist finally pulling him firmly to him.

"You want this, doctor?" Tony teased cruelly, as he pushed against him abruptly.

"I want it, Tony..." the man inhaled sharply then answered sternly.

"Give it to 'im..." Jonathan blurted out when Tony started to protest.

The two men looked up to see him sitting on the top step his hands grasping the railing like a small child.

"What are you doin' outta bed..." Tony came up off the man starting toward the stairs.

Jonathan couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his pants. It seemed to press its way against the material as if to spear its way out if possible. He grinned as he watched the man climb the stair toward him quickly. When he finally stood over him, Jonathan had a birdseye view of his confined manhood that truly desired to be freed.

Without a word, he took hold of Tony's hips, planting his face right into it seeming to worship it with his face. He rubbed his face over it turning his head this way, then that to feel his strong hardness against his skin.

Tony moaned looking down watching him with a lurid grin. He wasn't surprised by Jonathan's forwardness. And he enjoyed the care with which the kid was doing this. But he knew the moment that Greg would begin to gripe at Jonathan about being out of bed.

"Tony..." the doctor grumbled. "...Take him to bed. And, come right back and finish this."

The man looked down at the doctor with some displeasure. "He's not hurting himself, doc. Chill, man... you'll blow a gasket before long." He teased.

"No, doctor 'don't do that', don't want me to have any fun at all..." Jonathan stood marching off the room on his own.

"I swear, Greg..." Tony shot him a hot look. "...He was fine. Now, you've made 'im feel like he don't belong. He can watch, if he wants. And he can do some things that won't hurt 'im. You need to take a chill pill..." when he finished saying his peace, he followed the youth into the room.

As he entered the room, Jonathan turned away from him right away. He covered his head with the pillow to hide his tears from the man.

"Hey..." Tony sat on the edge of the bed closest to him. His hand gently took hold of the pillow, prying it away from the youth slowly. "...You don't have to hide form me. I know you're crying. And I don't blame you." he almost whispered. "Listen, Greg really cares about you. And he worries you might get hurt. You can't blame him for that."

"I don't..." the youth sniffed. "...But when do I get to take part too? I've been waitin' so long."

"I know... but just a little longer and you'll be gettin' screwed all you like." The man grinned down at him.

"I wasn't doin' anything that would hurt me." He reasoned now.

"I know..." Tony brushed hair from the kid's face. He chuckled a little at the way he complained. "I already told Greg about his self. He's just worried it'll lead to somethin' that will hurtchya." 

"He's always tellin' me I can't do this, or can't do that. He thinks he's my mother, or somethin'." Jonathan rolled onto his back looking away from the man.

Tony chuckled again. "Chill, kid...he's looking out for your best interest. And I'll take care of Mr. Bossy. You relax and take a nap for a while. If you're a good boy, I might let you get of taste of me..." he put his hand on his still hardened member rubbing slowly. "...We'll do it when he's at work. And it'll be our secret."

"You will? Honest?" Jonathan perked suddenly. He could hardly wait to get at his mouth on that.

"Yep... but you have to mind me, or the deal's off, kid." He now used it as leverage to keep the kid in check.

"I'll be good... I promise..." the youth's brightened eyes amused the man fully.

Tony chuckled at the way he was acting, almost like a small child at Christmas. "Okay... we'll see... you take a nap. Doc has to go to work in the morning. We'll do what we want then. Butchya gotta go to sleep now, for me." He warned.

"I will..." Jonathan turned onto his right again curling up to sleep. He closed his eyes right away.

Tony chuckled. "Here..." he lifted the pillow standing. Moving his hand beneath the youth's head, he lifted it placing the soft comfort beneath it. "I'm gonna check in on ya in a little while. You'd better be asleep when I do." He warned with a grin, knowing Jonathan would try his best to please him now.

"I will, I promise..." Jonathan nestled his head in the pillow getting comfortable.

Tony went to the door watching Jonathan already attempting to fall asleep. With a grin he moved out into the hallway and down the stairs.

Lowering his head as he went, he couldn't help but admire the kid's tenacity and desire. Yet, it made him also wonder what he had done to effect him so. Perhaps, it was the fact that he had just saved his life. All in all, he knew he would find out soon enough.

"Is 'e okay?" Greg was sitting up on the sofa waiting for him to return.

"Did I tell you, you could sit up?" Tony asked meanly.

"No, but..."

"The kid's fine, now..." he grasped his shoulder forcing him back down where he had been. "...Getchyer ass back where I had you..." his gruff voice hung in the air long.

***** 

"You cut my lip, Tony..." Greg stood before the mirror the next morning, preparing to go to work.

"Just tell 'em you tripped on the stairs or somethin'." Tony grinned.

Greg turned a bit, staring long at him. "They know me better than that, Tony."

"So, I accidentally elbowed you, as I was helpin' Jonathan outta the car." He half-laughed.

"Now, that might work..." Greg chuckled. "It's sore... I owe you a good punch in the mouth, Tony. I'll getchya back too." He warned.

"Go ahead, punk..." Tony started to quote that famous line.

"Shut up..." the doctor laughed fully then.

"You'd better get goin'... traffic's gonna get hairy in a few more minutes." He curled his arm under his head.

"You like bossin' me around, don'tchya?" the man turned to him fully, grinning.

"Well, Bruce ain't here to take care of ya. Somebody's gotta do it." He sat up in bed, as the man approached.

"I feel like yer rushin' me off to work for some reason." Greg stood over him with his hands on his hips.

"Maybe I am... maybe I'm not..." the man's grin was infectious.

"You'd best be on yer guard, Tony. If Jonathan gets hurt, I'll know why." The doctor warned.

"You let me worry about the kid. You just take care of yerself. Watch yer mirrors. If you feel someone might be followin' ya, take the long way home. And call me... I can send ya some help in two shakes..." the man chided seriously.

"I wish I could just stay home, but I promised I'd finish out the week since yer watching the kid." The man grumbled somewhat, as he started out the door of the bedroom.

Tony stood, looking over at Jonathan who stirred gently. Unconcerned about his nudity, he followed the doctor out of the room. As he came down the stairs, he noticed Greg peering out a window, through the curtain.

"Get away from the window, Greg. That's a big gimme. If they're watchin' they know where you live now. And they know you have the kid." Tony chided gently, but urgently.

"Okay... sorry..." Greg quickly came away from the window turning to see Tony in the complete buff. "Hmm..." a wry grin slowly played across his lips. You are such a beautiful man, Tony. He thought. "...You know yer advertisin'." He admonished playfully.

"Good... give ya somethin' to look forward to on the way home." The man continued on his way toward him. "Oh, I'll have dinner waitin' for ya, too. Unlike you, I will treatchya right."

"Would you quit it already? I'm sorry I forgot to feedya, okay?" Greg chuckled, as he spoke.

"Betchya won't forget the next time." Tony quipped.

"I might... just to piss you off..." the doctor laughed lightly again.

Tony took him abruptly into his arms. "Then, I'll just give ya some more of last night to remind you that I don't live off air alone."

"You could just remind me next time." Greg quipped now.

"But that's not as much fun, doctor." The man's face came slowly toward his.

"I see yer point..." he muttered just as Tony's lips met with his.

"I'd like to give ya somethin' to dream of today, while ya work. Maybe you'll get home quicker, if you can get away with it." The man teased, then shoved his tongue deep into his mouth.

Greg melted against his naked body. Slipping his arms around him, he reveled in the feel of the contrast of Tony being naked, while he was fully clothed. Right away, he was so tempted to call in sick. But he did have a couple patients that he really needed to see this morning, before he even thought of coming home again.

Maybe the administrator would have some mercy on him, if he begged on his hands and knees. Perhaps, if he offered him a blowjob, he would allow him to cut out of work later that morning, instead of the twelve-hour shift he would normally work. 

But then again, he just might loose his fabulous job at the hospital. What a traumatic experience, that would be. But, if he just asked, the worse thing the man could do, is say 'no'...

"Tony..." he pulled back only enough to say. "...I gotta go, or I'll stay here and get fired."

"No one's keepin' ya..." the man teased, dramatically lifting his hands away from the doctor, holding them out from his sides. He let them drop as the man grimaced noticeably.

Groaning, the doctor turned, putting his hand on the doorknob. "You're so mean to me, Tony. I could almost hate you..."

The nurse chuckled. "Butchya love me, Greg. You know it."

Another groan came from the man, as he pulled the door open disappearing into the dark of the early morning. 

Tony stood there for a long moment, with that lewd grin on his lips. He knew he had the doctor locked in the palm of his hand. There was an irresistible pull between them, which neither of them wanted to sever. 

They each gave the other what he wanted deeply. It wasn't like they were taking advantage of each other. Or, maybe they were, and mutually agreed to do so. 

Still, he had cared for Greg for so many years. He just couldn't deny it. He loved that man. And he loved the great sex they had together. It just happened so scarcely, that he would often forget what it was like before the next time they got together.

He turned, letting his head drift downward, as he started for the stairs. His only hope was that he was safe going to work. Wishing he could be there with him, he new he couldn't be in two places at once. But he could have someone else watch over Greg for him, while he babysat the kid.

Bounding up the stairs, he rushed into the bedroom picking up the phone. Ben answered right away.

"Ben, Greg's off to work alone... can someone tail 'im, just to be sure he makes it okay?" He seemed to almost beg. The short pause brought a sigh of relief. "Thanks, I owe ya one." Another pause came. "He's good... he's resting right now. I ain't seen anyone yet, but when I do--" it seemed his comment was interrupted. "Okay... but I checked it to be sure. It couldn't be tapped." He argued gently. "Okay... if you want to do it, that's fine. I won't argue with that." he chuckled then.

"Tony..." Jonathan muttered. "I gotta pee... I can't get up."

"Shit... can I call ya back, Ben?" he quickly turned, looking over at he kid. "...Yeah, I gotta little emergency here." He paused again. "Okay... just call me and let me know. You got this number, right?" another pause. "Okay... bye..." he abruptly hung up, rushing to the youth.

Lifting him easily, he carried him to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet.

"Why can't I move on my own, Tony?" Jonathan asked with obvious worry in his voice.

"You just had surgery yesterday, kid... it's normal, okay." The man went to the door to give him some privacy.

"Don't go, Tony... please?" the youth begged, leaning forward a bit. 

"Okay... I'm here, Jonathan... What give's man?" he asked seriously.

"I don't feel safe alone. I'm scared, okay. And if I can't get around on my own, what am I sposed to do, if somethin' happens and yer not here?" his eyes glistened with moisture, as he gazed long at him.

"Hey... I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to ya, kid." The man came toward him going to a knee as he spoke.

"I know you'll do yer best... but Uncle James ain't no rookie either..." a single tear slipped down his face splashing on the floor between them.

"You let me worry about yer mean ol' uncle, Jonathan. I promise ya, I gotta round with his name on it, just waitin' to introduce itself to 'im. And anyway, I ain't in no hurry to go to my grave anytime soon. I got you, Greg and Bruce to take care of."




Bigrig Ch. 09



"I can't wait for this to all be over with, so I can finally relax." Jonathan admitted.

Tony grinned instantly. "I know... and it will be soon. Just hang in there for me, okay?" he mussed his hair. "You done? Wanna soak in the tub for a bit? It'll help relieve the stiffness some. And, I'll getchya some ibuprofen while ya soak." He offered.

*****

A couple hours later, Greg came through the door while, Tony was preparing a supplement breakfast for Jonathan.

"Hey, yer home early. Doug letchya go?" Tony asked, seeing the pleasant grin on his face. "Yeah, Ben called and gave 'im what for, about me being in danger of gettin' caught by Jonathan's uncle, goin' to and from work. He told me to take my ass home and not come back until this blows over."

"Well, damn... I didn't mean for Ben to do that. I only asked 'im to have ya tailed, to be sure you made it okay." Tony volunteered.

"I wouldn't look the gift horse in the mouth, Tony. I'm kinda glad Ben did. I didn't want to go this mornin' anyway." He confessed. "And I see you finally put some clothes on." Greg quipped.

Tony chuckled. "That kiss musta really got to ya."

"Don't be so high on yerself, Tony. I'm worried about Jonathan too." Greg went toward the stairs.

"He's sleeping, so... don't wake 'im up. He was a little down this mornin'." He informed the doctor.

"He was?" the man seemed not surprised at all. "Yeah... could be post-op blues."

"Probably..." he turned going upstairs to get comfortable.

Greg entered the room looking over at the youth that was sound asleep. That familiar compassion flooded his very being once more. It was the very compassion that drove him into his profession. And when he realized why he would so often experience it, as he was growing up, he quickly fell into the study of medicine easily.

Removing his shoes, he went to the bed sitting on the edge nearest, Jonathan. He stretched out on the bed, coming up onto his side. Molding his body to the youth, he planted a soft kiss on the gentle curve of his ear.

"Greg, you okay?" Jonathan muttered softly.

"Yeah..." the doctor moved so that he could lean back against him fully. It was then that Jonathan looked into the man's face. "...You didn't go to work?"

"I did, but Doug sent me home again. It seems he and Ben agree that me being away from you is dangerous." The man explained.

"Who's Doug and Ben?"

"Doug's my boss... Ben is Tony's..." 

Jonathan stared blankly at him. "If you both work at the hospital, why does Tony have a different boss than you?"

"It's a long story, Jonathan. And Tony needs to be the one to explain that, not me." The man informed him seriously.

"But he keeps puttin' me off about it."

"So, maybe he thinks you don't need to know."

"Why? I already know he's a cop. The fact that he has nursing skills is a little puzzling, but..."

"But Tony needs to explain it to you, Jonathan. Once he does, you'll understand."

"He's a body guard, ain't he?"

"I told you that Tony needs to be the one to explain it to you." he lightly tapped the tip of the youth's nose grinning at him gently.

The door opened. Tony walked through with a tray that he brought to the bed. "I made us breakfast." He beamed, as he approached.

He set the tray on the nightstand bringing a cup of coffee to Greg. "I did it just like you like it, lover boy." The man grinned at the doctor broadly.

"Thanks, Tony..." Greg smiled up at him.

"You get your liquid brew..." the man looked to Jonathan with some amusement. 

Going back to the tray, he lifted the cup taking it to the youth. "There ya go... vitamins, A; B; C; D; XYZ..." 

Jonathan giggled. "Thanks, Tony." He looked into the cup studying the dark liquid thoroughly. "What is it, really?"

"It's a chocolate supplement drink." Greg volunteered.

"This is all I get?" Jonathan looked over at the man.

"I promise, you'll be full when you finish it. Four ounces at a time is all you can handle right now." The doctor explained. "Drink up, before it gets cold..." the man admonished.

Jonathan half laughed. He looked into the small cup again bringing it to his lips. It was warm, thick, and very chocolaty. Quickly he was drinking it down.

"You like?" Tony asked as he set the tray across Greg's lap.

"It's okay..." Jonathan nodded licking the film from his upper lip.

"Good, you want vanilla, or strawberry for brunch?" Tony asked then.

"It don't matter... surprise me." Jonathan shrugged. "Okay..."

Tony suddenly froze. He stood straight looking to the door. Rushing to the nightstand on the far side of the bed, he ripped the drawer open pulling out his revolver. 

Silently he looked to Greg, as he moved quickly to the door. With a single hand, he motioned for the doctor to secure the kid, as they had discussed the night before.

Greg snatched the cup from Jonathan's hand setting it and the tray, silently on the nightstand. Lifting the youth in his arms, he rushed with him toward the closet. 

Once they were concealed, Tony inertly cracked open the door peeking both ways down the hall. He slipped out of the room moving deftly toward the stairs. 



Bigrig Ch. 10



"Tony...." Bruce called from downstairs, as he wandered around looking for everyone.

"Damn it, Bruce..." Tony fussed, as relief came over him suddenly. He watched the handsome man he had not seen in a couple years, come bounding up the stairs with purpose.

"Where's Jonathan and Greg?" the man demanded, his eyes were filled with obvious concern.

"What? No good mornin' kiss, or thanks for savin' Jonathan's life? Just, where's Jonathan and Greg?" he mocked him at the last.

"You can get smart with Greg all you like..." Bruce barked, as he suddenly grasped the man's lower jaw in his steely hand, forcing him abruptly back against the wall. "...It won't work with me, Tony. Now where are they?" he growled in his face.

"In the closet, hiding..." the man answered right away motioning toward the bedroom with the hand that clenched his weapon. His resignation to this man might raise so many questions in the minds of his fellow 'guardians', but they were not here at the moment, now were they?

A smile played slowly across Bruce's lips. "That's more like it..." he lightly patted his cheek. "Good boy..." he then leaned into Tony ravishing the man's mouth forcefully. The hand moved down, gripping his throat tight, artfully bringing the man to a quick and sudden arousal. As abruptly as he began, he pulled away.

"You're not fair, Bruce...." Tony followed him into the bedroom.

"Nope, I'm not... especially knowing you like it that way." He moved to the closet opening the door. "Greg..." he called. 

Standing there, he watched the doctor move from the far corner carrying Jonathan in his arms. 

"Jonathan..." he took the burden from the doctor's arms. "How are you, baby..." the man carried him to the bed placing him there gently.

"Bruce..." the youth squealed, threw his arms around the man, hugging him long as soon as he was in the safety of his strong arms.

"I'm here, baby..." Bruce held onto him stroking the kid's hair lightly, as he sat on the edge of the bed cuddling him for the moment. "I heard one of 'em came after you. I was worried sick all the way back." His words were muffled in Jonathan's hair.

"I was so scare..." Jonathan pulled back admitting.

"I know... but I also hear that Tony really handled it very well." Bruce looked over at the man he spoke of. "Thank you, Tony..." he nodded at him singularly.

"You're welcome...." The man stuffed his hands in his pockets grinning broadly.

Bruce then noticed the cut on Greg's lip. "What happened to you?"

Instantly the two men began to shift and fidget.

"Tony also handled the doctor very well last night." Jonathan quipped with a lurid grin.

"Tony?" Bruce's eyes cut to him though his head did not move.

"Well...." He turned sideways acting a little boyish now. "I didn't mean to cut his lip. It was an accident." 

"I've told you two that I don't like that. You can beat each other up all you like, but with no injuries. You're a very strong man, Tony. You have to be more careful." He admonished.

"I know... I just forget my strength sometimes... you know." He ventured to actually look up at the man then.

"Yes, which means you have to take more care, and make a conscious effort to not injure your partner. I'm really scared to death to even turn you loose on Jonathan alone. What if you hurt 'im?" he reasoned.

Tony nodded. "I understand..." 

"And Greg... you have to be more vocal. You never tell anyone what you truly feel. I detest that..."

"So, do I..." Tony now turned facing the doctor.

"Alright, then... fine... I don't like it when you tease me before I go to work Tony. I mean... it's a sweet gesture, and I know you mean well... but I'm worthless the rest of the day. I can't focus... I make mistakes... and I have lives I'm responsible for.

"Like today... you prance downstairs naked, which I loved, by the way... then you take me in your arms like you did and kiss me so good... I get to work, and I have forms to fill out... I forgot my pen in my office... I go to a patient consultation and forget my notepad... and while I'm filling out her forms, I look up thinking, and you pop into my head. Then I go off into some fantasy about you and drop my pen on the floor. I can't work like that, Tony. I'd rather you just didn't... not before I go to work. Now... while I'm home, after work is great. But not before, please."

"Okay... sorry..." he grinned looking down again. "Did you really mean what you said? Do you really want to hate me?"

"No, Tony... don't be obtuse... I just didn't want to go to work. You did that shit expecting me to go about my merry way and be happy about it. Well, I'm not. I wanted to stay and get some more." He confessed.

Tony laughed then.

"It sounds to me like you two need to go for it this mornin'. Jonathan and I will watch." Bruce looked over at Jonathan who had perked at the idea.

Greg was tempted to protest about Jonathan watching anything sexual, then closed his mouth right away seeing the hot look on Tony's face.

"Do we have any coffee made?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah..." Tony became animate suddenly. "I'll go get it..." he started for the door.

"Tony, I'm hungry." Jonathan fussed softly then.

"Good, boy..." the man pointed at him with a broad grin. "That's what I like to hear. Be right back with your breakfast." He then disappeared into the hallway.

"How'd you get here?" Greg asked moving toward him slowly.

"I took a cab. The truck's at the yard." He stood closing the gap between them quickly, after setting Jonathan aside on the edge of the bed. Taking him into his arms he hugged him long then gave him a lengthy gentle kiss.

"You'll join us, won't you?" Greg asked almost completely aroused now.

"Sure, but I'd just like to watch you two make out, first. Been a while." He grinned at him.

Tony returned with another tray. On it he had a warmer with a pot of coffee on it, cups, sugar and half-n-half, and a fresh cup of the supplement drink for Jonathan. He went to the small round table setting everything on it. Plugging in the warmer, he then picked up the small cup bringing it to Jonathan.

"There ya go..." he placed it in the youth's hands.

"You know, I'd really like to see you two do some touchy feely stuff." Bruce commented then.

"Ooh, I'd love that from you, Tony." Greg perked. "We never do that, you know?"

"Sure, Greg... I can manage that... be right back. You strip and get comfy. I won't be long." Tony's expression suggested something very different was about to take place. It made Greg wonder just what he had in mind.

"Okay..." he turned to Bruce who was grinning lewdly as Tony disappeared out into the hallway. "I'm scared now..." the doctor jested.

Bruce chuckled. "From the expression on his face, I believe I would be too."

"And there's no tellin' what the hell he's about to do." He slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm almost glad I'm not you right now." Bruce teased.

"Is he that bad?" Jonathan asked seriously.

"Yes..." the two men instantly answered in unison.

Jonathan coiled at the response he had gotten. But it brought a smile to his face. "It's probly somethin' simple. You guys worry too much." He chided playfully.

"Hey, when you've been around him as we have, you'll know why, okay?" Greg half laughed as he spoke.

"I guess I don't get it. You guys act like you love each other so much. But then you're scared of Tony?" the youth shook his head showing his ignorance on the matter.

"It's not that we're scared of him. It's that we've had some pretty strange, but very erotic, moments with him." Bruce explained.

"Oh..." Jonathan's head came up further. "...So, he's kinky..."

"Yes..." the two answered in unison again.

Jonathan laughed aloud now. He instantly grabbed his belly leaning forward. "That hurts..." he groaned softly.

"Be careful, Jonathan. Please don't make me have to strap you in bed." Greg warned.

"Oh, please do..." the youth grinned fully then.

"Oh, shit..." Bruce turned to Greg giving the man a wink. "We gotta another strange one in the bunch." He laughed then.

"Hey, I ain't strange." The youth protested playfully. "I just know what I like."

"We're just teasin', Jonathan. Please don't be offended. It's okay if you like whips, chains, cuts and bruises. Just some of us, don't." Bruce's smile was infectious.

"Oh, I already figured that one out." Jonathan returned without hesitation. "I just don't want you to get upset if I want Tony to hurt me a little...or a lot."

Bruce turned to him facing him fully. He crossed his arms over his chest studying the youth long as he gathered his thoughts on the matter. His main concern was a major injury to the youth, accidental or not. But at the same time he wanted to allow him the freedom to be who he is.

Jonathan stared back wondering what he was thinking at the moment. From the expression on his face, it appeared he might protest his open comment vehemently. And he didn't want to start world war three...especially with Bruce.

"How 'bout we discuss this later, after I've had a chance to think about it." The man finally requested.

"Sure..." Jonathan shrugged. "But I promise you, that anything Tony might do to me, is nothing compared to what I've already been through."

"Involuntarily at that..." Bruce added to his last comment pointing a stern finger at him.

"True..." the youth nodded. "But I also have some, what you might believe, strange fetishes of my own."

"Baby..." the man stepped to him going down on a knee before him. "I just don't want to see you get hurt. That's all..." his expression and the pure emotion that exuded from the man's eyes, was almost startling to Jonathan. He had only seen a look like that from one other person in his entire life. Recognizing it for what it truly was, made him throw his arms around the man. His eyes welled as he hugged him. It seemed his heart would burst with the realization that washed over him now.

"Now, you believe me, don't you?" Bruce whispered into his ear.

Jonathan nodded not able to speak for the lump in his throat that threatened to strangle him.

"I told you that I love you, Jonathan. And I meant that."

The youth nodded again.

"Will you two stop it!" Greg fussed wiping his eyes with the back of a hand.

Bruce chuckled. "Come on..." he stood, being released by the youth, picked up the small cup finding it empty. "Are you hungry?" he asked following the youth to the table, then watched him sit in a chair.

"No..." Jonathan shook his head gently.

"Well, you just let someone know when you do get hungry." Bruce admonished gently.

"I will..." the youth grinned up at him.

"Hop up..." the man waved a hand at him.

Jonathan stood, slowly moving as Bruce parked in the chair the kid had been sitting in. He gently grasped the youth's hips leading him back and down onto his lap. Urging him to turn sideways, he pressed the youth's head to his shoulder cradling him like a small child.

"You'd better jump to it before Tony gets back." He warned, as he looked up at the doctor.

"Oh... yeah..." Greg slipped his shirt off going to the closet where he hung it on a hanger. Sliding his slacks off he hung them as well. Then he turned moving to the bed where he waited for Tony to return.

"I wonder what's takin' 'im so long?" he muttered softly.

"He's planning his attack." Bruce teased.

Greg laughed. "Yeah, right... he's probably rumagin' up anything he can find to torment me with."

"And that's why I'm glad it's not me." Bruce remarked.

"I appreciate your concern, Bruce." Greg eyed him with some sarcasm.

"Your welcome..." the man returned with a short laugh.

Tony barged in with a medium sized serving bowl full of ice cubes. The larger ones filled the bowl for the most part while the smaller ice cubes were stacked atop them. On his face was a highly expectant grin. His gate was purposeful as he approached the nightstand near Greg.

"What's that for?" the man asked, propping himself on his elbows.

"You'll see..." was all Tony said.

"Oh, my God..." Greg gave Bruce a 'help me' look from where he rested.

Bruce's eyebrows raised as if to ask, 'what do ya want me to do about it?' 

"You got me into this..." Greg quipped.

"Yes..." Bruce nodded with a large grin. "I did."

"I promise, you'll love it, Greg." Tony came up beside the man removing only his shoes before he did. He knew how the doctor liked to undress his partners himself. So, he remained fully clothed to give him that pleasure, once he was finished with Greg.

Maneuvering himself half atop the man, he stared deeply into his face. His eyes flickered over it as if to search it for some hidden secret. A hand came up slowly, gently grazing the flesh of his cheek with a knuckle. Languidly his face came closer to the doctor's.

Lightly brushing his lips with this own, he sneaked out his tongue gently teasing the upper, with the tip. He felt Greg shudder from its effect. Grinning instantly, he pulled back a bit.

"You like that?" he asked to be sure, feeling somewhat out of character in doing things this way. Everyone in the room faintly heard his voice.

"It's nice, Tony." Greg gently smiled up at him. "Don't stop now..." he urged when the man just stared at him for a moment.

Tony leaned closer once more. Only now he sealed their lips slowly exploring the doctor's mouth. Greg's arms came around him pulling him closer. Tony maneuvered his arms around the man becoming locked in a long passionate, slow, but gentle kiss.

Neither of them had experienced each other in this way. Most of their dealings with the other were the role-play they liked so much. Tony was often a cruel Master that was very harsh and heavy-handed with him. But that was how Greg liked for him to be. This that they now engaged in was completely different for them both. But it seemed as the kiss escalated quickly, that they had longed for it more than they had realized.

Tony shifted upward, as they still kissed, forcing Greg to follow him a bit. Gently he slipped his knee between the doctor's thighs coming to rest atop him. He cradled the man's head in both hands deepening the kiss even more. 

With Greg's arms still curled around him, one moved straight to his hair beginning to pull the elastic ties out one at a time. When the task was completed he moved his fingers into the long thick mane, reveling in the feel of it, that he so rarely had the opportunity to do. His other arm encircled his stalwart partner's back pulling him as close to his body as possible.

 *****

Meanwhile, Jonathan sat in Bruce's lap watching the display of passion with the man. He couldn't help the strong sensations that he derived from it. The desire to begin to tempt Bruce became most distracting to him. 

He struggled with it for some time before he began to gently nip at the man's throat. Bruce breathed in long pulling back to look into his face.

"You sure you're up to this?" he whispered softly.

Jonathan grinned luridly. "I can stop, if I think I can't." he replied in like manner.

"If you don't, I'll be very upset with you. I don't want you to hurt yourself." He breathed into his ear softly.

"I will, I promise." The youth stared into his face hopefully.

Bruce gazed long into his lovely face, knowing he wanted some interaction with the youth. He had restrained himself for Jonathan's sake. Some because of the lack of interest the youth had, had prior. But then, he held back only because he wanted the kid to come to him when he was ready, and the fact that he had only just had surgery. It seemed he was now. He smiled gently.

Leaning closer, he lightly pressed his lips to Jonathan's. Automatically the youth opened to him. Easing his tongue past his lips he slowly explored the youth's mouth. He had almost forgotten, what Jonathan's kiss tasted like. And he moaned now, as the sweetness of it flooded his very being.

Jonathan hooked an arm around his neck, suddenly deepening the kiss. It almost seemed he would ravish the man's mouth thoroughly. His fervor was most profound. The desire he now unleashed on the man was wild and untamed at best.

Cradling the back of Jonathan's head with a hand, he trapped his constant motion forcing him to remain stationary. Instantly, the youth drove his tongue deeper coming short of plunging it down his throat.

This was no ordinary passion that Jonathan was displaying. This was desperation. And Bruce's mind began to think of ways to sate it before it got too far out of hand. But everything he thought of, seemed to lead to the same end. And that end could not be at the moment, due to the youth's condition.

He pulled back abruptly forcing Jonathan's head on his shoulder.

"Bruce?" Jonathan leaned into his neck nibbling some more.

"No, Jonathan..." he answered gently. "We have to wait until your better." His gentle whisper washed over the youth's ear.

"But I can go down on you..." he insisted.

The man sighed heavily. "And what about you? That wouldn't be fair to you."

"I don't care. I want to..." he almost gave voice to his emphatic comment.

Bruce stared long at him again. The memory of the last one he gave in Cartersville, the day he picked him up, flooded his mind and senses. He hadn't had a good blowjob like that in months when it took place. 

His lips parted as the visions and sensations it brought him then, all but beat down on his mind and body relentlessly. Tiny beads of perspiration form over his upper lip. The battle within his very soul had long begun, as they had begun to kiss.

He felt he could be selfish, and turned the kid loose on him. But what if he hurt himself doing so? And how would he live with himself if he allowed it and Jonathan ended up, right back in the hospital, again. But then, it might break his heart if he said 'no' again. And he had said that he wanted to.

"If you can without hurting yourself, fine. But when you're better, I owe you one." He pledged.

 *****

Tony reached over stuffing one of the smaller cubes into his mouth. He then bent down beginning to move slowly down the doctor's throat. Planting kisses along his warm tender flesh, his tongue sneaked out teasing it with a sudden chill.

Gasping, Greg arched his head back as sensation flooding him instantly. Every pour in his body stippled at the effect. Hearing Tony's almost sadistic chuckle made him know he was in for a very memorable experience. 

Easing further down over Greg's throat, he slowly tormented his senses as he went. Moving out over a shoulder, he started downward again. Each kiss he planted was followed by the increasing cold of his tongue. Here and there, he would push the piece of ice between his teeth where he clinched it tight. Using it to substitute for his tongue, he would glaze the area he had only just kissed with it.

Greg gasped each time he did this, trying to shrink away from because of the cold. Yet, he tried desperately to move closer to him with expectation and urgency. Intense waves of tingling pummeled his body over and again. And by the time Tony had only gotten to just one nipple, Greg was beside himself already.

It was everything Tony could do not to laugh at the effective stimulation he was offering his dear sweet doctor. He was deriving so much pleasure from the responses he was experiencing from Greg. The continuous thrill showered him with so much expectancy. And little did Greg truly know that he had only just begun, really.

"Tony, please..." Greg moaned to him feeling he would burst already.

The man only chuckled moving onto his next adventure with him.

"God, you're so mean..." the man gasped again.

"Mm. Hm." Was all that he said. And he loved to hear him beg. It just thrilled him even more.

Planting a warm gentle kiss on the apex of the nipple he pushed the piece of ice down clenching it between his teeth. Using it instead of his tongue he began to move around the areola slowly. Each pass he made brought the ice closer to its goal. As it came closer, it brushed the rigid flesh that so firmly stood at attention. And once he had reached it, he drew the ice back into his mouth taking the nipple between his now cold lips.




Bigrig Ch. 10



Greg squirmed, clutching Tony's biceps strongly. The contrast of the ice was terribly tormenting for him. Some of the edges were almost sharp, causing a slight amount of pain. But the continuous cold was producing a most distinct twinge of an ache. 

When Tony finally took the nipple between his lips, it seemed to almost throb with delight at the relief it produce. And yet, still cold, another wave of sensation washed over the man relentlessly.

Knowing Tony would not stop, there was no use in pleading with him to take him. But he almost couldn't bare it any longer. He pressed his lower body against his torturous partner urgently. The instant he did, Tony lifted his hips away.

"Please, Tony..." he pleaded, finding he couldn't help himself. 

Another chuckle washed cruelly over the man. Reaching to the nightstand Tony shoved another piece of ice into his mouth. He stared down into Greg's face with a most satisfying grin. 

"You're lovin' this, aren'tchya?" Greg quipped.

Tony nodded emphatically sucking on the ice to melt it down a bit.

"You ain't right, man..." Greg protested with a smile.

Tony shook his head agreeing with him fully, almost laughing about the fact. He bent down once more moving the solid piece of ice over the very tip of the nipple he had been tormenting.

Gasping, Greg abruptly tightened his hold on Tony's arms once more. His fingers bit into his flesh causing him to moan with the feel of the doctor's grip. Still, he had to keep his mind on what he was doing to keep from going into the old familiar mode they were used to.

His member was throbbing, which made it all the more difficult for him. He couldn't help but want to just plunge into the man and surrender to both their desires. But he had started this, so now, he would maintain it to the end.

Lifting his face from the man for a moment he received instant relief from Greg's hands. He moved only an inch or so away from the nipple, bending down he planted a chilly kiss to the doctor's chest. Slowly he moved across the breastbone to the opposing side. Finding his awaiting nipple he offered it the same torment as the one before it.

Moving slowly downward now, his lips were cold and unrelenting to Greg. The man's tongue seemed to have become a rigid spear of unyielding frigid cold. His abdomen fluttered the further the man moved down. He sucked it in, in a vain attempt to avoid it.

Tony reached to his mouth with a hand, as he came closer to the navel. Taking out the piece of ice, he laid it on Greg's skin. Holding it firmly there as the doctor bolted with a most audible gasp, he laughed lightly as he slid the piece down the center of his body.

As it moved over his navel he stopped. Pushing the ice into it, he watched Greg writhe with the sensations it offered him. Using his thumb, he shoved it further in. The doctor gave a short cry that washed over everyone in the room with delectation.

Tony quickly moved up over the doctor's body. He invaded the man's mouth somewhat harshly. It wasn't his normal roughness that they were used to. This was mingled with some gentleness. But he couldn't bear not to kiss the man once more. To express the salacious desire he had to yet control the man, and possess him soon.

All the while, he continued to push the ice deep into the man's navel. Relaxing, he allowed it to be force out somewhat before he shoved it back into it again.

"This is what I'm gonna do to ya, doctor..." he whispered close to his face. Then filling his mouth again with his now warming tongue he showered him with a powerfully strong kiss.

Forcing himself to end it, he moved back down over Greg's body. Grabbing another piece of ice along the way, he placed it just below the navel. Moving it down as he went, he made himself comfortable between his thighs. 

He couldn't help but notice the strong erection the doctor now had. A smile played on his lips, as he knew it would soon be offered some relief. But not before he had done what was in his mind to do.

Gingerly, he brushed his now warm lips against the tender flesh of his inner thigh. All the while he brought the new ice cube closer to Greg's pelvis. He was so close to the man's now firm orbs, his senses were filled with the aroma of his musty sex that he loved so much.

Removing the ice just before he would have touched Greg's maleness, he shoved it into his mouth then dove into his sacks wantonly. Taking one in, he almost laughed as Greg pushed his body toward him firmly. At the same moment he gasped giving another short cry. He moved his tongue all around the flesh drawing on it gently before releasing it, only to take in the other.

It didn't seem to matter to the man that the ice was effecting him in such away. He hungered for Tony's attentions even more than before. All he desired now, was some relief from the growing, intense pressure that had built. And how he wanted to feel the man's mouth plunging onto his length, no matter how warm or cold it might be.

After ravishing Greg's sacks, he lifted them gently in a hand. Pushing the ice forward between his teeth, he lightly tormented him from the soft flesh of his orbs to the opening that waited so patiently for him.

Greg fought to maintain. Tony was so close to causing him to loose it, now. Gripping the bedding tight, he could only rest being tortured in such a precarious way. His entire body arched toward the ceiling he thought he would explode before the man was finished.

And just when he thought he might have some reprieve, he felt the ice pressed against his opening.

"Tony, no..." he called to him, but it was too late. The man eased it into him following it with his finger.

"Oh, Tony... please..." he begged again with so much urgency it was almost a shout. "...I can't take it anymore..." Greg declared to him.

"Easy, lover..." the man tried to sooth him a bit. "...I gotchya... just one more..." he proposed.

"No, Tony... please..." Greg called to him.

But the man moved reaching to the nightstand filling his mouth with yet another piece of ice. He used his mouth to tease his sacks once more allowing the ice to become smooth around the edges. When he was satisfied, he again pushed the ice between his teeth. Moving the edge up and down the man's scrotum, he finally pushed it gently into him. Only this time, his chilly tongue moved it further in.

Once it was buried inside him as far as he could manage, he slipped his finger in forcing it even deeper. Propping himself on an elbow, he reached once more for yet another cube. Now, he settled with it between his teeth, moving it in a smooth line from the base, slowly up his length.

Greg became fidgety. His member twitched as he gasped here and there. A constant barrage of quick snatches of air through his clenched teeth gave Tony to know he was more than just close. And finally, as Tony reached the tip, he drew in the ice then moved took in the shaft. 

Instantly, Greg's member jerked. He began to pulse in Tony's mouth strongly. His cries bordered on screams of unrelenting pleasure. Trembling violently he held tight to the rungs of the headboard completely immersed in his climax. 

Tony watched him eagerly. It was all he could do not to unzip his jeans and take the man right then. One of the things he enjoyed so much, that made him hot for his partner, was to watch him in the throws of an orgasm. It would sometimes become so intense for him, that he would forget himself and loose it right then. But he strongly held back knowing, Greg would have his way with him next.

And as surely as he had known it, even as the man's body begun to settle and Tony moved up over him once more, Greg took hold of him rolling with him until he rested beneath him. The doctor straddled his hips clenching the fronts of his shirt in his fist. His expression was one of almost anger.

"You sadistic fucker..." he growled. "...You're mine now..." his threat fell on expectant ears.

"Bring it on, baby..." Tony grinned up at him fully.

 *****

During all of this time, Jonathan moved down Bruce's throat. He pushed the buttons of the shirt through their holes. Nipping at his flesh from time to time, he carefully moved off the man's lap for better access to his body.

Once he had opened the shirt, he pulled the material back exposing the man's upper body to his hungry mouth. His hands greedily wandered over him as he kissed his way over sensitive areas. The fingers lightly toyed with him, often sending waves of sensation through the man. They traced over the definite lines of muscle cords all throughout his upper body.

