BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Chapter 11

Aftermath

   It was three hours later but may as well have been three years later when Brian's phone finally rang.

   Brian grabbed at it but his hand shook so much, the phone slid out of his fingers twice before he finally just engulfed it in one meaty palm and pulled it open.

   "Hello!! Hello!!"

   "Mr. Kinney?"

   "Yes!"

   "Your brother was brought in with a head injury?"

   "Yes! Yes! How is he? How is Justin?"

   "Well, it's hard to tell. He has a lot of healing to do but we patched him up as best we could. There was an epidural hematoma as a result of the blow. We had to..."

   "Wait..what?! What's that?" yelled Brian.

   "There was a blood clot between the two outer most layers of the brain. I can show you the X-rays and CT scans if you come in."

   Brian was already out the door. "Is he awake? Is he going to be OK?"

   "Well, we had to anesthetise him so he'll be asleep for quite some time. As well, I'd recommend letting him sleep and heal for as much as possible. I did the best I could here but we're just a small town clinic here. He really should be in a hospital."

   "I want this privatized as much as possible. I cannot be in a city," Brian said.

   "Well, then he should be looked over as much as possible for the next three days. More even. Mr. Kinney, I did the best I could but we had to relieve the pressure on his brain. I had to drill a hole into the side of his head where the hema...clot was and insert a small temporary catheter and suck out the clot. We're monitoring him and it looks like the pressure is going down. However, that's all we can do for him now but as I said, he should be monitored. But we are just a small clinic and it's way past closing now. There's no place for him to stay permanently here so it's either a hospital or you come to collect him and take him home with a medical staff. YAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

   The doctor screamed because Brian's heavy leathered hand had fallen on his shoulder at this point. He had arrived, searched out the doctor by the sound of his voice and come up behind him.

   "Very well," said Brian, in his deepest, most forbidding voice, "Pack whatever you need and call whoever you need to take over this clinic for the next three days. Call the nurse who helped you. YOU will be the medical staff that my...brother...needs."

   "WHAT!!? That's outrageous! I'll do no such thing!" the doctor sputtered.

   "Oh, Doctor, YOU WILL!" Brian's heavy hand moved down from his shoulder and easily gripped his upper arm in a vise-like grip. "You see...I am not asking...I am telling you! You are coming with me! You and your nurse either willingly, or as my prisoners! You will be well fed, well taken care of and when Justin is stable, VERY well paid! Betray me or try to get away and you will die!"

   "The doctor struggled to get free and yelled, "Let me go! What are you talking about, prisoners!? Die? You can't treat people like this in this day and age!" But Brian was relentless and of course, the doctor could not escape.

   "Oh yes, Doctor! I can! I'll do whatever I have to, to survive and for that man to be healthy. I have killed once today for that man and right now, I will kill you now, if you refuse me again!"

   "K - killed?" faltered the doctor.

   "Yesss," said Brian hissingly, "Tell me, Doctor, have you heard the stories about me? About why they call me the Beast?"

   "I - I've heard some things," the doctor said dignified and bravely.

   Up to now, Brian had kept his hood up, cloaking his head and partially obscuring his face. "Well, none of the stories are true," he said.

   The doctor sighed in relief.

   "They're MUCH WORSE!!" bellowed Brian, as he pulled his hood down. He showed the doctor his snake ponytail and bared his fangs. The domino mask prevented the full effect from killing the doctor but it had the desired effect.

   "OH MY GOD!! NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!!!" the doctor screamed and tried to run away but Brian held him with both hands now and just laughed horribly. The doctor's screams brought the nurse who was then easily caught as well.

   Finally, Brian felt they'd had enough and covered himself again. "Now....I take it you both understand the gravity of your situation!" Brian said in a snarling, Beastly voice. "So what is your decision? Willingly? Or prisoners!!?"

   "Well, of course they came willingly.

