Chapter 20

Wednesday arrived much as Tuesday had. People had things to do -- and were generally doing them. Bonita hung out at the practice field, sitting in the bleachers and being with Brenda or Terence, whichever one was on break. When both of them were with her, the sun seemed to get brighter from the glow she gave off.

Clint was cautious. The revelations by Terence left him confused -- and conflicted. 'Okay, so, if Brenda is the thing, what about Terence? And if Terence is...' The thought circled around and around in his head. Oddly, both of them were different than the run of their sex; Clint was attracted to Terence -- but not guys in general. Brenda was pretty decent, apparently -- and that made her an exceptional girl. Who came first? What came first? And why? Confused, he stayed away from both of them.

Toby noticed and gravitated to him during a break. "What's up? You're giving off some bad vibes..."

"I ought to wring YOUR neck!" Clint grated.

"Oh," Toby said faintly and made to leave.

"No, I get it -- but I wasn't thrilled," Clint muttered.

Toby shrugged. "I have to protect the group."

"Yeah." Clint eyed him. "I hear the group arranges an ass-whipping, occasionally."

Toby pursed his lips. "It's happened. Mostly, we do Mission Impossible shit -- we get somebody to step in his or her own shit, then rub their nose in it."

"I'd love to see The Bitch get that."

"The Bitch?"

Clint related his storied past with his mother. "So, what do you do, exactly?" he asked at the end.

"Well, it depends..."

"Terence says you guys did up his dad once."

Toby pursed his lips. "More than once. Terence's ma is REAL pissed at her dad -- he's been playing Mr. Macho and doing this 'Poor me -- I'm black' thing -- mostly to cover the fact that he likes it gay. It's screwed up their family, I guess. There is something going on with Damian, too; Fred's not his dad or something. I get it that they used to swing and he kept pushing her off on this guy to make points. She got pregnant. By the time they figured out that Fred wasn't the father, Damian was several years old. Anyway, he blames her, and she blames him -- but she's a member, and he's just there... Lon is kind of an evil genius -- we came up with this plan..." Toby related the whole tale of Fred's captivity and abuse.

"Was this recent?" Clint asked. "Terence says he thinks his pa sucked me, once..."

Toby grimaced. "Yeah, he did. Louise wants blood -- we jacked him up a while back and stuck him in a booth. We've done it again since, too." Toby shook his head. "Looks like Louise is gonna get her way -- Fred's looking for more..."

"Oh, boy..." The idea of doing something with Terence's father both attracted and repelled Clint.

"We weren't going to even offer, since you and Terence are..."

"We're not, really, yet -- but you're right -- bad idea," Clint agreed.

Toby nodded. "We're looking. Hank is pretty pissed about the way Maddie's dad beats her -- AND her ma, AND her brother... We were thinking about setting up Old Man Reyes some way and turning Fred loose on him. It's not exactly what Fred wants, but it might be as close as we can get."

"What does he want?" Clint asked.

"The whole two consenting adults thing, I think," Toby told him. "No glory holes. One on one, mutual stuff, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," Clint nodded. It was what he wanted with Terence -- but as far as they'd gone, he still didn't know how to get there. "What about Nicky?"

"Nicky Mangia?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he looks it, but..."

"He is. He's real careful, but he's let it be known..." Clint assured Toby. Nicky hung out around sports -- he liked to look at jocks. There was more to it than that, too. Nicky was VERY careful, but he'd slid a couple of innuendos past Clint -- and Clint had caught him whacking off once, scoping the showers from inside the equipment cage. Clint had considered Nicky, but he was soft, like Robby...

"Have you...?"

"Nope, not my type. But he is, trust me. You hit him with it just right and he'll probably go for it."

"It's an idea, I guess..." Toby mused. "He won't do for Old Man Reyes, from the sound of things..."

"No," Clint agreed. "But if Fred can't, maybe Terence and I can..."

"I dunno about Terence," Toby related. "He gets mad, but..." There had been that time when Terence had found out about his dad, but even then... "He's not the type, generally."

"You guys did Fred..." Clint muttered.

"Yeah -- and neither of us wants to repeat it," Toby replied.

"Okay. What about The Bitch?" Clint asked.

"Probably pretty easy -- want her to fuck the whole football team? Construction workers? Black guys? Want to beat her ass?"