At the same time, his mouth was delivering a most profound effect upon the man. He opened his lips after planting a gentle kiss to the area. Swiping it lightly with his tongue he closed his lips ending with another light kiss. Or, he would close lightly drawing the flesh into his mouth gently nipping at it, then kissed it softly.

Finding a nipple he toyed with it languidly. Trying not to rush the moment he attempted to settle there. But he so wanted to taste his thick length. The memory of it before had been obscured by the weeks of illness and surgeries.

On his knees between his thighs, he leaned into him as he teased the rigid apex with his tongue. Around and around the areola, he glazed the hardened flesh as it circled it listlessly. Closing his lips around it, he drew on it gently. Then he lightly caught it with his teeth, flicking his tongue over the plateau.

Bruce moaned often, gently stroking the youth's head as he worked. He watched him giving such a laboriously slow treatment. Jonathan seemed to always be so meticulous as he worked. And the man appreciated his efforts. His body was quickly succumbing to the effect of it growing with need between them.

Once both nipples had been given some long needed attention, Jonathan began downward once more. His tongue became the extension of his desire to please. With buoyant kisses he expressed his need to sate the man's aspiration. Even his feathery light fingertips yearned to pleasure him as they played over his taut muscular build.

Once he had ventured to the waistline of his jeans, he tugged at the snap with his teeth. Seeming to have a second thought about it, his face moved down where he nestled it there. With supplication he seemed to wallow in a sort of worshipfulness. He spread his face over the rigid swell hidden beneath the material. Moving it up and down the length, he turned his head starting again.

Feeling it twitch, he centered his lips along the fly. Moving up his teeth grasped the key that would release it all to him, completely. Slowly he worked it down watching as the man's belly fluttered, swelled, and then became excitedly concave once again. 

At reaching the furthest point, the swollen flesh now exposed, he slipped his tongue out moving it upward toward the tip. It seemed all he could do not to rush. His mouth watered with anticipation of feasting upon him. But he held back, slowly gliding his tongue along the flocculent underside to the tip.

There, he pressed his it through the small opening. His head came up. The lips opened wider. And not able to contain his craving any longer, he moved down the shaft to the base. Closing his lips, he pulled back drawing long and hard as he went. He felt Bruce stiffen and moan. The man's hands instantly clasped his head in them.

"God yes, baby..." he sucked air once again, as Jonathan's head moved down the shaft once more. "Damn it... I can't hold it back..." he proclaimed to the youth in almost desperation.

It didn't surprise him that Jonathan chuckled about it. The little twerp just loved to tease. And up until now, it had been all he could stand. Of course, at the moment he could scarcely contain himself. Well, actually, he couldn't contain himself at all. It was just too much... to good... he couldn't stop it.

Now, Jonathan looked up into his face. He watched the man tremble, his body taut with his climax. The sound of his groanings fell on perked ears. The sensations it rendered the youth were acutely invigorating. He reveled in the combination of responses knowing that he had brought them about so tediously.

And he loved the strong pulsing produced as a result of his work. It invaded his mouth swelling sporadically, spewing his juices so that he could barely manage it. The bittersweet taste of him, he received with relish. 

Maintaining his rhythm until the man was spent, he only then released him with a few loving tugs. Then he moved slowly back up to his feet with his help. Being pulled back into his lap, he received his thankful kiss. 

 ***** 

After a moment the two of them settled, their attention was drawn to the scene across the room. 

It didn't take Bruce long to realize Tony was having some difficulty letting go. Sometimes it happened like that. He would become overly stimulated and after a time couldn't get off. Or the pressures and worries of his job would get the better of him, which would lend to some not so easily accomplished orgasms. But he knew how to deal with that little problem.

And it wasn't that Greg was loosing his touch. Tony was just like that at times. The two of them had learned over the years to not take it personal. They just had to be creative from time to time in assisting this minute obstacle. Grasping Jonathan under his arms, he urged him upward. "Hop up, I need to go help Greg for a bit. But I'll be right back." He vowed as the youth stood taking the chair they had been sitting in.

The man moved to the bed shedding his clothes. Draping them over the end, he climbed up to them. Greg was fervently taking in the man's length, feeding him into his mouth hungrily. Bruce leaned over him, whispering into his ear for a moment, before moving up the extent of Tony's body. 

Abruptly, he grasped his hip and shoulder shoving him onto his side. Then he molded himself to the man from behind.

"What's the matter, Tony..." he muttered to him. "Getting too bored? I think I might can help you with that." His taunting overture caught the man's attention instantly.

"What are you up to, Bruce?" he grinned moving his shoulders back to the bed again. Now looking up into his face he could see the mischief written there. 

"I don't think that I gave you any permission to move, Tony..." Bruce's eyes clouded with discontent.

Eyebrows raised, as Tony stared up at him with a glint of amusement. "And just what do you intend to do about it?" he ventured defiantly.

Bruce suddenly gripped his jaw again. His apparent angry face came very close to his. "I really don't think you understood me correctly." 

He growled low. And he could tell his plot was working already, as his lifelong friend's breath quickened immediately. "Now, do I need to force you? Or are you going to do what I say?"

A slow grin played across Tony's lips at the implication. He couldn't help himself. Bruce knew him better than anyone in the room. They had grown up together as best friends, and later lovers. That is until their jobs took them away from each other. 

And Greg had been introduced to Tony after that first night he and Bruce spent together. Bruce thought that maybe Tony could keep him satiated while he was away. But even that didn't seem to pan out as duty continued to keep Tony busy, taking him away to far and distant places that Greg just could not follow him. 

He had his own work that he enjoyed. And that was just the way things were. But they were working on a way to solve everything and bring the three of together once and for all.

Bruce seemed to ignore his pleasant grin reaching to the nightstand. Retracting a larger piece of ice, he held it snug in his hand. Holding it above the man's body, he knew Tony was watching it intently. The ice began to melt, dripping onto his flesh. 

The sudden chill and the effect of the drops beginning to run over his flesh caused his skin to stipple right away. His mouth came open slightly as he watched more slow drops fall from Bruce's hand. And it moved gently targeting the driblets at strategic points over his body.

His nipples erected instantly, becoming very tempting to Bruce. With a smirk, he lowered the hand slowly to Tony's chest. The ice slid between his fingers and thumb in a way that proposed a possible threat. And Tony watched with an intense gaze as the frozen ice met with his warm flesh.

Propped on his elbow, he chuckled as Tony winced sucking in air instantly. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" he teased almost sympathetically.

Tony didn't answer knowing it was of no consequence. He made a small 'O' with his lips, breathing frantically. Bruce maintained the contact of the chill to the man's areola, moving it constantly around the apex. The cube continued to melt pooling cold water that ran over his chest and down his body. that sensation alone was quite stimulating for him.

But once Bruce had tired of tormenting his nipples, he grabbed yet another piece from the bowl. Now he placed it in the center of his chest, moving it down slowly. He watched his friend's responses eagerly as he did. And he thrilled in the effect he was having on the man. But he still had a bit more to give him.

Further the hand moved, pushing the ice down the center of his body. Water began to follow the intricate lines of his muscular tone. It finally passed over his navel where it stopped.

"Hmm...I wonder..." Bruce teased impetuously. 

"That's a big piece of ice to stuff in a small hole." Greg implied coming up for air. He stroked Tony languidly as he did.

"I agree..." Bruce grinned back at the doctor. "I bet Tony would like it though. What do you think?"

"You could give it a try, but I just don't think it'll fit." The doctor chuckled.

"Jonathan, I'm in trouble, babe." Tony called out. 

"Hey, you made your bed..." the youth returned with a light giggle.

"Little twerp... you just wait..." his statement was cut off as Bruce forced the cube into the small orifice. Tony bolted groaning long. He shivered as the man pressed it further in.

"Does it hurt, Tony?" Bruce whispered into his ear. The arm he had been propped on now came around him. His hand grasped him below the jaw, forcing his head back against him. Now Tony's body was forced to follow the hand back to its original position.

Bruce could feel his trembling, and knew that he was effecting him. He rested partially on his back keeping his friend in his clutches, forcing the ice into his navel over and again. His lips maintained their taunting position at Tony's ear.

"Give it up, Tony..." he groaned low. "You can't hold on forever."

The man's only response was his quivering body, and the snatches of air he was grabbing into his lungs. It made for some very stimulating changes in Bruce the longer it went on. And soon the man began to grind his pelvis against his friend's cheeks.

"You feel that..." his breath washed over the man's ear harshly. "You're turning me on, Tony. I love to torment you so. Remember that I told you I'd pay you back someday. You want it?" he loosened his grip on his throat, enough for the man to speak. "I asked you a question, Tony..." his hand jerked his head erratically to get his attention. "You want me to fuck you..."

The ice was beginning to slim down, conforming to the inside of Tony's navel. As it did, he began to relax a bit not seeming as imposed by Bruce as before. When the man realized this, he pushed more firmly forcing it further in. Tony bolted once more groaning this time. His eyes closed as sensation flooded him, moving down into his groin.

"What'll it be, Tony? You want it? Or you want me to just leave you here?" Bruce began to release him as if to get up.

"No, Bruce..." he finally called out pushing back against him hungrily.

"Then you'll answer me when I speak to you..." Bruce returned to their former pose, gripping his throat almost viciously.




Bigrig Ch. 10



"Yes, Bruce... I want it..." he hoarsely forced out.

"That's much better...I'll teach you to be a good boy one day..." the man taunted on his breath. Removing the ice from Tony's navel he hooked his arm under the most accessible thigh. Lifting it, he draped it over his waist and hip. "Now, you stay put. Don't you dare move unless I tell you to." He commanded gruffly.

As he spoke to the man, he handed Greg the piece of ice. With a nod, he silently gave the doctor the ammunition to repay Tony's earlier game. With a broad grin, the doctor began to tease him the same as was done to him. He finally pushed the remainder of the cube into his body. his finger followed it, insuring it was pushed up as far as it would go. when he did, Tony lunged upward groaning again.

"I told you not to move, Tony..." Bruce grumbled with a bit of exasperation in his voice. He immediately reached to the nightstand, again giving Greg another cube to follow the first one with.

With a nodded of approval from him, the doctor eased the cube in carefully. Now, Tony grabbed at air through clenched teeth over and again. He fought to remain stationary all the while it entered his body. Once inside, he relaxed feeling it travel further in with the help of Greg's finger.

"That was much better..." Bruce praised softly.

His free hand traveling over Tony's body lightly. It stopped at certain points that would cause him to shudder, or stiffen. Concentrating on it for a moment, it would soon move on. And when it moved up to his chest, he placed the flat of his hand there. Roaming it lazily, he enjoyed the hard smoothness of Tony's strong definition.

"I just love the way you feel, Tony..." he commented almost inaudibly. "It makes me even harder, just to touch you like this." His lips planted a soft kiss on the gentle curve of the outer ear. "...And I really think it's time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine..." he teased.

"Yes...I've been a very bad boy..." the man commented in return.

"That you have been, and I'm going to punish you for it." He allowed his lips to travel down the man's neck to his shoulder. Halting for a moment, he took in a mouthful of flesh, biting down gradually. Using it as a distraction, he moved himself into position. Slowly, he eased into his friend feeling the ice move further in with him.

He knew Tony wouldn't make a sound until his bite was past the point of pain. And keeping with his own rules, he eased up not wanting to break the skin. Withdrawing from the site, he planted a gentle kiss over the light indentations of his occlusion. And it gave him to know that he hadn't been too forceful with it, just enough to give Tony a bit of a thrill.

He had felt him stiffen from the progressive bite. Listening to his heavy breathing, he was certain he had hit the mark. Looking down, he watched as Greg continued to tease and swallow Tony's manhood as if it might be the last meal he would ever receive.

Keeping Tony's head pressed against his shoulder with the one hand, he moved the free hand up his thigh, over his hip, his side, and to his chest again. Slowly he began to move in him, pushing the cubes deeper into his channel. With his finger and thumb he began to torment his nipples. First the one, then the other.

"Is it good, Tony?" his cheek rested against the side of the man's head as he continued to whisper into his ear. "You like that?"

In answer the man reached back grasping his hips attempting to pull him more firmly against him.

"Oh, you want more?" Bruce kept up with his tauntings keeping their momentum going. "How much more do you want, Tony?" his breath was becoming uneven washing over the man's ear in quick puffs.

"Harder..." the man grunted barely able to say for the grip, Bruce continued to maintain on his throat.

"Does he want it harder..." Bruce chuckled sarcastically.

"Please, Bruce..."

"Hmm...that sounds very good, Tony. But I still don't think you know what you really want." He looked down being distracted for a moment as Greg and Jonathan began to switch. The doctor came up on his knees rubbing his jaws stretching them with a wearied look.

Jonathan rested on his right side grasping Tony's hard length. Slowly he fed it into his greedy little mouth. When he had all of him, not stopping until his lips were pressed to the base, he slowly began to work up and down drawing long and hard on his shaft. 

Grabbing a pillow, the doctor folded it in half giving him something to rest his head on as he worked. He then moved up taking a position filling Tony's mouth with his tongue. "Whatever you do, don't knee the kid..." Bruce muttered into Tony's ear.

The man nodded moaning at the effect of the three of them working him so patiently and insistently. The feel of the youth's mouth was exquisitely stimulating to him. Just the mere thought of Jonathan being there sent waves of sensation through him. And quickly he began to feed him his pride with the subtle motion of his hips.

Bruce watched Jonathan work reverently on the man for a moment. He couldn't help but smile, as the youth pushed his lengthy hair behind his ear and then off his shoulder behind him. All the while he never missed a stroke of his loving ministrations. The hand then migrated to Tony's sacks beginning to massage them gently. It was obvious the youth had been waiting for this moment by the way he so eagerly took on the task.

The sound of Tony's urgent moaning brought him back from his scrutiny of the kid's ardent work. He felt him bucking lightly against him in rhythm with Jonathan.

"Come on, Tony..." he whispered faintly into his ear. "Forget about everything except what you feel. We're all safe at the moment. And you 'need' to get off..."

The man made a different sound now, something like a whimper mixed with a subtle moan. It agreed with everything Bruce had just said.

"Just let it go, baby. We're fine...you did a good job, now take your reward..." Bruce coaxed gently now.

Greg came up for air drawing the man's lip between his teeth.

"Bruce..." Tony groaned sucking air as the doctor bit down. The lip was released quickly then. "...Fuck me, man...just fuck me..." he abruptly shoved his hips back against him hard.

Instantly the man's eyes went down to Jonathan. But it seemed the youth was able to maintain at this point. Gradually he began to move fast... hard. He soon was plunging precariously into the man.

"Come on, Tony..." he groaned as the pressure built in him. And he could tell it was having an effect on his friend as well. Looking down he kept an eye on Jonathan to ensure his safety and comfort all the while. "You like Jonathan latched onto that cock? His young pretty mouth devouring you...so hot...is it good to you?" he whispered to him seductively.

"Oh God, yeah..." the man returned emphatically.

"Give 'im all you got, baby...show 'em how it's done..." Bruce called down to the youth.

It seemed almost instantly that Tony locked every muscle. His body arched hard trembling violently as he let out an abrasive cry.

"Yes, Tony!" Bruce almost laughed. "It's sooo good!" he clamped tight to the man's thigh keeping it at bay. Then hooking his arm under it, he raised it, powerfully shoving into him as his own climax began.



Bigrig Ch. 11



It was several weeks later and it seemed that all of their dangers had passed. But Tony was growing more and more restless as time went by. Bruce would pop in from time to time, just to check on everyone. Each time that he did, he and Tony just could not see eye to eye. And of all the time that Tony and Greg had spent with each other, it appeared that Jonathan was the only one that could calm him down.

"Tony..." Jonathan pressed his body against him that morning just before Greg was to go to work. He slipped his arm around the man distracting him for a moment. "Why don't you and I go upstairs for awhile?" His gentle soft plea washed over the man, who curled an arm around him.

"Go on, Tony..." Bruce tried to calm his own wrath of the moment, as he stood at the table. "...I'll be leaving soon anyway. I've gotta go pick up this load." He grumbled impatiently.

"Bruce, I..." the man attempted to apologize for the umpteenth time.

Bruce held up a hand silencing him right away. "I understand, Tony. You're wound up like a rubber band, friend. I'll be so glad when this is all over, so we can get back to life as usual." He then hugged Greg to him consoling his aching heart of the moment.

"I'm sorry, Greg." Tony muttered, and then allowed Jonathan to lead him away.

In the bedroom, Jonathan led him to the bed. Urging him to sit, he knelt down removing the man's shoes.

"I won't sleep, Jonathan." He argued gently. "I can't."

"You have to, Tony. Sometime, you have to go to sleep." He continued with his labor of love until the second shoe was removed.

"What if something happens?"

"We're fine, Tony. Nothing has happened in weeks." Jonathan insisted.

"That's the point, Jonathan. He's out there, I just know it."

"But we haven't even seen a sign of any of them." The youth stood looking down into his face.

"He's there, Jonathan. Mark my word. He's watching us. He knows where we are."

Jonathan sighed heavily. This was affecting Tony in a very profound way. He wasn't sleeping. He had hardly eaten anything. His temper had escalated to a point of uncontrolled fury. The dark circles under his eyes told the entire story, really.

"Lay back, Tony. Please..." Jonathan placed his hands on his shoulders urging him to lie down. "What if you take some Tylenol PM. Would that help?"

"No drugs, Jonathan. I can't take anything." The man bolted back up again.

"Fine, just lie down, damn it..." Jonathan groaned sternly. "I'll go down and get you some coffee. You just rest for a minute." He moved slowly to the door as he spoke.

"Black, Jonathan. No milk or sugar." The man turned propping on his elbow toward him to say.

"Okay..." he studied the man long, before he moved out into the hallway. Rushing down the stairs, he went past Greg and Bruce to the kitchen.

"What now..." Greg barked at him sensing something was amiss.

"We got any Tylenol PM?" Jonathan asked opening the medicine cabinet.

"Yeah, why?" Greg pried himself from Bruce slowly, stepping into the kitchen with him.

"Help me fix Tony a cup of coffee and dissolve one in it." He proposed.

"You shouldn't do that, Jonathan. What if he's allergic?" Greg fussed.

"He needs to sleep, Greg. That's why he's so pent up." The youth turned to him barking.

"Everyone needs to just settle down. This is ridiculous." Bruce chided.

"This is exactly what Uncle James wants. For all of us to be at each other's throats." The youth suggested. "He's probably hopin' we'll all kill each other, so he won't have to."

Bruce chuckled. "Well, he's doing an excellent job of it."

"I agree..." Greg voiced seriously. "Here, Jonathan..." he gave the youth the bottle of pills. "...But don't give him more than one. These are in capsule form, so you can just break it apart and dissolve it in the coffee."

"Good..." Jonathan snatched it from his hand excitedly, going to the counter near the coffeepot. And quickly he had it ready, the entire contents of the capsule liquefied.

"He'll know, Jonathan..." Greg piped, as the youth started up the stairs.

"Now, why would you say that?" the kid turned to look at him.

"You should take a cup for yourself. And don't get 'em mixed up." Bruce suggested.

"Yeah..." he went back to the kitchen to pour himself a cup. He mixed the half-n-half and sugar in his, considering that was how he liked it. And he would know which was whose. Quickly he went up the stairs feeling he had been gone much too long.

"Here you go..." he grinned sweetly at the man, as he made his way to the bed.

"Oh, you got you some too." Tony smiled.

"Of course..." Jonathan sat on the edge near him.

"Thanks, babe. I appreciate it." Tony sat up taking the cup. He sipped it grimacing a bit. "It's bitter as hell..." he fussed.

"Sorry, I guess I shoulda made a fresh pot." The youth mumbled.

"It's okay. It's the thought that counts." The man smiled taking another sip. "Oooh..." he shuddered visibly. "It bites..."

Jonathan giggled. "You want me to make you a new pot?"

"No, kid. This is fine. It should kick my ass and wake me up some, the way it tastes."

"I hope so..." the youth began to drink his leisurely.

"I'll just drink it down and maybe I'll feel better."

"You do that, and I'll get you a fresh cup after." Jonathan proposed.

The man nodded putting the cup to his lips. He swallowed time and time again until it was gone. "Woooow..." he quivered shaking his head as he did.

Jonathan laughed setting his cup on the nightstand. "I'll go get you another. And I'll even make a fresh pot for ya." He said, as he stood.

"I don't deserve you, Jonathan." The man's eyes filled instantly. "You're such a sweet, sweet boy."

"I try. And yes, you do deserve me." The youth leaned to him planting his lips to the man's. Tony moaned softly opening to him instinctively. Embracing him, he pulled him down with him, engaging him in a full kiss.

"You come right back, Jonathan. I really want to hold you." The man whispered.

"Okay..." the youth returned in like manner just before he pried himself from the man and rushed again, out of the room.

"Did he drink it?" Greg asked softly, as he came quickly down the stairs.

Jonathan nodded not answering for fear Tony might hear.

"Well, I'll be..." Greg half laughed as he spoke. "I can hardly believe that."

Jonathan poured the remainder of the old coffee into the thermal carafe and started a new pot. He washed the cup Tony had drank from and waited for the pot to make.

"I hope he sleeps." Greg commented gently, sitting at the table with Bruce. 

"Me too..." Jonathan almost whispered. "I'm really worried about him. The pressure is really gettin' to him."

"This is why we all have to be patient with him." Bruce added.

"And look whose talkin'." Greg teased.

"I know..." Bruce hung his head, knowing his explosive anger earlier didn't help matters much. "...I just can't stand it when someone talks to you like that, Greg. It pisses me off." He explained.

"I'm fine, Bruce. And he really didn't mean it. I know that. So, you didn't have to get so chaffed." 

"He's tired, he's not eating..." Jonathan fussed a little now.

"What can we do, Jonathan? We can't make him eat, or sleep." Greg commented.

"I know... and I'm gonna take a sandwich up to him. See if I can get him to eat something." He went to the fridge looking for something to make him for breakfast.

"He loves egg sandwiches, Jonathan." Bruce chimed now.

"Really?" the youth stood straight, half turning to say.

"Yes... and make sure the yoke is broken and completely done, or he won't eat it." The man said gently but firmly.

"Okay... Mayo? Mustard?" he asked, as he began to pull the carton of eggs out of the door.

"Light Mayo, more mustard..." the man informed him.

"Okay..." Jonathan began to make the sandwich while the coffee brewed. He soon had it all prepared and was on his way back up to the room.

When he got to the room, Tony was just about to doze off and he wished he had not bothered. The man turned his head looking at him groggily.

"Baby, I feel so tired all of a sudden. Did you put somethin' in my coffee?" he asked almost weakly.

"Tony..." Jonathan chided stopping short. A wave of tingling washed over him instantly. It settled in the pit of his stomach, as he moved cautiously to the nightstand again. "I can't believe you would think I'd do such a thing." He fussed gently. 

And he kept from looking over at the man knowing he didn't lie all that well. "I made you a sandwich. I want you to try to eat it." He sat on the edge, lifting the small plate with the sandwich he had made.

Tony sat up taking it from him. He smiled gently when he saw what it was. "How did ya know?" he asked as he picked it up, then crammed a corner into his mouth.

"A little birdie told me..." Jonathan beamed, watching the man eat hungrily. "...And if I had known, I would've made you one earlier." He added.

"You're so good to me, Jonathan." He mumbled while he chewed the portion in his mouth.

"I love you, Tony. That's all there is to it." The youth informed him now.

Tony stopped dead staring at him for a long moment. His mind was boggled from the drug and his statement. 

"Eat, Tony...please..." the youth pleaded. "I made you some fresh coffee. It should taste much better than the last." 

"Good, cuz that was awful..." the man informed him.

 ***** 

Eight hours later, Jonathan moaned softly in his sleep. He felt the gentle touches down his naked chest and over his abdomen as he wakened. A finger traced the bright pink scar from his surgery. He shuddered from the feel of it giving away the fact that he was awake now.

And as he opened his eyes starting to turn toward the man, his arms were suddenly pinned over his head and a hard body came down atop him. Gasping, he looked up into his face. A slow grin playing on his lips. In all the time they had been home he had not so much as touched him at all, except for a kiss here or there.

"I think it's time I make myself acquainted with you, Jonathan." the man grinned back at him.

"I had thought you had taken a vow until this was over." He teased.

"You thought wrong, kid." The man then attacked his mouth, ravishing it roughly.

Instinctively, Jonathan wrapped his legs around him arching his body against him. He could feel every part of him...hard... muscular...riveted with desire. 

"You drugged me, you little brat..." Tony groaned, as he finally disconnected from his mouth. 

Cocking his head more, he moved down to his throat. Taking in a mouthful of flesh, he bit down, knowing what Jonathan liked. He had the advantage having quizzed him about it in the hospital.

"I had to do somethin', Tony. You needed to sleep." The youth stated then gasped, as the bite grew hotter.

"And what if Jim had come in here, or Maurice? What then?" he moved out over the shoulder doing the same again.

Jonathan breathed wildly becoming instantly aroused by his harsh treatment. He gasped again, as was assailed with pleasure painful.

"Don't break the skin, Tony. Bruce will have a cow." Jonathan groaned.

"Are you worried about that, or you just can't stand the pressure?" Tony jested.

"Fuck you, Tony..." Jonathan growled, and then laughed.

"Ooh..." the man raised up looking into his face. "For someone in your position, you should be careful what you say."

"I can take it, Tony. I just don't know if you can handle Bruce if you piss him off." The youth teased.

"I can handle Bruce. You just enjoy this, or else." He warned.

"Or else, what?" Jonathan grinned up at him, as if to dare him in the least.

Tony chuckled. "I guess yer about to find out, ain'tchya, kid?" with that, he dove for his mouth, raping it once more.

Jonathan lifted his hips toward him, as they kissed. He felt the strong length of him fall into place. Then he slowly began to ease him into his body, not willing to wait any longer.

"You want it that bad?" Tony pulled back just enough to say.

"Yes, Tony..." Jonathan huffed into his face.

He pushed gently into the youth helping him, as he leaned down, taking his mouth once more. And quickly they were riding out a storm of unbridled passion and desire.

The sounds of their heavy breathing mingled with the slapping of their bodies as they met. Filling the room with an abstract chorus. Sweat began to drip off their bodies. Their kiss was purely untamed. In abandon they rode out their aspirations together.  

Tony released his wrists, allowing the youth to surround him in his arms. He lifted him, as he came up on his knees, disconnecting their mouths. Jonathan's hands moved to his shoulders using them as leverage. He pulled himself up allowing his body to almost drop onto him then.

"Easy, baby..." the man panted. "Don't hurtchyerself." He reached around him then, grasping his shoulders from behind. In this way he could control the kid a little and keep him from doing any damage to himself.

Jonathan leaned down planting his lips to Tony's, engaging him in another long, fervent, kiss. He worked pushing himself up with his legs and arms, gliding back down easier now.

"Yeah, baby...that's it..." Tony crooned. "Get it...get it all you want." He spoke between breaths.

Their mouths came together again...Explosive...almost violent. A dueling of their tongues took place in a most audacious way. Their heads turned one way. Then the other. It seemed they snatched at air to fill their lungs. 

Jonathan trembled as he drew near that point he knew he would not return from. And he welcomed it fully, only hoping Tony would go with him. He could feel the man inside him so very hard. But with all the worries he had on his shoulders, it just might not happen for him.

Tony could sense Jonathan's legs were tiring. He was beginning to struggle to maintain. Tossing his arms around him, he drew him close again, dropping slowly onto his back with him. With his knees propped up in the air, he pushed up into his body. The pace escalated. Their heat built. After riding the man, as he rested against him for a time, Jonathan pushed up with his hands on his shoulders. Planting them in his chest, he impaled himself on his hardened shaft.

"C'mon on, Tony..." he panted. "Don't make me come by myself."

"I won't, kid..." the man returned in a like manner. "You just keep doin' whatchyer doin'." 

He arched high, meeting the youth's body. His body taut with the pleasure he felt. The pressure was building at an accelerated pace, almost forcing him to explode. Surging higher, he stared up into the youth's face watching his expressions, knowing he was so close.

"Let it go, babe...Don't wait for me..." he forced out with much effort.

The youth rode him harder than ever before. He groped at air to fill his lungs. His head dropped back, as he felt the man's hand grasp his length confounding his demise. 

Tony stroked him watching the expressions on his face. He reveled in the feel of him surrounding him so completely...so tight. Watching the youth, seeming to be utterly enveloped in the sensations that he felt, his body quickly surged higher. As he did, he began to feel the youth tighten around him. He was there, and he just knew it. 

With sudden surprise, he felt his body being pulled down and they rolled again. Tony came up over him pounding hard into him keeping his lower body pressed against him. 

"Yes, Tony! Fuck me!" the youth shouted. The first wave washed over him. He almost screamed his release to him, in rhythm with the floods that came. His body arched hard toward the man, who was holding him down once more. In oblivion he seemed to convulse time and time again.

The man couldn't stand it anymore, as he watched Jonathan completely inundated. He leaned closer releasing his arms, enveloping him, pulling him closer. Jonathan's arms went around him again. His fingers and nails dug into his flesh. Tony winced, and then sighed long, as it overcame him. 

A strong pulsing deep inside him let him know that Tony had achieved his goal. With it came the repetitious groans that fill the room along with Jonathan's cries. He felt the man quiver uncontrollably. His body jerked from time to time. And quickly his groans gave way to quick snatches through clinched teeth.

Tony plopped down atop the youth, completely sated. It had been a long time, since he had experienced such an explosive round with anyone. And now, as they lie catching their breath, he knew it had been worth the wait. With all the expression he knew how to give, he planted his lips to the youth's in an urgently thankful kiss.

After the kiss broke off, Jonathan dozed. He relished the feel of the man atop him and felt protected in his embrace. But soon, Tony moved, waking him. He watched him get up and start toward the bathroom.

"Where ya going?" Jonathan mumbled, turning onto his side.

"I'm gonna hit the shower, kid. Wanna join me?" he turned to him grinning wryly.

"Sure..." the youth rolled slowly, getting up.

They were dressed and making dinner, when Greg came home from work. He brought in the mail closing to door, while he was going through it curiously.

"Jonathan, you gotta letter." Greg piped, bringing it to him.

The youth looked at Tony with a bit of confusion, as Greg placed it in his hand. Looking at it there was no return address on the envelope that he could see. And it was post marked in Macon. It confounded his bewilderment more.

As he turned the letter over and was about to push his finger beneath the flap, Tony barked startling him so, that he almost dropped it on the floor.

"Don't open it!" 

The youth jumped suddenly. He turned to the man seeing a wild expression on his face.

"Give it to me..." Tony reached for it then. "Nice 'n easy..." he calmed considerably. Slowly Jonathan placed it in his hand.

"Move over there..." he waved with the free hand. Jonathan moved next to Greg watching Tony hold the letter in the flat of his hand. The fingers of the other slowly moved over it seeming to search it for something. They stopped and the man looked up at them. His face beading instantly, with sweat.

"Get out..." he almost whispered, his hands beginning to tremble. "Go..." he barked trying to control his emotions, as the two yet stood glued in their spot.

"Greg, take Jonathan, and get out of here as fast as you can go. Don't stop... don't turn around... just run..." he spoke slowly and gently.

Jonathan watched perspiration begin to roll off the man's face. He had not seen him react this way, at anytime since they had met.

"Greg, please..." the man pleaded now. As he moved toward the table. "Take Jonathan and run, man...NOW!!!" he groaned the last.

"Greg..." Jonathan grasped the man's arm next to him. "Let's go..." he began to pull him to the door.

"But what about Tony?" the man argued then.

"I'll be right behind you..." he slowly began to ease the letter onto the table.

"What is it, Tony?" Greg finally asked.

"Greg, just go... It's a bomb..." he answered softly now.

With post haste, Greg grabbed Jonathan up by the waist. He rushed to the door as fast as he could go. Jerking it open he heard the glass break but didn't stop to inspect it. He set the youth down on his feet urging him along with a hand at the back of his neck. They didn't look back, as they ran hard, sprinting toward the park across the street.

"Run!" they began to shout to everyone they saw. "Bomb!" was added to their cries.

Screams of terror went up. People scattered here and there. Sheer panic flooded the air. As everyone rushed toward safety, Tony came bounding out the front door. 

He eyed a two-year old child, squalling and stomping her feet. Rushing towards her, he grabbed her up in his arms planting her, straddled to his hip. But before he could even get to the road, the percussion of the blast was felt beneath his feet.




Bigrig Ch. 11



Pulling the child around before him, he was thrown down from the wave of the discharge. Debris fell all around them, as he curled his body over her to protect her. 

Something struck him hard in the back, expelling all of his air. He struggled to breathe fighting the blackness that now swirled around him; in fear he might suffocate her with his weight.

And once the cloud began to settle and people began to calm. Greg rushed to him placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Tony..." he called urgently.

"Take the baby, Greg. I can't..." he wheezed, collapsing atop her, and then quickly pushing up to keep from hurting her.

Greg took her under the arms pulling her free of the man. Tony crashed to the ground, gasping for his breath.

"Are you alright?" Greg could see he was injured but couldn't tell where or how.

"Where is Jonathan?" the man groaned barely audible. "Take my weapon... secure him."

"Tony, I don't like guns..." Greg fussed vehemently.

"Take the damn thing..." Tony reached for his harness taking out his piece. "Secure the kid...NOW, Greg!!!" he barked as best he could.

Greg took the pistol in his hand standing. He looked around for the youth. Not finding him anywhere in the sea of faces.

"Go..." Tony called out to him urgently. Knowing he stood nearby.

Greg caught a glimpse of a dark sedan. The rear passenger door was slamming shut. He raced across the plush green lawn toward it, raising the pistol in his hand. Squeezing off a round at it, he cried out, startled by the sound. But he continued to run, as fast as he could, quickly gaining on the car.

Another shot, he aimed at the front tire. Blowing it all to hell. The rubber seemed to disintegrate as the rim continued to turn. The rest of the tire that was still attached appeared to flop to the side, almost off the wheel. 

Greg then rushed on the rear passenger side, jerking open the door.

"Give me the kid!" he shouted lunging in, aiming the weapon at whoever was there.

"You're making a terrible mistake, mister. Just get out of the car and go home." A man met his gaze with such coldness it sent a shiver down Greg's spine.

"You just blew my home all to hell and back. Now give me the kid!" he refused to back down.

Movement was caught out of the corner of his eye. Not looking away from the man he stared at, he reached to his right grasping someone's face.

"Don't even think about it, buster..." he growled. Groping he relinquished the man of his automatic weapon quickly. Turning it on the person it belonged to, he moved a bit, as Jonathan scrambled to safety. Once the kid was out of the car, Greg began to back slowly away.

"Now, get outta here...go back to Arizona. We don't need yer kind here." he kept moving back all the while he spoke, until he was free from the car.

With his foot, he pushed the door closed, backing still while he held the weapons on the sedan. Anger soared in him suddenly and he began to empty them without a thought. And though the front tire was demolished, the car began to speed away. It made an awful sound as the rim ground against the pavement.

Greg didn't stop shooting at the car until it was well out of sight. He then lowered the weapons beginning to tremble violently.

"Oh...my...God..." he groaned to himself. "What in the hell did I just do?"

"Greg...where's Tony?" Jonathan's gentle voice drew him back to sanity.

"Tony..." he pivoted on the ball of his foot rushing back toward the apartment.

 ***** 

"That was one crazy-assed thing you did, Greg." Tony spoke softly, as he stood from the exam table.

"You said to secure the kid, Tony." He grumbled defensively.

"Yes, but I didn't say get yourself killed in the process." He chuckled lightly, wincing in pain.

"I'll give you somethin' for that." Greg piped. He turned to the desk there.

"Nothing strong, Greg. I've gotta stay frosty." The man urged.

"Fine, is ibuprofen alright?" he asked impatiently then.

"Greg..." Bruce barged into the room. When he saw that Tony was still standing, he sighed heavily in relief.

"How the hell is it that every time somethin' happens, you manage to show up afterward?" Greg barked.

"I wasn't but a few miles up the road when this happened, Greg. What's with you?" the man complained.

Greg suddenly burst into tears, finally succumbing to the aftereffects of the ordeal he had experienced.

"He's shook up, Bruce. He did a crazy thing, that man..." Tony defended then.

Immediately Bruce rushed to him, taking Greg into his arms. "It's fine, babe. It's all over with now." He crooned softly.

"Everything's gone, Bruce." Greg almost wailed.

"Shush now..." the man stroked his hair, pressing his head to a shoulder. "You know I'll take care of you. You can stay at my place, now."

"I don't know if that would be all that safe right now." Tony indicated.

"Then what would you suggest we do?" Bruce asked firmly.

"We can put him up. You don't worry about that." The man defended seriously.

"Okay...I keep forgetting about all that, Tony. I'm sorry." he calmed quickly then.

"It's fine. But I suggest we get a room for the night. Just to make sure no one is about, before you go bargin' into yer house."

"Okay..." Bruce stood straight, watching Tony wince painfully, as he struggled to put his shirt back on. "What happened to you?" he asked seriously coming around to help the man.

"I got hit by a boulder." Tony jested with a grin.

"Yer gonna be really sore the next couple days." Greg sniffled, turning back to Tony's file, beginning to write again. "Thankfully nothin' was broken, just bruised, is all. I think it just knocked the wind outta you more than anything." He rambled on. "I'll write a script for some Motrin, or somethin'."

"Where's Jonathan?" Tony asked then.

"He's at the nurses' station flirtin' with Catherine." Bruce teased.

"Little tease..." Tony chuckled.



Bigrig Ch. 12



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Everyone sat around the motel room discussing what should take place the next day, when Bruce had to go back out on the road.

"I don't think he should be left here alone, Tony." Bruce complained as they discussed leaving the next day.

"He won't be alone, Bruce. Not with this program, I promise you." The man assured him urgently.

"Bruce..." Greg leaned over his shoulder from behind, as he wrapped his arms around him loosely. "...I'll be fine. You take Tony and Jonathan, and go. I'll be fine."

"I can leave Tony with you." Bruce suggested then.

"No, Tony needs to be with Jonathan. That's what we're paying him for." Greg affirmed then.

Jonathan coiled from across the table. "He's being paid to baby-sit me?" 

The three of them looked to him realizing the truth had been revealed. It was not meant for him to know this. Unfortunately, now that Greg had divulged it, allowing it to slip out, they all had to inform him of the truth.

"Yes, Jonathan..." Bruce watched his response for anything negative.

"Can I please be told the whole truth now?" the youth seemed a little put out about the matter, as he stood going to the window of the room they had rented.

"Get away from the window, Jonathan." Tony jumped to his feet instantly.

When the youth appeared defiant, Tony went to him, grasping his arm, pulling him back toward the table. Jonathan glared consistently at him, the entire time he was being dragged to the table. When the man released him again, he jerked his arm away.

"And I thought you really cared for me." He groaned hurtfully.

"I do, Jonathan..." Tony barked back. "...Don't start nothin', and there won't be nothin'." He added.

"I don't believe you now. All of you. You've all lied to me." He snapped, rushing off to the bathroom to be alone. The door slammed shut, closing himself away from everyone there.

"Well, at least he's learning to stand up for his self." Tony muttered.

"Damn, Greg..." Bruce looked up at him from where he sat.

"I didn't mean to let it slip Bruce. I'm sorry."

