Hell’s Gates Part 4

Chapter 277-3

Hell’s Gates

Part 4

 

I had other things too worry about taking the field and nearly slipping because how slick the mat was even though it was still very clean and dry, making it hard for us boys after being covered in grease and vegetable oil products from head to toe. Watching several green 5 gallons buckets being placed by each of our benches, watching them slop all over the place. Each of the coaches wearing at least a pair of shorts and a polo shirt with our team's logo on it so people could identify who they were and which team they represented.

The moment we were in placing us boys in the back of our grunts with them in the front as they touched the red drawn long stripe that indicated the middle of the field as several large traffic cones indicated where the goal line was where we could toss the nurf sponge-like football into one of the three billboard holes. Each the lights came on showing that they were all green indicating that they were now all available to choose which ones we could use to score. It was bad enough having to just make it too the goal line, it was a nightmare to quickly aim the ball within 60 seconds or be forced to forfeit our turn. We either had to throw the ball and make the holes or lose a 1 point if the 60 seconds expired or loose the five points if miss the hole.

The football itself was painted neon red so it could stand out. We took our place as the referee walked onto the field and placed the ball in the middle between us and the other teams. It was like having 4 quarterbacks that were in charge of protecting us and the ball; but also making sure that other team’s boys never made it to the goal line so they could throw the ball into one of the three holes, simple enough you would think. Trust me it was anything but.

The moment the buzzer buzzed it was like a wild frenzy as Mr. Vincent snapped the ball as Bishop Earl, Dad and Mr. Bronson butted heads and shoulders with Mr. Striker’s men, now that first quarter had begun. Mr. Gregory went after me even though I didn’t have the ball as Mark took the ball from Mr. Vincent and started to run into enemy lines. Only to be hit hard by two of Mr. Strikers men as they tackled him before he even made it halfway to the goal line. The ball was now in their court, as the ball was then thrown to Eli as Mark was released as he cringed, feeling bruises where the two men tackled him and beat on him, forcing the ball out of his hand.

I had my own problems as Mr. Gregory charge at me like a mad bull even though I didn’t have the ball he was bent on revenge, but Dad and Mr. Vincent saw him and doubled back nodding as they went after him. They watched Mr. Gregory lunged for my legs hoping to get me to the ground where he could beat the hell out of me as payback for breaking his nose. I looked around for the referee, but none of them were around as they were busy watching the ball and the player that had it.

Stringum and Mr. Bronson yelled too their ref pointing to me and Mr. Gregory, but by the time they got there or Mr. Vincent and Dad I had already leaped into the air precisely as Mr. Gregory lunged for me and ran across his back as if he was nothing more then ramp watching him catch air sliding three feet on the mat getting rug burn. Being as I didn’t have the ball Mr. Gregory was not charged a penalty. However, Mr. Striker was very upset because I had escaped unharmed.

Bishop Earl and Mr. Benson were unable to take Eli down as he made the first score; watching Mr. Striker nods his approval that his strategy worked. Keeping their focus on a deceptive move, but he was very upset with Mr. Gregory for not being able to complete his task said. “That’s twice he has beaten you. You just earned 20 stripes. Be that a lesson you all of you. I expect you all to obey my orders.”

Mr. Gregory tried to give an excuse but the moment he did Mr. Striker kneed him in the groin. There were no rules on how the coach should treat their own players on the field or off the field. However the look he gave me was more than just hate, instead, it said he wanted me dead in the worst way.

Stringum was busy conversing with Mr. Granger as his two councilors came back said so far they haven’t found their missing boys or the men Stringum said they were with. Stringum said.  “Perhaps they are in the pool area our several countless places after all as you know this is a very big house.” Again Mr. Granger orders them not to come back empty handed. If they didn’t find the boys by the end of the game they have better have a replacement or their lives will be forfeited.

A new ball was placed on the field now that Eli was able to score the first 5 points on the board seeing the ball inside the basket. Mr. Wesley said. “The play that Mr. Striker made was expected, but we will deal with it once we get into our groove.” He told me and the boys; that he had been told we could handle ourselves. To make damn sure to do whatever it takes to protect ourselves because Mr. Striker and his men do not play fair.

Dad asked if we could change it up a bit, by adding more grunts and only two boys. That way they could do more against Mr. Striker’s men. Mr. Bronson said, checking the rule book, but Coach Brady already had memorized the rules. Stating that it only says only 8 players can be on the field. It doesn’t say if they have to be all boys or men. Mr. Bronson smiled as he quickly outlined a play having Bishop Sakes and Mr. Olson having our man Tony and one of his men quickly remove their clothes too fill in since we were short of grunts and had plenty of boys.

The moment we took the field Mr. Striker called a time out realizing that only there were only two boys on the field who were me and Kirk being as we could take care of ourselves. Kirk had been working hard over the last couple of mouth with Tony and Jenny learning how to fight. Mark too as well, but wasn’t as proficient at it as of yet where me and Kirk have excelled. Then again I had more training then all them. Stringum had one of his men in white jackets check the rule book finding that Coach Brady was correct.