Clint snorted. "All of the above?"

"I'll talk to Lon. He's diabolical. So is Damian. Between them, they can probably fix it so she walks in and takes off all her clothes and begs six black guys to butt-fuck her," Toby assured him.

"Sweet!" The idea made Clint's dick hard.

Coach blew his whistle at that point and Clint moved off.

Terence came around later. "Saw you with Clint..."

"Yeah." Toby nodded. "He's confused, I think. But he'd like to see his ma's ass kicked."

Terence nodded. "So would I, after hearing some of the shit she's done."

"Would you be willing to help?"

"I dunno. It's one thing to talk about hurting somebody..."

"It'd be for Clint. I hear she has a phobia about black guys..." Toby dangled the bait.

"Well, maybe -- for Clint. Let me know what you come up with, and I'll decide then."

"Cool."

"Hey, I promised Bonita's little brother Gabe a blow job -- maybe a fuck. I'm trying to get him to do an older chick the first time. His brother Julio is filling his head with shit."

"Well, a blow job is easy," Toby opined. "We can probably do the other thing, too..."

"He's kinda givin' off this 'old chicks -- ewww!' vibe. We probably couldn't set him up with Adele or Phyllis..."

"... Or even Ma?" Toby asked, grinning.

"Yeah."

"Louise? Candace?"

"Yeah. Too bad Jean is out of circulation," Terence mused.

"That's better left alone," Toby waved a hand. "Coach is gonna scoop her up -- and I think she knows it."

"Cool. I can ask Mama," Terence muttered.

"Have Damian put Candace on it -- she likes the young stuff. And she likes to teach."

"Yeah, good idea!" Terence nodded and moved off.

Bobby Beckwith wandered over. "Hey, Toby."

"Hey."

"Anything, you know, going on?"

"Not today. Maybe tomorrow," Toby hazarded.

"Last Friday night was fucking awesome!"

"It's hard to put on a show that big, though -- besides, you're kind of stuck on one chick..." Toby replied.

"Yeah, well..." Bobby looked embarrassed. "Maybe I was being stupid, but she's hot, you know? Why take chances when there's a sure thing?"

"Experience?"

"Yeah, maybe." Bobby didn't seem convinced.

"You know, it's all the same -- and it's all different," Toby told him. "A lot of it is the packaging. That chick is a good fuck, but it isn't like she's in love with you or anything."

"Yeah, I know. I got head elsewhere..."

"Next time, we'll put you on something else, just so you can make comparisons."

"Okay." Bobby wandered off.

Later, Toby brought Hank up to date regarding Fred and Clint and other possibilities -- including Mr. Reyes. "Hey, do you have that phone?" Hank asked when he was done.

"Lon does."

"I want to yell at Reyes," Hank rasped.

"Let's go over to Lon's after practice," Toby suggested. "Lon is good at that stuff. It'll be a different voice, too. In fact, maybe we can pick up one of those voice change things..."

"As long as he gets the point," Hank agreed.

Terence was sitting with Bonita. "Gabriel asked after you today," she related.

Terence grimaced. "I promised him I could get him a blow job. I said something to Toby earlier, but we were lookin' at getting his cherry busted."

Bonita eyed him. "Why did you make such a promise, anyway?"

"Nothin' better to put me on the map as someone who knows more shit than his big brother," Terence replied. "When I was his age, I'd have killed for somebody who got my dick sucked. Hell, I'd have done that a couple of months ago!"

"Boys!" Bonita shook her head, grinning. "Is it that much more important to you than it is to us?"

"Yeah, I think it is," Terence replied. "Chicks think about sex a few times a day, I hear -- but guys don't go more than a couple of minutes!"

"So, where would you get someone for this?" Bonita wondered aloud.

Terence watched Brenda climb the stands toward them. "I've got an idea..."

"Gabriel?" Brenda wrinkled her droopy nose.

"It'll be a booth job -- he won't know it's you," Terence assured her.

"But I'LL know it's HIM!" Brenda retorted. "What is he, fourteen?"

"Yah, so?" Terence shrugged. "Shit works -- mine did at that age. Drove me nuts, too."

"Won't it be teeny?"

"You won't be fuckin' it -- it'll probably make shit easier on you," Terence argued. "Besides, it might not be up full bore, but it'll be big enough to do the job, I bet."