"I really don't think this is entirely about that, though." Tony mentioned, as he looked down at the floor. "I think he's scared. This is gettin' too close to home for him. And I think he's afraid one of us might get hurt. If he pushes us away, now, it won't hurt so much in the end." He thought out loud.

"In other words, he's acting out..." Bruce asked as a statement.

"Yes..."

"Okay, so..." Bruce stood planting himself between the two men. He looked at one then the other. "What now? How do we deal with this?"

"Just love 'I'm, Bruce. Let him act out if he needs to, unless it becomes a disciplinary problem. For his safety, we should make sure he's never alone. He's confused, and might resort to some old habits, if we do." Greg advised. "...As long as he's not a threat to himself, or to us, he's fine."

"Speakin' of which..." the man moved to the bathroom door quickly. Trying the knob first he found it locked.

"Go away..." Jonathan called from the other side.

"No, Jonathan..."Bruce returned gently, but firmly. "...I won't go away... I won't leave you alone, and I won't stop lovin' you. Now, you open this door, or I'll come in after you."

"You don't care about me. You hardly even have anything to do with me anyway." Jonathan called back.

"Is that how you feel? Or are you makin' this up as you go?" the man almost grinned.

There was no answer this time from the far side of the door.

"That's it isn't it. You're makin' excuses, pushin' us away. I know you're scared, Jonathan. We all are. But we're not tryin' to shove you into a corner. Come on..." he leaned against the door as he spoke. "...Open the door and let's talk like grown men, here. We'll tell you everything you want t' know."

The time between the last word Bruce had spoken and the moment the door opened again seemed endless, to those that waited. They that truly cared for him paused, wondering what he would say in return. Or what would he do in response to this plea. Their lives intertwined in an entangled web of love and immodest pleasures, they seemed breathless at the moment. Their hearts were at the point of fainting, as their troubled minds waited for Jonathan to react.

He stood in the doorway looking up at the man that stood there. Then pressing past him, he went to his duffel bag, pulling out a long-sleeved shirt. Quickly he slipped it over his shoulders, pushing his arms into the sleeve of the shirt.

"What are you hiding, Jonathan?" Greg asked right away.

"Nothing, Greg..." the youth looked down at the floor while his right arm glided into the sleeve.

Greg and Bruce traded stares, both having the very same thought.

"Did you cut your arms, Jonathan?" Bruce asked blatantly.

The youth looked up at him right away not saying a word. In silence their eyes locked. It seemed they challenged each other in their stares.

"You have, haven't you?" Bruce finally said.

Jonathan knew he didn't tell a lie well at all. And he knew that if he tried, they would know. Too many times already they had been able to divide the truth between his fabrications. So, he just didn't answer. Breaking off the stare with Bruce, he looked down at the floor again.

"Jonathan, you don't have to do that anymore." The man chided gently.

"So, you say..." the youth was only slightly bitter in his reply.

"Yes, I do say, kid. And as long as I'm responsible for your safety, that's my belief. I don't mistreat you, or make you do the things your Uncle has. None of us do. So, why go there?" Bruce stood firm where he was, as he spoke to the youth. He was apprehensive in the fact that if he approached him, Jonathan might clam up completely.

And the youth sighed heavily. Plopping down on the edge of the bed, he put his face in his hands for a moment. Hair cascaded around him obscuring him, as he did.

"You know we love you, Jonathan." Bruce's voice was so calm and soothing to the youth.

"I know..." he finally admitted.

"And I will not treat you like a child, unless you act that way." The man informed him then. "Now, if you just want attention, or to be disciplined, Tony would be happy to sate that need. I for one would prefer that we talk and cuddle gently. But Greg and I will step out, and allow you the freedom you need with Tony, if you like. You only need to say so."

"You promised to tell me the truth." Jonathan looked up pushing his hair behind him again, with his long, slender, graceful fingers.

"I did..." Bruce finally approached him, sitting on the edge of the bed across from him. "...And I will. But I want you to willingly show me what you've done first."

"Please, Bruce..." the youth sat up straight as if to get away from him somewhat. "...There's nothing to see."

"If you've cut your arms, yes there is. Now, show me..." The man was patiently firm.

Jonathan stared at him for a moment. He knew this could get well out of hand if he didn't comply. Bruce was a strong one and would have what he wanted, like it or not. He imagined the three men holding him down ripping the sleeves off his arms just to take a look. That would be so unnecessary to say the least.

Lifting his left arm, he pulled the sleeve back with the right hand to allow him to see the damages. And they were minimal. It seemed Bruce had caught him in time, stopping him from doing any real harm. The singular small cut was no more than a scrape.

Greg and Tony approached leaning over to inspect it themselves.

"You didn't really have time to go as deep as you normally would. I'm sure that with a few more minutes, you would have sliced that open and might need stitches." Greg commented.

"You don't have to do that, Jonathan. Just talk to us, baby." Tony said the last quickly, as the youth was about to protest his comment. "We understand yer scared shitless. We all are, actually. And we realize that yer fear of us gettin' hurt, or worse, is makin' you wanna pull away from us. We all understand so, if you'd just talk to us. That's all we ask of you." He paused to allow that to sink in.

"Jonathan..." Bruce leaned forward, planting his forearms on his thighs. "If we didn't' love you, or even care about you, why would we go to such an extent to keep you safe? And why would we put our own lives in jeopardy, just to see you freed from your past, and your Uncle? You think about that next time you want to accuse us of not caring."

"Stop it! I don't wanna hear it!" he cried, planting his hands to his ears in desperation.

"I told you..." Tony looked at Bruce then turned going back to the table to sit.

Bruce watched as the Jonathan turned curling his body on the bed. He seemed so helpless in that pose... So very vulnerable at the moment... And the man's heart ached for him and the emotional turmoil he was going through.

Silently he rose stepping toward the bed Jonathan was curled upon. Crawling toward him cautiously, he stopped when the youth abruptly half turned onto his back almost sitting up.

"Don't..." he whined, tears streaking his face.

Bruce refused to hear him and started toward him again. Moving up behind the youth, he settled, pulling him to his body. Molding himself to Jonathan he began to gently caress and sweep stray hairs from his face.

"It's okay, baby..." his left arm moved beneath the youth's head cradling it against his shoulder. 

Jonathan felt such a terrible pain at just the thought of loosing his new friends. His anguish seemed to run deep and quickly turned to anger. Such thoughts and emotions tormented his soul. He was beginning to fear the things that crossed his mind.

How he hated James Bowman for all of the crap he had put him through. If there was one man he longed to die, it was he. And that was a thought he feared so deeply. The last thing he wanted would be to see Judgment Day come while he thought that. But his anger was so strong. And his hatred of this man, so very deep, that if he had the chance himself, he would pull the trigger before anyone else could even get that chance.

The more he cogitated on the way he felt and the thoughts that run ramped in his mind, he wept soundly. Bruce attempted to console him with his gentle words and soft whispers. It washed over the youth from time to time finally soothing his aching heart. He drifted into sleep once more taking him away from his sorrows and distress to a place that might offer him some solace.

***** 

It was perhaps an hour or so when Jonathan woke again. Only now Tony rested beside him. The room was silent but for the soft sound of the man's breathing. He opened his eyes to find them alone. It made him wonder where Greg and Bruce had gone.

"They went to see a movie, Jonathan." Tony volunteered, seeing the question in his eyes. The sound of his whisper caught his attention. Their eyes locked for a long moment. Then Jonathan broke the silence with the question that burned in his soul.

"Tell me the truth, Tony. Please..." he muttered gently to the man.

Tony smiled somewhat having known that would come soon. "I'm a bodyguard, for hire, Jonathan. That's what I do best. And at the moment you are my first and foremost concern.

"My job is to keep you alive until this matter with your Uncle can be resolved or he dies, whichever comes first.

"And I do work at the hospital as a nurse when I'm not on an assignment. It pays the bills and I'm happy with that."

"Well, I guess that explains why you have a boss that's different from Greg's." Jonathan probed then.

"We are from a kind a very secret organization. Bruce knows my boss. They're close friends and he's known me since we were kids. So, it wasn't hard for him to get in touch with me and ask me if I would help.

"He really cares about you, ya know. You should ease up on the insults a bit. It was never intended for you to find out until after everything was cleared up. But since you know, now, you have to promise me that you'll do everything I tell you. Bruce means to take you with us tomorrow and attempt to get you away from all of this. At least for a time, anyway."

"I'm goin' on the truck tomorrow?" Jonathan perked, yet he cautioned himself in the event that he might be wrong and hadn't heard him correctly.

"Yes, Jonathan. You're goin' with us." Tony affirmed. "And by the way, you little twerp..." Tony suddenly grasped Jonathan's jaw in his hand. "...I care deeply for you, you jerk. And don't you ever forget that."

The youth gasped abruptly, his eyes locked onto the man's as his hand quickly clenched his jaw. A slow gentle smile played across his lips as he listened to what he had to say. 

"You wanna make me?" he teased then. He couldn't help it really. It just presented itself. And he was going with it anyway.

The man moaned. Slowly, his lips turning up in a grin. "You want some o' this?" he asked pointedly.

"If you have to ask..." Jonathan implied then. And with a chuckle, he rolled away, turning onto his left side waiting to see what the man might do.

"Don't you turn your back on me, kid. I wasn't finished with you yet." Tony grasped his arm high at the shoulder even while he spoke. He moved over his back, half laying on him giving his bottom a good healthy slap.

Jonathan squealed trying to protect his rear with his hands. The man quickly subdued them slapping it hard again.

"I owe you a good spankin', kid." he half laughed as Jonathan began to fight with him some. Another strike, harder than the first two, forced the youth to tense and bolt. His head came up off the pillow as he yelled out his discomfort to him.

But the man would not let up, for the time being. Several more slaps came before he stopped rubbing the now stinging areas.

"You gonna behave now? Or do I need to give you some more?" Tony's voice was gruff, yet filled with amusement.

"What did I do?" Jonathan giggled, as he whined playfully.

"Oh..." Tony thrashed his bottom repetitively, bringing tears to the youth's eyes with his powerful stinging slaps. "...If you have to ask..." His voice was firm, yet the hint of amusement was still evident.

Jonathan yelped over and again. The heat of the man's strong delivery caused him to kick and squirm beneath his hold. Each strike was unmerciful bearing on his resolve relentlessly.

Still Tony went on, delivering a most unrelenting spanking. His hand slapped Jonathan's bottom with a loud pop each time. The youth cried out. Writhing, his legs kicked while he wriggled from the stinging heat of the man's cruel punishment.

"Okay!" he finally could stand any more. "I'll be good!" Jonathan cried out to him.

The spanking ceased and the abusive hand now gently rubbed the sting away.

Pulling the youth onto his back, he pounced on him then. Jonathan let out a squeal of surprise, and then laughed shortly into his face.

Tony smiled at the sound. It was so rare that they heard it. And when they did, it seemed to be such a delightfully tinkling timbre. Greg had commented once that it almost sounded like wind chimes in a garden.

"What's yer pleasure, baby." The man asked then.

"I want you to force me." Jonathan confessed to him.

"Is that so?" his body suddenly surged with unrepressed excitement. "How...be more specific."

Jonathan stared blankly into his face. "I thought you knew me better than that, man." He seemed surprised now, as he looked up at him.

Tony thought for a moment, recalling the night they had brought him home from the hospital, how Jonathan had rubbed his face over him in a worshipful kind of way. He remembered how it made him feel and had been irritated by Greg's incessant parental ways. It struck him then, that they could take up where they left off.

"Okay..." he moved slowly, coming up on all fours, he hovered over the youth for a moment. "...Let's jus' see how bad you want this." He almost seemed to moan.

He made his way to the floor, standing. His gaze reconnecting with that of the youth's then. "Get yer ass over here, kid..." he growled meanly, pointing to a spot on the floor.

Jonathan sat up staring long at him. His senses suddenly become ignited. It seemed to advance over him in a deluge of abrupt sensation.

"I said; get over here..." the man barked impatiently. "NOW!!!" He growled again. 

It was evident in the man's eyes that he was in no way pleased with him at the moment. He had hesitated, not doing as he was told with the first order. In those eyes was the promise of a most terrible punishment, worse than he had already endured.

Jonathan scrambled to the floor coming to the man quickly then.

Tony's expression was hard. He could tell he was angry. And what he was seeing at the moment, he had not pleased the man at all. He cringed the moment the man's hand came toward him.

"Before we begin, little tramp..." the man's hand slowly came up. Its fingers being lost in his hair, at the back of his head, that surrounded his shoulders at the moment. Abruptly, it clenched a mass of it in its fist jerking him forward almost bringing his face right to his as if he would kiss him. "...You will call me Master, from this point on, is that clear?"

Jonathan's eyes flickered over his face. They were so close they could have kissed. The man felt his uneven breath and he knew Jonathan was already becoming aroused.

"Yes, sir...I mean, Master..." he changed quickly when the man stiffened suddenly; and would have slapped him if he had not said it right, as fleetly as he did.

Tony relaxed slowly again, one corner of his lips turning up into a quirky grin. "You'd better pay attention, or you might find yourself in a lot a trouble, bitch." He muttered, knowing he didn't have to talk loud, they were so close.

Jonathan's lips parted slightly his breathing altering once more, his chest rising and falling in sporadic waves. 

"You do as yer told, and I might reward you. I'll have to think about that one, though. You've been such a pain in the ass lately, I just don't know." 

Jonathan almost had to laugh. He knew he'd given these guys such problems, lately, with his attitude and moodiness. He really didn't blame the man at all.

"If it gets too rough for you, Jonathan, all you need to do is say my name. Other than that, you call me Master and nothin' more." His tone was soft at the beginning, but quickly changed in mid-sentence to a hard, cold, sadistic one, that flooded the youth's very being.

"I want you to get on yer knees and let me know just how bad you want it." He then groaned. His one eye-brow lifting in that curious way it did when he doubted whoever he was speaking to could really match up to the conversation.

A grin was produced on Jonathan's face. He'd take his challenge and prove him wrong if it was the last thing on earth that he ever did. 

Going directly to his knees, his hands grasped the man's hips, just before he buried his face in his jeans. There he spread it over the hardening bulge there, suppressing a giggle when Tony moaned lightly. And it suddenly occurred to him just what he wanted.

He too recalled that one night and how this man has responded to what he had done. It seemed he had never had anyone approach him like that. But Jonathan liked to do that so very much. Just the feel of it growing hard beneath his face was exciting to him to say the least.




Bigrig Ch. 12



With his chin he gently pressed the man's sacked against his body. Looking up when Tony sighed a bit, he could see he was highly enjoying the attention that was being given.

The man was naked from the waist up. And Jonathan could see his strength readily. Each muscle seemed to be so very taut and especially cut. He was a most awesome specimen of a man that he'd ever known. 

As his chest rose and felt slowly he wondered if he was doing enough. It didn't seem to him that he was arousing him enough. Except for the gradual hardening of his manhood, he really didn't have anything to go by.

Oh, there was a moan or a groan hear and there. It was more a soft sound of his escaped parted lips that did not indicate to him if he was really excited, or not.

He worked his face over the man continuously. The material of his jeans was a rough barrier that hid the man from the true intended and desired product. More firmly he pressed his face to his jeans rubbing all over even as it began to sting. 

It was then that Tony shivered causing Jonathan to look up once more. He now saw that the man's breathing had accelerated and perspiration had begun to form. He smiled to himself knowing he was doing what he had meant to do.

And while he was watching the man enjoy his work, Tony's eyes opened. He looked down at the youth. His hand still tangled in his hair. He deliberately pressed him hard to his groin.

"You wanna get yer mouth fucked, don't ya kid?" his voice was firm. His body rigid.

Jonathan said nothing in return knowing if he did it would be wrong anyhow. So, he just kept silent continuing to do what he had been commanded to do in the first place.

"Take it out, boy..." he barked then. "...And be quick about it." He added when Jonathan just didn't move fast enough for him. Also adding a jerk of his head seemed to help produce some hasty movement. Without delay the youth finally had him exposed. Tony grasped it with his free hand giving it a slow gentle tug. 

"...You see this?" the hand glided up the shaft so slowly it seemed it would never reach the tip. But the size of his hand seemed to compensate for the pace of his stroke.

Again Jonathan stared up at him, only now he was expectant. It showed in his eyes that he wanted a taste at least, if that was all.

"I'll tell you what..." the man grinned wickedly. "...Just open yer mouth..." he ordered pointedly.

Jonathan did. It came open as wide as it could go. He tried to lean forward as the swollen, purple head, came closer. But Tony only yanked his head back producing a sharp out cry.

"Did I tell you to do that, bitch!" the tone of his voice was agitated. It was obvious he had overstepped his bounds again.

"No, Master..." he whined, as if in fear of the man. His eyes reflected the same instantaneously.

Tony breathed in long at the sight and sound of his apparent apprehension. A surge of tingling spread through him. He was now acting like a true slave would. Afraid of the punishment of a displeased Master, he showed him, his fear. 

"Let's do this again..." the man inertly brought his shaft toward the youth's waiting lips, still keeping his head arched back with the fistful of hair. When he finally had reached the gaping orifice, he lightly rubbed the underside over the pliancy, reveling in the feel of his full rich lips.

Jonathan closed his eyes as the warm velvety softness of his hard member began its exploration over his face. Here and there he felt the tepidness that cooled quickly from the beading fluid that had formed at the tip. And for a long moment it continuously moved over his face.

Instantly, without warning, the entire length was crammed into his mouth. It slammed against the back of his throat forcing him to compensate. He cried out, though it was muffled. Tony jerked his head up to get it all in. Then he forced Jonathan's face to remain buried in his groin, allowing the youth to get used to him.

And as if Jonathan was just too bored with this, his hands began to push him away. They still having been grasping the man's hips, he started to fight with the man.

"Suck it, bitch..." the man growled low. His voice laced with apparent incitement from Jonathan's tussle. His free hand began to strip his hips of the hands that fought with him. "Get those hands behind you..." he demanded harshly though it seemed to fall on deaf ears. He heard a most unpleasantly frightful whine, catching his attention.

"You okay?" he asked to be sure. He didn't want to hurt him, or really scare him.

Jonathan nodded vigorously, his eyes showing him his sincerity. And as soon as they blinked his expression changed beginning to fight with Tony frenetically. And again, the fight with the hands ensued, until the man was beside himself.

"You little shit..." Tony almost shouted. "...I swear... I'll rape the shit out a you!"

Immediately Jonathan squealed his playful protest, his eyes bulged at the mere thought of it. His body yielded to the wave of arousal that instantly caused him to become erect.

"Come 'ere, you fuckin' little whore..." the man's tone was strongly irritated now, as he pulled relentlessly on the hair in his yet entangled fist. Forcing Jonathan to his feet, he planted his hand about the youth's throat. With a brief strong hold, he then shoved him back toward the bed.

Jonathan splayed, as he landed hard. He scrambled, turning to get away. All the while he gave his out cries making it as real as he could.

"No!" he called to the man, rushing away. On all fours, he crawled quickly to the far side of the bed almost making it to the edge where he would have gotten up to run away.

Breathing wildly from his excitement, he continued his evasion. His movements were halted suddenly, when Tony jumped on his body again.

Another squeal produced itself, of which Tony muffled with a rough slap of a hand over his mouth. He stared down into his face breathing heavily. 

Jonathan saw that he was completely aflame by their forceful play. It was written all in his face. And he could feel it between them. This elated him completely, that he could provoke him so. It caused him to keep up with their game.

"You look here..." the man grumbled now. But Jonathan wouldn't hear it as he struggled frantically with him. It forced Tony to put aside all reasoning and just do what he meant to do.

As Jonathan's hands were flying to keep the man at bay, Tony finally slapped him, though with much control. It caught his attention for a second before they started the fight again.

Yet, it gave him just enough time to get the kids jeans undone. He then grasped the waistline of them, beginning to jerk them down.

"Stop!" the youth, cried out to him. He was just before loosing it already. The pressure of stimulation in his body was almost more than he could bear. 

He kicked with his feet, as he sat up attempting to fight with the man some more. Finally, Tony stood up on the bed sliding the jeans off his legs. Tossing them away, he unsnapped his, jerking them down and kicking them away. He went after the kid again who had taken to the floor by now.

Giving chase, he caught up with him. Hooking his arm around his throat, he dragged him backward toward the bed.

"You're turnin' me on, so bad, kid. I swear... I'll get off before I even get in you." His whisper washed over the youth's ear as they finally reached their goal.

Without hesitation, he spun. They crashed down together. Tony didn't waste any time, knowing Jonathan just wasn't about to yield. With strong hands, he held him down. Rising up some, he reached between them. Finding his member so hard he thought it would break in two.

The aching throb he was experiencing, was more than he had, had in a long while. And as he quickly clutched it in his hand, he almost exploded right then. Hastily, he positioned it, though. Shoving hard, he dropped down on the youth, his body giving way to the sudden intensity that came over him.

Still, he forced himself to pull back, and then slam hard into the youth. Time and again, he had to consciously work at it. He groaned over and again, hoping Jonathan would soon surrender.

As soon as the man forced his way in, all at once, hard and fast, Jonathan raised up, crying out. But he felt the man pulsing deep within him. Hearing his groans, he knew it was accomplished. Pushing back, he still fought the man, to heighten his climax even more. He met Tony's thrusts with his own to keep the momentum going.

His strong rigid length continued to slam into him. He was rocked upward with each thrust. His powerful strides were forcing him toward his culmination. 

"Yes, Tony..." Jonathan called to him encouraging him.

With heavy breathing, out cries and moans, Jonathan suddenly jerked. His body stiffened. And before Tony could spill his last drop, Jonathan joined him in his delectation.

When it all subsided they heaved, almost wheezing to catch their breaths. Tony still piled atop the youth; his breath was huffing over his ear.

"Damn it, boy..." he grunted. "You sure put up a fight..." forced between breaths.

"But it turned you on..." Jonathan returned in like manner. Then he laughed lightly as the man's head rattled with agreement.

"Yeah, kid...That was incredible." he admitted.

The door of the room opened. Greg and Bruce waltzed in unexpectedly. 

"Oh, gees..." Greg announced. "...I think they need a few more minutes." He grabbed Bruce by the arm. The man was frozen, in his tracks, taking in the scene before him. A slow gentle smile played across his lips.

"I see you guys finally made peace again." he commented even as Greg attempted to pull him back through the door.

"We did..." Jonathan agreed still snatching air into his lungs a bit. "...I now understand everything. And I really appreciate your efforts." he confessed.

"Why don't we get cleaned up and put something on." Tony advised. "You wanna come on in and close the door, Greg?" he teased.

"Oh..." The doctor stepped in releasing Bruce's arm to do so.

It was then that Tony and Jonathan jumped up racing into the shower playfully. Returning not long after, they slipped into their jeans, going to the table to join Greg and Bruce. Sitting they took up the large plastic cups of cola that awaited them.

"I think we need to reiterate some ground rules, Tony. What do you think?" the man grinned, as he looked from one to the other as if he had eaten the proverbial canary.

Tony nodded as he turned his cup up emptying the contents of it quickly. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until then. And he knew it was from the workout Jonathan had only just given him. 

Setting the cup down he licked his upper lip to get every bit of the liquid he could.

"Now, there is one hell of a satisfied man." Bruce commented with a chuckle.

They all joined him for a short chortle, before going on to the business at hand.

"Am I really goin' with you tomorrow?" Jonathan asked as if he almost couldn't believe it.

"Yes..." Bruce nodded, watching the youth perk excitedly.

"Gees..." he began to think of all the things he needed to do to get himself ready."...I got a pack!" he almost stood.

"Hold on there, sport..." Bruce laughed lightly lifting a hand to him to stop him. "Tony's comin' with us to help me keep you safe. We just don't trust these guys to leave you alone just yet. Greg scared them off, for the time being.

"And by the way..." he turned to the doctor to his left grinning broadly."...That was some brave work you did, from what I hear."

Greg's face suddenly broke into a large grin. He half laughed as he spoke, "I still can't believe I did that. I hate guns, Bruce. You know that. I don't have any idea what came over me at the time. I just did what had to be done without thinking..."

"That's the truth..." Tony quipped with a chuckle.

"And just how would you have handled it, Mr. Stud?" Greg fussed playfully.

"I'd a shot them, and asked questions later." he returned, his smile fading, as he knew he would have.

"I didn't think of that..." Greg looked to Jonathan seeing he would have approved.

"Only don't kill Peter." the youth suddenly stated.

"Ah..." Tony's head came up with realization. It settled in its original pose as quickly as it had moved. "...I had almost forgotten about him, Jonathan. It's a good thing you mentioned it."

"Peter? Who's Peter?" Greg asked looking from Tony then Jonathan.

The youth sighed heavily standing. He moved away as if deep in his own thoughts. "Peter's the only friend I've ever known, until I met Bruce..." He began. "...He was the one whose face you grabbed..." Jonathan turned looking at the doctor then.

"But he moved, Jonathan. How was I to know?" Greg defended.

"It's okay...All he was doin' was nudging' me to get out of the car. But from where you were and the confusion of the moment, you couldn't have known that.

"Peter's always been there for me, no matter what I've gone through. He's the one that was always sent to bandage my wounds and take care o' me after whatever takes place. And he's the one that came in the night of the party stopping it right away. He stood toe to toe with my Uncle coming close to being killed that night.

"I don't know where he came from..." Jonathan shook his head negatively as he thought out loud. "...But he just suddenly appeared in our lives one day. Things were startin' to get bad with me and my Uncle. And he seemed to just suddenly show up. He's come between my Uncle and me, and Maurice and me, many times. It was as if he was there just for that purpose. It's strange really. I don't understand it." 

A tear slipped down his face as his chin began to quiver. "...And he's the only one I've ever seen that look in his eyes, like I've seen in yours, Bruce. I always knew I could trust him. Even from the beginning, I just knew somehow. I talked to him in secret about much of what I was feelin'. And he always seemed to have the answer for me right then.

"...You know he told me once that, God knows how we feel. He just wants us to be honest with Him..." he muttered.

Bruce leaned back in his chair as he listened to the lad. It was obvious Jonathan was completely confused about whom this Peter was, and where he had come from. But it was also evident that the youth loved this man. 

And of course he would. Having been forced to spend hours with him, getting to know him, being cared for by him, this had to be a bit of comfort for the youth. He found himself actually relieved that the man did show up so unexpectedly in the youth's life.

"I'm sure there's an explanation, Jonathan..." Greg was saying now.

Jonathan nodded in agreement as he slowly approached the table. "I just don't want you guys gettin' all trigger happy and killin' 'im. I really think he might be undercover or somethin'. I don't know, really. And I had thought you knew 'im, Tony."

"Actually, I don't." Tony admitted. "...I've only talked to 'im a couple times. He's the one that came to me outa the blue to tell me what was goin' on in that house." he confessed.

"So, he's the little birdie you told me about...the neighbor..." Jonathan grinned.

"Yeah, kid..." Tony responded to the infectiousness of his smile.

"Well, we'll try to leave Peter out a this, Jonathan..." Bruce leaned his arms on the table still trying to make sense of this man's sudden appearance in the youth's life.

"Thanks..." the lad nodded slightly as he sat again.

"Okay..." Bruce folded his hands together staring long at the youth. "...Remember what I told you before about when we go out? No leaving the truck unattended. No peeking out the curtain when it's closed. If I'm asleep, you sleep with me. Tony will sit up and keep watch. Then, he will sleep while I drive, unless I need his help. 

"You can stay in the bunk and sleep if you like. Or you can join us or me up front. But if I tell you to get back, you get up right then, and go to the bunk right away. No questions asked..." he watched as the youth nodded agreeing with every word he said.

"You pay attention, and do what Tony and I tell you to do. No arguments or fussing' about it either. We mean to get you out a here and try to divert your attention to something, hopefully, more fun. But if anything should happen, you must do as yer told, ya hear?" he leaned to the youth, as he said the last getting his full attention, as he did.

"Yes, sir..." Jonathan returned immediately.

"Good...Then we all understand each other, don't we?" he leaned back again, grinning.

They all nodded in agreement.

"Tony, what do we need to do for Greg tomorrow before we leave?" Bruce asked then.

"Ben's got that covered. He'll meet Greg at the hospital tomorrow and explain to him what he needs to do. And he'll be the one to escort him to his new home for the time being. He'll have round the clock protection and only a pager so Doug can contact him when he needs him. No phones, or contact with the outside world, except for his work.

"Everything he needs will be brought to him. Ben will explain this tomorrow. And if you have any questions, you need to ask them then, Greg. Make certain you understand. Don't assume anything, it could get you killed." Tony explained urgently.

"Okay, Tony..." Greg beamed suddenly at the thought that crossed his mind. "...For once you have no argument from me." he chuckled then.

"Well, it's about damn time..." the man laughed lightly with a short jerk of his head.

"Okay, Jonathan..." Bruce stood looking at him fully. "...You get yer stuff together and get to bed. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I want you rested and ready to go, first thing in the morning. 

"And Greg, I'll take you to work after we all sit and have breakfast together. I want us to spend the last few minutes we have, together, all of us. 

"And we'll be back sometime at the end of the week to rest and do laundry and so on. So, look for us on Friday. If I see we'll be delayed, I'll call Ben to let him know."

Greg nodded. He stretched yawning long. "I'm gonna lay down. I'm tired. I'll see you guys in the morning'."

Jonathan made quick work of packing up his clothes and belongings that were salvaged in the blast a couple days earlier. He settled down next to Bruce, which had requested he do so when he finished.

The man wake as soon as he sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for him pulling him down encircling him in his loving arms as the youth molded himself to his body.

Bruce smiled briefly as his eyes searched his face. A gentle hand came up brushing his hair back from his eyes. And as if he could not resist any longer, his head lifted from the pillow; coming closer he locked onto Jonathan's lips. His tongue pressed urgently into his mouth filling it. Eagerly, he explored, seemingly for the first time.

The hand slipped back cradling Jonathan's head. The youth moved feeling the man's urgency. Bruce moved to his back, as he glided over the man's body. Arms went around him again. The one hand repositioned itself at the back of his head. The other moved down his spine to his bottom pressing Jonathan against him right away.

Jonathan took the hint beginning to move against the man. His body drifted over him lazily as if in full intercourse. His mouth continued to receive the expressed emotions the man, in effect, was attempting to give. He gave it back to him with all the longing he had within him.

Pulling back, he started down the man's throat. Bruce halted him, gently turning them onto their sides. He then moved over Jonathan staring silently into his eyes. Without a word spoken the youth understood.

Bruce had enjoyed Jonathan's tedious oral works. On more than one occasion, he had. But on this night, he wanted more. He had waited. Patiently he had waited. Waiting for Jonathan to heal, so that nothing done would injure him, he had waited. It seemed a lifetime now that he was forced to sit back and just observe the youth from a distance. But on this night, he would have him and all the youth had to offer.




Bigrig Ch. 12



Coming up onto his knees, the man reached to the night table next to them. His fingers dove into the jar that was there. The then began to spread the clear gel on his thick hardened member.

All the while they stared into the other's eyes. They both knew this had been long in coming. Jonathan lightly placed his hand over the man's that slowly glided up and down his shaft. He then grabbed a handful of tissues from the box that accompanied the jar. Wiping it clean, he tossed them into the receptacle, planting his hands on both sides of Jonathan's shoulders.

It was the youth that guided him into his body. He slowly eased him in arching toward his body, as he did. His arms then enclosed around Bruce, pulling him to his body fully. As he came down, his lips met with the youth's once more. 

Slowly the man began to move. The feel of the youth surrounding him was so very warm and constricting. He moaned softly, it actually escaped him unintentionally. But that didn't matter in the least. He was where he had wanted to be from the time he had picked up this stray youth on the shoulder of the interstate.

It surprised him that Jonathan was so tight really; knowing Tony had given him such a workout. But he didn't appear to have done any damage at all. His concern that he might be sore or might cause him discomfort was quickly melted away.

Their lovemaking was slow, patient, taking the time needed to arouse the desires of the other. Even while he kissed the youth, his hands roamed his body hungrily. Their greedy fingers lightly brushing over his warm skin. 

And Jonathan whined, giving a short sound of delight as they sent many waves of thrilling pleasure through him time after time. Stopping over a nipple, their purpose more than distinguished as they began their gentle torture of his senses.

"Bruce..." the youth whispered, not wanting to wake the other two. He had quickly pulled back from the kiss looking up into his face. Shuddering again, he quickly forgot what he had needed to say, as another flood of sensation poured over him.

It seemed their eyes and expectations were locked in time, which seemed to stand still for them at the moment. Each could see the depth of emotion absorbed in the other's gaze.

Bruce clutched the youth to him, leaning down. His lips brushed his ear as he spoke on his breath, "I love you, Jonathan. And I have waited for this for so long. Just let me love you now. It's all I've ever wanted to do..."

Jonathan nodded silently, understanding his plea. His arms tightened around him pushing onto him at the pace he had set. The movement was inert, smooth, confounding the gentle torture of his hands and fingers. So light...So gentle he was being. It was so much so that Jonathan thought he would cry.

No one had every touched him this way, except Peter and Greg. But Peter had never made a pass at him. His touches came from the gentle ministering to his wounds and caring for him. And now, even Greg's gentle lovemaking seemed to fade from remembrance, as Bruce showed him a side of him, he had never known.

He glided over his body slowly. Moving into him at an almost nonexistent pace. And when he had met his body, he retreated again, almost completely pulling out of him. Once more, he would move in, filling him with his powerfully hard length. A long sigh would seem to accompany it, as he breathed into the youth's ear. And before long, it became a progressively strong message of the man's love and care for him.

Jonathan's legs having been long wrapped around him, he pulled his body onto him each time the man began to fill him. His hand gripped him so close; it would seem he would crush him. But he was yet not strong enough for something like that. 

And Bruce was enjoying his unspoken expressions. To him, he was saying all he had meant to say, long ago. It was being revealed to him, the emotions of his beating heart, which he could almost hear; his ear being pressed close to the artery of his throat. 

Or was that his heart, he was hearing pounding in his ears. How could he really know for certain, anyway? And did it really matter? Should he even be concern? Only that he knew they had desired this for so long.

He began to sense the urgency in Jonathan's receptive body. Gradually, he began to push faster, filling him at a slow build of the pace. He heard the youth's breathing begin to accelerate. A gentle smile played on his lips that the youth never saw.

"More, Bruce...Please..." Jonathan whined softly, his body quickly mounting in need and desire. 

Again, the man changed the rate of his delivery. A more moderate pace was now applied. It seemed almost right away, that Jonathan sucked in air. That was when the man came up on his elbows to stare down into his face.

"Am I hurting you?" the man almost gave voice to his words. The sound of it was urgent, as if it would tear his heart out to know that he had.

"No..." Jonathan shook his head as he answered. "...It just feels so good." he confessed.

Bruce began again, right where he had left off. His gaze searched the youth's face for any sign of discomfort. But he saw none, as he plunged deep within him; at a more elevated slow pace. As he met his body, he pressed firmly there. His intent was plain to see.

As Jonathan met him, he followed through with this action. His body began to arch more, each time it was delivered. Tightly, he clung to the man's arms the more his body rose. Little whines and moans became more frequent.

"More?" Bruce seemed to toy with him now.

Jonathan's eyes abruptly came open, settling on the mischievous stare that was given back. He quickly nodded. "Yes...Please..." his tone was urgent, breathless it seemed.

With a light chuckle the man changed their stride once more. He watched as Jonathan's mouth suddenly came open. The youth gasped. He arched, becoming suddenly rigid. His body jerked. The thick length of him began to pulse between them. His shouts were suddenly encumbered, as Bruce dove for his mouth muffling his cries of ecstasy.

It was more than he could stand. The feel of Jonathan's spasms deep inside, his strong, urgent, audible moans that he had been reduced to now, the feel of him in full release, was just more than he could bear.

He suddenly thrust strongly into the youth's body. It wasn't a violent move that he made. This was an urgency to fulfill his, own need. He succumbed to the moment rapidly. His sounds mingling with those of Jonathan's, a duet of rapture filled the room settling around them.

As they began to calm, their bodies now spent. Bruce moved down beginning to clean the mess the youth had made. His tongue seemed a greedy member that took in every last drop. He lifted Jonathan completely into his mouth letting himself taste of him for the very first time.

When he was clean and just before loosing that placid feel, Bruce maneuvered over him, coming to rest atop him. He filled his mouth again, with his urgent torrid kiss. Jonathan moaned at the feel of his ardency.

But the man drew back, gazing long into his face. "You need your rest, Jonathan. Tomorrow will be a long day for you."

With a gentle nod, the youth yielded to his wishes. But he slept soundly in his arms that night. 



Bigrig Ch. 13



I would like to thank Athena_by_night and Dcraig for their help in getting this finished and edited. I thank you for your creative input that really made this chapter much better.

And here is it, my wonderful readers, the next chapter that will be followed with a few more. But this will begin the daring ride to the end. Are you ready? lol Let's just find out. So, without further ado, I give you Chapter 13.

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The next morning they all sat together for breakfast at a local favorite restaurant. Having finished eating, they enjoyed relaxing with their coffees when Bruce lit up a cigarette.

Jonathan eyed him doing so with some interest. But having not had a smoke in so many months it really didn't pay for him to begin again. Plus the fact that it might start World War 3 with Greg and Tony, so he remained silent about it.

"I'll drive you to work and hide your car at the yard. I think Ben is going to issue you a different one, from what he said this morning." Bruce informed him.

"Okay, it'll be good that he does. They know my car now." 

"Yes, he said that, too. He also said you'll be stayin'..."

"Bruce..." Tony reached across the table getting his attention, as he eyed the two men that walked in. They were dressed professionally in suites and dark shades. This early in the morning there was no need for the shades, it still being dark outside, really. It was a give away from the moment they waltzed in. And he thought he recognized one of them, but wasn't sure.

Jonathan turned looking at them too. He gasped when he saw Peter accompanied by Maurice. When he recognized Maurice, he spun back around, his face turning white.

"What is it, Jon?" Bruce leaned to his right asking softly. His arm moved to the back of the cushion and around Jonathan's shoulders for comfort.

"The man with the dark hair, that's Maurice. The other guy is Peter." He whispered.

Bruce looked at the tall handsome blonde that Jonathan knew as his friend. He was not able to see his eyes until he was sitting and pulled his shades almost completely off his nose. Peter looked over at Bruce fully showing him the light crystalline blue of them readily. 

In them he saw a purity he had never seen before. They were kind and full of hope and gentleness. The color was also nothing like he had ever seen in anyone. "Angel" came to mind as Bruce stared right into them. The man called Peter barely smiled with a very slight nod, and as if to answer his thought. He then pushed the shades back on that mirrored Bruce's stare.

Now Bruce gave attention to his perfectly full lips that appeared to turn up even more. They were very attractive to say the least. He was obviously muscular beneath the jacket and vest he wore. A trim waist was accentuated by the tailored aspects of his clothes. And his hair was long, straight and yellow blonde.

Bruce watched him lean to the man next to him that was speaking to him in a whisper. His attention then went to the man sitting there making mental notes about his appearance. 

His short dark hair seemed to lie in wisps about his ears and neck. He seemed a bit shorter to the man next to him. And his face was rugged with a squared jaw line, eyes that appeared cold and malevolent, and a coarse contrast to Peter all the way around. He now understood what Greg had meant when he looked into those eyes.

"Mr. Bowman only wants him alive." He heard Peter's soft baritone voice with its thick accent return to Maurice.

Jonathan shuddered having heard it, too. Bruce looked at the young man next to him feeling his sudden quiver. 

