Battle of the Meadow Part 2

Chapter 101-1

Battle of the Meadow

Part 2

 

Dillon and I became inseparable after that, and I wouldn’t trade what we felt as friends for the world. Even though he could have dressed as Confederate, he chose to switch to Yankee so we could be on the same side while his father and brother dressed as Confederate soldiers. The only things Mom sent me was my toothbrush and my pills which she placed inside my robe pocket with a note to behave myself and most of all have a good time and she and Dad loved me.

There was no question that Dillon and I would spend the night together in the same bed, again which was no big deal. Even my three best friends and I share the same sleeping bag or a bed from time to time. The only difference was we had our boxers on, now that too will change because I and my brothers preferred O’ natural.

Dillon’s Mom came in while we were taking a quick shower to remove the lotion and everything else. I asked Dillon why he likes kissing me, finding out that being closes friends like we are now shows each other we really liked each other as friends. I asked regarding the other, he laughed then kissed me again telling me we do it anyway and it’s more fun doing it together as family and closes friends than doing it alone with a sock on the door. 

He did have a point. It was way more fun and besides, it hasn’t hurt us yet and far as I knew it wasn’t against the law to stimulate ourselves or each other. Besides I had been sharing my germs with my foster families as long as I can remember I was still alive and kicking and have never gotten sick from it.

Dillon Mom asked us we felt comfortable grooming each other, if not she would be glad to do it for us. Stating we needed to get rid of the graininess when they stimulated us they noticed it. I for one didn’t want to say anything, but she did bring up an excellent point while she gave us each a milkshake and waited for our answer. I kissed him and told her we could do it. Instead of disappointment she beamed and kissed us both handing Dillon a new razor. He had me climb into the tub and lay back allowing him to come up between my legs.

I asked if he needed my permissions he laughed. “Are you telling me no?” I slipped down making him and I touch and pulled down to kiss him as he laid on top me. Asking him if that answered his question? Having him kiss me back and worked back kissing me all the way back down to my penis and took it in his mouth to get me hard again. He took it out and told me all the things he was going to do to me tonight when we came home. I grinned and spread my legs giving him full access.

He groomed me and kept me hard to give him full access to my crotch when he was done he finished me orally and I did the same to him before we both climbed back into the shower after rinsing out the tub so the hair stubble and shaving lotion could go down the drain. We had both brushed our teeth when Dillon’s Dad checked in on us giving us a quick once over, I saw the disappointment in his Dads eyes, seeing we had stimulated ourselves already and didn’t invite him to the party.

Dillon kissed him and told him that we both would share ourselves with him when we turned in for the night. He beamed and kissed me as if we had giving him best cream of the day. Even though I was kinda against the idea I was caught in between a rock and hard place and knew I had to get over it by trusting Mom and Dads judgment.

When we were good to go straitening each other's shirts, finding I had two snaps down my front in the wrong place. Dillon reopened my shirt and kissed me feeling my rock hard abs; I blushed a little but covered it with a kiss. Letting him re-button my shirt as he tells me again of all the things he was going to do to me. We padded our way down the stairs bring our robes and hang them on the pegs with everyone else’s, and took a seat on the coach as we put on our socks and boots on while we waited for the rest of his family.

Unlike before Dillon and I shared my horse so others that wanted one could have one, or walk or drive up to the meadow where the town barbecue would be held. We were a tad late I was a little concerned if the girls would tackle me to the ground like last time and fight over me, but nothing happened as we picketed my horse with the others. When you first arrive at the meadow you would see old war tents with flags telling you what side was yours. I was glad to see why Dillon had chosen my side instead of being on the opposite side with his parents.

The camp was split down the middle each side had a white flag blowing just below the main flag. Which stated both sides for the moment were at peace, Dillon explained that after the barbecue the war would start breaking the peace as each side try’s to capture the flag and when that happened the war was over and the fireworks would start announcing we were at peace. Then there would be a celebration dance afterward.

I immediately found Mom and Dad waiting for me, making them really happy to see Dillon again and having him be on our team. They greeted us with a kiss on the cheek and good old bear hug. I was a little surprised by it, but Dillon wasn’t. 

Man, I needed that handbook. For a brief moment, I thought when his parents and the Rockwater’s joined us we be kissing again like we had been doing at our cabin, but they only gave the same greeting. Well, except my three mermaids giving us both passionate kiss whispering everything they were going to do to me and Dillon after the dance. Dillon grinned as each of the girls rubbed him as they do me and I for one didn’t go without.

Dillon set the time to have them meet at his house at midnight, making his hot tub available. I didn’t need Mom and Dads permission to go considering I was spending the night at Dillon’s house. I was simply told to be at our cabin for the birthday party, not that I would ever miss it, but it was still nice to hear they wanted us there. 

