6. Another Surprise
We entered the flat together, and I stopped dead, Butch bumping into me from behind. We were both still in our ‘working’ rubber suits, and I felt my face flush as my father turned to greet us. As usual we'd fooled around on our way up, and both of us had full boners on show through the tight rubber in anticipation of a little wrestling once we were inside.
“Dad!” I blurted. “How’d you …?”
“Eli let me in.” He stood, taking in our skintight rubber ‘uniforms’ and the boots we wore. “Very fetching. This what he makes you wear for work? He said he made you wear a ‘uniform’. It’s a bit different, but if you’re comfortable like that …”
“Um, well, yeah, we’re comfortable with it — but not in public, just around the flat and in the shop when we’re working.” I paused. “You’ve met Eli? When?”
“I’ve known him for some time. Had a very pleasant evening with him last night.” Walking over, he hugged me. “I brought something for supper. Want to change first?”
“Do you mind if we don’t?” Butch asked, slipping an arm round my waist. “We don’t usually bother now — especially if we’ve got assignments to finish.” He grinned, hugging me. “Just takes up study time.”
“Of course not. Want me to serve the food? Or do you prefer to mess around in your own kitchen? It’s all in boxes on the counter.” My father smiled as he eyed us arm in arm in our rubber suits and the ‘monster’ footwear. “I see Eli’s sense of the ridiculous hasn’t changed.”
“No, it hasn’t. We think he’s teasing us making us wear this outfit. I’ll get the food,” Butch said, laughing as he released me. “I get the feeling Penn’s bursting with questions.” At the kitchen door, he paused, adding, “I know I am.”
“I’ll wait until you’re back then.” My father smiled at my embarrassment as I tried to disguise my semi-arousal — my response to wearing the latex suit and the embrace from Butch. “Relax, Penn, the only real difference between that outfit and the lycra suits you used to wear for cycling, or the Speedo you wore for swimming, is that it’s rubber.” Walking forward, he hugged me. “I love you kid. You’re all I’ve got now, and after your Mum died, I sort of shut off … I was wrong. Lost. I got tangled up with Sheila … and that was a big mistake. I can’t go back in time and fix it, but I can try and do better now.”
Butch carried the plates through with fish and chips, and then fetched three colas as we sat down.
“Come on, Mr … Stan. What’s with you and Eli? Why’s he so … helpful to us?”
“How much do you know about him?” My father was busy with salt and vinegar.
“Not a lot. He’s been in trouble with the law, and his partner, Mark, got attacked by some guys who objected to their opening a club.” Butch paused. “Oh, and he was born and grew up in Bogtown.”
“He said he’d been arrested for something serious … and a sharp Desk Sergeant overheard something that cleared him. He and Mark got a fresh start and now he and his friends help guys like themselves get out of it as well.” I paused, an idea forming in my head as I joined some of the dots. “And tonight he told me that you’d never got beyond Sergeant because you’re too straight for some people …”
“I guess that’s a matter of opinion.” Dad-Stan paused, taking a drink. “Eli got a bad start, family wise and -- well, Bogtown's not a good place for guys like you, or who aren't, 'man enough'. Bogtown is one of those places that some would say could be improved by dropping a nuke on it. Maybe, but you’d more likely kill off all the decent folks, or at least those that try to be decent, and the scum element would survive. Eli and several of his friends were in that first group. Sure they got in trouble — shop lifting, dealing in marijuana, car theft … Mick, runs the workshop downstairs, and Kat … bloody artists at heisting cars. Then something happened, and they decided they wanted out of the gangs, and out of the lawbreaking.”
“What happened?” Butch was fascinated.
“Kat’s baby brother got killed. Kat was the target, but the kid got the bullet. The Force wasn’t that motivated in the investigation either. The guy in charge was … a bit close to certain gang members. So he ‘lost’ evidence, or destroyed it. Got statements from all manner of people most of them not even there, and framed Kat. I was still just a beat Bobby, but we all knew what was happening. Anyway, I had a word with someone more senior … casually as if I was asking if I should believe something being said ‘on the street’ … Long story short, Kat walked away, but he wanted evens. I’d known Eli when he was a nipper … My folks lived on the edge of Bogtown, but my Dad did well and moved us away when I was about to start senior school. Anyway, I listened to what he had to say, asked him to provide me with something that could reach the right people and get them to act, and he did. So did the Assistant Commissioner. I’ve never asked where the money came from that he used to start the club with Mark, I know they were doing rounds collecting food waste and selling it to the pig food makers, so just assumed — to be honest I was busy with my own problems, and eventually got moved to a different Division, married your Mum and sort of lost contact — until Eli got arrested on a charge of armed robbery. He was taken into custody at my station, and I was the Acting Desk Sergeant …”
“Wow.” Butch pushed his chair back and fetched more colas. “What happened then?”