"I want to leave, Bruce." He whispered his breath shaking as he spoke. "Peter won't let Maurice hurt me. But he won't follow us either."

Bruce watched the waitress approach the two men across the room. "Let them order and we'll leave when their food comes to them." He suggested softly, hoping that with their meals before them they would leave them well enough alone.

"He then leaned across the table toward Tony. "Why are they here?"

"They're making a statement, Bruce." Tony leaned as close as possible, whispering.

"What statement?"

"That they're watchin' us and know every move we make."

"But Peter won't let Maurice hurt us." Jonathan had joined them whispering also.

"Yes, true..." Tony glanced at the blonde who gave him a nod that was so slight he almost missed it. He saw a look of respect in his expression, one he had not seen in a long while. He nodded in return. "...He's only a man." His attention went back to the group he was with. "...If Maurice gets a wild enough hair up his ass, he'll kill Peter himself."

"NO!" Jonathan barked sitting back suddenly. "Don't you ever say that again!" he pointed a deeply emotional, trembling finger at the man.

Tony stared at him long, as did everyone else in the room.

"Tony, you know how he feels about the man. Why would you torment him with a statement like that?" Bruce asked then.

"I wasn't meaning to torment him. I was only stating a fact."

"A fact that I believe was very unnecessary and very mistaken." Bruce chided gently.

"What do you mean?" Tony's brow furrowed not understanding the second part of Bruce's statement.

"I don't believe he is of this world. And you can think whatever you like, I don't care."

"Bruce..." Tony leaned back grinning. "...Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am..." The man stated firmly.

"Then what do you think he is? Or where from?" he leaned toward Bruce again, asking quietly.

"Not from here. That's all I have to say on the matter."

"Why? What makes you think that?"

"Have you really looked into his eyes?"

"Once or twice, why? What did you see?"

"A purity that's not of this earth," was all he said.

*****

Tony now stared at him, thinking back to one of the two occasions he had peered into those very different eyes. He recalled that he too had viewed what he had not seen in any man on earth. One was a pure love and gentle kindness he had never known before. Their conversation was of Jonathan at the moment. Peter was informing him of the goings on in the Bowman mansion.

"I can't prove a damn thing you're telling me. So why are you here, if you can't give me more to go on? And why can't you tell me where I can get my proof?" He asked being drawn by those captivating eyes of his to the point he almost could not look away from them.

"You will find a way, Tony Santini. I assure you, your tenacity will not allow you to stop until you do." Peter's 'R's' rolled off his tongue with so much ease. "...You are empowered to find the truth. And you only need to look in the simplest of places, my friend."

"Simplest places? What are you saying? Speak English. I don't do riddles, man. And how the hell do you know my name?" Tony scoffed.

Peter gave him a most amused grin. "You will know when the time comes. I must leave you, now. I am needed elsewhere." He turned and the wind caught his hair blowing it to one side a bit.

Tony watched him walk back to the house. He was such a beautiful man. Yet, he found himself not able to think of him in a salacious way as he normally would. It seemed there was a shield around him that protected him from such. But he only shook it off as a moment of sanity in a time that seemed so unreal, especially for the poor youth inside the house. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had not answered his last question.

*****

The waitress was now bringing out a platter on which were several plates, along with a few other item. She trudged over to the table where Peter and Maurice sat.

"Okay, let's go..." Bruce whispered to the group. He dug into his pocket leaving enough money on the table to pay the bill and a handsome tip for the tired woman that had waited on them so patiently and expeditiously.

They moved to the entrance leaving through the door. Jonathan stopped looking over at Peter one last time, seeing Maurice was digging into his pancakes and bacon hungrily.

Peter had removed his shades and leaned slightly over his simple plate of sunny side up eggs, and toast. His eyelids lifted suddenly seeming to know Jonathan was staring at him. It caused the young man's breath to be caught in his throat.

Bruce was holding the door for him and looked over at Peter in time to see the pure love the man exuded as he stared back at the youth. His lips turned up into a gentle smile. They then mouthed the words, "Go, while you can".

"Come on, Jonathan." Bruce put a hand on his shoulder now realizing this man was in no way their enemy. And as long as he accompanied Maurice, they were in no danger of either of them.

He urged him through the door and to the car that Greg had already cranked and had ready for them. They got in and quickly were driving out of the parking lot.

He dropped Tony and Jonathan off at the motel. Bruce then took over the wheel ordering the other two to get everything together and be ready to go when he got back.

*****

"That's was dern close, Bruce." Greg commented as they went.

The man sighed. "I just hope Peter hangs around for a long while. At least until this is over. It makes me nervous leaving you knowing Maurice is about."

"I'll be fine, Bruce. I don't think Ben will let anything happen to me. You just be sure to call me once a day so I'll know you're alive out there."

"Yes, dear." Bruce teased.

"I mean it, Bruce. Don't play that with me. I'll worry myself sick about the three of you." he fussed.

"I will Greg..." He reached a hand to him caressing a cheek. "...I promise."

Greg took his hand kissing each knuckle lovingly. Lingering over them, nipping gently, tugging one finger at first into his mouth to suck on it lovingly. Slowly. Sensuously. Erotically. Bruce's breathing altered slightly at Greg's tender ministrations.

Greg grew excited at the change in his lover's breathing. It encouraged him to explore further. Looking up at him with adoration shining, he inserted another finger, teasing them equally and expertly with his tongue. 

Letting his tongue travel the length of both to rest at the apex of the fingers, nudging against the sensitive skin. Bruce let out a long throaty moan at Greg's foreplay.

"Hey, when we get back, I'll take you anywhere you want to go. You're choice. We'll make it a date."

"Just you and me?" Greg perked then.

"Sure, babe. We'll go where you want and do what you want. So, you think about that this week." Bruce then moaned as Greg pressed his lips to the palm of his hand. "You keep that up and I'll find a hole to park this thing. We'll go at it in the back seat. And you'll be late for work."

"I don't care at this point." Greg informed him not thinking about his job or anything else at the moment.

He just wanted to feel Bruce's arms around him, he wanted to explore and taste him. Knowing that it would have to last awhile. Greg sullenly looked at his hands, not quite sure what else to say or do at this point. He was happy they were going to be safe and yet, sad they were leaving him behind. He was never indecisive, but he was feeling that way at the moment.

Bruce whipped the car into an abandoned warehouse parking lot. Finding a dark corner to hide in he put the car in park and turned on a little air. Without another word or thought he leaned to him grasping him at the back of the head. Pulling him to him he planted his lips to Greg's. 

The doctor quickly latched onto him half turning to him. He drove his tongue deep into his mouth enjoying the feel of him that almost seemed forgotten, even though they had relished each other the night before. 

"You didn't get enough of me, did you?" Bruce barely pulled away to ask in a whisper.

"Not even..." Greg half laughed.

"You want to take advantage of me, doctor?" Bruce teased.

"I'll take what I can get." the man scarcely returned.

Bruce pulled away stepping out of the car. He ducked down as Greg seemed surprised that he did and only sat there watching him. "Well, come on, stud." the man teased, closing the front door getting into the back of the car.

Post-haste, the doctor jumped out and into the back. Bruce sat waiting as Greg climbed in moving quickly toward him. Without hesitation, he straddled his hips, took his face in both his hands, beginning to ravish his mouth urgently.

It was never the same, never grew old. His ardor for Greg increased every time they were together, every time they touched. He loved this man and would die for him. He ached to experience him fully, to feel him lie quiescent in his arms while he made love to him so very tenderly. He knew Greg's thoughts as if they were his own. Being dominant was not called for at this moment, but tenderness was.

Bruce wasted no time at loosening Greg's shirt and lifting the t-shirt underneath. His hands roamed his upper body licentiously. His fingers lightly traced the outlines and every detail of his chest and abdomen. They lingered here and there to tease with so much painstaking care.

Greg moaned at the feel of a nipple being tormented to very gently. His kiss became ardent almost forcing Bruce's head back against the seat. Another moan escaped him as the gentle fingers squeezed his stippled flesh even more. Then he felt the flat of both hands move slowly across each one.

It felt so good to have this man's hands on him, to know he was restraining himself in anticipation of their release. And knowing the danger this posed to them all if Jonathan should be taken, while they loved each other. Greg sighed, making his final decision.

"Oh, god, Bruce..." he breathed wildly to him. "...I want you so bad."

Looking seriously into his face he moved so that Greg rested beneath him on the seat. The doctor recognized that expression on his face quickly. Without being told, he opened Bruce's shirt and jeans as Bruce did the same for him. It seemed a tug of war for a moment until they were prepared to do what they intended. Bruce had come out of his jeans and shoes and now maneuvered over his lover.

"What are you doing?" Greg asked suddenly. "What if we get ca--"

"Shhh. Don't say it. We won't get caught." He then came down over him pushing onto him fully. His lips met Greg's in a most passionate kiss. Exploring his oral recesses fully, he lingered there for so long. Fulfilling his need and the need of his friend and lover, he remained in his arms, holding him, kissing, touching slowly, gently, and riding Greg all the while.

Greg accepted all of him totally and without reservation. He watched Bruce through half-lidded eyes, his desire for this man overcoming all the problems they faced. This was the Bruce he knew and loved so very tenderly. The side that he rarely showed. And Greg knew that he was doing it for him, which made him love Bruce more. 

His lips moved down Greg's throat, planting kisses as he went. A hand moved to his chest beginning a new torture of an erect nipple. The finger lightly traced the areola, as his lips and tongue teased his flesh. Tasting. Relishing. Moving out over a shoulder. 

The nipple hardened more under the care of Bruce. He lightly took it between a finger and thumb squeezing gently. A tug and Greg was trembling. And he knew it was from the combination of all that he was affording him.

"Bruce!" the man called to him suddenly pulling his body fully to him.

"Yes, Greg?" he almost laughed feeling his demise in the same instant.

Feeling the doctor arch hard toward him, he began to hear his urgent cries of ecstasy. The feel of him pulsing deep inside him flung him quickly over the edge. He pressed his lips almost right over his ear filling it with his labored breath and rapturous sounds.

The harshness of his initial release subsiding, the slickness of his skin underneath his hands, the gentle changeover to muted sounds of residual pleasure all were important to him. He wanted to leave Greg satisfied, content and knowing his love for him. He held him gently to his breast, their combined breathing calming the other. Rocking them gently in the world they had created for themselves. No one else mattered in that moment. Time stood still. They reveled in their shared intimacy, knowing that it would be awhile before they would be together again. 

Sooner than they desired, they were redressing after a moment of afterglow. Bruce jumped back into the driver's seat driving the doctor to the hospital.

When Greg got out of the car he leaned down looking at Bruce silently for a moment. "Take care of yourself out there, Bruce. Don't you dare let anything happen to my family." his voice broke as he fussed lightly. 

"I won't, Greg. You just listen to Ben and stay safe." The man could see the emotion on his face, in his eyes. "Come 'ere, babe. Don't go in there like that." he reached a hand to Greg speaking gently.

Greg moved back in being led to his long time lover. A kiss on each of his filled eyes forced him to close them. More kisses were fluttered over his cheeks and finally his lips. There is where Greg suddenly embraced him clinging to him as if for dear life.

"I'll be fine, Greg. You sure you don't want to go with us?" Bruce whispered softly.

"I wish I could. I just have no more vacation time left to go." he almost began to weep.

"You don't think Doug would give you a break on this?"

"I don't think so. I've been out too much as it is."

"Okay, then, you need to stop this. You'll make yourself sick with all this worry and emotion. Now go on, before I kidnap you." the man grinned slightly at the last. But it was a forced smile. He choked back his own emotions as he watched Greg pull away.

On his way out, Greg hesitated of a second. When he was out of the car, he closed the door rushing inside the building without looking back. He knew if he did he would be going with them after all. And at the moment his patients really needed him.

*****

Jonathan and Tony were completely packed at ready when Bruce entered the room. They were sitting with fresh coffee from the coffee shop across the street. A third cup waited for the man when he return, and all of his belongings were carefully packed and waiting.

They were talking over some important issues of their safety on the road. Jonathan agreed but was becoming so excited he could not sit still. When the door opened he sprang to his feet ready to go.

"Have a seat, guys. We still have a few minutes left. And I need a quick shower before we leave." he smiled, as he rushed into the bathroom with his shower bag closing the door.

"I wonder what's with him?" Jonathan asked.

"Must have been a little tussle between him and Greg." Tony looked to the door concerned. "Don't you worry about it. He'll work through it." the man smiled gently at Jonathan.

"I hope. He really don't need this right before he leaves."

"Drink your coffee and relax. It'll be alright." When Bruce came out he changed his clothes to the surprise of the two. Going to the table, he sat at the place the extra cup had been placed. 

"This for me?" he asked with a hopeful grin.

"Sure it is." Tony informed him then.

"How's Greg?" Tony asked seeing Bruce was a little out of sorts.

"He's worried and scared." He returned, but didn't add his feeling on the matter.

"He should come with us, Bruce. I--"

Bruce held up a hand stopping him. "He had his choice. I gave him the option. He feels obligated to stay and see his patients. So, I don't think that should be questioned or commented about." Bruce removed the lid of his tall coffee taking a long sip. "Are we all ready to go?"

"Sure, Bruce." Jonathan chimed with excitement.

"Good. The yard will be open around seven. We have a few extra minutes before we have to pack the car up and go." He lifted his cup once more taking another sip. Setting it back onto the table, he lit up again. "I really want you to keep in mind that this is my job, not a sight seeing tour. I have to be in New Mexico at a certain time. If I'm late, I'll miss the window for my back haul. Then we might be stuck in New Mexico over the weekend. And that would make me very unhappy, Jon." The man warned.




Bigrig Ch. 13



"I understand."

"Good, do you have your CDL, Tony?" He smiled at Jonathan, and then looked to his friend.

"Yes, I do." He reached into his pocket digging out his wallet to be sure.

"I may let you help me with some driving. If we keep rolling, there's less chance of any of us coming up missing or worse." He commented.

"I agree." Tony pulled his license out of his wallet inspecting it. "Yeah, this is it, right?" He handed it to Bruce to look over.

Bruce glanced it over for the right class. "Yes, this is it. We'll need to get you a logbook, too. I don't want the D.O.T. to give us any problems."

"Sure, you'll have to refresh my memory on it though."

"No problem, Tony. I'm sure once you look at mine, it'll all come back to you." Bruce savored another swallow or two of his gourmet coffee.

"You guys have to remind me to call Greg at least once a day." He put the cup to his lips. 

"Okay. That's a good idea, by the way. It'll take some of the worry out of his day." Tony approved.

"I agree, plus he asked me, too." He looked at Jonathan who was fidgety. "Drink your coffee, Jon. We'll leave here at six thirty." He informed him.

"Okay." the young man lifted his cup, drinking as if to give himself something to do. 

At six twenty, they were loading up the car of all their belongings. Tony went back into the room to be sure they left nothing behind. When he returned, Bruce drove across town to the yard where he had hid his truck. The gate was unlocked as was the huge garage door where the familiar big black Pete was parked. 

Connected to the garage to the right as they approached was the office where Dispatch, along with all of the other office personnel worked. The fuel pumps where to the left of the garage.

Bruce pulled up to the closed door next to the bay where his truck was. Jumping out, he climbed up into the truck starting her up. It grumbled a bit, not use to sitting so long. And Bruce eased it out into the open, coming to a stop just past the car.

Tony got out opening the trunk. Jonathan rushed around to help him unload it into the truck. Bruce popped open the passenger door grabbing what Jonathan had in his hands, placing it all on the bunk in the sleeper. He had decided to allow Jonathan to put everything up for them being he had so much energy that morning.

And the young man rushed back to the car, grabbing what he could carry that Tony had placed on the gravel. Back to the truck he went handing it up to Bruce. To the car he raced again. Back and forth he went until it was all in the truck.

When he had handed Bruce the last of it, he turned to see Tony getting in the car behind the wheel.

"Come on up, Jon. He knows where to hide it. You can start putting everything away. I've gonna get fuel and check in with the office. We'll go get the load then." The man said as he reached for him.

Jonathan took his hand being helped up into the cab. Once in, Bruce closed the door as Jon made his way back to the sleeper. He made quick work of putting all of their belongings away in its place and was sitting in the passenger seat before Bruce had returned from the office and was finished fueling.

Curiously, he reached for the saddle bag that was draped across the seat, to the pouch hanging beside it with a large leather book in it. 

Getting it, he unzipped it studying Bruce's logs. The pages were all the same forms with green background and white blocks for each letter or number. There was a four line grid that began at midnight, ending at midnight, encompassing twenty-four hours. Beneath it were large blank areas for load numbers or shipment descriptions, as well as an end of day inspection report.

Jonathan looked through the used logs getting an idea of what had to be done. He made mental notes of how Bruce had logged his fuel stops, rest stops, and other important factors of his job. Coming to the last day he had logged, it was closed out and finished. But that had been four days prior. He didn't know if he should start the next log on the following day or if he should make it the last day off duty. So he only filled in the blanks leaving the date and grid untouched for Bruce to finish.

He jumped suddenly as Bruce opened the driver's door climbing into the cab. "Whatchya doin', kid?" He grinned knowing right well what he was attempting.

"Trying to catch this up for ya. It's not too hard, but I'm still not sure." he confessed.

"Let me have a look, Jon. I'll finish it. I appreciate you trying, bud." he reached for the book that the young man relinquished to him. 

Placing it open on the steering wheel, he looked it over. "Good job, kid. You've just about got all you can do. The rest is really up to me." 

Jonathan stood approaching watching him finish filling out the date. He realized his first instinct was correct. He also watched as Bruce drew a line straight across the grid on the top line.

"What is the line you're logging?" Jonathan asked.

"It's 'Off Duty'. It means I'm not driving or behind the wheel for any reason, or attending to any of my other duties." He then went on to explain the remainder of the grid-lines.

Jonathan then pumped him full of questions about the logbook. Bruce patiently answered each one as simply as he knew how.

"There's still more you'll learn today when we go get the load. It has to be inspected. I have to hook up and make sure all the lights and equipment is working--"

"Damn, Bruce..." Jonathan giggled. "...When do you get to drive this thing?"

"After..." Bruce put the logbook back in the pouch after starting his log for the day. "...And where the hell is Tony, now?"

"Ain't no tellin'." Jonathan sat in the passenger seat looking around. "Here he comes." He stood moving to the sleeper, sitting on the lid of the portable toilet so Tony could sit in the passenger seat.

"Sorry, I was just making sure they hadn't followed us here." He volunteered as he climbed in. "We need to get going before they figure it out."

Bruce drove out of the yard and headed down south of Macon where he and Jonathan hooked up the trailer. The man then walked the young man through the inspection he had to perform. They got into the trailer inspecting the load to ensure it wouldn't shift in transit. Tony brought back the load locks and straps handing them up to the two. When it was done it looked like a tic-tac-toe board in the back. But at least nothing of the load would fall or lean.

Finally, they were under way, headed up toward Atlanta. Jonathan watched as Bruce dodged several accidents that could have happened because of impatient motorists. And soon they were stopped in traffic on I-285.

"Damn at all the cars." Jonathan fussed with a giggle.

"It's like this everywhere, kid. You just gotta sit back and take yer time or someone might get hurt." Bruce commented.

"I noticed that comin' up here. Don't these people realize you can't stop this thing on a dime?"

"No, they don't. They're in a hurry to get wherever, and just don't think about the dangers at all. It pays to stay back and just let 'em go on, keep a good distance, if at all possible, between the nose and the guy ahead. And just try to stay calm."

"Well, you're more man than me, 'cause I might a cussed one or two back there." he chuckled.

"What for? They don't hear it. And you get all upset over nothin'."

"I could shoot 'em." Tony jested.

"Yeah, right. You keep that thing where it's at and I won't go to jail." Bruce quipped.

"True." Tony grinned. "But I would get the satisfaction." 

They laughed a bit.

"Look at that jerk!" Jonathan pointed out a guy in a pickup trying to push his way ahead of Bruce.

"He probably needs to get off at the next exit, Jon. I'll stay back and let 'im go." Bruce reasoned.

"Man, you've got the patience of Job. I couldn't do this." He piped.

"It takes a special person to do this job. And patience is a virtue that is very much needed out here. We are gone for long periods, usually with little rest, if we intend to make any money. Lonely, most of the time. Risk our lives day after day, you name it." He motioned for the driver of the pick up to go on and fall in line ahead of him. The guy waved a thank you at him and eased on up into place.

"Wow that was nice of 'im."

"Some do, some don't. But we all get where we're goin' sooner or later."

They inched along for a few minutes. The pickup did exit at the next ramp to Jonathan's surprise. And the traffic began to move again not long after.

Soon they were headed west on I-20. Jonathan sat up for a long time watching the scenery as they went. Into Alabama, he began to feel drowsy. By the time they made it around Birmingham, he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"I gotta lay down, Bruce. This riding is makin' me sleepy." he admitted.

"Okay, babe. We'll getchya up if we stop somewhere." The man leaned as Jonathan planted a kiss on his temple. The young man ducked in the back pulling the curtains and crawled into the bunk.

"He didn't last long." Tony chuckled.

"It's okay. He didn't sleep all that well last night either." Bruce confessed.

"Yeah, I heard you guys goin' at it. Thought you'd never stop." he laughed lightly.

"Sorry if we kept you awake." Bruce grinned.

"Don't start subbing to me, Bruce. I like you much better when you're strong and dominant." Tony admitted.

"Well then, kiss my ass, Tony."

"Okay, bear it."

"Oh, you gonna let a little material stop ya?"

"Blow me, Bruce. Jonathan needed that last night was all I meant. You two ain't had no time together."

"I know. And I couldn't wait any longer either."

"I appreciate you guys givin' us some time. We really had fun." Tony confessed.

"Looked like it. And I want to thank you for not hurting him. I must admit, I was worried about it."

"I know, but I kept my wits about me, as hard as it was at one point."

"You did good, Tony."

"When you gonna quit?"

"I hope to get to Shreveport. If I can, you should be able to at least get us to Dallas and I'll take it back from there."

"Okay..."

"West bound..." They heard someone calling on the C.B.

"Go ahead Eastbound." Bruce grabbed the mic answering.

"You gotta 10/36 on yer side at the seventeen yard stick. Traffic's startin' to back up a little."

"Any lanes open, or is it at a dead stop?"

"Both lanes are blocked, driver. If yer in a hurry, you might find a way around." the voice answered.

"'Preciate it, driver. I ain't seen nothin' back that a way, come on big."

"That's a good deal, driver. You keep that dirty side down and outta the ditches, you hear?"

"10/4, you do the same."

"Gotta accident ahead, already." Tony shook his head.

"Yeah, look in the atlas and see if there's a route around it. We don't need to be sitting and have 'the world's most wanted' find us there."

Tony chuckled at Bruce's reference of Maurice. He pulled out the Motor Carrier's Road Atlas thumbing through the laminated pages until he found Alabama, (the first in the alphabetized maps). Of course before that were the 'Weight and Bridge Laws', the 'Permanent Weigh Scales', 'Restricted Routes for Motor Carriers', 'Vehicle Inspection Illustration', 'Instructions on how to properly complete a Logbook', so on and so forth. Just that part along was thick enough to make an entire book alone.

Looking over the map he found a good truck route. "Get off at exit 23. Head south to U.S. 11. Hang a right and go to S.R. 17 North. That'll bring us right back to I-20."

*****

Seven and a half hours later Bruce made his way off the interstate at exit 8 in Shreveport, La. Pulling up to the fuel isle he set the brakes and climbed down fueling the truck. After washing the windshield and all the windows and mirrors, he pulled into a parking spot that luckily emptied as he pulled forward of the pumps.

It was six thirty pm. and parking would be hard to find now. He waited for Tony to return with his fuel ticket before he stepped back to wake up Jonathan. They went into the restaurant to eat a hot meal, returning to the truck about an hour later.

Bruce unlocked the truck and Tony got in behind the wheel filling out his logbook before he started out on the road. He was a little rusty at the shifting, but it would soon come back to him. And Bruce never complained about his grinding a gear or two, knowing it had been a long while since he had driven one of these.

"They've got motion scales up here, now. So, be sure yer in the right lane when you get there." Bruce advised. "Plus, you've got Prepass. The green light is the bypass indicator. You don't even have to go into the coops if you get it. Just keep rollin'."

"Coops?" Jonathan asked.

"Chicken Coops. Scale house." Tony defined for him.

"Oh."

"Yep. We're west bound and down, loaded up and truckin'." Bruce chuckled.

"And a rooster cruisin', mashin' the gas, totin' that ass." Tony added.

"Dodgin' them coops, come on big, Rubber Duck." They laughed.

"Kickin' the cat, walkin' the dog..." Tony added more.

"Kickin' the dog, walkin' the cat." Jonathan barked.

They laughed again.

"Well, we know who likes cats and dogs around here." Tony quipped. "Know any bad cat jokes?"

"Don't torment the poor guy just 'cause he likes furry felines." Bruce jested.

"Cats are sneaky little critters. You gotta watch 'em." Tony commented.

"Yeah, but their so cute and cuddly." Jonathan chimed.

"Dogs are cute and cuddly." Tony stated.

"Their mean and vicious." Jonathan fussed then.

"Ah, that's right. You didn't have a run in with your Uncle's Dobermans did ya?" He glanced back at Jonathan for a second, then back at the road.

"Once or twice. They cornered me a few times like a thief or something. I wanted to shoot 'em both." he returned angrily.

"Sorry to hear that, kid. But you know not all dogs are like those two. It all depends on how ya train 'em."

"Well, I'll just stay the hell away from 'em for now." Jonathan quipped.

Tony made it across the Texas line as they talked. Bruce stayed up with him for an hour to let his meal digest before retiring to the bunk.

"Just give me about two or three hours, Tony. I'll take it from there." He stood patting Tony's shoulder as he went to the back.

Jonathan remained on the portable toilet while the man peeled off his shirt and jeans. He left his boxer briefs on and crawled into bed. The young man then joined him, knowing he would want him beside him. The man curled and arm about him pulling him close.

"After I fall off, why don't you try to sit up with Tony for a while? Keep him company. He ain't slept yet." He requested. "If he gets tired make 'im pull over. I don't want to wake up in a ditch somewhere."

"Okay." Jonathan agreed.



Bigrig Ch. 14



Jonathan stared into Bruce's face for a long moment. It seemed they both were watching the other, as the man was looking longingly back at him. But he smiled gently at the young man.

"What's on yer mind, Jon?" He asked, not sure by the very different look on his face. It was an expression he had never seen on him before.

Jonathan shrugged, feeling he should know. He looked away resting his head on his shoulder for the moment.

"Jonathan?" the man's tone was a bit firmer now. "Don't you shrug me off like that! Now, what's on your mind?" This time his inquiry was more a demand to know, spoken in a statement.

"I was only wondering if you want me." Jonathan looked up into his face but didn't lift his head.

Bruce chuckled a bit lightly. "What, getchya wondering? Are you feeling self-conscious suddenly? Maybe a little inadequate?" He was becoming more familiar with some of the things he and Greg had discussed in the past few days. During the moments when Tony had taken Jonathan out of the motel room to calm down his stir craziness. Flashes of different emotions and warning signs that seemed to lead to his very difficult to deal with problems, were all targets for discussion at every opportunity that they had alone together.

"I guess I am. Maybe a little." Jonathan answered solemnly. 

"And why? You should know by now that I love to hold you and cuddle with you. I know I haven't been around as much as you want. But I do have to work. Just like Greg, I have a responsibility to my job. And you..." He tapped the young man's nose lightly with a finger.

Jonathan giggled a little.

"Then again, I don't want you feeling obligated to me. You're not my whore, do you hear me?" The man was firm on that point.

And the youth looked into his face, knowing he was more than serious. Yet he wasn't really used to not seeing himself that way still.

"Jonathan?" Bruce half sat up looking down into his eyes now. "What did I just say?"

A mist seemed to shroud his eyes as he gazed into Bruce's, and then looked away at the tiny details of the man's chest. "I'm not your whore..." He muttered softly.

"That's right. I love you as a friend, my companion, and sometimes I even think of you as my own kid. But you are not my whore. I never meant that from the beginning and I think you know that, don't you?"

"I do..." He sighed heavily as emotion was beginning to choke him it seemed. The lump that had formed in his throat felt so large to him at the moment.

"I love you, Jonathan. That in itself speaks better of you than just a whore. And I mean that."

"I know, Bruce. I just find it hard to think better of myself sometimes. I've been feeling this way for so long." He admitted.

"Yes, but like Greg told you before, you have to start telling yourself the good things that we say about you, at every turn, kid. It took repetitious comments to get you thinking the way you are now. So, you have to change it, and no longer agree with those, but begin to agree with what we say about you. When you feel your worst, it is the most important time to do this. And you know what?" Bruce leaned closer almost covering his body as he leaned to his ear. "Greg and I have been talking and we both know a very good therapist that we believe would help you a lot. So, if I take you to him, will you cooperate with him and talk to him?"

"Yes, I will..." Jonathan sighed again. "If it'll make you happy."

Bruce recoiled back just a little. He stared down at Jonathan feeling he might be feeling his way around him somewhat. And maybe he was feeling a little apprehensive about talking to a total stranger. It wasn't more what would make him happy, it was about how Jonathan felt that mattered most to him. But, if he had to use a little psychology of his own, he would.

"Yes, Jon. That would make me very happy." He returned with a little emphasis.

"Okay, then I'll do it." Jonathan stated with some firmness.

"Good." Bruce settled over him again getting comfortable. "And at the moment, I would love to have you, but I only have a little while to rest. I'd like it if you held me until I go to sleep. Would you do that for me?"

Jonathan smiled, squirming onto his back looking squarely up at him. "I'd love that, Bruce."

*****

Jonathan had dozed for only a moment when he felt the truck swerve a little. Looking at Bruce who was sound asleep, he inched his way out from under him in an attempt to not wake him.

"Were you goin', Jon?" Bruce muttered in his sleep.

"Just goin' to check on Tony." the young man whispered.

"Okay..." the man turned onto his side facing the back wall of the bunk.

Jonathan got up, going up front sitting in the passenger seat. He rubbed his eyes trying to wake up and help Tony stay awake for a while.

"Damn four wheeler, almost clipped the front end." Tony grumbled.

It was then Jonathan noticed the car not far ahead. And Tony was barreling through Dallas on I-20, at a high rate of fuel consumption.

"Um, Tony..." Jonathan pointed ahead. "...Is that a cop?"

Immediately, the man flipped a switch and the truck began to rumble while it slowed dramatically.

"Shit..." The man growled. "...Thanks, Jonathan. That could have gotten us into a whole heap of trouble."

"I thought so. But I did want to tell you to slow down before you got caught." the younger man stated. "What was that you turned on? The whole truck made that noise." Jonathan asked curiously.

"It's a Jake Brake, or engine brake. It does make a noise. And using it, I don't have to step on the brakes at all. That would incriminate me and the cops would've come after me for sure. Stepping on the brake alerts 'em to my guilt." He laughed a bit.

"Well, just be careful, Tony. I know you don't want to hurt anyone, and Bruce would be furious if you wreck his truck." Jonathan commented.

"I know. I was just being a little overzealous, I guess."

"How ya feelin'?" 

"Pretty spry right now. Why?"

"Oh, just checkin'."

"Oh, are you my sleepy patrol, now?" Tony grinned, glancing at him for a second, then back at the road.

"Well, I guess so. Nobody else here to do it." Jonathan teased.

They talked for hours. Tony passed Whetherford not paying any attention to it as he went by both the Petro and the Pilot there. Continuing to talk for more than three more hours, Tony began to quiet down and feel very drowsy.

"Tony..." Jonathan spoke softly as he watched the man's eyelids fighting to remain open. "...Why don't you find somewhere to stop? Bruce told me to make you stop if you get sleepy." He stated.

"Okay, kid. Look in this little book here, and find us a large or medium truck stop to pull into." He reached up into the cabinet overhead, handing Jonathan a pocket sized truck stop book. "It's in alphabetical order by state. Then in numerical order by Interstate or road."

"Okay..." Jonathan looked for Texas finding I-20. "...Where are we?" He asked, then noticed the entries were by exit numbers.

"We're at the 214 mile marker." Tony said, as they passed the marker.

"Okay, Big Springs is the first. There's a Travel Center of America there."

"A T/A... Probably full, but we'll make a spot somewhere. That way Bruce can get some coffee when he wakes up." Tony stated then.

Jonathan tried to keep Tony awake as they maneuvered down the interstate highway. But the man was just too tired to really be able to even pay attention to his ramblings. It seemed the more he talked, the sleepier Tony became.

Finally, out of desperation, Jonathan stood moving to him. Leaning over the back of the chair and the man's shoulder, he gently began to nip at the man's ear.

"What are you up to, kid?" Tony chuckled then.

"Just keeping you awake until we get to the truckstop." He then lightly followed the gentle curve of the man's outer ear with the tip of his tongue.

"Hmm. You keep that up and you may be in some trouble." Tony stated softly leaning his head away to give the young man more access to his ear. "...And for God's sakes, don't stick your tongue in my ear. I hate that." he added.

Jonathan laughed lightly. "Maybe I will, just to keep you awake."

"Jonathan? I mean it..." The man chided.

"I'm only teasing, man. Don't take me so serious all the damn time." 

"Whatever, you just do it an' see what happens."

"Ooh, I'm so sceered." Jonathan feigned trembling with fear. 

His hand moved slowly down Tony's arm. With a very light touch he explored lazily. At the same time, he took the lobe into his mouth drawing on it softly.

Tony moaned, and it seemed to encourage the youth to do more.

"Keep you're eyes open, Tony." He whispered, watching the man close them briefly enjoying the contact that Jonathan was affording him.

"I'm trying, kid. It just feels so good." The man muttered.

The hand was retracted from the arm. Its fingers found the top button of the man's shirt. Pushing it through the hole, they inadvertently grazed Tony's flesh as he searched for another.

Tony shivered a bit at the feel of his light gentle touches. He leaned his head back on Jonathan's shoulder watching the road, more alert now.

"How is that, Tony? Are you awake now?"

"Oh, I'm very awake, kid." The man returned emphatically.

Jonathan chuckled as he opened the shirt languidly all the way down. His fingers grazing the man's skin with unintentional touches that were so very stimulating to the man. And when he had finished ridding them of the barrier of clothing, his hand began to plunder his upper body painstakingly slowly.

All the while, he watched where they were going. Seeing the city limits sign for Big Springs, he lightly pressed his lips to the man's ear. "Don't miss the T/A." he whispered, his lips softly brushing the man's ear as he did.

Another shudder came from Tony as sensation washed over him. It skittered down his body to his toes, coming back up once more. His manhood swelled with it, beginning to stir his desires even more.

"You're in trouble now, Jonathan." Tony stated with a chuckle.

"Good. I like getting into trouble with you." He gave him a brief hug as the man turned on the blinker and the truckstop came into full view. Moving to the passenger seat, he waited until Tony found a spot to park the rig.

It was then that Tony grasped the curtain pulling it past his window and the windshield before him. Jonathan then stood, taking it from him. He covered the remaining windows then sat again.

"Oh, no you don't. Come 'ere you little tease." The man reached for him, grasping his arm. "Finish what you started or you'll pay dearly, kid." He pulled him toward him gently.

"Maybe I should just go to bed, then." Jonathan jested.

"You wouldn't dare..." The man slipped an arm around him as he looked up at Jonathan's face with a grin.

"You wanna find out?"

The man laughed quietly not wanting Bruce to wake up just yet. "Getchyer ass to work, boy." He suddenly grasped the front of his shirt, jerking him closer. "Better yet, strip..." A light shove sent the youth back to the passenger seat with a plop.

Jonathan giggled. "I just love when you treat me like that." He admitted.

"I know..." Tony smiled. "...Now, come on, so I can lay down with ya. Take it all off, babe." The man spoke gently to him.

Jonathan made quick work of ridding himself of all his clothing. He then moved to the man lifting a leg that Tony grasped, feeding it to the far side of the chair. Had Jonathan been thicker in the legs, he would not have been able to straddle the man in the driver's seat.

Tony then grasped his bottom in both hands pulling him flush to his body. "You feel that?" The man asked almost as if in anger. "You did that. Now, you'll do somethin' about it."

Jonathan grinned as he did feel the hardness of Tony. Inertly he moved his pelvis against him. Wrapping his arms around the man, his body moved slowly over Tony's fully clothed body.

"Yes, Jonathan..." The man's hands roamed over his back. "How does that feel? You like that, don't you?"

It started at the top of his head, spreading through Jonathan quickly. The sudden stippling of every pore in his body caused him to suck air abruptly, shortly. 

"Yes, Tony..." He moaned in returned. He was finding the simple things the man did, always turned him on. Like the way he teased him with his words while they made love or played a little.

"Hmm. I just turned you on." The man chuckled lightly.

"Yes, Tony. More please..." Jonathan almost seemed to whine and moan at the same time.

"You want it, Jonathan?" He asked as the young man began to move against him with more fervor.

"Yes, Tony..." The youth breathed into his ear. "...I want it badly."

"Hmm. And what if I make you work for it? What would you say then?" the man proposed.

"I'll do anything you say, Tony. You know that."

"Yes, I do. Put your hands behind you. Grab the steering wheel and don't you dare let go." He ordered softly.

Jonathan reached behind him to the steering wheel that Tony had long since moved up out of the way. It forced his back to arch toward the man somewhat. And new sensations washed over Jonathan right away.

"Don't stop whatchyer doin', boy." The man barked softly to him when the young man seemed to almost quit his movement.

It started again and Tony began to take advantage of the situation. The hands that were around him now moved around his sides. With feathery light touches, he tormented many of Jonathan's hot spots along his sides. A smile was produced that grew each time the youth shuddered or sucked air suddenly. He could feel him hardening even more between them. And it aroused him so, to gain such an effect on him.

The hands moved up over his chest to his shoulders. He was being so gentle at the moment, with good reason. It was his desire to draw the younger man to such a point that he could barely stand it, before he even thought about anything else.

His fingers traced upward, scarcely touching his flesh as they moved over his throat to his jaw and grasped his face. Pulling him closer, he tenderly brushed his lips. That was when Jonathan unlatched his hands from the wheel bringing them around to surround Tony again.

Immediately the man reached behind him to the handcuff clip on his belt. Jonathan heard the light clinging of metal to metal wondering what he meant to do now. His arm reappeared, lifting to gently take the left arm in hand. And at the first opportunity, he locked the cuff around his wrist.

"I told you not to let go. If you can't do that, I'll have to make you do it." He said as he carefully moved the arm back into place behind the youth, letting the open cuff fall on the inside of the wheel. Taking the other arm, he latched that wrist in the cuff. Now, Jonathan was locked to the wheel and could not be free of it.

Tony stared into his face with so much longing then. He had always fantasized of doing this with someone. Now, it was about to come true for him. His arousal soared higher, causing him to begin to throb with excitement.

Grasping the youth's jaw lightly, he urged him back toward to wheel. Jonathan let his head drift back some to allow him room for whatever he had planned.

"You know you are about to fulfill one of my deepest desires, Jonathan." The man whispered. "...I've always wanted to do this with someone. And you are the best candidate I could ever have."

"Then I hope I make it the best for you, Tony." Jonathan muttered in return.

"Oh, I have no doubt o' that, kid. You have a knack for makin' everything the best for me." He commented softly.

The hand that lightly gripped his jaw now moved down over his throat again. Not stopping, it traveled slowly down the center of his chest and abdomen.