Dillon reintroduced me to his two friends Greg and Pet, correction his best friends sharing a kiss with them as he had done with me. Wearing the same uniform as us and since they weren’t my best friends I was to just shake their hands, but they pulled me closer too hug me. They were also the same boys that we had fought within the meadow earlier today.

Dillon told them point blank that I too was one his best friend, which stated we would be they too would be mine as well. Dillon informed them the girls wanted us too meet at his house for a little kiss and tell. In some ways, I was glad because I wouldn’t be left alone with three or more girls wanting to share their affection. In others, I was little let down that I wasn’t. 

The bugle announced dinner was now being served having us take our spots in line. Dillon sat next me and my family considering we were all Yankees, while his family sat with Confederate side of camp, which gave us time to go over our plans and assign team captains and the boys and men under them for the game of capture the flag.

Even thou I was asked to be a team captain being a town hero and all. I declined the offer and gave that position to Dad. Personally, I wanted to fight to get my chance to capture the flag and follow orders rather than give them.

We broke up into teams of eight or nine with enough boys and fathers to fill the teams. We were given our boundaries, either protecting the flag or going after theirs. The idea was not to get captured as prisoner of war or die on the field, without our blood swatches attached to us by Velcro just like flag football. Being dead or captured meant we couldn’t play the game. Our team was part of the fifth team that would guard the flag until it was our turn to go into battle and try to get the flag or protect ours or the boundary.

Unlike flag football when played during the day, we used darkness for a stealth mission. Doing the best we can to capture or kill our enemy before they could reach our flag. With Dillon and his two friends we made uses of the darkness and took out three of the other teams killing most of them and took the rest as prisoner. The reason why we didn’t take them all prisoner was because their team could free them and put them back into the game. During our small skirmishes, I had given more pointers on how to protect myself and take the advantages given to me. I am not saying I was anywhere close to being an expert when it came to swordplay, but my physical strength and endurance helped a lot.

We had lost my Dad having him sacrifice his self during the last fight taking down a group of rogue soldiers, leaving me and my team to escape with 6 boys out of 15. Dad died valiantly as he left the field with the dead with a white flag attached stating he and the men and boys with him were dead. It gave me an idea as I whispered my plan to my team that we could fool the other team by taking their shirts and hats placed the white flag on us and made our way back to their team and steal their flag. Everyone thought it was a brilliant plan letting me take the lead because it was my plan.

We quickly headed back to our captured prisoners and had them take off their shirts and placed ours under a nearby bush. I was glad Mom initialed mine with my name and their last name since mine was given to me as a present for being a town hero. While the rest of the family was rented, but Mom and Dad decided to buy them so when we came back next year and the years to come we would have our own, besides Mom and Dad couldn’t resist the prices offered because of my fame. We quickly dawned on our borrowed shirts placing the white flag on our arms and stuffed our red ones in our pockets.

With the change of uniform, we simply walked right into there camp only using a nodded of the head. With their backs turned to us we got as close to the flag as we possibly could using the other team as a distraction. On the count of three, we quietly removed the white flags and exchanged them for the red ones. Knowing it would be too late from them to notice our pants before we took their flag.

There it was standing within our grasp as we walked up behind them and took out our swords and killed the team as they screamed. “We have been, tricked, to arms to arms.” The flare pistol went up as we made a quick getaway. Hiding ourselves among them with the flag hidden in my shirt and quickly made it back across our boundary, only to have the rest of our side block us until the commander and chief congratulated us for a mission well done and sent up a flare that our side has captured the flag ending the game with a bugle call. We handed back our shirts we had taken and slung ours over our shoulders, panting because of the heat of the fast pace run we had just made.

Our team picked us up and carried us back to camp on their shoulders when they announced the winner after confirming the rule book that stated nothing about our plan of attack and had been done a time or two in history as a ploy to trick the enemy when capturing a convey, but this was first to be used to play dead and steal the flag, considering we still had all our red flags thanks to Dad sacrificing himself rather than give up our positions. Mom and Dad were very proud, Dad even prouder as he told me and my friends when the chips are down he could always count on me.

Once again I declined the offer to be nominated for the winner of a prize for a free dinner for me and my family at restaurant of our choice and a 300 dollar gift certificate to use in town. Having me state it was a team effort, splitting the money with my 6 teammates giving us each 50.00 and having Dad accept the offer for dinner. 

If I wasn’t popular now, I would never be. Man, I hated being in the spotlight as every girl wanted to congratulate me. If wasn’t for Dillon riding up to save me they would have torn me to pieces. I quickly climbed up behind him and we rode off leaving everyone behind, with his two friends flanking us as if they were our guards.

