The Château
Chapter 2: A Plan Takes Shape
| Story Codes |
: No sex, Scene Setting |
| Characters |
: Patrick Berleand, 40 Years old |
With the Barèges disappointment behind me, I was back into the coziness of my little town, a little less cheerful and damn too disappointed. The only place I knew where I could speak my mind freely without being judged was my second-home, the boylove discussion board.
So there I was as usual, behind my computer screen. I logged in to the group and wrote down everything that had happened with me on my Barèges adventure. Two days later, I logged in to see that I had 5 personal messages waiting with the title: Re: Barèges.
The first message was from one of my closest online friends, a half-Italian, Half-French guy with the screen-name bgrules, it read:
Hey
man,
Sorry
to hear about what had happened, I really wish if there's anyway I can help you,
I'm a plumber and I'm very good with fixing things up, however I'm in Italy now
and France is like 1000 miles away.
Anyways, I hope things turn out well enough for you…
Peace
The second message was from André, who was a familiar user which I have had lengthy discussions with, it read:
Patrick!
Listen
man… I know it sounds weird and all, we haven't even met and I don’t think any
of us has the guts to show up, however I just wanted to let you know that in
case you ever needed anything, I'm here for you man… honestly! Cheers…
And the list went on, all five messages were from my 'inner-circle' if I can say so, we have had so many discussions that we virtually knew everything about each other, our likes and dislikes, our age of preference regarding boys, our aspirations in life and our sexual fantasies. Although unrealistic, all these people offered support and stated that they were ready to help. "nothing but sympathy talk" I thought to myself.
A
few days later, I was watching a movie about a bunch of kidnappers who hijack a
school bus and take all the passengers hostages, then ask for a zillion-dollar
ransoms. That was when it struck me, my
I had a plan, something monumental that would change my life for ever. But I needed help, I needed people I knew and I could count on…. I needed the five guys from the discussion group. Hesitant but excited, I wrote a personal message to the bunch of five which included a plan that could only be forged by a demented and twisted brain.
"Guys
What
I am going to suggest might ruin the friendship that I had established with you
over the past couple of years, however… in this insane and unfair planet, I or
we would be fools if we choose not to live our lives to the fullest… we only
live once, or so I have read.
I
am going to propose a plan, which will turn your entire lives upside down if
you chose to accept. I am offering the five of you to be accomplices in a
scheme that I am willing to execute. As you all know I have inherited a very
large house in Barèges which is very remote, and the nearest village is
probably a fifteen minute drive by car. And as you all know as well, that
wherever there are towns, villages and cities, there are kids, and there are
boys… beautiful boys.
I
am a craftsman and a carpenter, I can repair everything related to wood &
carpentry in that house by myself. Bgrules is a plumber, which means that he
can fix the plumbing by himself. André, you're an electrical engineer, fixing
up a few bulbs and naked wires should be a walk in the park for you. Jean,
you're a pediatrician, you're invaluable. Michel, you're a former cop… we're
gonna need you. Julien, you were in the god damned Gulf war… you're an asset
not to be missed.
Below
is my plan… "
In details, I wrote what I believed was a perfect plan which you will find about later on, then I ended the message with this:
"Once
again, I'm not sure If any of you is fool enough to accept, and somehow I
expect that most of you would want nothing to do with me after you read this
message, however… it was worth a try, I'll be waiting for your replies
impatiently.
Sincerest
wishes, Pat. B
As soon as I pressed the send button, feelings of fear and uncertainty began sweeping my already sick brain, what if one of them was not what he said he is… what if my message reaches the wrong hands… what if….
The next evening, I came back from work and headed straight towards my computer and logged into the group, as I have guessed I had five replies. Reading the first reply proved to be a shock, reading the second only made the shock even bigger and all the way down until I had read the five letters, almost breathless…
I read each reply twice, just to make sure that my eyes are functioning right and that my mind is not playing games on me. Each one of the letters had three words I needed to read the most "count me in".
Coming up, a gang is formed and a visit to the promised land, all in chapter 3: The Promised Land