"Such a beautiful body you have, Jonathan. And you know how to use it. I like that." the man muttered to him.

The hand came back up. He turned it so that the backs of his fingers inertly brushed the younger man's flesh as they moved. Jonathan's body shuddered again and again. Tony almost had to stifle a laugh here and there. But then, why? Why should he? He was in control at the moment. What would it matter if he did laugh?

"You like that don't you, Jonathan?"

"Yes..." The youth answered on his breath.

"How does it feel to not be able to move yer hands? You being locked to the wheel while I do whatever, does that excite ya?"

"Oh, yes. And I can't hold you, or do anything, no matter what you do." The youth returned in a whisper.

"Yes, that turns me on." He leaned closer then. "Should I grasp your nipple between my finger and thumb? Would you like it?" His lips began to brush Jonathan's ear as he breathed into it.

"Yes, I'd like that."

He did as he had described to him giving the raised flesh a light squeeze. "How is that? You want more?"

"Oh, yes, Tony..." Jonathan squirmed a bit. "...Please."

"Hmm." Tony almost quivered himself as Jonathan began to beg a little. He squeezed it harder. Gradually. Slowly applying pressure to the nipple. Jonathan soon sucked in air.

"Is it too much? Or are you wantin' to gorge yerself on a little pain?"

"Just a little." The youth answered, squirming more as Tony held the pressure that started to rise somewhat.

"More?"

"Yes..." Jonathan's chest rose and fell faster. He clenched his teeth drawing air through them audibly.

"More?"

"Yes..." His mouth then came open a little, air rushing sporadically through it.

"I think that's enough for now." Tony released it watching the apex of his nipple turning blue.

Jonathan relaxed suddenly with a groan. A whine followed that told Tony he had not been ready to stop yet. He chuckled at the fact that he was torturing his desires a little.

"What if I decide I want to bend you over the steering wheel and fuck you?" Tony moved the pad of his finger lightly over the abused nipple now.

Jonathan only moaned at the idea.

"My body would be so compressed against you because of the confined space we're working in. Not much movement allowed for, but very effective in sealing me to you and deep inside you, Jonathan. Would you like that?" He had leaned to him whispering into his ear once again.

"God, Tony..." Jonathan groaned. The man seemed so different at the moment. This man was not the Tony he had known in the past. His words seemed more arousing, more salacious, eloquently spoken as if from someone educated. 

But of course, he knew Tony had done much in his life. From being a truck driver, to becoming a nurse, and following his desires all through life. He hadn't let anything or anyone stop him from achieving his goals. It made him realize that maybe he should follow in his footsteps a little.

"Hm? You were saying?" Tony laughed lightly. "Should I take that as a, 'yes'?" He teased.

Letting the pads of the four fingers rest on his chest, he moved them languidly across the youth's chest.

"Tony, anything you do at this point would drive me crazy." Jonathan finally said.

"Oh? Are you excited? Have I aroused you? You feel so hard, Jonathan. Or should I just stop now, and go to bed?"

"No, Tony!" Jonathan's head came up, looking down his body at the finger and thumb that trapped the opposing nipple between them. "Please, don't stop." His eyes lifted to meet the man's mischievous stare.

"Why not, Jonathan?" He teased further, gradually applying pressure to it as he had the first.

Jonathan began to respire erratically once more. "That wouldn't be fair. I'm so turned on by all this." He admitted.

"Ah..." Tony grinned broader. "So, the truth is known now. You like this."

"Yes, I do."

"You want more." 

"Oh yes, Tony." Jonathan was more expressive about it now. "...Please."

"Hmm." More sensation spread through Tony that he had to open his lips slightly and allow a long exhale to escape him.

"I'm enjoying it too, Jonathan. The way yer responding is so erotic to me. And I want to go on and see how much more I can make you stand before you have to get off." He watched the younger man's face as the pressure of his caught nipple built under his finger and thumb.




Bigrig Ch. 14



Jonathan let his head drop back again. He whined shortly with one of his exhales that he had held in for a second or two.

"More, Jonathan?"

"Yes..." The youth groaned low.

He squeezed minutely harder. "More?"

"Please..." He whined again.

Tony let it go, but leaned toward the nipple catching it between his lips. Allowing his tongue to travel around it, he moistened it then drew back a bit to lightly blow on it. Watching, it suddenly hardened more, seeming to become solidly rigid.

Right away, he clamped down on it with his teeth. In the same instant, his hands grasped both sides the fingers biting into his flesh strongly. He jerked the youth toward him so he could relax to do this. But at the same time, it stretched the youth's body allowing for more sensation. 

Looking up he saw and heard Jonathan gasp. He choked back a yelp that would have awakened Bruce. Audibly, he respired, his chest lifting toward Tony suddenly, and then falling a second or two after. And with each exhale came a perceptible short whine. 

Jonathan fought to remain quiet as Tony slowly applied even more pressure to his nipple. The mounting pain he had long begun to feel greatly added to his rising demise. If the man didn't stop soon, he would be spilling his guts all over them in orgasmic release.

"Tony, you're gonna make me come..." He wheezed suddenly, knowing the man wasn't ready for that just yet.

"Hmm." The man gave a hard tug on the nipple before he released it completely.

Jonathan gasped again. His member twitched suddenly and he grunted as he forced it to hold back. "Don't touch me." He strained to say instantly.

Tony released him completely, folding his arms across his chest. Jonathan didn't move for a long moment as his aching need began to slowly subside. He was throbbing so terribly he was almost tempted to just be done with it. That would feel so good to him. But it would also end Tony's little adventure with him.

And the man watched as Jonathan came short of panting while he strained to control his body. A smile lifted the corners of his lips. He was so enjoying this. It was just about to drive him insane as he observed the effect he had had on him. 

But he also was controlling himself. He didn't want Jonathan to know just how much this was arousing him at the moment. Though, he knew the youth could feel it, he suspected the distractions he had been delivering were keeping him from realizing the fact. 

Slowly Jonathan began to relax. Tony looked down to see he was starting to calm and was just about ready to begin again. He still waited until the still hard flesh of him had only just begun to grow slightly flaccid, then he placed his hand on his thighs just above his knees.

"Very good, Jonathan. I like the fact that you want to make this little experience a most exciting one for me. But of course, I also know that you are just as aroused by it as I am, if not more." His hands slowly traveled toward his body over the top of the thighs. When they reached their goal, they moved to the outside gliding back toward the knees.

His touch was patient. Transcendently slow. The hand and fingers barely touching him. It sent shivers through Jonathan at every turn.

The man leaned forward planting kisses here and there over his chest. His lips lightly brushed a nipple only to trap it between them again. But this time he slowly teased it with so much gentleness. The tip of the tongue sneaked out lightly grazing the apex for a moment. And his breath heightened the stimulation as it was warm but cooled quickly.

"I want you, Jonathan." the man whispered finally while the hands started a new trek up the inner thighs now. "I want to bury my cock in you so deep you almost choke on it." He described to the youth with so much expression. "You'd like me to fuck you, wouldn't you?" The emphasis he was using was almost forceful.

"Yes, Tony..." Jonathan was breathing erratically again at his verbal taunting.

"Hmm. Yes, you would like that. I could push into you so slowly. Pull out and ram into you suddenly. I'll torture you like that, until you can't stand it anymore. Then I'll stop and make you wait until I'm ready for you to come. And I'll just start all over again." He chuckled.

Jonathan's was riddled with stimulation now. The combination of his light kisses, his hands moving torturously slow over the tender flesh of his inner thighs, and the meaning of his descriptions was forcing him to a higher plane of erotic sensation. 

"Or maybe I'll just fuck you hard and fast, like the other night." Tony was saying, now.

Jonathan whined as those memories came flooding into his mind suddenly. That night was so highly arousing to him he had loved every minute of it. And Tony had been all he had hoped he would be. Forceful. Menacing. Coarse. Deliberate. Yet, he was aware of himself and his strength, not hurting him so that he injured him at all.

"You love it didn'tchya?" the man chuckled at his response.

"Oh yes, Tony." Jonathan moaned.

The hands finally reached his body. He sucked air as a hand traveled up his lower abdomen, while the other grasped his maleness. The tug he gave caused him to tense, arching hard toward the man.

"No, no, Jonathan. Don't you dare..." The man warned.

Jonathan's head came up. He grunted again as his chin met his chest. Tony released him suddenly, folding his arms over his chest once more.

"You are so highly aroused, Jonathan. Maybe I should wait until you grow completely limp this time." Tony proposed.

"Maybe so..." the youth strained to say. He breathed, concentrating on holding back for the man.

"Do you know where the jar of Vaseline is?" Tony asked.

"Sure..." The youth answered, his voice still labored.

"When I let you go, why don't you get it for me." The man requested but didn't move at the moment. He knew if he did, Jonathan would lose his battle of the moment with his body.

"Okay..." And Jonathan knew that this would divert his attention to something else. It would be helpful in causing him to calm even more.

Finally, Tony unlocked only one of his hands from its cuff. Jonathan moved right away disappearing into the back. Quickly, he returned with the large jar. He handed it to Tony then waited for his next command.

"Let me undress first. I want to feel all of you." The man turned in the seat. The younger man sat on the passenger seat watching as Tony disrobed before him. He then followed him with his eyes as he sat again in the driver's seat.

"Come on..." Tony reached a lazy hand to him, guiding him the way he wanted him. And now, Jonathan stood facing the windshield.

The man's hand slowly moved up his spine. Grasping his neck he leaned him over the wheel. Gently. The hair that hung down Jonathan's back he moved over a shoulder to get a clear view of his body. Reaching, he enclosed his wrist in the cuff that locked him to the wheel once more.

Jonathan rested completely on the wheel. Waiting. Anticipating Tony's next move. His legs spread; he offered the man a perfect view of him, which he knew Tony was eying at the moment.

And he was. The man's hands finally came up cupping the backs of his thighs. They moved upward slowly while his eyes remained on their goal. The hands met with his cheeks, gently spreading them open. With a thumb he teased his opening in light circular motions.

Jonathan's head came up and he gasped at his first touch of his thighs. He began to tremble right away as they moved up the backs finding their goal. The teasing of it made him moan to the man so softly. He rested his head back on an arm waiting again. Slowly he pushed back against his touch receiving the intrusion willingly.

His breathing elevated instantly. Feeling Tony oblige him by pushing the thumb deeper into him, he moaned his approval again.

"More, Tony..." He breathed to the man.

The thumb came out and a finger slipped in, now. Slowly it invaded him until it could go no further. But the man then pushed more until the bud almost surrounded his last knuckle. He turned it then, forcing it to stretch him suddenly.

Jonathan gasped, bolting upward abruptly. A coarse hand, now met his back coercing him back to the wheel easily. The young man began to slowly move against the finger now, becoming quiet with what Tony was doing.

He allowed him this for a moment, then pulled the finger back thrusting it forward strongly. Jonathan almost yelped again. But quelled it before it slipped out.

"More, Tony..." His delivery was low, but strong and labored.

"Boy, you'd better not..." The man warned. "...If I need to stop, you'd better tell me."

"No please, Tony. Don't stop now." The youth groaned back to him, straining to keep his voice down.

"You come, and I swear I'll spank that ass so hard." The man warned.

"I won't, I swear, I won't." Jonathan proposed.

Tony drew the finger back adding a second one. He shoved it in after getting them past the folds of his opening. It brought a chuckle to watch Jonathan fight to keep quiet and yet enjoy the pleasures he was affording him. His responses were far more than he had imagined them to be.

He watched Jonathan's hips ride back onto his fingers so deliberately. Willfully. Wanting to be filled with more than just his fingers, he knew this. And it was his intention to make that so profound for him at the moment. He wanted him to desire it. Needed it. Wanted it more than anything. Craving it. Almost tasting it.

And the sight of his fingers disappearing into him, reappearing again, made him want to drive his manhood so deep into the young man. He was beginning to hunger for it. Wanting to feel him surrounding him in the warmth and darkness of his body. Thrusting into him powerfully, only to stop then ease out so very slowly.

A chuckle escaped him as he tormented his own mind with such thoughts and mental pictures. He drew the fingers back ramming them into the youth again watching him bolt. This time he saw Jonathan biting his lower lip to keep quiet.

"Come on, Tony. More..." The youth demanded now.

Tony pulled them back slowly, shoving them in again. This time Jonathan was ready and pushed back hard onto them. Tony exhaled suddenly. This was exciting him more than he expected. Removing the fingers he reached for the jar. After a moment, he reached up to the paper towels that hung overhead from above.

Then he stood putting a knee on the seat. "You need to let me put my foot where yours is." He informed the young man.

Jonathan moved almost closing his legs then. Tony straddled the seat aiming his flesh where he wanted it. Slowly he pushed in. "Open your legs as far as you can." He instructed.

Jonathan spread them, meeting the door with one foot and the console that met the floor with the other.

Once his thick bulbous head was past the folds of his opening, he reached grasping the top of wheel feeling the chain of the cuffs beneath them. He then pushed into him as far as he could. Coming down over Jonathan, he rested there for a moment.

"You just wait, Jonathan..." He seemed almost breathless to the youth. "...I'm gonna make you squirm." He chuckled then. "...You'll beg me to let you come."

With that, he pulled back so slowly. Jonathan anticipated that he would ram him once he was almost completely backed out of him. But he didn't, to his surprise. Instead, he moved back in with the same rhythm as he had evacuated.

Again, Tony drew back torturously slow. With the identical pace, he reentered him again. Another inert reversal and Jonathan was beginning to breathe heavily.

"Yes, Jonathan. Tormenting ain't it?" He laughed lightly.

"Please, Tony..." He begged.

"Oh, no..." The man stopped the movements of his hips by grasping them firmly. "...You just lie there and let me do what I want, damn it." The man growled.

Now the youth could see the need for the handcuffs. He wanted so much to be free of the wheel, turn and fuck himself on the man's flesh. It was such a strong emotion that he felt. Call it a need or craving, if you desire. He felt that. One that was adding to his excitement, arousal and the pleasure that was so torturous for him now.

Tony continued his slow ministrations for a few more passes. He gripped the wheel again painstakingly slowing down even more.

"God, Tony..." Jonathan would have never known such a thing would provoke him so. "Please, fuck me." He begged now.

Tony chuckled leaning his cheek on the side of the young man's head. "You mean like this?" He shoved into him suddenly, strongly keeping his body pinned to the wheel at the same time.

"Oh god, Tony..." He wheezed suddenly attempting to come up off the wheel, but found himself trapped there.

And Tony loved the feel of his sudden bolt. It was almost a struggle between them that he held at bay. That was even more stimulating to the man. The feel of his fight however different it was.

The man backed out slowly again. "Yer lovin' this. I can tell." The man teased.

"I think yer lovin' it more." Jonathan's breath was obviously labored now.

"Yes, more than you know." He admitted but didn't tell him why. He rammed into him again. Powerfully strong.

"God, Tony..." Jonathan pushed back onto him again as the man withdrew like so many times before. "...I can't..." He attempted to get more, but it just wasn't the same. "...Please, Tony...fuck me, damn it." He said the last stronger than he had meant to.

"Shhh..." the man scolded instantly. "...Please don't wake up Bruce just yet. I want more from this with you. Just a little longer, kid."

Jonathan nodded, resting his head on his arm again. He couldn't help but feel so important to Tony suddenly. That this was something special to the man between them was a bit much for him emotionally.

They felt the truck buck slightly, as Bruce probably turned over. Each of them held their breath hoping he wasn't getting up. After a long moment they resumed their excursion. 

As they did, Bruce lay in the back listening. He smiled as Jonathan gasped suddenly expressing to Tony that he wanted more. And his friend only chuckled, telling Jonathan to just wait, damn it. He almost wanted to laugh about it. And his curiosity was getting the better of him. 

Slowly he moved out of bed going to the portable toilet. Relieving himself he put the lid down parking on it. With a finger, he opened the curtain enough to see that Tony had Jonathan bent over the wheel. Now why hadn't I thought of that? He almost laughed. But as he looked closer, he realized that Jonathan was cuffed to his steering wheel. 

Hmm. He thought to himself. Now that looks like a tease if I ever saw one. I wonder if he'd let me borrow those? God, I hope he didn't forget his keys.

Tony pulled back again. Slowly. His tenacity at the pace he had set for the moment was making Jonathan squirm beneath him. And the man was enjoying it to the fullest. Just the feel of his body moving around, heightened his stimulation so that he had to stop for a moment.

"Be still, kid." He breathed huskily into his ear.

"What, the pressure getting' to ya?" The youth jested.

"Watch it kid. Yer in a bad spot to be antagonizing me." The man warned.

"Oh, yeah. I am ain't I." The young man was sarcastic. "You know whatever you dish out, I can take it." 

"Yeah, but I can make it very uncomfortable for ya, too."

"Ooh, threats..." The youth giggled softly. He rested his head on the wheel once more.

After a few minutes, Tony began again. He tormented Jonathan with his slow entry and withdrawal. Shoving into him unexpectedly, he made Jonathan begin to squirm again.

"Fuck me, Tony..." The youth growled at him finally.

"Yes, fuck 'im, Tony." Bruce whispered so very softly from behind the curtain as he watched. His free hand had his member in its grasp stroking the hardened length of it. And the idea struck him that when Tony was finished that he could be next. He had always wondered if it could be done that way. Now he knew. And he wanted to go at it with the kid.

He watched as Tony's strong length began a smooth even stride. Thrust after thrust he watched it appear, then bury itself deep into Jonathan. Wave after wave of sensation came over him here and there. He loved to watch Tony work. He was an artful lover to say the least.

But to watch him with Jonathan was even more arousing to him. The young man was such a good sport even though he might want more than what was being given at the moment. Tony was obviously controlling his desire to ram him hard and fast. He was trembling from it. And Bruce knew it right away. He just knew Tony all too well, to be honest.

"More, Tony..." The young man groaned.

Tony obliged thrusting a little harder now. He pushed into him groaning here and there as the pressure mounted in him. And Jonathan pushed back onto him, meeting his strides with his own. They pulled and pushed on the steering wheel until Bruce thought they might break the telescope mechanism. But they didn't thankfully.

Jonathan was beginning to come up a bit off the wheel. He shoved his body back against Tony meeting him with a slap each time. His panting had long begun and Bruce knew he was about to explode soon. Especially when Tony grasped his length in his hand beginning to stroke him.

"Tony..." The young man whined. "...More..." He pleaded yet again.

Suddenly, with his free hand, Tony shoved Jonathan down against the wheel. He plunged into him with a strength that caused the youth to almost squeal. 

"Yes, Tony!" Jonathan cried out then.

"There it is..." Tony called back as the first of Jonathan's spasms began. "Yes, baby. Give it to me." He leaned over him spewing into him as soon as it started.

Bruce was beside himself then. The two of them together was just more than he had known it would be. And watching them in the throes of such pleasure overcame him just as quickly. He suddenly released himself still wanting to have Jonathan at the wheel. Strongly he struggled to maintain as he continued to watch the two of them coming together. And Jonathan was squirting all over his floor. But that could be cleaned up, he told himself.

And finally they were calming. Tony rested atop Jonathan for a moment before he pulled out moving away from the wheel. He picked up his pants, pulling out the keys. Bruce stood, stepping out from behind the curtain.

"Don't let 'im go, just yet." The man grinned wryly. "I think I'd like a go at 'im." He removed his boxer briefs straddling his seat. Leaning over Jonathan's naked body, he came close to his ear. "You look so luscious in this position, cuffed to my wheel. Are you game for a little more? Or are you too tired to go on?"

"Oh no..." Jonathan giggled. "...Stick it to me."

Bruce laughed. "Lascivious little man, ain'tchya?"

"You bet, man." Jonathan tried to look up at him, only to find he was trapped there again.

Bruce eased into him slowly, so hard and throbbing, he didn't think he would last too long. He sighed as he slipped in so easily. And the warmth of him was deliciously tempting, to say the least. He felt Jonathan contract around him to give him more sensation.

"Oh yes, Jonathan..." The man groaned aloud. "That feels very good." He commented emphatically on his breath. His lips grazed his ear as he spoke.

"You gonna play with me too? Or you gonna get right down to business?" Jonathan teased.

"Oh, I don't know. I may do a little of both." The man quipped with a smile.

"You gonna fuck me, fuck me. Don't play with it. I don't know if I can handle anymore o' that."

"Oh, now ain't you being a little bold now? Especially, when you can't do a damn thing about it if I do." The man retorted playfully. He laughed a little then. It was a very wicked laugh that told Jonathan he should have just kept his mouth shut.

Slowly he pulled back as he had seen Tony do. His friend laughed about it.




Bigrig Ch. 14



"There ya go. Make 'im pay for that little comment." He taunted, egging the man on.

"You guys ain't right!" Jonathan bucked against Bruce suddenly.

The man drew back his hand slapping his bottom then.

"Ouch!" Jonathan came up suddenly at the sting of his strike.

"Oh, yeah right!" Tony quipped. "I know better." He commented strongly. "Give 'im some more, Bruce. He's being obnoxious."

Another smack on the other cheek proved to be even more abruptly hot. Jonathan whined now getting into the rhythm that this was headed in. And to have Bruce doing it was so different and very arousing for him.

"That's better..." Tony commented. "...He's startin' to straighten up, now. But just for G.P., maybe a few more would make him mind."

Bruce was rubbing the hot sting away so gently. All the while his member was slowly invading him, withdrawing at the same pace. Jonathan said not much else, but kept his mind focused on the pleasure he was being afforded.

More strikes came. He began to writhe from the building heat and pain of it. It begun to concern him that he might not be able to sit when he was finished. But he said nothing, but to yelp and wriggle beneath him with each strike, and the slow strides that were impaling him so torturously.

Bruce couldn't help himself. The feel of Jonathan contracting around him suddenly with every slap was so good to him. And though Jonathan was holding a constant pressure on him, he would squeeze him even more as he spanked him. Oh, how delicious this was to him. Even though he knew he would have to stop soon, he just wanted a few more and he would quit. And he knew he was not even as strong with his delivery as Tony would be.

Finally, he did stop. He also began to plunge into him evenly, smoothly. Constantly battering his bottom with his pelvis, he moved into him, filling him up with each stride, only to retract and start again.

"Bruce..." Jonathan finally spoke again. It was a strong lustful sound that drove the man wild with its breathy desire. "More...please."

Bruce was lost in the moment. He wasn't even aware that Tony was even there anymore. And that he was stroking his member as he had done, concealed behind the curtain. He shoved into Jonathan harder, faster. His delivery was more than he had ever given the young man. But he was not so strong that he would hurt him. He wasn't even close.

Still, he plowed into him, meeting his body with a strong distinct slap. The youth's body rocked upward even though he was pushing back against the man. And the feel of his body beneath him, the power of his control over him, knowing he was locked to the wheel and couldn't stop him if he tried, all of this caused the man to soar. His heightened experience was over the top before he knew it.

Quickly, he grasped the young man's length. Stroking with every bit of conscious effort he could manage, he did.

"Come on, Jonathan. I can't..." He panted, then felt Jonathan spasm in his hand. "Oh, yes, baby." He listened as the young man cried out his pleasure to him. "God, that's so good. I love to hear you coming."

And Bruce succumbed to it almost instantly. His body seemed to have a mind of its own at the moment. It jerked as it never had before. He groaned into Jonathan's ear unconsciously strong. And he had to force himself to ride it out for the kid's sake. What a strong orgasm this was indeed.

Still, it just didn't last long enough to him. And he was resting over the young man panting in his ear. Slowly, he became aware of Jonathan's heavy breathing. Maybe it had been just as good for him.

"Bruce, we have to do that again sometime." Jonathan piped.

That answered his question then. He smiled. "Yes, kid. We do."

"What about me? This was my idea ya know!" Tony stood announcing.

"I meant you to, knucklehead." Jonathan barked.

"Ooh, let me at 'im, Bruce." Tony lunged for them right away.

"Tony, get dressed. The kid's only teasing you."

"I know, but damn." The man picked up his shirt slipping it onto his arms. "He's gotta mouth, ya know. I'm gonna plug it before it's over, I swear."

"Good, he'd probably like that." Bruce stood straight carefully backing out of him. "And unlock him so he can clean up and dress." The man stepped over the seat and back into the sleeper to dress as well.



Bigrig Ch. 15



Bruce climbed down out of the truck with his two mugs in hand. He trudged across the parking lot where many rigs were parked side by side grumbling as the drivers slept. Each on was lit up with marker lights, some more than others. The amber and red of them, in the truck stop parking lot, seemed to match that of a small town at Christmas.

And it seemed a dark and dismal night. One that he had not seen in a long while. A mist had formed in the air seeming to shroud everything around him. The pavement beneath him was damp. Very fine droplets were falling, moistening his hair. It was cool as it touched his skin soothing the heat of his body a bit. After having Jonathan at the wheel, he was heated and the chill of the finite misty rain made for a comforting finish, really.

Stepping up onto the walkway, he made his way to the door. Pulling it open, he made tracks to the men's room right off. He stepped into the handicapped stall being it had a sink and he could sponge himself. Setting the mugs on the back of the toilet he relieved his bladder first, then washed his hands and then the mugs. Finally, he began to sponge using the brown paper from the dispenser. All the while he scolded himself for forgetting to bring his washcloth along.

Wetting the towel, he squirted the soap onto it. Giving the paper a good squeeze he loosened his clothing beginning to wash. Making short work of it, he tossed the paper in the receptacle. Pulling on the handle he tore off another sheet that he wetted, then used it to rinse off all of the soap. When his body was clean of the soap, he dispensed one more sheet to dry with. Now he felt better. Clean. Fresh. More alert. 

Making sure he didn't forget his eyes and face he leaned over the sink wetting it one last time. Rubbing his eyes gently, he felt the sleep being washed away even more. Turning off the water, he dispensed another sheet of paper to dry his face and hands with. Tossing it in the trash, he grabbed his mugs stepping out of the stall. He stopped short when he saw Peter there. The heals of his hands on the edge of a sink, he was leaning on them waiting for him to come out of the stall.

"You need not be alarmed, my friend." the man spoke and Bruce suddenly coiled at the sound of his baritone voice and the thick accent in which he rolled his 'R's'. "I am here to warn you. Maurice plans to take the boy with whatever force he must use. I strongly advise that you keep watch and not tarry here much longer."

"Oh, I intend to leave as soon as I get me some coffee and coke." he paused looking at him curiously. "Where ya from, Peter? You have a distinct Russian or some kind of accent."

"I am from Russia, yes." Peter smiled faintly at the man's curiosity.

"You're very handsome. I don't know if anyone's told you that, but you are." Bruce found himself mesmerized by his eyes. The light crystalline blue of them were very distracting to him at the moment. They appeared almost transparent. The shade of blue was so pale and transcendent. He literally felt a deep love from him as he peered long into them.

"Thank you, my friend. And no, no one has said so." the tall blonde pushed himself off the sink stepping toward him a step. His long hair fell around his shoulders as he moved shrouding his arms and chest a bit.

Bruce moaned unintentionally, as he watched its length undulate minutely when he moved.

"What are you? I mean, you can't be human, not really." Bruce's eyes now wondered over the man curiously. His disbelief that he actually existed was troubling him, but only a little.

"I am a man, Bruce. That is all. What thoughts you may have had of me, I cannot regard. I have not heard them. And I do not fly, leap abnormal distances, scale walls with peculiar speed, or bite people on the neck." the last he threw in as humor to bring this man back to reality a bit.

"Oh, what a shame." Bruce grinned. "That would've made you my hero." he chuckled looking down then. "I wanted to thank you for looking after Jonathan all this time." he lifted his eyes and head staring into those beautiful eyes of Peter. "I hope when this is over, we can get together. Have dinner with the family and talk, you know." he shrugged feeling somewhat inadequate himself at the moment.

"Hmm." Peter's lips curled up in a full smile now. "I would like that, Bruce. It has been a long time since anyone has offered such to me. I hold it in high regard, and yes, I will accept your offer. That is if you can trust me."

"Why not? You don't plan to kill us all, do you?" Bruce half laughed. It was a nervous laugh hoping that no one came in seeing them standing there just talking. Although, they were only talking. Then he realized his nervousness was because of his desire. What he saw standing in front of him was so very tempting to say the least.

"No, my friend. I have no intention of hurting anyone. I only mean to protect the boy. He has been through much already and is in need of the comforts that you and your family give him. I am pleased that you have taken him in and my work here is almost finished."

"See, now..." Bruce stopped short thinking about that he was about to say. "...That statement makes me think you're not from here. I mean, earth, this world. Like you..."

"Ah, you think I am from heaven, or hell perhaps." Peter grinned. "You have not seen many angels or devils have you?"

"No. And I did think you might be one. An angel, I mean."

Peter laughed lightly. But it wasn't an obnoxious sound or one that mocked Bruce's thoughts. "What I am, as I told you is a man. I bleed just as you do, Bruce. I breathe the same air. I think much as you do. But I will say that some of Mr. Bowman's chief's had attracted the attention of my country and when I infiltrated and reported my findings of the youth, I was instructed to protect him from as much abuse and harm as possible. I was assigned to him, as you would say."

"Ah..." Bruce now understood why he had so suddenly appeared in Jonathan's life that day. "Okay, then I was wrong. But you don't seem the cop type. And you don't fill the picture I have of a tough Russian."

Peter laughed again. "You are very humorous, Bruce. For whatever it is worth, I was raised in a very loving home. Not much like the normal Russian atmosphere, we traveled and I have seen much in my years. I do have compassion that reigns free in my heart. That is only because I have seen too much hate and abuse to be the same."

"I'm glad of that. And I hope you don't allow it either."

"You should go. Tony will begin to worry and come find you. Leaving Jonathan unprotected is not the good thing right now."

"Yes..." Bruce stepped forward but Peter didn't move away. He stopped again looking up at his angelic face.

"Watch your mirrors, my friend." he almost whispered.

Bruce nodded, realizing the man had taken to opportunity of their closeness to say this. He watched him step aside, then stand watching as he went to the door. A shiver came over him suddenly. He could feel the man's eyes on him, burning hotly through him. 

Quickly he pulled the door open, leaving the restroom into the store. He made short work of fixing his coffee the way he liked it, and then filling his larger mug with coke. After paying for the two, he rushed out the door and to the truck.

"Where the hell have you been! I almost went in lookin' for ya. I started the think somethin' had happened." Tony fussed.

Bruce didn't say anything, but got into the driver's seat and started doing his logbook.

"Are you alright?" Tony leaned forward looking into Bruce's face better. 

"Yeah, I just need to get the fuck outta here." he hurriedly completed the log tossing the leather book into the pouch again. Grabbing the shifter he, pushed the brake in and started the truck moving forward.

"Okay, Bruce..." Tony now gave him a look of worry. "...What happened? You look like you just seen a ghost."

"Maybe I did." Bruce concentrated on pulling out of the confined space and out the driveway. He maneuvered the rig back onto the interstate beginning to speed down the highway as fast as he could go.

He studied his long time friend and lover. Knowing him since they were kids, he knew something was wrong with him. It wasn't like him to be so distant and muted, withdrawn. And the fact that he wouldn't tell him just troubled him to no end.

Keeping an eye on the speedometer, it was more than obvious, as Bruce was very careful with his truck. He often babied it, took very good care of it, knowing she might not leave him stranded somewhere if he did.

"Bruce..." Tony had remained silent until he was up to over 80 miles per hour. "...What's eatin' you?"

"Where's Jonathan?" Bruce glanced over at him asking then.

"He's in the bunk waitin' on me, why?"

"We have to keep our eyes open, Tony. It won't be relaxed the rest of the trip. Just trust me, and ask me no more questions." Bruce looked over at him holding up a hand when he started to say something.

"Okay..." Tony sighed heavily. He knew that when Bruce was like this not to test him. "Do you want me to stay up with ya?"

"No, you need to rest, but keep the curtain open a little in case I have to call ya."

"Okay..." Tony stood then. "You need to relax a little, Bruce. I can see yer all worked up about somethin'. And I trust yer judgment, but could you slow down just a little?"

Bruce looked at the dash realizing he was doing 90. He flipped the switch quickly slowing her down. "Thanks, Tony. I..."

"Say no more. Just keep yer mind on business and we won't get hurt."

Bruce nodded as Tony stepped into the sleeper disappearing behind the curtain. And he left it as it was in case Bruce had to call him. In Tony's absence he mulled over everything he and Peter had said to each other. And he did hope that the man would have dinner with them. Then he could have Peter for dessert, or breakfast, perhaps.

He grinned at that thought. Then glanced in the rear view on his left. He saw the headlights a far distance behind him and wondered if that was Maurice. It was gaining speed on him at a fast rate and the thought crossed his mind that it could be a cop. Of course, if Peter was with him, it would be a cop. He grinned again amused by his scattered thoughts.

The car overtook him, passing him on the left. It sped on down the road relieving Bruce's tension for the moment. Darkness was all he could see behind him now for miles.

*****

Tony wrapped his arms around Jonathan kissing him long and fervently. His manhood slipped into him hard and throbbing. A soft moan escaped the two simultaneously. Jonathan's legs wrapped around him. He arched to meet his thrust. 

The anticipation of him coming back to the bunk and making love to him, had elevated to an almost unbearable height. Ah, but now he was there and his strong arms were enclosing him. His hard body was gliding against him. And his strong hardened length was impaling him just as he had wanted.

The air mattress they were laying on seemed to be firm beneath Jonathan. And Tony was even firmer above him. His body was so hard and muscled. He loved the feel of this man. And he so much wanted to achieve a build like his. 

As for now at 18 years old, he looked like a prune more than not. What build he might have had was all gone. He was gaining that weight though ,he knew. And it was all going in the right places. But he wanted to be strong and healthy again. Strong, like Tony and Bruce. Healthy like both of them and Greg.

Tony pushed into him again. His pace was a moderate one. And yet his body seemed to slam into Jonathan's with a vengeance. He grunted as he pressed the side of his head against the kid's enjoying the feel of him molded to his body. Yielded and conformed to him in such a way that made him more than just aroused by him. 

"I love the way you feel, kid." he whispered into his ear. "I may not be able to get enough of you tonight."

"I'm here, Tony. I'll stay with you as long as you like. I'm not goin' anywhere."

"I know." he came up on his elbows that sunk into the mattress a bit. Staring down into his face, he then grasped his arms bringing them up over his head. He liked to hold them there, making him feel even more in control of the youth. Plus, he knew Jonathan would become even more excited by it. So, he did it.

He watched as he rocked his body upward slamming into Jonathan's body hard, purposeful. Then he eased up a little allowing them to calm some, not wanting this to end so soon. Jonathan had really gotten him hot with the fantasy they lived out over the steering wheel. And he was no more ready to quit than the man in the moon.

"Come on, Tony...fuck me." Jonathan goaded softly, yet he emphasized the 'fuck me' part with some firmness.

Tony groaned as he slammed into him again. He watched Jonathan's head tilt back his, chin jutting high in the air. It occurred to him that the kid might be reliving a moment of his past.

"Jonathan, look at me." Tony suddenly felt jealous of whomever it might be that the kid was thinking about. "...It's me, not whoever's on yer mind."

Jonathan gave him a strange expression then that told the man he was right. He could read his expressions quite well now and knew Jonathan silently asked himself how he knew.

Tony grinned slightly not answering. Instead he lightened his thrust again. The pressure was building and he was so hot. He even slowed it down to prolong it even more.

"God, Tony..." Jonathan moaned. "...Yer drivin' me crazy."

"Good..." the man grinned wider.

Tony had to shift a little to draw his weight onto the elbow of the hand that kept the youth's hands trapped in it. He suddenly grasped his lower jaw leaning down to ravage his mouth. With every sweep of his tongue he more or less told him he was his alone. The depth was far more than he had ever kissed him before.

Jonathan arched more pressing his pelvis against the man keeping contact with his body. Each movement the man made, rubbed his length drawing him closer to completion. And he pushed onto him with a force to compensate for the man having lulled as he had. But, it wasn't the same, it just wasn't enough.

Tony began again to slam into him. Jonathan grunted disconnecting their mouth to take a deep breath that sounded almost like a gasp.

"No, Jonathan..." Tony groaned with a hint of disappointment as the kid's head came up pressing his forehead against the man's shoulder. He resounded a long satisfying moan contracting around the man as he spasmed. Another follow and yet another that filled the sleeper invading the front cab.

Tony released his hands pushing up onto his plowing into the youth to maintain his orgasm. Though he had hoped he would wait on him, he wouldn't begrudge him the experience by stopping.

And Jonathan's arms immediately went around the man pulling his body as close as he could manage. His head rocked back as he called out his release still, though it was calming.

Finally, Jonathan relaxed again. He kept his pace with Tony as he breathed wildly still. Staring up at him, he silently begged for another with the expression in his eyes, on his face. The man grinned lewdly giving an unspoken promise of more.

*****

Bruce kept the rig barreling down I-20, as he listened to Tony and Jonathan in the back. He leaned over the wheel a little allowing a hand to wander over his own body. The sounds they were making had sparked a terrible need in him. His manhood twinged, beginning to swell. It sent a wave of sensation washing over his body that caused every pour to rise.

Slowly he pushed the buttons through the holes until he could manage to play with a nipple without too much frustration. The other hand on the wheel, he guided the truck down the road with the cruise set. His hand slipped inside the front of the shirt. The fingers seeking out it goal.

Finding it they toyed with the raised flesh deftly. Secretly molesting himself on his own. A tug on it along with a gentle squeeze made him moan lightly. It wasn't the same as having someone else do it, but it was good at any rate, for him, at least.

Bringing the hand up to his mouth he moistened his finger and thumb. The hand disappeared again wetting the nipple. He then pulled the shirt back, turning his head down, to blow in it as best he could. Then he reached for the console turning up the air. It suddenly gave him a blast of cold sensation causing him to gasp lightly. The nipple became rigid, as hard as his maleness was at the moment.

Taking it between the two digits again he squeezed the aching flesh gently. His breathing elevated a little, the excitement of stimulation coming over him. Another tug, a soft twist and he almost sucked air between his teeth.

His hand abandoned it only to move down over his body to his thigh. Allowing his thumb to pass over his length the familiar wave moved over him once again. His member twitched pressing against the confines of his jeans. He groped at his sacks through the material giving them a gentle grip. Pressing them lightly to his body he let the hand come up over his strong throbbing hard on.

Up to the tip, he moved the hand slowly back down. Over and again he did this listening to Jonathan and Tony. And as the youth sung that familiar song of release, he gradually eased his zipper down. Reaching in, he drew it out leisurely stroking himself.

*****

"Tony..." Jonathan whined to the man again not long after his first orgasm in the bunk.

"I know, baby." the man breathed, it rushing into the youth's face over and again. Sporadic waves of warmth and moisture huffed into his face and were met with the same from the kid. "...Just let it go. I'll catch up to ya in a minute." he said between laden breaths.

And it was as if the man had opened a flood gate for the youth. He turned his head up pressing that forehead against his shoulder. He shoved his body onto Tony harder than usual. Pushing back as he relaxed, he forced himself on him again. His bottom seemed to recoil each time he did helping his momentum. Clinging to the man tight he slammed against his body once more. Then his head was thrown back and he let out a cry that filled the sleeper and cab relentlessly

"Yes, baby..." Tony's vocal expression was unchecked as he felt the strong contractions deep inside him that caused a chain reaction for him. He pressed firmly against his body then, groaning with Jonathan's outcries. They matched the other in an simultaneous rhythm time after time.