The fireworks burst in the air behind us, bring us and the horses to a stop. We sat on our horses and watched them, mostly to keep them under-control or running off. Dillon gave me two choices we could go to the dance or we could simply go home and wait for the girls there. The idea of going back to be raped by them was not an option so I chose the later.

Yet not realizing I had made the wrong choice. At first, it didn’t bother me as we all slipped into his hot tub just us boys. It was when the kissing started and seeing them stimulate each other. When I lost it, true I had done so enough times with my family and Dillon’s and with him, but I didn’t know his friends and the idea of me doing this to my friends back at home made me feel like I would be rapping them.

I got out and slipped on my robe leaving them to do whatever they like without me. I walked down to our cabin and freed Sparky and sat on the beach letting the water lap over my feet. For once in a long time I was alone and for a moment I taking the time for myself. I felt bad that I most likely embarrassed them for not participating, and I knew Mom and Dad would be angry with me because of that, but I was getting tired of always being on the radar where it was expected of me to participate in this kind of experiences.

For the first time I had been here I wanted normalcy, sure the girls were lots of fun, but every moment of the day was spent stimulating them or my family. I wanted to do other things, I wanted to do normal things and most of all I wanted answers, not the one's Mom and Dad or Mr. Rockwater had given me. I wanted to know for myself if I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

I don’t know how long I sat there with my thoughts as I looked out upon the lake. Feeling guilty because I had yet too truly enjoyed it, missing out on all the activities that didn’t include being with a girl just so we could be alone together. Dillon took a seat next to me and leaned over to kiss me. I told him no that I wasn’t in the mood. I could see the hurt in his eyes as he accepts the fact I didn’t want him to kiss me or anything else watching me closes my robe. He did likewise laying back and letting the water lap over his feet.

He asked me why and because he was my new best friend I told him. I didn’t like what he and his friends were doing back there. Once again I knew I offended him and placed my hand on top of his, having him pull it away. I told him it was because I felt I was being thrown into having this idea of sharing ourselves or stimulating ourselves or having sex with as many people as possible becoming the norm in my life. He asked me about my scars on my back, stating he knew that my parents physically abused me. I should have been shocked, but I wasn’t considering most likely everyone knew that here or most did, being such a small town and close net community.

I asked how much he knew, curious to know what everyone else knew, he said. “Not a lot just that you had.” I nodded letting Dads words echo in my mind that I wasn’t supposed to talk about what had happened at home, but never said anything about me discussing my abuse with my parents or my life. I made Dillon promise anyway just in case, telling him not to share it with anyone. He agreed spitting in his hand and had me do the same as we shook on it. Some would say yew gross, but Dillon and I had shared ourselves enough times, that most likely had a very good chance that we swapped our germs numerous times.

I told him I had been in 19 foster homes making the Rothwell’s number 19. It surprised him how often I had been bounced around. I told him it was because of the abuse and the hate my parents had for me and my brother growing up. I said I got some those scars from my father’s belt using his belt buckle that he had sharpened to cut me like a knife. And I had lost count on how many times they have tried to kill us. 

I told him about the church basement boiler room giving them time to beat me as much and as long as they wanted and the main reason to stop me from going with the Downings. He asked me if I had gotten the rest from Mr. Rothwell. I cringed knowing if I said I did that I had opened myself up to a severe beating. Yet Dillon promised me that he wouldn’t say anything.

He quickly noted my silence and said he watched him beat Shawn and Arthur with a cattail whip for having sex together. I nodded that he did the same to me once on purpose and the other by accident but it wasn’t for having sex it was for disrespecting him, stating he nearly killed me. I told him I spent a month in the hospital because of it and couldn’t put on a shirt for several months because I would reopen them during an episode having to say relieving events like the church boiler room and many others.

Showing him the faint scars on my wrist and ankles, I removed my robe enough so he could see the faint scars on my back and chest or what he could see or feel by moonlight. He kissed my shoulder and made me shiver, I knew he wanted to do more, but I put back on my robe stating I didn’t want that kind of affection now, seeing the hurt in his face, but he understood and took my hand instead.

We let the silence stay between us until he said he was raped by Shawn and Arthur as well as their grandfather. I knew that four boys were, but I didn’t know he was one of them. I told him I knew about it but didn’t know who the other boys were. I squeezed his hand. He smiled and I let him continue as he let me. He told me he was punished for not telling them sooner fearing them more than his parents or my parents.

They made him wear a brown robe cut just below his stomach whenever they were out in public stating he wasn’t to be touched and shaved off his hair and wear a wig like a girl. He had lost all his friends and the people he thought that loved him wanted no part of him. In school, he was picked on and bullied constantly and would rape him because of it.