"Well..."

"Come on, be a sport!" Terence cajoled. "Do us a favor."

"I'm not fucking him!" Benda declared.

"I'm gonna get him a mama for his first ride, if I can," Terence told her. "Break him in right."

"Like I can't?" Brenda retorted.

"You just SAID you wouldn't fuck him!" Terence replied with some asperity. Women!

"Come on, Brenda -- you know you like doing it..." Bonita cajoled.

"Not with little kids!" Brenda argued -- but Terence was eyeing her and his face had changed. He was getting irritated -- and remembering that he didn't have to ask. Brenda remembered, too, and gave in. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Cool. We'll set you up and go get him -- he'll never see you." Terence pretended that things had never even approached coercion -- which allowed Brenda to save face. Terence didn't want to sow discord in their little love triangle if he could help it.

So it was that two separate groups descended on the Carpenter residence at four-thirty that afternoon. Terence, Bonita and Brenda arrived to find Toby and Hank already there, talking to Lon. Sally hovered in the background -- and Candace was around, somewhere.

"What's goin' on?" Terence asked.

"Hank wants to rip into Maddie's dad for that shit he did to her," Lon replied, "but if he's gonna be over at her place, it might be better if somebody else makes the threats, we figured."

"I got this box at the novelty store," Toby waved a small device. "It disguises your voice."

"We're gonna phone him and give him shit," Hank finished.

"Cool," Terence grinned. "I promised Nita's brother some head. Brenda is gonna do him. It'd be better for her if she didn't have to hang out in a booth until the last minute..."

"We can fix that," Lon replied. "Sally can keep watch and put her in when you guys show back up. In the meantime, we'll try to keep her entertained." Brenda wondered whether she liked his grin or not -- it seemed pretty predatory.

But Terence grinned and waved and said, "We'll be back. Probably want to use the pool -- it's a pretty good excuse for him to come over."

"No sweat," Lon waved it off. The three remaining guys turned their attention to the other task at hand...

Fernando Reyes was at his desk, picking at a mortgage application. It was finished and finalized, but he was holding onto it, making the applicants stew and waiting to see if the prime rate edged up a bit more by the end of the week so he could stick it to them for just a bit more... The phone rang, and he picked it up, rasping, "Reyes."

"We know all about you, you prick!" Hank rasped, his voice distorted by the toy.

"Who is this?" Fernando howled.

"Someone who knows what you do to your wife and kids, asshole!" Lon replied through the device.

"I do not know what you are talking about!" Fernando blustered.

"It takes a big man to beat up women and put boys in the hospital!" Toby hissed.

"We're watching! See what happens if you do it again, asshole!" Hank roared, and hung up.

"THAT should give him second thoughts!" Toby announced. Hank and Lon nodded agreement. For the record, they were right -- but that wasn't necessarily a good thing...

Lucinda Vasquez was mildly surprised to see Terence again -- Bonita hadn't seen fit to mention the fact that the relationship hadn't failed. When he appeared -- with Bonita -- to invite Gabriel to a swimming party, she could hardly say no; after all, they would be unable to do anything too inappropriate with Bonita's younger brother in sight. It was the perfect 'first date' -- and Lucinda mentioned the fact to Bonita. "You should tell your father about this when he comes home."

"Yes, Mama," Bonita replied, nodding -- and barely repressing a snicker. If Mama only knew...

Brenda and Sally were both alert and bored; Brenda was inside Booth Three before Terence and Gabriel were out of the car. "What is going to happen?" Gabriel asked, "Exactly?"

"There's gonna be a hole in the wall," Terence related as he led the fourteen year old downstairs. "There is a girl on the other side. You stick your meat through and she sucks it."

"How do I know it's a girl?" Gabriel asked suspiciously.

"What would it be -- a dog?"

"A homo, maybe?"

Terence scratched his head. "Didn't think of that." He rapped on the panel. "Your customer wants to be sure you're a girl. Show him your twat!" He turned to Gabriel. "That good enough?"

"Yeah..." Gabriel agreed, bemused.

Brenda rolled her eyes, but stepped out of her shorts and backed up to the hole, opening the cover at the last moment. Terence caught the movement at the opening. "Looks like pussy to me."