“A bit of luck really. I’d booked another guy and had him in the holding area when they brought Eli in. The guy was drunk, but he recognised Eli, greeted him like a chum and in front of several witnesses thanked Eli for giving him a great ‘session’ and getting him home the previous night — at the time he’d supposedly been holding up a filling station. There was nothing I could do about it, but I took a full statement, made copies of the interview on tape and film as the evidence rules require and passed it to my Guvnor. It was enough to get the case against Eli thrown out — but, in the meantime the gang went after Mark. They arranged an ‘accident’ and he wound up crippled. The DI who’d fitted up Eli and, it turned out, Kat, marked my card as well … Lucky, I had some friends watching my back, and the DI and his mates — well, they eventually got dismissed the Force, and some wound up doing time.” He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Somehow Eli got the names of the people who’d tried to get him and Mark … There was never any evidence of what happened to those guys, or who, if anyone, actually did anything. There were lots of rumours. Some ended up going down for a long stretch in jail.”
“Wow, Dad. I think I can understand why Eli …” I sensed there was something being held back — something about Eli — but my Dad cut me off.
“Listen, boys. Eli and his ilk operate on an ‘honour’ system. They look after each other, and they never, ever, spill on each other. When they say they will do something, you can bank on it. If it’s a favour, one day they may ask you to return it. If you don’t, you’ll never get anything, anything at all, from them ever again. They operate along the edge of the law, sometimes in the gaps in the law, but they always look after those who look after them. Your Mum and I, on advice from the AC, moved cities and Forces. Even in the County Force, I had that ‘mark’ of not being a ‘player’ so I stayed a Sergeant. And now Eli’s found a way to repay what he thinks he owes me — I told him earlier, he owes me nothing. I just did my job, but he sees it as a matter of honour. So I’ll say this — don’t let him down, don’t tell anyone else anything he does or says, don’t cross him, and do as he tells you. He knows what he’s about.” He grinned. “I should have known. He knew I was in town, and he knew I’d visited you here — the taxi that picked me up from here, was one of his lads. And he’s warned me to watch my back, he’ll watch yours.”
It was no surprise that the taxi that arrived to take him back to the hotel was the same guy that had fetched us two nights before. We’d gone down to the street in our rubber without thinking about it, and I hugged him at the door.
Then Butch took me back upstairs and we cleared up in a very thoughtful mood, before stripping down for bed.
“Butch, do me a favour, my love, spoon me and hold me tight?” Rolling onto my side, I let him position himself, then murmured, “I think I’m going to owe you and Eli everything for the rest of my life …”
“Rubbish, Penn … we both owe Eli whatever he wants … but, wow, what a story. Your Dad’s quite a guy.”
“He is.” Feeling his lovely cock against me, I slipped my hand between us, and fondled him, feeling his response. Guiding his ‘head’ into contact with my opening, I whispered, “Go on, Love. I need a good fucking … and you’re my man …”
He didn’t need a second invitation.
"And you're the only man I've ever wanted as my partner ..." HIs beautiful cock stretched my opening and he slowly pushed himself deeper, his breath hot on my neck. "Oh gods but you feel soooo ..." His lips kissed my neck, and his teeth found my earlobe.
I tightened my muscle on his rigid organ and let out a sigh of happiness. "You feel so good ... Oh Butch ... I love you so much. Hold me, my love, hold me tight and let me feel you ..."
His arms tightened around me and we remained joined like this for a few minutes while he nibbled my ear, something that always excited me. Then his hand found my erection and squeezed it.
"Happy, love?" He growled in my ear as he gently began to fuck.
"Yes, love ... make me your little bitch ..." His grip on my member tightened and I giggled. "Fuck me properly. Make me pregnant ..."
I went to sleep full of his cum, wrapped in his arms and happier than I could recall for some time.