Yet he had been given a choice because he was a victim to either go through the shame with the option of living with the shame of never being touched by anyone or his family not allow them to love him and removed him as a member of the family. Until the Shame period was over and be forgiven for his crimes, he noted the 2nd option was to kill himself.

I asked how long the shame period lasted, having him tell me three years 14 days and 7 hours 15 seconds. Stating if he was caught or found out repeating those actions then they would bury him alive and his name never spoken again, and worse having all his bones broken and chained in the hot sun painted in white salt for three days suffering in pain and dehydration before they buried him alive.

He knew what I was thinking when he said. “The brown robes that your parents brought were for Shawn and Arthur, but this time it would be worse for them if they had come here they would demand their deaths,” Yet I knew something more he wasn’t telling me The rules seemed harsh even for sexual rape where the world would put people like that behind bars not kill them or disown them. 

He had to ask the hard question if Shawn and Arthur raped my younger brothers and Jody, asking the real reason why Jody wasn’t here, I nodded yes that they had, but Shawn didn’t rape Jody, but made it so his friends could as he stood by and watched his friends do it and his foster brother Danny.

His face paled when I told him that they had, he growled. “They should have killed them instead of moving away so they can do it to other boys and now his own sister.” I knew how he felt; I wanted to kill them too. Yet the question in my mind was would I do it because I could here and get away with murder. He answered my question regarding the other three boys that were involved. Promising me I would never say anything about it while I was here or until I was old and gray. I gave him my promise and gave him another spit handshake.

He looked into my eyes seeing I would keep it. “Even thou they were his friends, he helps decide their fate because one of them chosen to recommit the crimes by raping Fiona and her brother on numerous occasions. They killed him in the public square after they broke every bone in his body and cut off his penis, then buried him alive. His other friend chose to take his own life rather than live with the shame and the punishment of being untouched and unloved and disowned by his family. Three years was too much for him.”

Dillon said. “If he had to make that choice again he still would have chosen the shame ritual and the ridicule knowing that after it ended he would never ever do what Shawn and Arthur did. “The other boy chose the shame ritual as he did. Yet he killed himself before the first year had ended, after raping another boy. Knowing if he didn’t they would publicly execute him in the town squire.”

Dillon stated he never had the desires for having sex with boys as the other three boys did, but the only way out was to endure the shaming ritual for three years or move away as my foster parents did. Two of those years he had no contact with boys other than his brother and father, always having to prove he wasn’t gay like the other boys.

He told me he was marked showing me the marking; I had thought was a strange tattoo. Just below his belly button finding a star with a ring around it. The star was black and had three dots in between its points representing the years of his shame. The circle meant that he been forgiven and a warning if he committed the same crimes again he would die publicly as his friends did. One of the reasons the robe was so short to show it and to humiliate him always dressed in the robe, but not to be touched or be allowed to touch another person.

The only relief he got was in school not having to wear the robe until he came home. But the local kids, teachers, and parents, were always there to remind him what he had done and announced it over the intercom or in front of the class every so often having him take off his shirt showing everyone the shaming mark. Even though fighting was against the rules, they turned a blind eye when kids picked a fight with him or raped him repeatedly over the three year period.

I knew he would never commit those crimes seeing his friends die because of it. I trusted him loved him more because of it and knew without a doubt that he wasn’t gay. I kissed him and opened myself to him said. “I only want to share myself with you, not your friends.” Knowing he wouldn’t take it any other way just two best friends sharing ourselves. Even his Family I didn’t care to, but I knew there was no way that was going to happen, I couldn’t even tell my own family no, fearing the monster inside of Mom and Dad, besides I truly and honestly loved them.

He laid me down on the sand and opened our robes letting the water tickle our legs and feet. I kissed him and asked. “Do we really have to go back to the girls or your friends I have enough of girls for a while.”

He kissed me all the way down my chest and said. “No we could skip out if we wanted to, but our parents would think it odd that we did so.” I knew he was right so even though I didn’t want too. One more night with them wasn’t going to hurt me.

I definitely didn’t want them to think we were more than just good friends and because we weren’t gay, I just trusted him more than anyone else here. I was just tired of all the attention. Tired of stimulating every girl I came across, I said. “So if we go back I won’t have to stimulate your friends or go on any more dates alone expecting me to stimulate them?”

He kissed me again stating we could do other things, I asked what he looked out on the water said. “We go could water-skiing, hiking, go on more trail rides and go up to the waterfall and jump off it. We don’t have to stimulate another girl with us unless we wanted to. We set the rules not them.” I sighed with relief as that sounded more like a vacation then what I was doing.