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   At this point I'm going to do a....fairly quick overview because at this point you can probably guess what happened from here on in. Also, because I have no idea how to speak medical. Yes...sigh...I know my shortcomings. Look, if you want a good medical story, you can always switch over to the House fandom. You could but...WHY?? He's such a pill!! (Pun intended) But I digress.

   Hey! HEY!!! Where do you think you're going!? Sit yo' ass back down! Yeah, you! And you in the corner! And you! Yeah, especially YOU!

   The one thing that I have gleaned that is still a mystery to you is the appearance of the now infamous chastity device. Well, dear children, hunker down and listen up and I will tell you.

   Anyway, the doctor and nurse, made the necessary calls to their colleagues and families to tell them of the emergency, grabbed a lot of IV bags and blankets and other medical supplies, loaded Justin on a gurney, wheeled him out to the lone ambulance and bundled him in. Then they all took off to Brian's spooky mansion.

   Brian rode behind them in the limo. He hogged the road to ensure that the nervous nurse and the dodgy doctor didn't decide to ditch him.

   He took them up to Justin's Apartments, had the Wards magic up one extra bed (since one of them would be watching Justin at all times. He told them to eat what was served them and threatened them with dire and deadly consequences if they did any less than their best. Then he locked them in.

   He checked on them every few hours but otherwise left them alone. This pattern continued for 2 days and 3 nights. Justin awoke on the first day and asked for him and he was there in seconds. Brian wore his white cloak and domino and stroked Justin's hand and whispered sweet nothings and told him he was sorry, so sorry. Justin told him about the box he acquired, telling him only that it was very special to him and to keep hold of it. And then, suddenly, his eyes fluttered and he lapsed into a convulsion.

   The doctor was all over him in seconds. Well, it was a good thing Justin was being monitored. The doctor found two more hematomas and drained them quickly but it was not without cost. With all the shaving and drilling and draining and so on and so forth Justin was left with the aforementioned scar on his head that would be there for the rest of his life. Also, the doctor warned that there would probably be some lasting damage that they would have to discover later. And what they did discover later that it affected his right hand, wearing it out, giving it tremors, numbness and aches when used strenuously. His painting hand. The doctor prescribed some exercises and physiotherapies he could do to rebuild his strength but Justin was pretty broken up about it and when he found out about it, Brian snarled at the doctor so that the poor doc's face was as white as his coat.

   On the third day, Justin was awake, lucid and cranky about being in bed all the time. He still couldn't get solid foods down and was hooked up to the IV. But he was allowed to walk around a bit and the doctor thankfully pronounced him out of the woods. He warned Brian to keep an eye on him for the next few days and call them again immediately if any fainting or seizures or anything else serious happened. He said to call if they needed any more IV bags. Brian promised, gave them each 5 stacks of 10 $100 bills and summarily threw them out of the house.

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Evening of the third day, 10 days before B-day, 7:00 PM

   Brian knocked.

   Justin braced himself and answered. It was not enough. With this man, it would never be enough.

   Brian was wearing leather boots, black leather pants with a blue stripe down each leg, a leather shirt, with short sleeves, police gloves with elastic cuffs. He wore a Muir cap over his snake cage. He wore his executioner mask. He held his hands behind his back.

   "Mind if I come in Sunshine?" he asked as if it was no big deal and he wasn't standing there in a sexy police uniform.

   "I...guess so. Say, why do you always ask that?"

   "I gots good manners," breezed Brian. Justin gave him a "get serious" look.

   "Well....There IS one other reason. Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow. If you're not too mad at me."

   "Why would I be mad at you tomorrow?" asked Justin.

   "For what I'm going to do to you tonight!" said Brian, and he grinned ferally. He kicked the door shut with a BANG! He brought out his hands to the front to reveal the many coils of rope he was hiding behind his back.

   Justin backed away, pulling his IV stand with him. "Brian...what are you doing? Brian? Brian! BRIAN!! NO! I have my IV in! NOOOOO!!!"