Gabriel took one look and got down on his knees for a close-up. Wrinkled, puffy black lips framed a pink core. "She's black..."

"You got a problem with that?" Terence asked. "We got every color of the rainbow, probably, but I had black on hand. If you don't want any, I'll tell her to close up shop..."

"No, no! That's fine!" Gabriel placated.

"Okay, then," Terence grunted. "Whip it out. Let's get this show on the road!"

Gabriel freed his already stone hard cock with shaking hands; the pussy went away, to be replaced by a beckoning finger. Gingerly, he stuck his meat through the hole...

Brenda was treated to a close-up examination of a five and a half inch uncircumcised cock. It was still kind of narrow, but Gabriel would probably be well-hung by his sixteenth birthday. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pulled back the foreskin, then enveloped the exposed glans with her lips.

Gabriel's first blowjob lasted about six incredible seconds -- then his cock erupted! Gabriel couldn't have stopped it with a tourniquet, probably, but it WAS embarrassing. He got out one wild "WAAAAAH!" as the sensations around his cock went completely off the scale, then he was spurting like mad for several seconds -- then it was over, and he was staggering back from the hole, his mood sliding down the scale from the peaks of joy to a chasm of humiliation and embarrassment.

Fortunately, Terence expected nothing less. "Everybody does that shit the first time, Man," he counseled. "You can get off again, right?"

"Well, yeah," Gabriel admitted, "at least when I..."

Terence shrugged. "Then go for seconds!"

Warily, Gabriel returned to the hole. Brenda had gotten her cue from Terence, so she was waiting; cool, soft fingers took charge of Gabriel's overheated dick and soft lips and a tongue began sliding along his shaft. It was Heaven! And this time, it probably lasted three whole minutes! When he staggered back from the hole a second time, all of Gabriel's dreams had been fulfilled. THIS time, he'd been a man! THIS time, he'd lasted a long time! THIS time, he could be proud of himself! "WOW! That was... Tell her that was..." Gabriel had no words to describe the sensations that had held him captive for those eternal minutes, but they would be a treasured memory.

Terence clapped him on the shoulder. "Go get into your swim trunks and drag your sister out of the car -- I'll be along an a little bit." Gabriel nodded and dashed off.

Brenda came out, obviously dealing with the aftertaste from the face she made. "Well, he's not huge, but he has big balls," she murmured. "Big, FULL balls."

Terence grinned. "Thanks, Brenda."

"Yeah, okay," she waved it off. "I'm going upstairs to get a coke and talk to Sally."

"Sure." Terence headed off to meet his girlfriend and her brother at the pool.

Fernando Reyes was worthless as a bank employee for the rest of the afternoon; he was too busy with his paranoid thoughts. Unfortunately, while the boys' call would have caused most people to have second thoughts, the threat only made Fernando more vicious and cunning. Someone had talked out of turn -- and whoever it was would have to be punished severely -- and an object lesson provided for the others. But it wouldn't do to go after them immediately... He cleaned up his work as best he could and told his manager that something had come up and that he would be out the rest of the week; obviously, he would have to keep an eye on his treacherous family for a few days...

Marta, his wife, sensed something ominous in him on his arrival home, but then there was something ominous about him on a regular basis, usually directed at some real or imagined slight at the office that he was plotting revenge for. Fernando lived for revenge, it seemed. Fernando could be diabolical, weaving a web that suddenly closed around his prey and destroyed them; more than one enemy left his office under escort from the building, career ruined over some slight that perhaps hadn't even been intended. With Fernando, one of three situations occurred: You stayed out of his orbit. You toadied to him. Or you were living on borrowed time. His family had no choice, they were in Group Two -- if they weren't they couldn't survive. Even then, failures were punished more and more terribly...

Fernando waited until what would have been halfway through dinner to announce quietly, "I'll be staying home the rest of the week. I received a phone call today..."

"Oh? What about?" Marta had no choice but to step into the trap.

"Whoever called had opinions about how I keep order in my household!" Fernando's voice began to rise. "And he THREATENED me, should I continue to do things that do not meet his approval!" His glare swept the table. "SOMEONE has divulged family business to outsiders -- do you want to tell me who, or do I discover it for myself!" he roared, slapping the tabletop for emphasis. "YOU!" He grabbed Marta's arm. "Either it was YOU, or it was done with your connivance! No one else was to leave the house!" His fist lashed out, rocking her.