Mr. Striker grew even angrier told his friends that were in the bleacher's seats to disrobe, and get their a*s on the field. He pointed to Eli and Chad telling them they better make the next goal or else he dragged his finger across his neck. Indicating they were dead men. Mr. Gregory nodded his head in my direction. I motioned him with my fingers to come and get it. Kirk smiled at me knowing I did the same thing to him when we first met. Now we were best friends and sparring partners, most the time it always a draw who won the match. Tony told us not to get overzealous and stay focused. We nodded.

Mr. Vincent snapped the ball after winning the coin toss. Which I could have sworn was a doubleheader if I hadn’t seen Jeff standing by; Mr. Striker growled. “Lucky toss, let's see how like my new players.”

Mr. Vincent said. “Good, I am hungry for fresh meat.” Dad agreed as they took up their places. The men butted heads and shoulders as the ball was tossed to Kirk; knowing that he was the better player between the two of us. Mr. Gregory looked at Kirk and Mr. Striker pointed to me they wanted me injured so I couldn’t play. It was still early in the game. That once I was taken care of first they could easily take care of the other players. They wanted both me and Dad badly. Since we both have disrespect Mr. Striker and Mr. Granger their head boss, known as their magistrate.

Mr. Gregory made his way towards me, as some of the shower heads above us started to rain warm liquid chocolate as others still remained closed making the field a chocolate mess in some places. We had expected it to happen, and in fact, we planned on it, considering that was one the main reasons why we were naked, other was because they had a sick sense of humor and got off on it. And it gave the men a chance to fondle us; knowing it was allowed and can do so freely without having to pay for it, which was way they liked this game.

Once more Mr. Gregory underestimated me as this time he didn’t lunge for my legs knowing what happened last time. This time he ran straight at me, but Dad and Mr. Vincent were close and this time they took him down as the ball was thrown to me as I took off like a roadrunner dodging men that tried to grab on to me, feeling their hands and fingers slip off me.

Kirk was nearly to the goal line as I hurdled over one of Mr. Striker’s men using him as a springboard as my other foot came down hard with a twist in the right spot knocking the air out of him tossing the ball to Kirk as I rammed my elbow into the next mans face feeling his teeth the moment he grabbed my hips trying to bring me down. Kirk scored our first 5 points on the board as the man I just punch spit out a tooth I had just knocked loose.

Mr. Striker looked at Eli and Chad seeing that they had been tackled an unable to catch the ball if they were able to take it from us. He said nothing in regards to missing a point when neither of them had the ball in their hands or made it to the goal line. However, it still angered him as he threw his clipboard on the ground. Mr. Wesley gave him a nod and a salute as the crowd went wild seeing the scoreboard was now tied with 5 minutes to go on the clock until the first quarter was over.

Mr. Granger was calm as he whispered to Stringum and the High Bishop with one of the High Bishops naked boys on his lap which I had no doubt had his penis up his a*s as he bounced a little moaning as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. While High Bishop had given one of the boys to Stringum and saving one for his self as Dr. Sars and Dora did the boys orally, noticing they both were naked as they kept a close eye on the game. Then again they weren’t the only ones having sex, as I looked around the crowd. It was like a free for all like it was one big giant orgy or sex party. It was nothing like it would be when the game was over, they would be having sex all night long as they pledge their souls and their children to their Demon God.

In the background, I could see the men setting up several alters and painting several satanic stars and symbols on the floor. While other men were un-boxing candles and gold bowls and chalices. Mr. Bronson forced our heads around, telling us, what’s important isn’t the crowd or what they are doing setting up for tonight’s celebration. The game should be at the forefront and nothing else, that when the time comes we deal with it. We all nodded and went over the next play. Asking me and Mark how we felt if we needed a rest. We both said we were fine.

He said. “Good, now let’s see if we can take some of the competition out. Since it is obvious they want Nate out and his Dad since they have disrespected Mr. Granger and Mr. Striker,” watching them being handed brass knuckles. Again the playbook stated that too was allowed. They just couldn’t kill us, or maim us too badly, only to the point we couldn’t play. If we got killed on the field it would be known as an accident. Coach Brady passed around our own set of brass knuckles.

None of us boys were allowed a weapon. It was going to be hand to hand combat. Kirk and I were good with that, as we painted a Target on Mr. Gregory’s back. Mr. Olsen sat this round out adding Greg to our quartet of boys that could fight. They added one more man and Eli as the only boy making a statement. However, Mr. Striker was unaware of Eli or any of the boy’s potential when it came to protecting oneself. Right now they were acting like they weren’t capable of doing much. So we had agreed that we would keep the point spread as close as possible. To ensure that Mr. Striker couldn’t justify them loosing.

It gave us time to get the boys out, it gave us time to get out as many boys here we could before the celebration started. However, we had to accept the facts that we couldn’t save them all. We may be able to save the ones here, inside this room and our town here in Heber and Salt Lake City. But tonight was the last night of celebration welcoming in a new year, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t participate in their homes, in their temples across the globe. We were but one fraction of spies, there were others elsewhere doing the same, but we all knew this wouldn’t simply stop because we had stopped them tonight. We needed to bring them all down; to the point, they are no longer a threat to our society and could no longer practice or abuse their rituals.