It heightened Jonathan's orgasm feeling Tony pulse each time he tightened around him. Almost sending him through the roof with its intensification. At the first of it, he gasped suddenly crying even louder. His body trembled violently as the amplification grew to a point he almost couldn't bare it. Tears filled his eyes, it was so strong. He forced himself not to scream because of the power of his release.

Tony felt it. He knew Jonathan was having a most incredible orgasm. And his was no different from the effect of the matched rhythm and Jonathan's reactions. He fought to not stop in keeping with his pace. It was so hard for him not to. This was just more than he had ever known with this kid. And when was it going to end?

His voice rose with Jonathan's mounting to a peek at one point that almost matched his in frequency and depth. His quivering body nearly succeeded in halting his movements at one point. But the man persisted in maintaining no matter how hard it was for him.

*****

Bruce stroked his length still, at such a leisurely pace. He could hear the two in the back mounting in breathing and moans that told him they were about to come again. His hand glided up the shaft a little faster now. Almost in keeping with the pace of their oncoming release.

Then suddenly Jonathan whined Tony's name. He smiled as the kid did that so often, especially when he was trying so hard to wait for his partner. Tony's reply to it didn't surprise him at all. He would have said the same if it were him. The strong slap of their bodies immediately followed. Another came after in a steady rhythm. One more and Jonathan was crying out.




Bigrig Ch. 15



He squeezed his hard on a bit listening to Jonathan coming. It suddenly escalated which surprised him somewhat. Tony's voice joined the youths in a strong groan that was much louder than usual.

He was jealous now. How he wished he could join them. But someone had to tote this tin can to Deming. And if he stopped Maurice would catch up again. Damn what a predicament.  Well, maybe when they're done, Jonathan can come up here and suck my cock.  He thought.

*****

Jonathan wheezed as his body finally began to settle. He collapsed onto the mattress beneath him trying to catch his breath. Tony plopped atop him making it difficult for him. But he didn't mind. He loved the feel of the man to begin with. They had halted all movement except for snatching air into their lungs. And even that didn't last all that long.

They quieted, both of them exhausted now. Tony rose up a bit giving Jonathan a good sound kiss. When he pulled away, he rested as before, atop the youth drifting right off to sleep. Jonathan followed his descent into the blissful world of peace and solace.

*****

It was quiet now and Bruce waited for someone to come up front with him. A long time he waited finally realizing there wouldn't be anyone to keep him company. It disappointed him a little, but he really didn't mind. He was use to being alone most of the time. Yet it played havoc on his mind knowing they were there. And all he wanted was someone to just sit with him for a few minutes, maybe lick him like a lollypop.

He glanced into the rear view on his left as he had for the hundredth time in the last few minutes. Another set of headlights were a long distance behind him. They didn't seem to be speeding at all. Just hanging out there about a mile or so away. 

It could be Maurice, but he didn't think that was his style. Maurice seemed to be one of those that liked to jump in with both feet. He gave his member one last tug then pushed it back in its confines enclosing it there. If he tried to jerk off, he would wreck and he knew it, so there was no point in attempting really.

The throbbing ache of it distracted him for a long time, keeping him awake as he strolled down the avenue. His mind became lost in the memories of past moments with the people he loved so much. Greg and his need, but the tender moments they had shared, Tony and his struggle to get off when he got worried. And then Jonathan. Oh, what a delight that kid has been for him. His mind lingered on the kid for over an hour. It maintained his hard on, yet it shrunk a bit, thankfully.

When he looked back again the headlights had snuck up on him. They were right behind his trailer. Able to partially see the lights on the road, he couldn't see the car anymore. He sat up in his seat taking notice of it. A lot of four wheelers do that. And they just don't realize how dangerous that is. He told himself. But this just didn't feel right.

Suddenly the car whipped out from around the end of the trailer. It sped up toward the cab of the truck.

"Tony!" he shouted just as a shot was fired at him. He ducked and the truck swerved dangerously toward the shoulder. "Oh my, god!" he struggled to maintain the wheel as he guided it back onto the road. They bounced as the right of the truck was rolling on the uneven dirt and grass. 

"Tony Santini!" he called louder trying to keep his head down and the rig under control at the same time while shot after shot came one after another.

"I'm coming..." the man lunged from the back. He rubbed his eyes trying to wake up. Standing there, he saw Bruce hunkered down like a turtle and wondered about it.

Another shot, put him on his knees suddenly. Automatically he reached behind him pulling out his revolver. "Where is the mother fucker, Bruce?"

"He's right beside me on my door."

"Well, run his ass off the road!" Tony shouted in his excitement. "If he hit's yer steer, yer a goner, man!"

Tony took the chance at standing. He stretched looking out the mirror at the dark car beside them and Maurice practically hanging out the window.

"Oh, you think yer smart, you fuckin' asshole..." he lunged for the window wanting that man worse than anything. All his life he had wanted to plug a hole in him so bad. He suddenly grasped Bruce's shoulder jerking him back and against the seat.

Trying to maintain a clear view for Bruce he reached firing a few shots at the man and the car. "Take that, you mother fucker!" he shouted at Maurice who looked up in surprise that Tony was even in the truck with Bruce.

"Ha! He didn't know I was here, Bruce." he reached down cranking the window down more. Now, Tony turned parking in Bruce's lap leaning against the door as the car suddenly fell back quite a bit. Stretching his arm out the window he began to fire at the car repetitively. Sparks flew as the bullets glanced off or became imbedded where they made their mark.

The car ducked behind the trailer for a minute.

"Damn, Bruce..." Tony stood again. "...What is he up to?"

"I don't know, but I'm not stickin' 'round to find out." Bruce dropped the hammer. The truck began to accelerate. 

Another shot rang. Tony ducked squatting as he turned to see where it came from. "That stupid ass is on the shoulder, Bruce. On yer right side."

"I see 'im."

"Ease over..." Tony ordered. He got on his knees rolling the passenger window down.

Bruce moved left a little not understanding what Tony had in mind at the moment. He was in such a state of confusion. He didn't know which way was up.

"Right, Bruce... move right. Run his ass off the damn road, babe!" Tony fussed.

"I don't wanna wreck my truck!" Bruce retorted.

"Look..." Tony suddenly grasped the man's arm. Bruce glanced at him, then into the mirror and back to the windshield. "...Settle down, Bruce. You've gotta think. Don't let them assholes get to ya. Think man. Don't panic. Keep your mind and wits aboutchya. I need yer help. Now if you can, ease him off the road. At the speed he's goin' he'll wreck that piece o' shit."

"Okay, I getchya now." the man smiled at Tony. He looked into the mirror easing the rig to the right. The car followed at the same speed and momentum. The truck kept coming. Onto the shoulder it started. The car was soon on the grass slowing down dramatically.

Bruce kept his eyes in the right rear view watching as it stopped completely. He kept going not daring to slow down. In a couple minutes the car was out of sight completely.

"Whew..." Bruce slumped suddenly.

"Don't relax yet. He's just gettin' his shorts cleaned out. He probably didn't expect you to use yer head. But he'll be ready for ya next time. So, you keep yer head on and think." Tony admonished. He reloaded his weapon as fast as he could. "I'm glad I brought that extra box o' shells." he commented as he snapped the cylinder in line with the barrel.

"Hey, when this is over and we get home, I'd like to borrow yer handcuffs. Would ya mind?" Bruce asked out of the blue.

Tony let out a guffaw. "Sure, man. Whatever you'd like." he answered when he finally settled. "What a time to think about it, though." he commented looking in each rear view to see if Maurice had caught his second wind or not.

"As good a time as any..." Bruce looked over at him smiling.

"Yer somethin', Bruce. I guess that's why I love ya so damn much. Yer a hard ass sometimes. But I'm really comin' to love that aboutchya more and more."

"Well, if ya wouldn't be such a jerk at times, I wouldn't have to get hard with ya." Bruce retorted.

Tony shook his head negatively. "You're not listenin' are ya?"

"Yes, I heard ya. You've got to where you love that about me."

"Yeah, I do, creep." Tony glanced back in the rear view again.

Bruce chuckled. "What the hell did ya do to Jonathan back there to get him all riled up?"

Tony laughed. "Well, when he started comin' I started comin' and we was comin' together. It was pretty hard, man."

"Well, I know y'all was comin' together, but..."

"No, I mean, at the same time..." he grimaced knowing he wasn't getting his point across. "At the same time he was squeezin' me, I was pulsin' in him..."

"OOOH!" Bruce's face lit up with realization. "Damn, man. That musta been good."

"It was, here 'e comes...." Tony's attention was fully in the mirror watching a set of headlights coming up behind them at a high rate of speed. 

"Now, look..." he turned to Bruce. You try to stay as calm as possible and drive. I'll take care o' the rest. And think, Bruce. If you see a opportunity to force 'im in the ditch, do it." he stood coming toward him leaning to look out the rear view on Bruce's side.

The car raced right up the left side without slowing down. Tony parked in Bruce's lap again leaning out the window a bit. He stretched his arm beginning to fire at the car before Maurice had a chance to reciprocate. The windshield shattered on the driver's side as Tony was aiming for the driver. Maurice kicked it out revealing Peter at the wheel.

"Shit..." Tony ducked back inside to calm his abrupt adrenal rush. "...I almost shot Peter." he informed Bruce suddenly.

"Don'tchyou hurt that man. Jonathan would never forgive you."

Tony recalled the moment over and again in seconds. He remembered that Maurice had kicked the windshield out revealing the fact.

"Maurice, you fuckin' whore...." Tony barked suddenly. "You mother fuckin' whore!" he shouted.

"What, Tony?" Bruce coiled at his sudden outburst. 

"He knew I would aim for the driver to stop 'em. He's trying to kill Peter. I told ya!" he slapped the dash hard with a flat hand standing at the same time. "Where the fuck is that cracker!" Tony lunged for the window again. "I'm gonna kill you, Maurice!" he shouted at him.

"Come on, Santini!" the man roared back but was barely heard for the speed of the wind carrying his words away with it. "Prove it!"

"Ooh, you..." he plopped down in Bruce's lap aiming right at the man. Squeezing a round off, Maurice ducked in before it hit him. "Son of a bitch..." Tony muttered. "Step on the brakes, Bruce."

"Huh?"

"Slow down; get 'im in front of ya." Tony looked right into his face as he leaned on the door.

Suddenly Bruce reached for the console realizing what he meant to do. He waited for a second then let his foot off the gas. The truck rumbled slowing dramatically. The car sped by until it was well in front of them. Bruce turned the wheel a little, coming in behind it. Mashing the gas, he began to gain on the car quickly. 

It suddenly occurred to him that he had the advantage. An 80,000 pound truck was a terrible weapon if he used it right. He let off the gas a bit to slow it down some as they began to barrel up to the back of the car. He didn't want to hurt Peter if he could help it, but Maurice, he could give a damn about.

They didn't feel a thing when the truck glanced the rear of the car. He could see that Peter was struggling to maintain control so he backed off, just a tad. Mashing the gas again, he slammed into the back of the car suddenly. As soon as it made contact he let off once more. They watched the car bolt and swerve right. It skidded in a full 360 degree turn coming to a sudden stop.

Bruce mashed on it again taking off away from the car. They just barely missed it on the driver's side. Bruce, still watching, winced thinking they would, but didn't, Tony saw Maurice put the barrel of his pistol to Peter's head. Without a thought he lunged for the passenger window firing at the man right away. Either he killed Maurice, or the man would shoot Peter. He knew that.

Out of range the shot barely deflected off the hood. But he saw Maurice jump tossing his hands up suddenly. Tony laughed out. "Gotchya, you mother fucker." he muttered. "I have gotta take this man down before he shoots Peter." he mumbled reloading his weapon again.

"Easy, sport. Don't be so hard on yerself. You'll getchyer chance at 'im."

"I gotta, Bruce. He's threatenin' 'im already." Tony glanced up from his work.

"I didn't see that. But still..."

A shot rang out causing them both to duck. Peter was back on the passenger door and Maurice was aiming over the roof of the car. Tony didn't have a clear shot at the man. So, he just winged it hoping it would plug a hole in him. "God, I can't stand that man. If there's anyone I have ever hated it is him." Tony sat in the seat again complaining.

"Then do somethin' about it, Tony!" Bruce quipped.

Tony stared at him long until another shot made them duck. He spun to the window firing at the roof of the car. Each shot he fired seemed to miss over and again as the varying differentials of the road would ward off his aim. Still, he was able to keep from hitting Peter, thankfully. He tried to see to that.

Bruce watched in the mirror until Tony became frustrated at each failed attempt to kill Maurice, or stop him, whichever came first. He finally began to turn the wheel a bit coming over on the car somewhat. The car jerked away and Bruce moved over, crowding it toward the right shoulder. Soon Peter was driving on the shoulder trying desperately to keep from moving onto the deeply sloped ditch.

But Bruce kept coming. Slowly meeting the car with the trailer. He watched Peter duck away from the frame of the trailer then loose control of the car. He watched, horrified, as it rolled over and over again. Tony glanced back at Bruce, then the accident that was happening as they slowed quickly. Finally it rolled out of sight.

"I know Peter's alright Bruce." Tony commented. "If he is what you say, he won't be hurt at all."

Bruce stared at the road pulling off onto the shoulder. He had a lump in his throat the size of Texas itself. And he didn't have any idea what he would tell Jonathan when the kid woke up. Then it suddenly occurred to him that Jonathan should have awakened when the first shot was fired.

"Tony, go check on Jonathan, would you?" he pulled the brake grabbing his cell phone to call 911.

Tony jumped up, rushing to the back realizing the same thing when he did. Jerking the curtain open he raced to the bunk looking the kid over. He noticed that the air mattress was deflated and the youth seemed to be sleeping, his chest rising and falling steadily. Shaking him, he called his name loudly.

"Jonathan..."

But the youth didn't move. "Ah, man...Bruce!" he shouted seeing blood begin to ooze from a wound in his left side.

"What, Tony." Bruce stepped back to look over his shoulder. "Jesus!" he cried. "Is he alive?"

Tony was checking him over more as Bruce crowded him to see asking as he did. "Yeah, he's still breathin', man. Get an ambulance out here."

"I already called for one." the man returned quickly.

"Better get two out here then." Tony retorted, grabbing a clean towel out of the closet. He blotted the wound on Jonathan's side looking as best he could. Letting it go, he grasped the youth's shoulder and hip rolling him onto his right side. There he could see that the wound was through and through. But he didn't see where it came up through the bunk at all to begin with. And at the angle of the wound, it entered oddly. 

Finally, he found the hole in the mattress. He grabbed another towel out of the closet. Bundling it up, he put it underneath the wound gently rolling Jonathan onto his back again. Placing the other towel atop the exit wound he pressed with the heal of his hand to try and stop the bleeding.

Hearing the sirens he called up front to Bruce, but there was no answer. He wondered if the man had gotten out looking at the trailer.

*****

Bruce climbed down out of the truck concerned about Peter, too. Rushing around the front, he inspected the damage to the trailer, on the passenger side, for a second. It was minimal. So, he raced along the shoulder as fast as he could to the car, not thinking of the danger in doing so.

When he came upon the vehicle it was crushed. Demolished completely. The roof was crushed to the frame of the doors. Nothing of the windshield was left. The front and rear of the car was bent upward. But then it ended up on its wheels.  There is no way they got out. He thought, then started down the incline to check.

Stooping he looked in through the thin slit of the window frame that was left, to see Peter lying over on Maurice's thighs. Looking down, the man's legs were pinned beneath the steering wheel and dash. Maurice was lying against the doorframe and seat, his body slid down so far, it was difficult to tell if he was breathing or not.

"Peter..." Bruce called to him, grasping the door handle.

The man moaned softly moving a bit.

"No, don't move, Peter. You're back could be broken. Just lie still." he tugged hard on the door until it gave a little. Then grasping the frame of the door, he lifted the handle jerking hard. It gave way coming open as Bruce used his entire body and strength to force it open.

He leaned into the car checking Peter as best he could. "Just lay still, man. Don't move around at all. The rescue people are coming to getchya. You'll be fine." he kept talking to the man to keep him calm and roused.

"Is Jonathan alright?" Peter's weakened voice, asked knowing Maurice had fired that one shot right at the bunk. His words were slurred and almost difficult to understand because of his accent.

"He's fine, Peter. You don't need to worry." Bruce encouraged, though he wasn't at all telling him the truth. But he knew if he did, Peter might not make it.

Pushing the mass of hair back out of his face, he saw that Peter had received many injuries from the roll over, maybe even a concussion. Searching around, he looked for something to clean some of the blood from his face and forehead to look at the damages. But he couldn't find any. So, he ripped a piece of the tail of his shirt beginning to dab here and there.

"Man, you've gotta nasty cut on yer head. That's gonna hurt tomorrow."

Peter started to chuckle, then sucked air suddenly. "I think I broke a few ribs too."

"Maybe not. You might just be sore from the tumbling' around. You got tossed pretty badly, Peter." he kept his voice down knowing he could have a terrible throbbing headache. 

He began to check the rest of the man for major injuries that could be seen easily. Undoing his shirt quickly, he checked him thoroughly. He found a few bruises beginning to discolor dramatically. But nothing else was bleeding that he could tell.

"You've got some bruising on your side, babe. That could be the reason for your discomfort. It looks pretty nasty, but I'm sure it'll heal pretty quickly."

Maurice moaned beginning to move some. Bruce froze looking over at him.

"Go, Bruce..." Peter whispered 

"No, I won't leave you here defenseless." he retorted.

The man on the far side suddenly jumped hearing Bruce's voice. He groped for his revolver not finding it. Bruce lunged across the car belting him hard under the jaw. The man slid back into the position he had been in.

"Now, why did I not think of that?" Peter mumbled.

Bruce laughed, then heard the sirens coming from a far off. "You're help wagon has arrived, sir." he teased.

"Thank you, Bruce. Now, go on, before they accuse you of trying to murder me." the man advised.

Bruce backed out of the car rushing up to the shoulder and the road. He waved his arms at the ambulance that veered toward him.



Bigrig Ch. 16



Tony and Bruce stood at the nose of the trailer watching the rescue squad loading Peter into the ambulance. The State Patrol Officer that had taken their reports, turned after a lengthy conversation with the injured driver of the vehicle in the ditch. He started toward them not showing any signs of what was about to happen to them or the load.

"I guess Peter wasn't so angelic after all ay, Bruce?" Tony mumbled as they watched the ambulance attendants load the man into the back.

"No, I was wrong about that." Bruce looked down feeling a bit foolish now.

"Hey, don't sweat it man. I had the same thought myself when I first met 'im. I just didn't give it that much thought when it passed through my mind. And, there's nothin' wrong with hopin', prayin', all that stuff." he tried to console his dear friend seeing the emotions cross his face time and again.

"Yeah, but I'm more practical than this, Tony. I guess I was hopin' too much."

"Not a prob. You know better with me."

"Yeah. We'd better get on the other side of the truck. He's comin'."

The tall dark complected officer moved in their direction with a purposeful gate. Tony and Bruce moved around the truck, and stepped back to the grass as the man came around the nose of the truck.

"Okay guys..." he had his hand on the microphone on his shoulder listening to the scratchy radio voice that was speaking to him. It was difficult to make out what was being said as he kept his voice down. It appeared there was a conspiracy about to take place as the two stood by feeling helpless and vulnerable at the moment.

"...Your stories all checked out. You might want to thank the blonde for being honest enough to tell me the truth. Anyway, your stories collaborated with his. Now..." the man stepped closer guiding the two men further onto the grass as the state driver came to get the trailer and the load.

"They want you to keep your truck. And your boss asked my boss if we would hold the load for him until he can get another driver out here to get it and carry it on to Deming."

"What about Jonathan?" Bruce asked seriously.

"Yes, the boy..." the officer sighed heavily. "...I'm not even supposed to tell you where he's going. But after talking to the Russian guy, and my boss, I'll do more than give you directions to the hospital he's headed to. His uncle is all up in the air trying to claim you boys kidnapped his nephew--"

"That lyin' sack o'--" Tony growled, but was cut off by the officer.

"Hold on, now. The Russian told me everything, alright. I understand your frustration. But the boy has to go back with his uncle until they resolve their issues."

"But the issues are that his uncle was beating and raping him, and then he was sellin' the kid for sexual favors!" Tony barked.

The officer stared at him now. "You know, if I hadn't talked to the Russian, I wouldn't believe that right now. But it seems I recall a case that was thrown out for lack of evidence in Arizona recently. Alright, I'll tell you what. My hands are tied as far as the boy's concerned. His uncle is flying in tomorrow to get him. I'm not supposed to tell you that either. But you didn't hear it from me."

"No, we haven't heard a word." Tony grinned.

"Well, it also seems that my boss is real chummy with your boss..." he motioned a hand to Tony. "You were assigned to protect the kid. So, I've got some respect for you, sir. Especially, being you've kept him alive and well for so many months now, and all the crap you've been through with this scenario. He said to put you up at a motel just down the street from the hospital. So, if you'll get in the truck we'll head that way."

As they climbed back into the truck, Tony knew that Ben had something up his sleeve. He understood by that, he would be making a private call to his boss and find out what his next mission is.

"God, I think the shit is about to hit the fan." Bruce commented as they followed the officer back east. 

"Yep, and whatever happens, Bruce, we really need to be rested and fresh. It may be that Ben wants us to sneak the kid out undercover. So, I really need you to pay attention and do what I tell ya. If you miss one detail, it could ruin it for all of us." he admonished.

"I realize this, Tony. And you know I wouldn't screw this up for the world. I want the kid back." he complained.

"I know, and we'll get 'im back no matter what." the man persisted.

"Good." Bruce nodded in agreement.

*****

"Tony, we have no jurisdiction there. All I can do is sit back and ride it out." Ben was telling him over the phone.

"That total bullshit, Ben and you know it!" he argued. "After all the time and energy we've put into this kid and yer just gonna turn yer back and walk away. It's personal now. I'll get the kid with yer help or not." he claimed vehemently.

"I thought you'd say that, Tony." Ben chuckled. "So, this is what I want you to do..."

*****

A blonde man stepped off the elevator into the lobby of the fourth floor of the hospital. His lengthy hair was tied back into a tight ponytail. He had on a white lab jacket with a security badge hanging from the front pocket. With shades on that adjusted to the light he meandered down the hallway whistling a peppy tune. Pushing a wheelchair before him, he made his way to the nurse's station.

"Hello, ladies..." he stopped leaning on the counter.

"Well, hello..." one of them grinned admirably at him. Her eyes seemed to devour him almost lewdly.

"How are all you fine lovely nurses tonight?" he poured on the charm fairly thick.

"Oh, just peachy, honey. What can we do for ya?" she asked seeming to be the head nurse of the shift.

"I'm supposed to come collect the bullet wound in four-twelve for an MRI." he explained.

"I thought that was scheduled for in the morning." she piped then.

Tony looked at his watch. "Well, my boss said to come get 'im. He said somethin' 'bout the doctor might have to do an exploratory early this morning' and wanted this done already." he explained further.

"I remember that." one of the other nursed spoke up then. "That's right... Dr. Jones needs that MRI earlier in case he has to go in earlier." she concurred with Tony's story."

"You see..." he perked watching the woman realizing she was a team player then, as she winked at him quickly and discretely.

"Okay..." the head nurse agreed to let him pass. "...But you strap that youngin' in that thing good. His uncle is comin' in the morning' and I don't want to explain to him that some lazy orderly let 'im fall out of a chair on his way to get an MRI." she fussed.

"Yes, ma'am..." he nodded respectfully at her rank alone. "...I'll be sure I do that, just for you." he smiled pushing the chair along to the room. Inwardly he seethed trying to control it. He reminded himself that the woman knew nothing about him and his expertise in the field.

A rental cop was sitting outside the room just a couple doors down from the station. He had been listening in on the conversation and opened the door for Tony to go in. 

Tony moved up beside the bed. Pulling the blanket back off Jonathan's body, he deflated the balloon removing the catheter from his penis. Taking hold of the I.V. bag, he placed it on the hook that jutted up from the chair. 

Then he put the railing down lifting the youth in his arms. Placing him into the chair, he strapped him in tight. A blanket was thrown over his legs and tucked around his arms to keep his body temperature in.

Once all of that was done, he quickly raided the supply bin close by. A couple urine bags, a catheter tube, I.V. bags, and a couple syringes and needles were borrowed. He stuffed some of it behind Jonathan's back. And what would fit in his pocket when there.

As leisurely as he came in, he started out. Strolling down the hallway, he passed the desk again.

"See you ladies in a bit..." he waved to them as he passed by.

It almost seemed the trek from there to the staff elevator would never end for him. But he kept his cool, meandering toward it attempting to act like the professional he is. But all the while he just wanted to get the kid in the truck and head east as fast as those ten wheels could go.

Finally, he reached the elevator. The doors opened to him and he pushed the youth in. Pressing the ground floor button he waited until the door closed. It wasn't long before he was strolling out into the main lobby and out the entrance door.

Bruce jumped out of the cab to help Tony put Jonathan in. they quickly managed him with a little teamwork. Jumping in, one on each side, they were swiftly driven back to the motel. The cab pulled up to the truck that was already loaded and ready to go. Tony maneuvered Jonathan up to Bruce who lifted him into the truck on the passenger side.

After he was put in the bunk on the new air mattress, Tony hung the I.V. bag on a hook on the inside of the closet door. He then inserted a new catheter into Jonathan that was attached to a fresh bag. That was placed on a hook that was purchased and already in place before they began this little excursion. 

Bruce shut the passenger door, sitting in the driver's seat preparing his logbook for the trip. "Let me know when you're finished, Tony. I won't move the truck until you have him completely situated." he called back to him.

"Okay." Tony worked deftly to finish the preps for the trip. He removed everything from his pockets to a bin in the closet so he would know where they were. Then he went up front after covering Jonathan with a blanket. "We're ready. Let's blow this state." he grinned.

"Your wish is my command, my friend." Bruce pushed in the brake; put her in reverse, backing out of the parking slot he was in.

*****

Bruce drove to Jackson, Mississippi. Once through it, he set the cruise and traded with Tony. Then he went back checking on Jonathan before he plopped down into the passenger seat with a pillow in hand. Leaning it up against the window and frame, he dozed all the while Tony drove to Alabama. They traded again while tooling down the road somewhere near Bessemer, Alabama.

Ben had given them explicit orders to not stop, for any reason, or make any phone calls from their cell phones. And they were not to accept any calls from anyone, no matter who they were. He also advised them to take the most direct route to Macon, Georgia and the hospital. Jonathan was to go directly to the hospital, no if's, and's or but's about it. This was a mobile medical transfer from the hospital he had been in, to Macon. 

"You want something to eat, Tony?" he asked before he went to sleep.

"No, I'm too tired to eat. If I do, I'll just get sleepy." he returned.

"Let me know if you need something. I'm gonna take a nap."

Tony only nodded continuing to stare at the road, wishing the trip was done.

After they traded in Alabama, Tony made sandwiches for them. He handed one to Bruce sitting in the passenger seat cramming his mouth full of his.

"Thanks, Tony." Bruce could see the weariness on him. He hadn't slept well in the first leg of the trip for worrying about Jonathan. More times than he could count, Tony was up out of his seat checking on the kid. 

He almost asked him why he didn't just lie down with him, instead of all the fussing he was doing over him. But he remembered that Tony had mentioned they shouldn't sleep with him. They might accidentally roll and jab an elbow in his side or some other incident might take place that would cause him more harm than good. So, he said nothing.

Yet, he worried over Tony now, as the man scarfed down the sandwich so fast he barely had time to taste it. He knew he had been hungry when he took over in Mississippi. And as much as he wanted to insist he eat, he knew Tony was right. After not sleeping well, a full meal would make him drowsy.

"That didn't last long enough." Tony stood saying.

"Why don't you get some of that fruit in the cans we bought in Texas before we left?"

"Ooh, yeah. And there's pudding too." he moved into the back to rummage through the goodies they had bought before they went to retrieve Jonathan from the hospital.

He came back up front with a cup of fruit, and fudge pudding for them both to eat. Setting what he had gotten for Bruce on the dash, he sat in the passenger seat opening the single serving can of fruit. With his plastic weapon in hand, he shoveled it into his mouth with a vengeance.

After eating the pudding his eyes showed even more unrest. Weariness. Exhaustion.

"Sleep, Tony. You need it, bud." Bruce glanced over at him for only a second.

"Yeah. I'm so tired." he put the can of Pepsi to his lips turning it up. "I think I'll sleep good this time." he admitted.

"I hope so. You could use it."

"I must be getting' ugly all of a sudden. I've lost a lot of beauty sleep."

Bruce laughed. "Well, you don't look all that great, right now."

"Thanks, friend." Tony chuckled. He lifted the pillow that Bruce had left on the seat pushing it up against the doorframe. Leaning his head on it, closing his eyes, he was fast asleep in minutes.

*****

"Tony! I gotta pee!" Bruce called from the driver's seat.

Tony's head popped up off the pillow he was resting on. Groggily, he stood going to the back to retrieve a urinal bringing it up front with him. Popping the lid of the plastic bottle he unzipped Bruce's jeans inserting him into the rim. "Okay..." he muttered letting him know it was safe to go ahead.

"We're almost home." Bruce smiled into his face. "Just a couple miles to go."

"And you can't wait?" Tony griped now.

"Man, I've been holdin' it since Birmingham." he quipped.

"Then why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you needed the sleep!"

"Okay, man." Tony grinned. "Don't blow a gasket."

Bruce laughed. "I can't wait to see Greg. I know I'm gonna hear it though." he admitted.

"Yep, better you than me, too." Tony chuckled.

"Hey, I was told not to make one phone call." Bruce defended.

"That's right. If you had, we could've been traced. But, I'm almost sure Ben would have told him. He may not say a word."

"Well, if he does, I'll just know he missed me and loves me, is all. He only fusses like that because he loves us, Tony."

"I know, but it can be a bitch, ya know?"

Bruce laughed as he maneuvered the truck toward the hospital entrance.

"You know what I'm gonna do when we get settled?" Tony asked rubbing his eyes sleepily as he emptied the urinal into the portapotty.

"Sleep..." Bruce grinned knowingly.

"You bet. I miss my sleep." he replaced the urinal in its place then cleaned his hands with a Wetone.

"So, do I, babe." Bruce stopped the truck right in front of the emergency entrance canopy. He pulled the brake and Tony stood going into the back to remove the catheter for transporting the youth inside.

A team rushed outside with a gurney toward the truck. Bruce zipped up his jeans and motioned for them to go around to the passenger door, as he stood approaching it. He popped the door open just in time, as Tony came out of the bunk carrying the youth. 

Bruce stepped away to allow him to hand Jonathan down to the medical team. One of them grabbed the I.V. bag while the rest of them worked together to hoist him down from the truck, placing him on the gurney. 

They stood watching as the group of people ran beside the bed on wheels into the hospital. Tony then closed the door and Bruce parked the truck in an open space away from the cars. They got out moving inside to find Greg.

Getting in an elevator, they rode up to the fourth floor where Greg worked, most of the time. Coming around the corner they saw him looking Jonathan over thoroughly.

"Put him in this room." he pointed to the vacant room that Jonathan had occupied before. Following the team with the patient, he disappeared into the room with them.

They sat in the waiting room knowing not to go in. Greg had to assess his patient's condition and decide what needed to be done. So, they waited, as tired as they were, for more than an hour before they saw him emerge from the room again.

Then they stood catching his eye. His face lit up and he rushed toward them.

"God, it's so good to see you two. I was about crazy with worry, when Ben told me what happened." he hugged each one discretely in the view of the public around them. "Are you guys alright?" he began to check them now.

"We're just tired, Greg. Really, that's all." Bruce informed him as Greg searched him for anything suspicious.

"You didn't get shot? Not even a graze?" the doctor lifted his shirt looking.

"No, Greg. Not even a graze." Bruce answered with a grin. His mind was wondering again, as it had the night it all happened. And Greg's inadvertent gentle touches weren't helping in the least. Greg moved around to his back looking, not taking their word for it at all. He then moved to Tony doing the same.

"We're fine, Greg." Bruce reiterated.

"Hush." the man scolded doing his exam anyway, more for his own peace of mind.

Bruce sighed heavily. "We could take this in your office, you know." he suggested.

"Good idea. I want you two to strip so I can have a look at the both of you." he released Tony's shirt, turned, leading the way without a thought. Bruce glanced over at Tony with a wicked grin on his face.

"Not me, man. I just wanna sleep." Tony mumbled to him.

"Suitchyerself." Bruce half laughed. "I'm gettin' me some o' that."

Going into the office Greg held the door for them locking it when they were in. stepping to his desk by the window. He slid the drapes closed then turned leaning over the desk to the phone.

"Yes, Dr. Carroll?" Catherine's voice came over the intercom.

"Hold my calls for me, would you? I'm doing an exam on Mr. Crawford and Santini." he requested.

"Sure." she returned, her voice reflecting a pleasure to do so.

"Okay, Tony..." he stepped around the desk again. "...Take it off."

"All of it?" Tony fussed lightly, his eyes barely open as he did.

"Yes, all of it."

"He wants to get fresh with ya, Tony. Since when do you fuss about that?" Bruce jested.

"I want to check you guys over. That's all. If you have a problem with that, I can call Ben in here to help me." Greg put his hands on his hips protesting vehemently.

"Whatever..." Tony began to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders being approached by the doctor right away.

"Sit." Greg ordered firmly and Tony parked on the exam table by the wall.

He lifted his stethoscope placing it on his chest. "How do you feel, Tony?" he asked in a mutter hearing the rapid beat of the man's heart.

"Tired, Greg. Very tired."

"Hmm. You look exhausted. When's the last time you ate?" he then heard the man's tummy grumble at him.

"About three and a half hours ago. But it was only a sandwich, a small can of fruit and one of those puddings in the little plastic container." Bruce explained. "He ain't eat anything but that since we started.

Greg nodded. All the while he was having Tony breath in deep letting it out as he listened. "Any pain anywhere?" he asked then.

"Yeah, my head aches, my shoulders and neck are tight and sore."

Greg put the earpiece around his neck reaching to feel a great amount of tension in his neck and shoulders. "Hmm. Yes, very tight. Okay..." he stuck the stethoscope into the upper pocket of his jacket as he went to his desk. "I'm going to give you something 'mild' for your pain." he emphasized the word, 'mild'. 

"I want you to take this to Catherine. She'll set you up in a room and feed you. Then I want you to rest, Tony. And if you give her any trouble, you deal with me." he scribbled on two prescription forms handing them to Tony. "Give those to Catherine." 

Tony was buttoning his shirt, as he approached taking the two forms in his hand.

"Go..." Greg waved him on, as Tony had only stood there staring at him while he finished buttoning his shirt.




Bigrig Ch. 16



The man turned feeling almost drunk from the lack of rest. He staggered a bit as he trudged to the door. Opening it, he didn't even pay attention to the two scripts the man had written. 

And he gave them to Catherine at the nurse's station who looked them both over. A large grin began to produce itself slowly. This was her chance to pay him back for all the trouble he had been over the years.

"Well, Mr. Santini..." she half giggled. "...I guess yer all mine now." she stood teasing.

"Huh?" Tony suddenly woke up a bit.

"Yep. You're all mine." she came around the station with a couple forms in hand. "Your doctor has seen the need to temporarily admit you. So, that makes you all mine." she teased.

"Oh..." he grinned at her, now knowing she was only bantering with him.

"Now," she placed the forms on the counter taking out her pen. "You want fried or baked chicken, or a hamburger?" she began to quiz.

"Fried. Oh, and dark meat. I won't eat it if it's white."

"Hmm. Picky aren't we? Mashed or baked potato?" she grinned as she spoke.

"Mashed with gravy."

"Green beans, carrots or corn?"

"Green beans."

"Cornbread or roll?"

"Roll."

"Tea, coffee, or juice?"

"Tea."

"Sweetened or unsweetened?"

"Sweet."

"Very good, sign here and..." she lifted the one form to reveal yet another. "...here." she made an 'X' at the two places he was to sign.

He took the pen she offered, signing his freedom away to her for the time being.

"Now, if you'll follow me, we'll get you set up in a room." she turned, handing the top form to one of the nurses at the station. "Take this to the cafeteria and wait for it. Bring it to fourteen when they give it to you." she ordered gently.

She then led Tony to the supply room where she laden his arms with two sheet, a blanket, and an extra pillow, knowing he liked having two pillows as opposed to only one.

Then she led him to the room next to Jonathan's and helped him make his bed.

"Okay, Mr. Santini. I'll get your pill and some towels so you can shower. If you need anything else just call me." she smiled then left the room for only a moment.

Tony turned on the television set just to have a little noise in the room. Catherine returned with two towels, a washcloth and some other items for his shower, as well as the one pill Greg had prescribed for him. 

The younger nurse came in with his tray of food, setting it on the rollaway table.

"Would you get me a Pepsi, too?" Tony asked, as she turned to leave the room.

"Sure..." she stopped short waiting as Tony dug into the front pocket of his jeans pulling out a dollar bill. 

She took it from him going to the break room purchasing the drink. When she returned, Catherine had left and brought back a mug full of ice and a pitcher of water as she would for every patient on the floor.

"Now, Mr. Santini, you eat your lunch, get your shower and get right into bed. I don't want to come in here and see you foolin' around. You get to sleep, young man." she waved a vehement finger at him grinning all the while. She knew that once the pill begun to work he would be out like a light to begin with. But he wasn't to know that, according to the note scribbled at the bottom of the script.

"Yes, ma'am." he nodded at her with a faint smile.

"Alright, I'll be back in here in about an hour to check on your progress..." she pulled the rollaway table to him as he climbed up onto the bed sitting on the edge of it. "...You should be finished your shower and in bed by then. If not, you and I will go 'round." she had to fight back the laugh that threatened. It was giving her so much pleasure to gripe at him a little.

"Yes, ma'am." he nodded again saying nothing more. He understood this was payback for her. And she would turn him over her knee and wear him out if he gave her any trouble at all. Either that, or a shot was coming. He shuddered at the thought of the last, watching her march out of the room.

"Thank you..." Tony took the can of Pepsi from the younger nurse.

"Boy, she's being hard with you. I've only seen her act this way with difficult patients." the young woman commented.

"She and I have a history, that's all. She's getting her chance to repay some of my ill words at her in the past."

"Oh, you work here?"

"You must be new?" he stared at her long trying to recall if he had seen her there in the past.

"I am, just started about a month ago." she beamed.

"Oh, yeah. When I'm not out doin' somethin' else, I do work here." he pulled the lid off the tray as he talked to her.

"Okay, what do ya do?"

"I'm a nurse." he informed her opening the Styrofoam cup of tea.

"Oh! A male nurse. That's great. There aren't that many of yer kind around here." her grin was one of great interest in the man she eyed so openly now. "Nice..." she turned then knowing Catherine would be after her in about two seconds if she didn't show her face at the station.

"What does that mean?" Tony cocked his head eyeing her through half lidded eyes.

"Oh, nothing, really." she giggled then escaped quickly out the door.

"Hmp." he wagged his head at her. "I'm not yer type missy." grabbing as the plastic bag of utensils it flew across the floor suddenly.

"Ahem..." Greg bent down picking it up. "...A little attitude I see here, Mr. Santini?" 

Tony looked up to see him grinning from ear to ear.

"No, Greg. But you might wanna put a leash on yer new nurse." he informed him.

"A leash, huh? Why, she got the hots for ya?" the doctor pranced to him like a woman.

"Stop, Greg. You know I don't want that." he fussed, as he fought to open his small cups of food.