Maddie and Pietro both ran; Mama would have to fend for herself! But Marta was already half out of it, so another shot to the jaw put her down. Fernando would attend to her later.

Terence was just getting back from dropping off Bonita and Gabriel to pick up Brenda when Hank got the call on his cell. "Papa is insane! He's yelling about someone threatening him! He's hurt Mama!"

"Where are you?" Hank demanded.

"In my room with the door locked!" Maddie replied.

"Get out of there!" Hank yelled.

"I can't! There are bars on the windows!"

"Who are you talking to?" came a roar from the background. Hank could hear pounding on the door. "We're coming!" he yelled.

"Hurry! Please!" Maddie wailed.

Hank muted the phone. "Mr. Reyes is on a rampage!" he howled. "We have to get there, FAST!"

"Does he know who we are?" Toby asked, thinking fast.

"No."

"Let's get hoods! Lon, do you have that starter's pistol?" Toby asked.

"Yeah -- in my room!" Lon replied.

"Meet us outside!" Toby and Hank sprinted over to the table where the various disguises were kept and gathered up masks and some binding materials.

"What's up?" Terence asked.

"Maddie's Dad has gone postal!" Hank yelled. "We have to stop him!"

"Awright, I'll follow! Brenda..." He waved her up the stairs ahead of him.

It took maybe a dozen seconds for everyone to hit the cars and they sped off to the rescue.

Maddie's phone conversation gave Fernando a specific target; he concentrated on hammering on Maddie's door with everything he could lay hands on. It was showing signs of giving way when Marta started moaning and showing signs of life. He raced over and sat on her and proceeded to beat her senseless; when she was again unresponsive, he returned to Maddie's door.

They were still two blocks out when Hank heard the sounds of success: A splintering crash, a roar, a scream, various crashing noises as the phone hit the wall and then the floor after Fernando slapped it out of Maddie's hand, and a second scream -- chopped off -- as Fernando stomped the phone to junk. "Aww, SHIT! The phone's dead!" Hank howled. "Drive! Drive!"

They let themselves in quietly, passing Pietro as he unlocked the door to run out and away. "Get in the car!" Hank hissed. Pietro nodded. Masked or not, they were there for his family. He got into Terence's car, where Brenda tucked him against her. They gathered in the living room, speaking in whispers. It was obvious where Fernando was from the thumps and screams, but they needed a plan...

"We have to get him out, and we have to take him out!" Hank hissed.

"Let's do this!" Toby whispered. After nodded agreements, they took their places...

"Hey, asshole!" Toby yelled.

Fernando, seeing red, whirled, dropping Maddie's battered body to the floor. "You!" he roared. "YOU are the great protector?" He advanced on Toby.

"No, I'm the bait," Toby replied reasonably. Fernando had milliseconds for this to register before Terence clocked him. He went down, but not out -- and that meant follow-up -- and THAT meant Hank! Hank lit astride him and rocked him again and again with blows to the face, chest and abdomen. The lights went out well before the other three managed to pull Hank off Fernando's inert body.

Toby checked Maddie first -- she was battered, but conscious. "Hank, get in here!" he yelled. That was probably what finally got Hank up off Fernando. Once free, he sprinted to Maddie, who wailed and crawled into his lap as best she could.

Toby checked Marta, who was still out, and whose face might require stitches, at least. "Terence, call Ma and Louise -- we're gonna need nurses, at least. The doctor would be a good idea!"

"What are we gonna do with HIM?" Lon asked.

"We'd better get them all out of here, for now," Toby mused. ""Somebody call Randy -- get the van!"

"I'm on it," Lon replied, reaching for his phone. "At least everybody's breathing! Boy, did WE fuck up!"

"Yeah, no shit!" Toby agreed.

Louise got the first call. "Mama, Maddie's old man beat the shit out of her and her mama and we're gonna need a doctor!" Terence said breathlessly. "We took him out, so we probably better keep it in-house!"

"I'll call Dr. Rankin and Beth," Louise replied, used to emergency situations. "Are we going there?"

"No, the clubhouse," Terence replied. "Might want to bring Damian, too -- we need to handle Old Man Reyes, one way or another."