Noticing how Tony's hands were beginning to tremble, Greg began to easily pull them open for him, frustrating him even more. "I know, Tony. I'll take care of it. She won't bother you anymore."

"Well, I don't mean for you to get hateful with her, I just don't need her flirting with me, is all."

"I know that, Tony. Boy, you need some rest." he sighed as he lifted the man's chart scribbling a note on it. The doctor knew he wouldn't even say anything about it if he weren't so exhausted. 

"Okay, I've admitted you with extreme exhaustion. And believe me, Catherine if jumping up and down at the fact that yer her patient now. So, I'd behave if I were you." he smiled as he wrote some more on the chart.

"Oh, I will. She's already shown me her devilish side today. It think she's hoping I'll pop off at 'er so she can give me a shot."

"Yes, she is. And she 'knows' you hate those." he parked the side of the metal clipboard on his belt resting his wrists on it.

"Yeah, she and I went through school together. She gave me a few I really didn't like."

Greg laughed.

"And I wasn't afraid of needles until she got ahold of me." Tony jabbed his fork into the air at him as he spoke.

Greg laughed even more.

"I'm glad you think it's so funny." Tony barked playfully.

"Yes, it is. Now, you take care of that meal and shower quickly. I have to go finish my exam of Bruce." he hung the chart on the foot of the bed stepping to the door. "I'll be back to check on you in a while."

"Don't let Bruce paw ya t'death." Tony chuckled.

"Paw me to death, what do ya mean?" Greg stopped at the door turning to him.

"Oh, he only wants to get in yer pants is all." Tony grinned wryly.

"Ah, well..." Greg winked. "...I guess he'll have to wait. I've got somethin' up my sleeve for him too."

Now Tony laughed. "I can't wait to hear this one."

"And that's exactly what you'll do too." Greg opened the door leaving right away.

"Son of a..." Tony laughed then. "Bitch!" he called after the man. Then dug into his chicken hungrily.

When he looked up again Catherine was standing in the doorway a hand on her hip. "Are you being difficult, Mr. Santini?" she quipped.

"Oh, no ma'am." he shook his head negatively in fast jerks, his eyes wide, as he stared back at her.

"I could've sworn I heard you call Dr. Carroll a bitch."

"No, ma'am. Not me..." he held his breath as apprehension came over him suddenly.

"If you say so. But one more outburst from you, young man and your toast. I mean it." she warned.

"Yes, ma'am." he nodded vehemently.

She gave him an amused grin then left.

"Damn, I've gotta get outta here." he muttered to himself.

When he finished eating, he pushed the table away removing his shoes. His legs felt like rubber as he pattered to the bathroom in his socks. Removing his clothing, he showered quickly. Making short work of drying off, he brushed his hair through slipped into his boxer briefs and went back into the next room. Climbing up into the bed, he turned onto his side going right to sleep.

***** 

Meanwhile, with the door locked again, Bruce was still in Greg's office being examined. He reached up grasping the back of the doctor's head pulling him down, sealing their lips. His tongue dove between his lips plundering his mouth leisurely. A moan escaped him at the feel of it and the fact that Greg wasn't resisting.

His free hand came up beginning to unbutton the doctor's shirt. Quickly his fingers worked at ridding him of the barrier that hid his body from him. Then he slipped his hand in plundering his chest lasciviously. 

Greg breathed in suddenly through his nose easing his arms around him. Lost in time for the moment, he didn't protest his advances in the least. Even as his fingers trapped a nipple giving it a gentle squeeze, he leaned into him a little wanting more of his gentle ministrations.

Soon, he guided Bruce back onto the table. Coming up over him, he rested atop him, as his lover pushed the shirt down off his shoulders. Greg planted a kiss on his cheek, as Bruce tilted his head forward brushing his lips over a shoulder.

"I've been waiting for this since Ben told me you were coming home." he whispered into his ear.

"And I've thought of you all week, Greg." Bruce muttered to him in return.

The doctor moaned at that fact, realizing he had been on Bruce's mind all the while. He felt him urge his body upward and followed his guidance readily. Supporting himself on his elbows, he looked down watching this awesome man surround his nipple with his lips. The effect of it sent a shiver all through him causing him to suck air suddenly.

His manhood began to ache already. It throbbed with a great need for Bruce. He began to tremble as the man's lips scattered light kisses all over his upper body. 

"Bruce, I want you..." he finally admitted.

The man looked up at him then with so much desire reflecting back at him that it stirred his heart even more. His hands moved down loosening his pants. He pushed them down over Greg's hips. With a soft urgency, he moved them flagrantly over his cheeks, gliding them up and down over them. Then he pulled the doctor firmly to his naked body watching his responses all the while.

Lifting his head as he did, his tongue sneaked out teasing the other nipple. He could feel Greg's quivering in his grasp. It was such a delight for him. There was nothing better than to watch Greg lost in all the attention. Except when he was with Jonathan, or Tony. He almost laughed at the thought. But he didn't.

Instead, he urged his favorite doctor, to remove his pants for him. They worked together silently to rid his body of them and the shirt he had on. Then he pulled Greg to him. Staring into his eyes long, he bent his knees wrapping his legs around him. Hooking his heals he moved against him to incite him to have him.

Greg leaned down sealing their lips once more. Reaching between them, he eased into him slowly. Pulling back a bit, he pushed in further each time he did. And soon, he was buried deep inside the man. 

All the while his kiss was becoming more fervent and heated. It seared Bruce's lips and tongue with its torrid heat. It seemed Greg could not kiss him deep enough, as he searched his mouth almost sweeping the back of his throat.

They moaned here and there, reacquainting themselves with each other again. Their bodies moved at a leisurely pace, taking their time with each other. Slow gentle strides, they moved together enticing the other to dare to cross the line of their passions and fall into that chasm of release. Like an ebbing tide, they were molded together, their bodies undulating in rhythm with the other.

Rushing sounds of excited breaths, exploring each other with their hands. Their mouth, connected as they dove into the other's time and time again. Reaching for that ultimate goal, they each beckoned to the other with so much care. Groping at air to feed their need. Hand's lock, fingers intertwining.

Gradually the pace was accelerated. Their hands loosened. Their arms embracing one another. And the power of their need, the intensity of their desire, took them higher in their passions to a most timeless place. Seeming lost there, they relished the other with all they had to give.

One hand came up to the back of the doctor's head. He held him there as the other sneaked down to the small of his back, his finger draping over his bottom. There he guided his movements pressing him firmly to him. With a more urgent need, he longed for their release. Struggling to resist his own until Greg had found his.

But he tensed suddenly in the doctor's arms. His arms became as constricting as a boa. Moaning intermittently into his mouths he snatch at urgent breaths through his nose. Contracting strongly around him, it was more than Greg could manage. His body joined him in the mutual pleasures that had found them. 

They reveled together in convulsive heightened sensation. Their voices muffled by the ardency of their kiss. Together they struggled to remain as quiet as they could, but that was just so hard to do. However sweet it had been, this love they had made, it ended all too soon with them hold each other silently.

Bruce struggled to remain awake now. All his stress and tension had been relieved. And as he lay there with Greg in his gentle loving arms, weariness overcame him suddenly.

"I have to shower, Bruce." Greg pulled back seeing his eyes narrowed by drowsiness. He smiled knowing it would help him. Having known Bruce always had been this way, he just knew. Anytime he was overly tense, or stress had overcome him, his mind would begin to wonder and his body craved to be sated. AAnd in these times, for Bruce, the best medicine for him was to make love.

Giving him a long gentle kiss, he warned him not to fall asleep on the narrow exam table. Climbing down, he gathered his clothes rushing into his adjacent bathroom to take a quick shower.

When he returned to the room again, Bruce had curled up on his sofa. He was fast asleep and even and earthquake wouldn't wake him now. He smiled as he finished buttoning his shirt. Going to his locker, he reached for a blanket, shaking it out. He went to the sofa spreading it over his nakedness. Then took the pillow on the back, leaning against the wall, he lifted the man's head, resting it on the soft comfort. Bruce only moaned a bit, but never woke from his sleep.



Bigrig Ch. 17



It was going into the fourth week, and the four of them were seated around the table at dinner. They were staying at the apartment on the complex under safe watch constantly. The security guard sat in his chair at the door. In his hand was a book that he had been reading for days now. And he paid no attention to them at the moment.

The silence seemed to fall around them as usual. With so much security, it was difficult for a private reprieve and they all were beginning to feel the stress of it mounting inside them.

The only one that didn't seem to be affected by it was Tony. And he was on one of his kicks that he didn't want to be messed with at all. It seemed since they had gotten back from that last trip, he had withdrawn from them all. The three of them each wondered in his own mind, if he were only concentrating on the conflict ahead, or was he loosing his faith in his own abilities because he hadn't accomplished what he so desired.

Over and again Bruce recalled that night, how Tony had demanded of himself, that he had to kill Maurice. It plagued him over and over, wondering if he felt less than he is, because he had not done so. Plus, by coming short of killing their allie, he had almost fallen prey to the demented mind of his opponent.

Jonathan stared at Tony. His heart was aching for him. He could tell something wasn't right with him. But his every attempt to soothe his heart was warded off by the man's insistent alienation. There wasn't anything else he could do. He had tried everything he knew to do. Even praying had begun to keep him company at night. No one else was.

Sitting straight, he tossed his fork down. Standing he rushed into his room. There he hid, feeling he was to blame. There was no one here that had brought so much trouble to them. No one else had almost gotten them killed. And not one of them had such a vindictive uncle, who was cruel and heartless.

He began to want to punish himself for all the trouble he had caused. Hugging his pillow, he rocked as he sat on the edge of his bed. Nothing was right now. They all had changed. His eye filled with tears. His heart breaking, he went into his adjacent bathroom locking the door. Even though it was a rule here that no one lock there door, he did it anyway.

Tony stared at Jonathan's now empty spot. His mind racing with so many thoughts, all at once. How they had shared such a wonderful night. The same night Maurice had almost killed him. And he missed Jonathan. He missed all of them. But he couldn't stand the fact that he had failed. All his training, all of his hard work, and he still had not made his mark.

Then it suddenly occurred that no one had gotten up to check on the kid. Bruce had gotten up and went out onto the balcony. Greg was just sitting there staring like he was. What had happened to them? Why were they all like this?

As he stood, Bruce's cell phone rang. This was the call they had been waiting for. In its charger on the book shelf, it buzzed and vibrated, ringing all the while.

The security guard stood to his feet. He looked to the balcony, but Bruce didn't come. "Hey, you wanna get that!" he called to the sliding glass door.

Suddenly coming to his senses, Bruce rushed inside picking it up. His eyes locked with the guards, nodding as soon as he pushed the talk button. In the same instant, the guard pressed the button on his watch starting the timer. 

The call was patched through the system in the tech room. Every second counted that Bruce had to keep him on the line. And the call was recorded, every word would be analyzed.

"Well, Bruce Crawford, is it?" the strongly amused voice came over the cell phone.

"Yes, James bowman, I presume." Bruce returned with a bit of distain.

The man laughed on the other end. "Oh, don't sound so modest, Bruce. I know you have no love toward me. And in fact, I must say, I have grown to appreciate your tenacity. And I also have grown to respect you. You've given my people a very difficult time. And that I just cannot allow, sir."

"Allow it or not, that's how it is, 'sir'." he emphasized that word with much emotion.

Mr. Bowman laughed again. "Well, whatever it is, you still have something that belongs to me. I want it back." his tone became harsh now.

"Oh, is that it? You think you can just order me?"

"I am not calling you to pick a fight, Mr. Crawford. I only want the kid."

"And you can just keep wanting, Mr. Bowman." Bruce maintained his allegiance to Jonathan completely. 

His eyes lifted to see the youth slowly come out of his room. He had heard the cell phone ring, which had stopped him from his dreadful deed. Now, he stepped one foot before the other toward the dining room again. Watching. Listening. Waiting to see what would happen to him now. Would Bruce just give him over to his uncle? Or would he remain the strong friend he had been all this time? His breath caught in his throat, he waited to hear.

"You have a very nice home, my friend. It would be a shame to watch it go up in a blazing fire. Ruined and left in ashes, along with everything inside." the man on the other end played his piece, now waiting for Bruce to take his turn.

"Torch it, bowman. Jonathan's more important to me than my house."

"I see..." the man seemed very disappointed now. "...Well, is you truck as important? More, maybe? It would be difficult to make what you make with a new truck payment, now wouldn't it?"

Bruce sighed.

"Ask him what he wants, Bruce." Tony whispered harshly.

"What do you want, bowman?" he growled into the phone.

"Oh, did I hit a nerve, sir? Pardon me." he chuckled. "Bring the kid to your place. One hour, Bruce. That's all you have. Or everything you own will disappear. I will kill you. And I'll take your doctor friend as my...ahem...well, pet. I'm sure you'd like that, now wouldn't you. Knowing I'm having my way with him. He is such a lovely man, too. I may even torture him a time or two, just to see how much he can stand. I love to hear a grown man scream."

"You leave Greg out of this!" Bruce yelled into the phone. He was trembling now. His anger soaring to a height he had never experienced.

Greg coiled suddenly as tears of frustration ran down Bruce's face. He wondered what had been said that he would react this way. And it involved him. What in God's name?

"Then I guess, you'll concede by bringing Jonathan back to me. Your place, Bruce. One hour." the line began to make that awful sound of an ended conversation.

"Damn it!" Bruce angrily threw the phone on the floor. He stomped it to pieces not thinking what he was doing.

Greg slowly stood. He had never seen Bruce like this. His hands went to his face in total disbelief.

"Okay!" Tony turned to the security guard. "Fuck...you!" he jabbed a finger in the air at him.

The guard lifted his hands wondering what he had done.

Tony moved to Bruce grasping his arms. He shook him back to reality vigorously. "Bruce! Stop it! Take it out on Bowman!" he then pulled him to his body holding him desperately close.

"That man is evil..." Bruce sobbed.

"He's always been that way." Jonathan muttered. "Did he threaten to take Greg? Make him his toy or something? Maybe offered to change his looks a little? He'll do it, too." tears streamed down the youth's face as he spoke.

Bruce nodded. He couldn't answer.

Ben burst in through the door. A tall man with short light brown hair, His eyes an even lighter brown, they were gleaming with unbridled passion to trap Bowman at the moment. A very handsome face and strong cut features he stepped toward the two that were hugging at the moment.

"It's time, Bruce. We have to go." the man's smooth sultry voice washed over them.

"Greg's not going." Bruce's head popped up suddenly.

Ben eyed him with much surprise at the heat in Bruce's tone. "Okay..." he nodded once enunciating the word long. "But Jonathan is." he stated firmly.

"Does he have to go?" Greg grabbed the youth hugging him to him suddenly. His eyes reflected the state of his heightened emotions.

"Yes, he's the bait. He must go." the man stated coolly then stepped to the door. "We only have an hour. Time is wasting people." and he was gone.

"No, Bruce. You can't let them do this." Greg rushed to him clinching his arm.

"You heard the man." he kept his head down now realizing he had sacrificed Jonathan for Greg. His heart was aching. How could he choose in such a way? Why hadn't he demanded that they both stay?

"Bruce..." Greg began to sob, as he watched him move away. Not even a look or a kiss. No hug to comfort him. He grabbed Jonathan in a last desperate show of emotion. Hugging him close and tight, he kept him there, until the guard pried him from his body dragging him away. Greg stood there alone. His mind full of fear and crushing sorrow.

Jonathan rode in silence while Bruce, Tony and Ben rambled on about what they should do. He had begun to feel he was being led into the wolves den by a pack of thieves. Their snarling grins and sharp tearing fangs snapping at him with each second that passed by.

He suddenly realized he had survived all these years. He could do it again, if he had too. But he was tired of fighting the man. Tired of the struggle to live. The freedom he had known was never real to begin with. Not having to look over his shoulder at every turn. Or lie awake at night in fear that someone would steal him away. That wasn't freedom, so it he had never truly known. Not really.

The car stopped and he looked up to realize they were parked in front of Bruce's house. It seemed only seconds ago, he was about to take his own life. Now, he wouldn't have to. His uncle would do it for him.

"Jonathan, we are not giving you up freely. At the first opportunity, you run, boy." Ben leaned to him grasping his arm. "None of us have gone through all of this, just to watch him put you in his car and leave." the man added.

Jonathan's brow furrowed at hearing this. "But I thought--"

"Don't even!" Bruce stated strongly. "You heard the man. You run, the first chance you get. Tony's gonna try to set off a diversion. You watch for that. You hear? And I'll be right there." he explained urgently.

Jonathan smiled. "Okay..." 

His subtle nod brought a smile to Ben's face. "You're a tough kid, Jonathan. You hang in there. No body is giving you up." he reiterated.

"Thank you." Jonathan's face lit up.

"No. they'll have to kill us first." Tony added.

Now Jonathan looked to him with so much surprise. It seemed the man had come alive again. His unbridled passions apparent again. He hugged him powerfully before they had to get out of the car.

"You think out there. Don't panic, just think." Tony whispered, one hand cradling his head, the other arm around him holding him tight.

"Let's go. The natives are gettin' antsy." Ben commented looking at the small force coming out from behind the tree line.

"You brought more than they have, didn't you?" Bruce queried.

"Let's just hope so." Ben opened the door. "Bruce, you first. Then Jonathan, if he has too. Not before." Ben whispered.

Bruce nodded stepping out of the car. He straightened being faced with this well dressed lot of men and their weapons.

"Where's Bowman?" he called out to them. Funny, he didn't see Peter in the line that approached him. It made him wonder what had happened to the man. Maurice was there, he noticed.

"Well..." that smooth cool voice he had heard over the phone exuded from the man that stepped out from the line. "...I see you're not as dissuaded as you thought."

"I'm only here to negotiate the kid. That's all, Bowman." Bruce's voice was firm unwavering.

The man laughed. "There is no negotiation, Crawford. Jonathan is my nephew and belongs with me."

"Bullshit, Bowman. He's a legal adult, he decides where he wants to live and breathe."

"You are a hard man, sir. But I grant you, I am harder. Now..." he stepped closer. "...Where is the boy?"

Bruce stared at him a moment hoping Tony would jump out any second.

"I won't ask you one more time, Bruce." automatic weapons lifted to him suddenly.

"You think I'm scared of you?" the man retorted bitterly.

"No, I think you're being stupid." he grinned. "Now, give me the boy."

No one had noticed the door was open on the far side of the car. Tony low-crawled tediously slow to the back so as not to make a sound. Ben had issued him a nine millimeter automatic with a silencer that was much better than his old revolver. He had practiced with it since he had been back. Going through the obstacle course, target practice, you name it, he had done it. And now he was ready to take his two major subjects down.  You had better not miss, Santini.  he told himself.

Inside the car, Ben had cracked his window. He trained his sights on Bowman, but Bruce stood in the way.

"Move Crawford..." he mumbled in frustration. "Don't get out of the car, Jonathan. Not unless you have too."

Jonathan lay in the seat, his hands over his head waiting for the gunfire to begin. Trembling, he could only hope his friends wouldn't be hurt or worse. His heart thudded against his chest. The sound permeated his ears so that it was all he heard. His breathing sporadic, he struggled to be silent, not wanting his uncle to know he was there.

Suddenly, Tony rose up trained on Maurice. He squeezed of the round that hurled, cutting through the air. Without warning, or a sound made, the man crumbled to the ground. Tony's eyes widened. It seemed so foreign to him that he now watched the man drop like a sack of potatoes. He lay sprawled on the ground motionless. He laughed. Tony laughed.

"Gotchya! You mother fucker!" he cried senselessly.

Men scattered suddenly. Bruce dropped to the ground as bullets rained everywhere, all around. Bowman grabbed him up using him as cover before he barely touched the ground.

"Damn it!" Ben yelled crawling to the far side of the car. He slipped out keeping his head down as he joined Tony. "Knucklehead..." he growled at the man. "You always have to have the last word, don'tchya?"

"Yep." Tony came up firing some again. He ducked back down looking at the tree line. "Where are all of our guys?" he asked.

"Tony, haven't you been listening?" Ben grumbled.

"Well, yeah." he loaded a clip into the handgrip turning to fire again.

"I swear you fly by the seat of yer pants." Ben came up parking his arms on the trunk firing for a few seconds. He ducked back down.

"You know me, man." Tony grinned.

"One of these days, Tony..."

"You wouldn't wish something bad on me, after all these years, now would ya?"

"No, I don't wish it on ya. I just wish you'd pay more attention. Our guys are the ones in camouflage, Tony."

"That's right. I remember now."

"Yeah, right, Tony." 

"Stay here with the kid." Tony began to crawl away. 

"Tony!" Ben suddenly came up aiming this time, but meaning to draw a distraction from Tony's movement.

Tony stayed down, low-crawling quickly to the open until he had to get up and run into the trees. Bowman had Bruce, and there was no telling what he would do to him. And that man being his friend and lover, he just couldn't abandon him. He slipped behind the line of fire searching for him fervently.

*****

"Have you ever been touched by someone you didn't like, Bruce? Someone you didn't want them to put their hands on you?" Bowman grinned into his face like the cat that ate the canary.

"You're not dealing with a boy, Bowman." Bruce stared back, daring him with his eyes to lay a finger on him.

The man half moaned, half laughed. "That's what I love, Bruce. A fighter. And Jonathan is just that." his voice was husky now. "You can fight me. I'd like that very much."

"You sick piece o' shit." Bruce growled. "Come on! I dare ya t' try!" he struggled with the two men that had his hands and arms wrenched behind him tight.

Bowman took out a large hunting knife beginning to trim his nails deftly with it. "Oh, I won't try, Crawford. I promise you that." he looked up from his work for a moment only.

Bruce now studied him long. He looked much like Jonathan, only fuller and stronger. Older, though he still appeared to be young, possibly in his late twenties. His black hair fell long down his back, being caught and swept now and then by the wind. An oval face encompassed those dark almond shaped eyes. A dark complexion with smooth unblemished skin was covered in a light colored suit of baby blue. Tall and handsome he was, but that was all obscured to Bruce by the tales he had heard of this man and his sick evil mind.

"You didn't bring my nephew, Bruce. I'm really disappointed in you. Instead, you brought Santini along. But that's fine. I'll be rid of him soon too. You really didn't think Maurice would come unprepared did you?"

At that moment the man stepping into the clearing deep in the forest grinning lewdly at Bruce. He stepped right up to Mr. Bowman slipping an arm around him comfortably. The man turned to him giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Oh, god..." Bruce groaned. "...I should've known Maurice took it up the ass."

Without warning Maurice jabbed his fist into Bruce's midsection hard and fast. The man bent over going to his knees. He gagged and coughed desperately trying to catch his breath. The sick feeling that was coming over him concerned him terribly.

"Did it hurt?" Jim turned to Maurice asking after smiling with some amusement at Bruce's pain. He toyed with the hole in the shirt and the indentation in the bulletproof vest his right hand man had on.

Maurice grinned at the man's attentions becoming aroused by it immediately. He unbuttoned the shirt taking it and the vest off. Then he replaced the shirt fastening it once more.

"Oh, it felt good, sir." the man was emphatic.

"That's my Maurice." he chuckled. "Santini's got the hots for you. You'd better keep an eye out, my friend."

"Oh, but I have the advantage now that he thinks I'm dead." the man grinned at him fully.

"Yes..." Jim sighed long and wistfully, "...But, he's not one to give up. And once he realizes..."

"I won't disappoint you, sir." Maurice pledged now.

"Good." it seemed to be all he had wanted to hear. "But, now we have a decision to make. What will we do with this one?" he pointed the tip of his knife at Bruce briefly.

"Oh, I know what I want." Maurice was very decided about it.

"I thought you would. And you can have Santini too, when you get him. This one, I will hold until you find him, but I may use him a little while you look."

"That's fine with me." Maurice started back through the trees. "I'd rather have Santini, anyway."

Jim laughed lewdly, tossing his head back to do so. "And you think my mind is sick. You should look into his."

"I don't plan to, creep." Bruce wheezed.

"No, but you will, I assure you." he reached down lifting Bruce's face with a finger beneath his chin. 

They stared long into the other's eyes. It seemed forever before the man finally smiled again. And Bruce returned it with a bitter glare that pierced right through the man exciting him even more.

"Hmm. Why don't you two remove his nice clothes? He won't have any use for them for a while." his hand dropped and he stepped away to watch.

*****

The door came open and someone grabbed an ankle. Jonathan squealed as he was being drug out of the car. He kicked at his captor violently coveting what freedom he did have up until then. That wicked laugh was so familiar to him. Having tormented his dreams all his life. He grabbed the back of the passenger seat holding on with all his might. But he just wasn't that strong.

The hands now grasped his thighs. He felt weight come down on his calves pinning them so the man could enter the back seat. Heaviness came over him suddenly almost knocking the wind out of him. Still, he fought the man violently. He wouldn't give in. the man would have to take him. And with strong hands, Maurice pinned his hand so that he couldn't move.




Bigrig Ch. 17



"Been a long while, sunshine. I hope you didn't forget me, so soon."

"Fuck you, Maurice!" Jonathan squirmed trying to be free of him still.

Maurice moaned at the feel of his movement. It had been too long since he had had this luscious delight. And even though he had done so secretly, it was just as good. He breathed into Jonathan's ear letting him know how excited he was.

"How 'bout you and I get reacquainted?" he whispered pressing his groin to Jonathan's bottom.

"Leave me alone, Maurice." the youth settled not moving now. But he let him know, he was not partner with this.

"Oh, come on, now. You love it and you know it." the man teased coldly.

"Where's Ben?" Jonathan asked then.

"He's asleep, my pretty. I gave him something to take all his troubles away." his familiar gentleness now surrounded the youth.

"You shot 'im, didn't ya?"

Maurice only laughed lightly. "If I did, you don't need to worry. I haven't shot you...yet." the man chuckled again. "Now, turn over and give me a big kiss, Jonathan."

"Fuck you!"

Maurice laughed fully. "If that's what you want. That's all you had to say, baby." 

He then began to paw at his body pushing his shirt up exposing him to his unrelenting stare. His hands were heavy. Tormenting him with the slightest touch. It seemed the very evil of it burned Jonathan's skin terribly. And the man was able to work his jeans down to the youth's horror. Then he settled atop him again, trapping his wrists in one powerful hand once more.

"You asked for it, kid. Now, you're gonna get it. And you know I've been looking forward to this for so very long."

"Let me go, Maurice!" Jonathan bucked as much as he could.

The man only moaned his satisfaction to him. His heavy breath washed over his ear time and time again. So, he settled quickly, not wanting to allow him the pleasure of inciting him more. Then he had a thought that sickened him as much as it might prove to set him free.

"You want me, Maurice?"

"Do I want you?" the man laughed out loud. "Do I want you." a hand slid under his chin. The fingers grasped his jaw tight jerking his head up and back against his shoulder harshly. "You silly, boy. Would I go through so much trouble, if I didn't? And all those years I spent time with you alone. Secretly. Deep in the basement where no one would hear you scream. Do I want you? It's obvious you have no idea what I want. And now that you're older, some of it I can do. Where before, I might would have killed you. And you thought I was so terrible then." he snickered shortly.

"Close the door, Maurice." he enticed sweetly.

"What?" 

"Close the door and you can have me." Jonathan offered squeaking due to the pressure of the man's hand pressing against his throat.

Maurice lay there thinking for a moment. It smelled like a trap to him. Jonathan wasn't a dummy. No. he was intelligent and quick minded. High spirited. And hungry for freedom. He knew this.

Lifting his foot, he stretched hooking it into the well. Pulling strongly, he shut the door, lifting the other to get it out of the way.

"Now, Jonathan. I know you have something up your sleeve. But I'm afraid you're not getting away so easily." he grinned into his face turning his head awkwardly to do so.

Jonathan hesitated to carry out his plan, still. Slowly, he turned his face to Maurice trying to lean closer to it. The man loosened his grasp just to see if he would go through with it. And with much uncertainty, Jonathan finally sealed their lips.

Maurice couldn't believe it. His eyes even reflected his skepticism and surprise. But as Jonathan's tongue invaded his mouth willfully, he moaned long, expressively. And the taste of his kiss was so sweet. So luscious. Only in his dreams had he supposed a thing so wondrous. His lips pressed against his. So pliant. Ever probing his mouth. And the moisture, the warmth. He was in heaven at the moment.

Moaning again, he shifted forcing Jonathan's back to the back of the seat. He moved up to him. Close. Pushing a knee between his thighs in and effort to move even closer, His free hand moved down over his side, his hip, down his naked thigh. Smooth and soft he was. Only in his dreams had he been softer.

Jonathan drew back from the kiss for a moment. He stared into the man's eyes and face long. "Let my hands go, Maurice." he whispered to him.

The man's eyes narrowed now.

"Let them go. You want me to touch you?" Jonathan forced a sweet smile for him.

"Okay, but you try anything at all and I swear..."

"Maurice..." Jonathan halted his threats quickly. "If I meant to do anything at all, would I? Knowing how strong and powerful you are. How you could rip me apart with one hand tied behind you. And you think I might try something." his grin was a sarcastic one.

Maurice smiled again realizing he was right. Slowly he let him go staring straight into his eyes as the arms and hands went around his neck. And he noticed how inertly he did this, not wanting to incite him to wrath so quickly.

"Maybe you've learned something after all." his cold eyes seemed to flicker with warmth for a second. He then waited silently, to see what more the youth would do. 

And to his pleasure, Jonathan's face came closer again. He tilted his head a bit. Their lips connected softly. Without warning, Maurice grasped the back of his head, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth. His body bolted against him tight, almost crushing him against the back of the seat.

Jonathan resolved not to allow his force to frighten him. He whined, but nothing more. In the moments that followed he became brave enough to allow his hands to plunder him. Slow, gently touches that let Maurice know he intended to go through with this. As far as he had to go, he would.

The man gradually relaxed his hold on him. Even his kiss became much more amiable. And anyway, where would he run to? The place was crawling with Mr. Bowman's people. There was just no escape for him, no matter how hard he tried.

Jonathan loosened the shirt. Each button he painstakingly undid. And when it was open, he slipped his hand inside beginning to tease. Toying with his flesh as he would, or had done before with others. His fingers gently tormented a nipple he had found. For a long while he teased it softly.

"How do you like it, Maurice?" he spoke on his breath to the man.

"It's very good, Jonathan. Of course, I like it." his voice was laden with his arousal.

"How do you want it?" the youth asked then.

Maurice eyed him curiously, not clear as to what he meant.

"You like it painful? Or gentle?"

Now the man smile. It suddenly occurred to him that he could train Jonathan to do some of the things he liked most of all. Things that only Mr. Bowman would do for him, when the severity of the need struck him.

"I'll tell you as you go." he offered then.

"Good." Jonathan smiled, forcing it through his distain for this man.

Soon, the youth moved down his neck. His lips brushed the man's skin lightly as he went. The subtle inhalations of the man actually excited him. Just to know that Maurice could be persuaded with a little gentleness made him even more excited. His one hand explored lower on the man's body. His strong cut muscled abdomen fell prey to his deft fingers and hand. But curiously, Jonathan stopped when he felt the scare around the man's navel. He had seen it before, but had never really noticed it. A large bite mark was what it was. His brow furrowed momentarily.

"Don't tell me you are feeling some concern for me now." Maurice piped almost haughtily.

"I was just curious where it came from. I've always seen it, but never paid it any attention." Jonathan answered sweetly.

"You see what happens when you stop and pay attention? All of that fighting and carrying on, we could have been best of friends, lovers, you and me, Jonathan. Of course, there is now, isn't there?" he almost laughed about the idea. And it would've been a most triumphant one. But he held it back. "Mr. Bowman put it there. He said that as long as I was his and he owned me, I might as well wear his mark."

"But I don't wear one." Jonathan stated then.

"No, he didn't want it scaring off his customers, kid." Maurice volunteered. 

"Oh..." Jonathan mouthed silently. Inside he seethed with anger that his uncle was so presumptuous. But he forced himself not to show it. And he forced himself to move his hand over it, as if it wasn't there. To move his hand further downward. Allowing it to pass over the waistline of his slacks. Further he pushed himself, until he felt it. That menacing piece of flesh that had been his curse for so long. His secret curse. The one even Bruce, Tony or Greg knew nothing about.

He gripped it gently, watching Maurice's eyes close reveling in the feel of his willful touch. Moving further down, the man's eyes popped open again. Jonathan grasped his sacks wanting to squeeze them until they were crushed in his own hand. But he didn't. He only lightly applied pressure to them, releasing them quickly.

The hand moved back up rubbing him through the material. He was strongly hardened. Throbbing beneath his touch. So, he undid his pants, slipping his hand in feeling it flesh against flesh. Warm. Soft and gentle was his touch.

Maurice moaned again. His eyes closed. He had forgotten the gunfight outside completely. Or that he was supposed to be looking for Tony. He was completely inundated with the feel of Jonathan's advances at the moment. Distracted. Utterly indisposed.

Jonathan slowly began to move down his body. Light feathery kisses he spread along the way. Maurice finally moved allowing him to come up over his body. Yet, he kept a hold on him somewhere as he worked. His wrist for the most part, then his hair at one point. 

But finally, Jonathan met his goal. He gripped it in one hand opening wide. It was now or never, and he resolved to carry out his plans. He almost shuddered as the thought of his bitten off manhood twitching in his mouth. But he controlled it vehemently as he started to engulf the menacing flesh completely. 

Suddenly Maurice came to his senses as the door opened. Someone grabbed Jonathan's hair jerking him out of the car. The youth screamed tumbling to the ground backing away from whoever it was. His eyes full of stark fear.

With lightening speed, Maurice jumped out the door on the opposite side. He just knew Mr. Bowman had discovered them now. And he knew his life was also forfeit. Jim would utterly destroy him. That is after torturing him until he was almost dead.

He struggled to push the evidence back into his pants and zip them up before the man came around the car. Lying on his back he watched as he stepped leisurely around the trunk. But this wasn't Mr. Bowman. Not at all. He grinned relieved terribly. Then he tensed again.

"I think you need to go to confession, Maurice. On your knees before your master. Don't you think?" Tony stood at the end of the trunk. His hand propped there lazily. He was grinning so lewdly. "Does Mr. Bowman know? How long has this been going on? You, playing with his favorite pet. Oh, my..." he laughed sarcastically. "I bet if he did know, you would be in so much trouble. Gees..." he rolled his head back laughing loudly. "Oh, god. I'd love to see that. The expression on his face when he finds out."

"No, Tony..." Maurice's expression show with so much fear at the thought of it.

"Oh, yes, Maurice. God, I would get such a hard on."

"You would, you snake."

Tony laughed again. "Me? A snake? I'm not the one that was caught with the little girl overseas. Pretty young wasn't she? And I do recall that Uncle Jim was not happy about it either. And you tried so desperately to pin the blame on me. But luckily, I had witnesses. I was with my witnesses. And the little girl lived, Maurice..." he bent at the waist laughing. "...boy you really screwed up there. But now, you're bangin' the boss's nephew. Oh, my god...." 

Maurice stood to his feet refusing to take this lying down.

"Where is he, by the way? I'd like to be the one to tell him." he turned his back to him only to provoke him to rush on him.

And he did. And when he did, Tony was ready. Spinning, he planted the heals of his hands hard to his chest. Maurice was thrown backwards landing hard to the ground. The man turned quickly, getting up right away. He and Tony then engaged in an all out brawl.

Jonathan watched them from the other side of the car. He had never seen Tony fight before. And he was fearless. His strength was matched, but he was fierce. Determined. Patiently waiting for that one moment that he could best his opponent.

Jonathan could see that Maurice was afraid of Tony revealing the truth to Mr. Bowman. He had often wondered about this. All of their secret moments together were ended with the threat of death if he ever told anyone. But it never really occurred to him that Mr. Bowman didn't know about this. And to think that all this time, he could have ridded himself of this slime from the beginning, if he had only been a little self confident. Just a little.

Tony grabbed the man by the hair at the back of the head. He punched him hard in the belly had he had seen Bruce receive. As the man leaned over, Tony threw his knee up hard. Unforgiving. Again. Again. Maurice staggered. Jonathan's mouth hung open, not believing the force Tony was using. 

This was vengeance he was seeing before his eyes. His grunts with each strike appeared to be the point at which it was released. Then Tony shoved the man back not ready to stop yet. His hunger for this man just was not sated yet.

He stood there, waiting. Allowing the man to recover at bit. Rocking from one foot to the next, he was bent, waiting. His eyes steadily on their target, he yet waited.

Maurice grabbed his thighs just above his knees. He wiped the blood from his mouth and nose as he lingered there. And he stayed there knowing Tony would wait. This man was far from angry now. He had years of pinned up anger pulsing through his veins. Powerful indignation that had festered and oozed for so long. 

All because of one night that turned into something that it wasn't supposed to be. One night that left Tony wounded, bleeding and helpless. A night that Maurice would never forget. He grinned as he recalled it. Looking up at Tony, he recalled it all. 

This was no more about that little girl than it was Jonathan. Tony had a debt to pay. And he almost bet no one even knew of it. Not even Bruce. He laughed.

"What's funny, Maurice." Tony groaned.

"You never told anyone, did you?" he stood slowly now.

"I didn't see the need, Maurice."

"How about I tell Jonathan? I'm sure he'd be interested to know that his hero was--"

Tony charged at him drowning out his words with his growl. Maurice hooked him under the arms tossing him strongly away. Tony crashed to the ground rolling. When he stopped he knew he had made a terrible mistake. But he now admonished himself for. It wouldn't happen again. 

He got up as Maurice kept his eye on him.

"You see, Jonathan. You're not the only one, I've...made a toy of." he chuckled.

Jonathan's eyes cut to Tony then. The look on his face told him, he understood his pain. Tears filled his eyes with the knowledge that Maurice had hurt him. Far more than anything or anyone could, he had hurt him.

Tony's stare locked with the youth's now feeling every bit of pride and self worth in him was lost. But as he continued to gaze there, he saw that Jonathan's confidence was not faltering in him at all. He loved him regardless. And he believed in Tony completely.

It suddenly didn't matter anymore. The man straightened looking over at Maurice again. He still had a punishment to render. But it would be not only for himself, but for Jonathan, and anyone else this man had hurt.

"Come on, Maurice..." he waved his fingers at him beckoning. "...Let's finish this."

*****

The two men held Bruce strongly, while another stripped his body. All the while, the man gave them all a very strong fight. When they finally accomplished it, the two lifted his arm around their shoulder grasping his under arm, keeping the heals of their free hands against the biceps or the shoulder. They dragged him to a large tree where he was forced to stand with his back to the trunk. His hands and feet were bound to the tree.

Jim smiled finally. Approaching slowly, he eyed the lovely man before him greedily. Lustfully. The clarity of his intentions was evident in his hungry eyes. Bruce could see it. He felt it in his stare and he abhorred it terribly. He began to feel what Jonathan must have felt so many times because of this man. How depredated, and helpless, he was.

"You are a fine man, Mr. Crawford." he glanced down at him devouring the sight of him. "I can see why my nephew likes you. He does seem to migrate to men of...more than ample endowments. And I see, he chose very well with you."

"Go fuck yerself, Bowman." Bruce growled at him.

"Hmm. I really am enjoying your passion, Bruce. But, there is something you must learn soon. You now belong to me, sir. And I don't appreciate being told to go fuck myself. But of course, I really can't blame you. With all the anger you have building up inside. Fear...perhaps. If I were in your shoes, I might do the same. But then again, I think I would consider the damage that can be done to such a beautiful body...And such a lovely face." he suddenly jabbed the knife right at Bruce's face.