"All right. We'll meet you there!" Louise assured him, then got on the phone -- first to Dr. Rankin, then to Beth. Both were available, as they were all on the seven to three shift that week. It was decided that Robert would pick up Beth and go to Carpenter's in a single vehicle.

Randy got the call from Lon -- a surprise since they didn't talk much. "We've got trouble. Maddie's dad beat the shit out of her and her mama. We beat on him, but we need to move everybody without making too much of a scene. Can you bring the van?"

"Yeah, I guess... Fuck!" Randy made excuses to his mother and hit the road in under ten minutes.

When the van arrived, Terence headed off, taking Brenda and Pietro in his car in order to clear the driveway and keep the number of vehicles on site down. Lon and Terence manhandled Marta onto the backseat and then put Fernando on the floorboards; Hank and Maddie they couldn't separate with a crowbar; Hank picked Maddie up and carried her out to the van. Since Hank wasn't that much bigger than Maddie, it was a feat -- but he made it look easy. Maddie wasn't big by any stretch, but she was five feet seven and sweetly curved -- and Hank was just short of six feet, and while muscular, he wasn't hugely bulked; Lon figured Hank was running on pure adrenaline. Getting them both into the back of the van without steps should have been impossible -- but it wasn't. Hank settled on the seat opposite Marta with Maddie on his lap; it took everything he had not to stomp on her father. Lon rode along to keep an eye on the unconscious and Randy set out for the clubhouse with Toby following.

Unloading at Carpenter's was more difficult -- not for Hank, who went down the stairs with Maddie in his arms without any help from Lon, who went ahead of him in case of a fall -- but for everyone else. It took Lon and Terence to handle Marta, and four of them to get Fernando's round bulk down the stairs. "Why don't you just roll the sonofabitch down the stairs?" Hank grated at one point; convincing him that Fernando ought to remain alive was taking an effort. The nursing staff arrived during unloading, and Dr. Rankin directed that Marta be placed on the exam table first. She had a broken nose and would need stitches around her eye, bruises, and a possible broken rib. She also apparently had a concussion; bringing her around was difficult, and she was clearly disoriented. Robert did the stitching and taping and Louise took charge of the case, having the boys move her upstairs to the Carpenter's guest room at Candace's insistence. Pietro went along.

Maddie came next; Fernando had known better than to do much to her face besides slap her -- but she had a bloody nose. Moving downward, she was bruised and battered all around her rib cage and probably had two broken ribs, her thighs were bruised from being kicked repeatedly, and he'd again used a belt on her ass, drawing blood and reopening old sores. "Why aren't we calling the police?" Robert asked.

"They're too scared of him to press charges," Toby replied. "He'd get out -- and probably kill one of them. Besides, we kicked the shit out of him..."

"Well, THAT was justified," Robert opined.

"The law wouldn't think so," Toby replied.

"I guess not," Robert agreed. "So what are you going to do with him?"

"You probably don't want to know," Toby told him. "We'll be making it up as we go along, but it won't be pleasant. He'll live, though. We just want him to learn his lesson."

"I wish you luck," Robert told him. "The guy is a sociopath."

"If you know of anything that would help..." Toby muttered.

Robert shook his head. "You're right -- I should stay out of it. Hippocratic oath and all that."

Robert examined Fernando on the floor. He had a broken nose, too, and bloody ears and a concussion. Hank might have dislocated his left shoulder, too, but if he did it was back in place. There were bruises everywhere, Fernando's face, especially. "He needs to be watched for the concussion, but he'll come around. If you're going to bind him with something, try not to leave marks -- use padded restraints or wide straps or something. Good luck."

"Thanks, Doc. Want to go home?" Toby asked.

"No, I'll hang out in case someone needs more than is obvious. Beth will be watching him, right?"

"Yes."

"Maybe she can come up with some ideas for you."

Beth's transplanted toy box had just the thing for restraints -- padded cuffs. It had several other things that might come in handy too. Robert advised against beating Fernando with anything that would leave a mark, but there were plenty of items that would cause great pain but no permanent injury -- and Beth was more than willing to assist. First, however, he needed to be awakened to ensure that the concussion wasn't worse than expected. Hank took Maddie out to the main room; Fernando was kept behind the curtain in the area where the booths and BDSM implements were.