The man only stared into Jim's eyes dead on, refusing to allow this man to terrorize him. Even when the man turned it horizontal with the ground, placing it under his chin, he wouldn't have it. He refused to be intimidated by him.

"I like you, Bruce. You are a strong man. But soon, I will find your breaking point. And since you are all mine now, you cannot go without my special attentions." he stepped closer and Bruce began to struggle again. If he could just get his hands on this man, he would crush his head like a grape.

Jim watched the emotions flashing in his eyes. He wasn't a stranger to them in the least. In fact, it drew more excitement to see it. It was thrilling to dare to stare into the face of pure unadulterated anger and resistance. Fear was another that titillated him. But Bruce had none of that. And yet, that was becoming more and more refreshing to him. A man with no fear for himself. But, what about someone he loved?

His hand came up safely brushing the man's cheek with the backs of his fingers. They ran up along his jaw to his temple. Even though Bruce at first tried to veer away, he now stared dead on at the man allowing him his touch. And that he enjoyed so much. To see the spite in his eyes knowing he couldn't get away from it. Yet, he went along with it with so much seething inside of him at the same time.

"You have very lovely hair, Bruce. Long... silky soft." his hand dove into it at the temple moving back. The fingers became lost in it as he grasped a large amount of it bringing it around front to inspect it. Letting it go, he watched it fall to his chest and abdomen stopping just at his right hip. He combed through it with his fingers a few times.

He stepped closer. Bruce challenged it by struggling even more. Their bodies brushed vaguely. Taking his jaw in hand, his curiosity was more than he could withstand. Tilting his head, he leaned down planting his lips to the man's.

Bruce fought it for a moment, and then to everyone's surprise, he opened to him sticking his tongue out to tease the man's lips willfully.

Jim chuckled. "I guess you think I would fall for that, Bruce." he leaned further down, his lips brushing his ear as he spoke secretively to him. "I will not have my tongue bitten off, sir. I am not that stupid."

And as Bruce lunged for his ear, he moved away abruptly. The man struggled harder. Vehemently with his captors, he fought to be free.




Bigrig Ch. 17



"Come now, Bruce. You know there is no use. I have you. And I will have you. And you will not be free of me. Ever. I have learned from my mistakes with Jonathan. And I will not make them again." he grinned at him fully.

Jim's eyes wandered over his body again. He leaned to him once more. His lips caught a prominently hard nipple between them. Slowly he teased it attempting to draw the man in. seeing if he would allow his body the simple pleasure of it. Testing him. Teasing him. Tasting of him.

A hand came up resting in the center of his chest. It glided down the middle of his body at a leisurely pace. Memorizing every detail, the man relished the feel of him. The taste of him. He forced back a moan that threatened with his heightened pleasure in it. And soon he wanted more than just a nipple.

Utterly beguiled by this man, his hand moved further down. Over his abdomen. The trail of hair that began just under his navel. He followed it. Finally, he grasped him fully. Surrounding his moderate hardness in his hand and fingers, he now stroked him. Slowly. Leisurely.

Looking up into his face, he couldn't help but admire his struggle to remain flaccid. But obviously, he had done something the man had liked. And now, he must know what it was.

"Tell me..." he stood keeping him in his hand for the moment. "...Do you like to be touched as I have touched you now?"

Bruce gave him a cold silent stare.

"Come now, Bruce. If we are to be lovers, I must know this. You must have liked it." he knew he was tormenting the man's mind with his questioning. And that was why he did. "You liked the feel of my lips and tongue on your body. And my hand as it moved so slowly. I can imagine, you must have held back such a guttural moan. I would have liked to have heard it rumble in your bowels." the corners of his lips turned up lewdly into a new smile.

As he looked down into the man's face he couldn't help but desire his lips once more. Leaning down, he began again. First a kiss, then moving further down his body. He crouched coming eye to eye finally with his manhood. His tongue teased it slowly, meticulously. He felt it win over the fight of his mind, which amused him. And he continued to relish the fact.

Taking the head into his mouth, he swept his tongue around it. More he took in. slowly drawing back only to take in more with each time he dove down on his shaft. 

All the while he watched Bruce. His eyes steadily on his face. The emotions that crossed it thrilled him as they did. He listened for the slightest sound he made. There finally presenting the one time he could not resist the moan that escaped him. And Jim's eyes closed reveling in the moment. It rumbling deep inside Bruce's body. Triumph. Ah...

He released him then. Grasping his hips, his face came closer to his abdomen. Bruce watched him wondering what he meant to do. His throbbing length twitched with the feel of his long hair falling down upon it as the man tilted his head.

Quickly, the side of the man's head was horizontal to the ground. He stared at Bruce's navel long. Then his mouth came open. Wide he opened it coming closer. His face became buried in his belly. Bruce felt his suck in his flesh, the teeth closing around it. Tighter. Harder. More. Bruce began to breathe wildly as pain began to course through him. But he didn't stop.

Suddenly the man fell away. He scrambled looking around him with self preservation in his eyes. The two that stood at Bruce's arms dropped to the ground. He felt the rope give suddenly dropping him face down onto the ground.

Bruce looked up from the dirt and leaves beneath him wondering who had been his savior. He didn't wait to find out, grabbing up his clothes and shoes, he rushed the opposite way that Jim had fled. And he didn't stop for a few minutes. Then he did, slipping his clothes back on. His shoes he put on then stood peering through the trees.

He thought he heard someone but wasn't sure. And he didn't want to get caught by that lunatic again. His belly still burned with the encroachment of his cruel bite. He rubbed it feeling a warm wetness, he hadn't realized before. Looking down, he saw that he was bleeding. 

He moaned very unpleasantly. That man had left teeth marks in his body. Sick bastard. He cursed to himself. Then someone caught him from behind. A hand firmly to his mouth, they pulled him deep into the thicket. Bruce fought him vehemently. The man bested him to the ground resting atop him. His face only inches from the dirt, Bruce wanted to scream at the fact that this was two times now that he had been taken.

"Quiet your struggle, my friend." the man whispered, but Bruce knew right away it was Peter.

Ah, now this he could get use to. A little abrupt, but he could stand it once in a while. He almost laughed at the thought as someone when running past. Then Peter's lips came closer to his ear. He silently shushed him while he watched the feet, ankles and half the calves of someone move by again. 

Back and forth they were going. And Peter knew he was looking for Bruce. He saw the moment the man had spotted him, starting toward him. And he followed going around the thicket to grab him before the other did.

All the while, Bruce's eye cut up at Peter's face. He could feel everything about him compress against him body. His hair was draped around them like a shroud of a blanket. The upper body rippled between them as he moved with the motion of the flighty runner. His abdomen was so hard and felt so very tempting to Bruce. His hip cut into the small of his back a little. But his thighs, how strong and muscular. His manhood pressed against his bottom, he couldn't help but squirm a little just to feel it more.

Peter glanced down for a moment. Their eyes met. His hand still firmly over his mouth, Bruce couldn't speak. But maybe it was better that way. Instead, he shrugged, not knowing what else to do. Peter almost burst into laughter, but for the man that hung close by.

His attention went directly to him. Remaining there. He soon saw an imminent danger. As the man began to search the trees in the area. Peter moved back pulling at Bruce's waistband. He moved with him, together receding further into the thicket as slowly and silently as they could.

When it rustled they jumped to their feet running fast. Peter turned lifting his weapon firing on the man. He dropped grabbing his leg whining terribly. Then Peter turned taking off after Bruce again.

*****

Tony backhanded Maurice. They both were becoming very exhausted. Both battered and bruised, they fought still. Blood streaked from Tony's right eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth. It was swollen as well, bruised. 

Maurice looked worse. But he was still enjoying Tony's passion. His strong fight to maintain, and keep afoot. And he knew he would go on until he pounded him into the ground or couldn't go on anymore. And that was what Maurice hoped for, the latter. Then he could put a bullet in his head and get him out of his misery. And the secret would remain just that. A secret.

As they fought, not paying any attention to their surroundings, Jim slipped up behind Jonathan. He stood watching the display of ego and pride before him. All that testosterone flying about, he was amused. But then he leaned his head down a bit, his body brushing against, Jonathan's. The youth squealed, suddenly being pinned to the car.

Tony looked to him. With all that was in him he leapt onto the hood of the car sliding across to the far side. Jim grasped the youth's throat in a hold Tony knew would crush his larynx. Holding him by the hair at the back of the head, he stepped back from Tony, who continued slowly toward him.

Releasing his hair, he reached behind him producing his hunting knife. It appeared as his arm went around his throat pressing the blade to Jonathan's face. The man cocked his head silently demanding he not move another inch.

Tony stopped dead still. He waited to see what would happen next. All the while his mind buzzed trying to think of a way out of this. And a way that would save Jonathan from being harmed. He saw movement past him but didn't divert his eyes to it, in case it might be Ben getting back up His mind forced him to remain on Mr. Bowman.

Ben stood precariously. Holding his side, he aimed at the back of his head. Looking he saw that Jonathan was almost the same height. He repositioned his aim minutely to the right, as Jonathan's head was left of Mr. Bowman's.

"Let the boy go." he groaned softly.

Jonathan felt his uncle tense suddenly. And the bite of the blade to his jaw came right after.

"Jim..." Tony drew his attention to the cutting.

The man moaned at the fact that he had injured such a pretty face. And they all knew by that, he had no intention of hurting him in the first place. Not his face anyway.

"I said, let him go!" Ben demanded.

Jim chuckled. "Shot me, sir. I have what I came for." the man continued to smile staring at Tony. Then out of the woods came Bruce and Peter. They raced to the scene quickly. Peter rested his arms on the roof of the car. His weapon trained on the man before him.

"Release the boy." Peter grumbled.

"Well..." Jim smiled looking over at him. "...My loyal and faithful subject has finally returned from the grave. You escaped us in the hospital. We were wondering if maybe you had lost your way home. Ah, but now we see, you are no better than these two. I understand everything now."

"Do you?" Peter proposed. "I think not." he suddenly trained his weapon on Maurice who moved in the corner of his eye. "Stay, doggie." he ordered.

Tony laughed. Ben tossed him his weapon which Tony had dropped when he pulled Jonathan out of the car. Lifting his arm, the weapon trained on Maurice he stared at Mr. Bowman. "Hmm. Very pesky ain't we?" he wagged his head at the last. 

He tensed when he saw Maurice move. His attention turned to him completely. "Move, Maurice! I swear, I'm itchin', man. Please, move. Just twitch."

Maurice was glued to the spot he stood in not daring to give Tony the satisfaction.

"Jonathan, open the door." Jim spoke low to him. Jonathan looked at Tony for some kind of answer as to what to do.

"Open the door, Jonathan." he demanded louder.

Tony looked to his right locking stares with the youth. That was when Maurice took his chance. Tony and Peter began to fire. 

Meanwhile, Bowman attempted to move. Ben rushed on him burying the barrel of his weapon into the back of his head. Peter halted his firing on Maurice to suddenly train on Jim. He wanted so much to drop him, but feared for the youth's life and his aim.

Tony stopped when the Maurice was on the ground. Pulling the clip out, he only had one shot left. "Hmm..." he gave a humorous grimace. "The one with your name on it." he lifted the arm aiming again. "Twitch." he barely was audible.

"You really think that I believe you would try with Jonathan so close? What if you hit him, and not me?"

"I'll take that chance." Tony informed him seriously.

"Tony!" Bruce barked.

Peter held up a hand to silence Bruce. He knew that Tony was now playing a deadly game with the man. His poker face on, he now awaited Jim's move. Would he concede? Or would he make his stand?

"You have three of us trained on you. One of us will hit you. And you just may die, sir." Tony now threw the emphasis of the word, 'sir' back at the man.

"Hmm. Santini, you were good at one time. I would have loved you more than Maurice. But now, I think our legacy is ended."

"Oh, it ended a long time ago for me, Jim. Thank god, I saw the light before it was too late."

"Tony, what are you talking about?" Bruce asked now.

"Well, since all the secrets are coming out now, I guess we all should know. Jonathan, you think about it, babe. You knew you remembered me. And yes, that was me in the truck that day. I was the neighbor that squealed to the cops about you. And I had had enough of what was going on. But you see, Mr. Bowman, here... must have figured it out early. I had to run for my life and cover you from outside the ring.

"He almost drew me in. I almost let him. But I missed the party that night, as did Peter..."

"Yes, we did, my friend. And if we had been there, all of these rats would be out of the way... enjoying the remainder of their existence behind bars, where they belonged. But, Mr. Bowman sent us away to do a mission that did not exist. And we returned much too late to see the things done to you. It would never have happened. And James Bowman knew this, did you not?"

"Well, let's just say, I suspected it. Especially, with Tony. You, I was not sure of. But he, I knew was undercover. Yes, I tried to pull you in you idiot. Did you think I didn't want you on my side, knowing you were a cop? I am not stupid, my friend. And I felt you knew way too much to leave alive."

"The fact is, I didn't have enough to go on." Tony admitted. "And it pissed me off that you set me up overseas."

"Ah, Tony..." Jim feigned sympathy. "I only wanted you to see how good my love could be for you. You enjoy pain so much. You and I could have been such close lovers. And I would have been so happy to oblige you." his expressions were too faked, but Tony knew he was serious.

"Jim, I don't need you. I never needed you. I think we discussed this. Yes, I may be into pain, but I am also not a moron." he emphasized the last. Then he sighed long, rolling his eyes. "You wanna give it up now? Or are we gonna be here all night like this?" he motioned to the west where the sun was sinking fast now.

Jonathan's eyes cut over to Peter as Tony and Jim talked still. He stared long at his friend who smiled at him. Then he made a motion with his head. It was a very subtle one. And Jonathan, at first, did not understand.

Jim leaned his head down to his ear. His grip tightened somewhat on his throat. They watched Jonathan nod, knowing he was making demands in his ear. Jonathan's eyes locked with Tony's again. His lips parted showing his teeth. He labored at breathing now. And his eyes pleaded with Tony to help him.

"Shut up, Jim!" Tony growled finally. "Just shut the fuck up! I'm so tired of your bossing him around. He ain't yer whore anymore. Matter of fact, he never really was."

"What do you mean, Tony Santini?" Jim's head popped up suddenly, a strong look of consternation on his face. "Tell me, now!"

"Well, it seems that Maurice, there... was makin' 'im put out to him...secretly." Tony informed him.

"No! Tell me this is not so, Jonathan!"

Jonathan shrugged. "I thought you knew, Uncle Jim. And I was told that you said it was okay."

"That was not true, Jonathan. No one was to touch you without my permission. You were mine!"

"Oh, I'm not anymore? Then kindly turn me loose, Mr. Bowman." Jonathan proposed.

"Shut up! Be quiet! Your mouth, Jonathan!" he shook his head angrily, and then grinned.

Jonathan took the chance suddenly to buck against his strong hold. He had distracted him, now he would elude him, if possible. The hand about his throat loosened. Jonathan's hand came up. He lunged for the dirt, rolling under the car toward Peter.

Tony side stepped toward the man quickly, coming up to him, but remaining out of arms length, he had seen him in action with that knife, and did not trust him at all. Behind him, Ben remained trained where he was.

Peter leaned down helping Jonathan out from under the car. He motioned for him to remain low. Jonathan sat on the ground seeing the flash, as Peter had begun to stand straight, then attempted to duck again. He heard the fire of both weapons, Tony's and Ben's. Then came the thud of a body dropping to the ground. His eyes widened suddenly as his uncle's knife now jutted from Peter's throat.

Peter stood gasping for air he fell to his knees hard hating that Jonathan had to see this. Their eyes lock and he noted the horror on his face. He was white as a ghost. His hands pressed over his mouth. Tears gushing from his eyes. He shook his head slightly. Negatively. His body tilted sideways. A hand came out to stop or break his fall.

Tony and Ben joined Bruce resting him on the ground gently. 

"I need a pen!" Tony shouted, making a slit in the man's trachea as quickly as possible. 

Ben groped in his pockets usually carrying one. He lunged for the car seeing Jonathan was petrified in his place leaning on the passenger door. Racing around he lunged into the driver's side finding one quickly. Returning with it, he gave it to Tony, who stripped it plugging it into the hole.

The hollowed sounds of the man's breathing through the tube were then heard. Jonathan leaned speechless, as blackness swirled around him. So much blood. So, little of it to loose. Peter...



Bigrig Ch. 18



The flight to Arizona seemed so long to Jonathan. He was quiet at the moment while he looked out the small window beside him. The ground was coming closer as they were making their final approach to the airport and the runway. His stomach lurched as the plane bounced for the thousandth time.

Gripping the arms of the chair, he abruptly wheezed, tossing his head back against the seat behind him. His right hand groped for the man next to him, needing some desperate comfort from him. But he was just before falling out of his seat fast asleep.

Now, he wished he had sat with Bruce or Greg. Tony was no help to him at the moment. Not at all. But little did he know that Tony hated flying worse than he did and Greg had slipped him a sedative. 

The plane shook, jumping again. Jonathan scrambled forward, unlatching his seatbelt. Standing, his arms went around Bruce who was just ahead of him.

"Sir, you must have a seat. The captain is landing the plane." a woman had rushed to him to settled him quickly.

"Bruce..." Jonathan called desperately, hugged him tight from behind. He frenziedly tried to climb over the seat to him.

The man turned looking into his frightened face. "Jon?" he would never have known he was afraid to fly, that is until now.

And, Greg looked at him seeing he should have sedated them both. He came up out of his seat reaching over his head to the compartment there.

"Sir, you must sit down." the woman was becoming irritated now.

"It's okay, I'm a doctor. I'll give him a quick sedative and we'll all settle down." he assured her.

"Well, be quick about it, please." she was obviously relieved, placing a hand on his arm. Then turned to leave them to their drama of the moment.

Faster than Jonathan could say his name he felt the tiny prick of the needle as if a mosquito had bitten him. Bruce kept his attention from what Greg was doing until the youth's eyes began to close. 

He then unbuckled his seatbelt turning around. With a knee in the seat cushion, he helped Jonathan ease back into the chair. Greg quickly buckled him in, then sat fastening his. Bruce also turned doing the same.

*****

When next he woke he was looking up at the ceiling. Groggily he stared there for a moment, his world blurred and uncertain. Trying to recall the last thing he remembered was like trying to pull the proverbial rabbit from the hat.

Then off in the distance he heard the soft rumble of the voice of Peter. He was to meet them at the airport, having to fly in from Russia. They were all going to room together as one big happy family, or so Jonathan had been thinking about it that way. 

And he had been so excited to hear he would be joining them for the reading of his Uncle's will, which was the next morning. For some odd reason the lawyer had said he must attend, as did himself, Tony and Maurice. 

But of course, Maurice wouldn't be making it, except in spirit maybe. He smiled at that thought almost giggling to himself about it. He stifled the urge as best he could putting a hand over his mouth to help his efforts.

"And what are you snickering about?" Peter's face came into view as he sat on the edge of the bed near him grinning down at him.

Jonathan's eyes went right to the scar that ran vertically along the center of his throat. It started just at the top going down along his trachea almost to the dip at the bottom. And there, was the tiny scar of the hole Tony had made that saved his life. Sadly, he reached to it touching it lightly with a finger.

"You must end this sadness on my part, child." Peter scolded seeing the drastic changes on his face and in his eyes.

"Why, Peter? Why did he do that to you?" Jonathan's eyes filled with tears as well as with the questions that still seemed so unanswered for him.

"He thought he had too, child. It was the only moment that he would ever be able to strike at me, for betraying him so." the man spoke slowly for the youth to understand as usual.

"But you never hurt him." Jonathan reasoned.

"And neither did you..." he returned with frankness in his now raspy voice. "...Settle this, in your heart, child. It will only prove to destroy you more in the end. I am not angry with Mr. Bowman for this. I actually am proud of the fact it is there. I live, Jonathan. I helped to defeat him. And he cannot harm me, or anyone else again." he leaned down almost whispering to him as if it were a secret between them.

Jonathan smiled then. "You're right, Peter. I'm being silly." he felt the warmth of Peter's hand as it gently grasped his that was being slowly retrieved from the scar. He halted the retrieval wanting to feel his gentle touch once again.

"It is not silly, Jonathan. I know what troubles you, so. You long for things to have been different with him. Now that he is gone, you wish he were alive. You desire the intimacy you might have had, if he were sane. 

"Knowing him as the uncle you wish he had been is only a creation in your mind, now, child. A dream is all it will be. You cannot change any of the things he has done to you, or any of us. And you should not even think to attempt to. The only thing you should do now, is to allow him to die in your heart. Let him go, Jonathan. He will do you no good alive..." he leaned closer saying secretly to him again. "...let him rot in the ground until judgment day."

Jonathan moved his head to one side scrutinizing Peter oddly now. He would have never thought this man would say such a thing to him, especially about a lost family member.

"He was not, Jonathan." it seemed the man knew his thoughts. When in fact, he was reading them from the expressions that were flashing across his face. 

"He never was your uncle. Not as an uncle should be. Nothing of a family member, he was. He was a rogue. Some vagabond that happened to have your last name, child. A lunatic with desperately lasting effects on us with his sadistic and homicidal tendencies. He was the devil himself, child. And no family should endure what he put you through. 

"You must grieve, child, yes. But you must also, in doing so, become angry at some point. It will give you the balance needed to fight the longing of your heart. Let it go, and you will find peace again."

"Everything could have been so different, Peter." Jonathan muttered softly.

"Yes, but that is all buried with his body in the ground." the man reasoned still.

"I..." Jonathan turned his head away choking back tears.

"You wish he still lived, I know, Jonathan." the man sighed heavily, then kicked his shoes off coming up along side him. He took him into his gentle arms like so many times before. Turning onto his side, he pulled the youth to him holding him close. His fingers drifted down through the length of Jonathan's hair listlessly.

Resting the side of his head on the youth's cheek, he began to whisper softly to him. "You cannot change it, Jonathan. He is gone. And had he wanted things to be different between you, he would have made it so. But he didn't. Instead, he tormented you, punished you at every turn, tortured you with his sickness. And I can only pray it has not touched your heart, this sickness he was afflicted with. Please, Jonathan..." the man begged him openly, yet silently. "...Do not desire to be like him."

"I don't, Peter. I swear." the youth returned softly. "I just wish he could've changed...been different."

"I know, child. And you do have a few good memories of him to cling to. He was not always so terrible." the man recalled a few of those moments even as he said it.

Jonathan sighed heavily. "I want this over with as soon as possible."

"Yes, but you must know nothing will be done so that it will be finished tomorrow. It may take weeks, months, even a year to finalize everything."

"You're so full of good new, Peter." he smiled faintly in his jesting.

The man returned it. "I only mean to insure you face this with all the practicality you need. You must be prepared to fight for what you want. It may not come easy."

"I don't even know what I want. I do know, I want to sell the mansion. I refuse to live there." he groaned the last.

Peter smiled. "That is a normal response, child. No one expects you to."

"There's just too many bad memories there, and I don't want to remember them." he commented toying with a button on the man's white shirt for the moment. 

The silence that feel between them seemed to hang there for the longest. Jonathan looked up into his face wondering suddenly, why he had never tried anything with him, in all the time they had known each other. Not even once had he ever laid a hand on him in a way suggesting sensuality, or a desire of a favor from him. 

Peter saw the questions on his face. The youth's eyes reflected them to him clearly. And being so close to him for so many years, he had learned to read them very well. "You did not need that from me, Jonathan." he answered. "You were being violated at every turn. And for me to do this, would not have helped you. It would have confused you further, reinforcing those feelings of self-destruction that you do not need."

"You never wanted me?" the youth asked then. Peter smiled. "I did not say that."

"Then you do?" his eyes seemed to reflect a hope that he did. As if his value to him was not defined unless he did.

The man only smiled wider. "Your worth to me is more than that, Jonathan. I do not have to do that with you just to show you what I feel for you. There are other ways to express it."

"But what if I want it?" he pressed then. His eyes remained on Peter's all the while.

"You do not need that, Jonathan. What you need is strength, guidance, and support. I will always give that to you. And... I see you as much too young for me, to begin with." he confessed.

"But I'm eighteen. I'll soon be nineteen." he sat up arguing then.

"Still, too young...for my preferences, Jonathan. I prefer someone older."

"Oh..." Jonathan grinned. "...You like men older than you?"

Peter smiled again. "That is my secret, child. And when you are older, I may consider you then. But now, I will wait."

Jonathan understood now, not feeling hurt by it at all. But he leaned over him pressing his body against him deliberately. "Bruce is older than you." he whispered, then snickered getting up from the bed.

Of course, Peter had already known that long before Jonathan had just told him. He actually knew all their ages, birth dates, and a many personal secrets about each of them. Having done his homework when they became a factor in the long drawn out drama that had transpired when Jonathan had run from his uncle that night, there was much he learned about each of them. And it all made him appreciate them even more.

*****

They all stood when the lawyer came out of his office addressing Jonathan as Mr. Bowman. It made him shudder at the thought of being called that, sending an eerie chill up and down his spine. It suddenly occurred to him that he may just change that while he was there.

Bruce remained seated in the reception area with Greg, as the rest of them filed into the office. He watched the light brown haired man hold the door for them as they passed welcoming each of them. His thin wire framed glasses and dark suit made him even more professional looking than he would without them. And his smile was so very disarming to Bruce.  A predator just waiting to take a huge bite out of Jonathan's inheritance.  he thought.

The man looked to Bruce and the doctor then. "Mr. Crawford, Dr. Carroll, you should join us, sirs." he spoke so very respectfully to them that it took Bruce by surprise a bit.

They stood moving into the office seeing everyone seated around in the chairs provided and one was left open for him and Greg each. Going to one, he parked beside Jonathan smiling at him gently.

"I'm glad you decided to come in." the youth leaned to him whispering. "I'm feeling a little nervous."

Bruce grinned wider. He slipped an arm around his shoulders for comfort. "It'll be alright, Jonathan. Just listen. It's very important you do."

Jonathan nodded.

Bruce watched the lawyer have a few secret words with his secretary then step in closing the door. The man went to the television set that was set up before them standing there as he spoke to them.

"A few days before Mr. Bowman left for Georgia, he came to my office and requested that we revise his will. He also decided to do part of it on video tape, and requested that I make the tape available to you, Jonathan, if you decide you want a copy of it. 

"Anyway," the man sighed heavily. "All of you are here because he requested that each of you be present. So, I'll just start the tape and we'll carry on from there." the man seemed a little nervous to Bruce, as he watched him turn fumbling with the VCR, before finally getting it started.

Right away Jim Bowman came into view. Jonathan coiled suddenly at his abrupt appearance. His heart lunged into this throat lodging there for a long while. 

"Hello, Jonathan..." his voice riddled the youth with so many emotions at once, as it fell upon his ears. "...I know that I'm the last person you really desire to see at the moment. But if you will just bare with me, there is a reason for all of this.

"I have asked all of you to be present because I desire to settle some issues with you all. Each of you have become special to me in some way. I have things to say to each of you that I feel is important." a pause came. His eyes moved around as if to look at each one of them.

"Jonathan, do you miss me?"

"Oh, come on!" Bruce protested loudly with concern. Immediately, the lawyer paused the tape. "He doesn't need this." his address to the even more nervous attorney was vehement and persistent.

"Bruce..." Jonathan spoke softly. "I actually wanna to hear what Jim had to say."

"He's only toying with yer mind, babe. You don't need that." the man clutched him to him protectively.

"Sir, we can't go on, until this video is seen. And I believe you may be surprised by much of what he has to say. Jonathan has expressed his wishes to hear it. So, you should respect that." the man argued.

"I will not allow him to be tormented further by this creep!" he almost stood, as anger soared showing distinctly in his face.

"Bruce..." Peter grasped his arm gently. "We will deal with it." he spoke softly. "Allow Jonathan to hear him."

The man was completely taken with Peter's gentle mannerisms, and the deep hope and love that exuded from his stare at the moment. He could almost hear his reasons in his gaze and nodded settling again. Releasing the youth, he apologized for his outburst.

Jonathan leaned to him kissing his cheek. "I would've expected no less from you, Bruce." he informed him gently.

It made the man smile faintly that he felt that way.

The lawyer began the tape again. Mr. Bowman became animate once more.

"Do you believe that I deserve your remorse and grief? Now that I'm not there with you, am I consuming your thoughts constantly?" his grin was a definitely amusing one. "I'm sure you're wishing that we could have had a much different relationship than we did have...."

The room became electrified with shifts of people who knew this was the case. And Bruce was beside himself wanting to leave the room because of his abhorrence of all this.

"You wish I could have been kinder, gentler, more amiable with you?" Jonathan began to weep softly. "Maybe in another life, I will be. Perhaps, I will be given another chance to redeem myself to you. But until then all I can do is try to make up for what I cannot change, babe.

"And don't waste your time trying to make me into a martyr in your heart and soul. I had issues that I grossly ignored. And I will admit that I liked them. They kept me company in a way I hope you never realize. They challenged me, and I liked that challenge, acting upon them with all my heart and being. 

"You, Jonathan, you deserve much better than me for an uncle, or a family member. Which is why I'm so pleased you found this Bruce Crawford and are so happy with him. Stay with him. And listen to him. From what I've seen of him, he's a very level minded man. He would never hurt you the way that I have. And he will take care of you, I'm sure of it."

The man sighed looking down for a long moment. Lifting his head, he seemed to look right at Bruce then. "Mr. Crawford..." he grinned in such a way that made Bruce's skin crawl. He shuddered suddenly recalling that very same look that day in the forest outside his home only a month before. So much lust and depravity in it just made the man almost ill.

"I do hope you're still not angry with me. Although, I know I have not yet met you, by the time you view this tape, I will have. And I will have attempted to look into the very reasons why Jonathan loves you and not me. 

"I will have also attempted to seduce you to me. I find you a very attractive man, Bruce. And I do hope you don't mind me calling you that. Of course, if you are seeing this, it was for the better that you did not bend to my will. And no, I don't expect you to." he sighed long and heavily again.

"You seem to be a very strong willed man, Bruce. I am even more intrigued by that. I want to know if I can break you. That would be a great challenge to me. I am almost hoping that you don't bend to me, or that I am not able to break you. And then again..." he chuckled sadistically.

"I have grown tired of Maurice. He bores me, now. There is no more challenge left in our experiences together. Now, I am reduced to only giving him what he desires of me. Although, I enjoy it, yes, there is still, no challenge in it whatsoever. He's too easy, now. I speak to him, and he bows at my every command. I feel a loss of self-value in it. And I feel a need for that challenge again. 

"I attempted to draw it from Tony. He was so very beguiling to me. Handsome, rough cut, impulsive at times, his mold was broken when he was born." he chuckled lightly. "And if you'll think back, Tony, I had been toying with you long before I blatantly took you into my arms. And I actually found myself yearning that you would surrender to me. I think I would have kept you until you were old and feeble.

"You gave me such a challenge, Tony. It was worth every minute for me, even though it was so short lived. You're much too smart, my love. And I should have been prepared for that. But in my presumption, I lost a very good lover.

"As for you, Peter, I respect you deeply. You seemed to be the angel sitting on my right shoulder most of the time. Even as much anger as you caused me, I still listened to you. Your voice yet rings in my mind with your incessant smooth, respectful words that enticed me more times than I can recall to not do what I so desired, upon occasions.

"And you kept Maurice from disobeying me. For that, I thank you. If he had so much as laid a finger on Jonathan, to hurt him, or do anything that I oppose, I would have killed him with my bare hands. It would have been a torturous slow death at that, more so than he has ever experienced from me.

"You took care of Jonathan for me, especially when he had incurred injuries from me, or someone I had given him to. I owe you much for that, Peter. And I will pay my debt to you.

"Now, back to you, Bruce..." he grinned lewdly again. "...You didn't think I had forgotten, did you? Well, you are sadly mistaken. I owe you more than anyone in the room, beside Jonathan. You have taken him into your home, your arms and given him a life and family that I could only have dreamed of giving him. Take care of him, for me. He is so young, confused and still so very vulnerable. There is a desperate need in him for help that I hope you have already assessed. Do what must be done. Help him heal. Give him the life I could not. And be to him what I could never have been.




Bigrig Ch. 18



"Jonathan, I will not plague you ever again, unless you allow me to. And you alone have the power to stop me now. It is up to you if you choose to live with my dealings with you day after day. If I should haunt your dreams, you have allowed me too. And I would prefer that you didn't. I'm not worth any of that. Not even remotely.

"Go on with your life and forget me. Let me die. Let me go. I'm not worth your time, or the energy to keep me alive in your heart or soul. I don't even deserve to be thought of again by you. 

"Be happy, Jonathan. That's what I want for you. To be happy. And I believe you have the makings for that, right there in the room with you. Embrace them and love them with your whole heart. They will give you all that you need.

"But forget me. And do not, for god's sake, be like me. Don't even give that a thought, boy. I forbid it. You will be so unhappy, so consistently bitter. It will destroy you, and that, I would become very displeased about. Don't make me come back and punish you for doing this. I will, Jonathan! I mean it! You just take what I give you, now, and make a new life for yourself. You deserve that, my love. You actually deserve more, but I can only give you what I have. So, take it and go on with your life. Be a good boy and make yourself happy.

"Goodbye, Jonathan. If we ever meet again, I hope it is on much better terms."

The screen became a rich blue tint suddenly. Silence hung around them, thick. Strangling them with its cruel fingers. Jonathan held his hands to his mouth fighting the sobs that threatened. He was feeling so deeply bereft. The hurt and pain of his grief swelled to a point that he felt he would die from it.

Bruce only stared at the blank television set, completely taken aback from all of what was said. He began to analyze it trying to decipher if the man was serious or not. Or was he playing another of his games with them? Was he challenging them, even from the grave?

It just seemed much to weighty at the moment to completely digest. He shifted bringing himself out of his mental deliberations hearing Jonathan making what sounded like choking noises. Becoming animate suddenly, he gathered him into his arms stroking his hair gently.

The lawyer sat studying all of them, watching each one absorb what was said in his own way. And he gave them all the time they needed to do this, especially Jonathan, who seemed the most affected by it. 

He called to his secretary requesting that she bring them all drinks. She quickly entered the room with several that she distributed among them. And when everyone had been served, she disappeared once again, into the reception area.

After a long wait, the lawyer asked Jonathan if he was ready to continue. He nodded and the man began to hand each one a copy of the will.

"My fee has already been taken care of, so it will not affect any of your assets..." the man began, then went right into the reading of the will to them.

Of course, Bruce thought that he could argue the sound mind and body part, but said nothing about it. He sat listening to all of the legal jargon that seemed to obscure the true facts of the will itself. That is until the man came down to the real meat of it.

"...Jonathan, to you I give all of my possessions, finances, investments, my entire estate, with these stipulations: Mr. Tony Santini is to receive one eighth of my finances and investments; Mr. Maurice Dubois is to receive one eighth of my finances and investments; Mr. Peter Rossenovff is to receive one eighth of my finances and investments; Mr. Bruce Crawford is to receive half of my possessions, finances, investments, my entire estate to ensure the care and safe keeping of Mr. Jonathan Bowman.

"If it should be that anyone should forfeit such findings, i.e. by verbally stating so, or any gesture of refusal, or opposition of said inheritance, all will be retracted from all other recipients and beneficiaries.

"Should anyone die prior to or hence after the reading of this will, his portion shall be absorbed by all remaining parties.

"At no time shall any part of any or all of these investments be liquidated or annulled....

"The mansion may be sold if Mr. Jonathan Bowman and Mr. Bruce Crawford see fit..." he went on reading it to the end.

"Does anyone have any questions?" the lawyer asked when he finished reading the will.

"Yes," Bruce went back to one of the previous pages scanning over the part he had marked with a checkmark. "So, if I decide I want to oppose my part, that means everyone else looses their part too?"

"Yes, that's what he wanted."

"He set us all up, is what he did. None of us can refuse it. Or all of us will loose out. Man, he was eccentric."

"He knew that some of you would be tempted to oppose. So, he wanted to ensure you all agreed on the opposition, or would not." the lawyer explained.

"And none of us can cash in any of the investment?" Tony asked then.

"No, sir. You can live off the interest and profits, but you can't sell, trade, or cash them in." the man stood then. "He also knew it may be a while before the bureaucracy of the legal system might release your portions to each of you. So..." 

He went to a large painting on the wall pulling it back. It revealed a large safe which he opened quickly. One at a time he pulled out five packages wrapped in thick brown paper. Starting with Bruce, he began to hand each one out, placing the last one on his desk. "...This one will have to be split between all of you." he tore into the paper revealing a large amount of money wrapped in paper bands of one thousand dollar increments. 

"There's one million in each of your packages. And he asked me to advise all of you to deposit this money into bank accounts and live off the interest for the next year, or until the inheritance is released to each of you, especially yours, Mr. Bowman." the man addressed Jonathan at the last.

"Please, call me Jonathan." the youth cringed at the sound of it.

"Yes, sir, Jonathan."

"Can I change my last name? Seriously?" he asked then.

"If you like, I can have the forms drawn up as soon as possible, but you need to decide by what name you want to be called before I can submit it. And that will hold up your inheritance, sir."

"So, what do you advise that I do, 'cause, I hate being called Mr. Bowman." Jonathan quipped.

"You could wait until the legalities of your inheritance is completed and received, then issue a name change. Or, we could go ahead and do the name change, then submit the forms for the beneficiaries."

"I guess I need to think on it then, don't I?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes, sir..." the man nodded singularly, finally calming somewhat. "But if you wish there be no problems with receiving your inheritance, I would advise you wait until after it is received. Changing your name now, may cause some problems and legal issues as a beneficiary."

Jonathan grimaced at that. It could be a year before all of it was settled, and to have to bare being called Mr. Bowman for that long, just didn't settle well with him.

"There are other ways to deal with that, Jonathan." Peter suggested.

"Okay, I'll trust that. But I'd like to keep my part." he informed the lawyer then.

The man smiled leaning back in his oversized comfortable chair. He caused it to swivel to one side but continued to look at all of them as a whole. "This means that none of you can refuse your parts. If you do, Jonathan looses his, as does all of you." he seemed to suddenly take on the personification of Mr. Bowman himself.

"Just let us sign what we have to and get the hell outta here." Bruce grumbled then.

"Oh, I have to sign something?" Jonathan asked then.

"Yes, sir. And I do have a few other things that I need to go over with you before you leave, such as the eight cars in Mr. Bowman's garage." he stated.

Jonathan perked suddenly. "I can have one of my own?"

"Yes, actually, they are all yours now. With this power of attorney," he lifted a piece of paper from his desk. "All that must be done if for me to sign the titles over to you, or whomever you decide to give the cars to. Plus, the limo is at your disposal. You may take it and use it however you wish."

"Oh, my god, Bruce!" he jumped in his seat turning to the man throwing his arms around him. "I get a car of my own!"

Everyone chuckled at his excitement.

This is the end of the Bigrig saga. I have so enjoyed sharing it with all of you. And I may continue it with a sequal depending on the response to this possibility that I get. I hope that you, my readers and fans have enjoyed it as much as I did. 

My favorite part was opening my emails and reading all of your remarks, then answering them. I have actually gain a few very good friends since I began this. And if I decide to continue this saga, I may do so possibly in the novels category.

Unfortunately, I had to end it somewhere. I realize there is no sexual content in this chapter. That may disappoint many of you. But I assure you, that if I continue this, it will begin with a very surprising coupling. *Grins* 

Until then, I hope to see you all again, in the folds of the pages....