   "I'll be careful," said Brian as he advanced relentlessly toward his prey.

   "No! No! NOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Later...

   "Well, well, well!!! My little runaway! What AM I going to do with you?" said Brian cockily, from where he was straddling Justin's body just below what he could imagine was his magnificent cock. He stroked Justin's porcelain cheek gently with one finger. He pulled it away just in time as Justin tried to bite it.

   "FUCK you, Brian! You yelled at me! I told you I'd leave! I told you our agreement was at an end! So I left!"

   "And I told you it wasn't! I told you my wrath would be terrible! And now here we are...in this MOST interesting position...."

   Justin struggled but it was no use.

   "You may yet escape that wrath, Justin. If..."

   "If what?"

   "If....you bend your rules and let me fuck you! Let the genie out of the bottle, Justin! Let loose for me! We'll be so great together! And it's only ten days. It's no big deal."

   "If it's no big deal, then you can wait the measly ten days with no problem," returned Justin. "And I swear to you, Brian, if you have put me into this position, just to rape me, it will be the first and last time you ever have sex with me again!"

   "Justin!" Brian looked hurt, "I would never rape you or hurt you. And I want you to know again, I'm very sorry I yelled. I guess when I saw you holding my son's picture I kind of lost it. It's my most precious possession."

   "I understood that Brian. I was treating it with the greatest of care, like a real baby even. And I would have even put it back sooner if the portrait hadn't distracted me."

   "Looking back on it, I see that now. But, you know, hindsight is 20/20."

   "What's his name?"

   "One of his mothers is Jewish. She named him Abraham."

   Justin made a face.

   "I know. I don't really like it either."

   "He's such a sweet little baby," Justin closed his eyes and remembered, "Oh my! Oh! I would have called him Gus!"

   Brian started and he had a thunderstruck look on his face. "What did you say?"

   "I said he should be named Gus. It's short, sweet, and to the point. And it's more of a butch name. Poor kid's gonna get the crap beat out of him at school with a name like Abraham."

   "Hmmmm. Maybe. Anyway, I'm sorry and I promise I will never yell at you again. I'm sorry." He kissed him. "I'm sorry." He kissed him. "I'm sorry." He showered his face with kisses. I'm sorry. Never again."

   "IF you do, do you NOW recognize our bargain will be at an end Brian? No more of this shit!" he gestured at himself.

   Justin was tied up to the bed spread-eagled. As he had promised, Brian had been careful with his IV wrist and even given it some slack but not enough to let him get away.

   "Yes. I will recognize it." Said Brian seriously.

   "And I also want you to start seeing someone about it then. Even if it's by video-conference somehow. See a therapist about it. I want to take no chances here, Brian."

   "What!!? No fuckin' way!" screeched Brian.

   "Yes way! Or else! I may have promised myself to you in exchange for my mother but if you don't, it will only be as a prisoner and slave and if you try to have sex with me, you'll have to rape me...every...single...time. Do you understand me Brian? I will never love you. Never. And the spell will not be broken!"

   "Geez, Justin!"

   "I mean it, Brian!"

   "Fine! I'll see someone. So...can you relax now and fuck me?"

   "Sure Brian...In ten days," he ground out.

   "Arrrrrgggh! FINE! Well, if I can't have your cock...than neither can you!"

   "WHAT!!? What the Hell are you going to do Brian?" Justin struggled against the ropes, quite scared now.

   "Well, Justin...If I can't suck and lick and taste that sweet cock, I'm not going to have you sitting up here enjoying all that loveliness without me. Plus...this will ensure that you don't run away again. You won't leave with your cock in bondage!"

   "In bondage? What are you talking about?"

   Brian closed his eyes and wished. Something gold appeared in his hand. He bent down and whispered, "I told you when you first arrived that I was into some kinky shit."

   Then he reversed his position so that he was facing Justin's legs and sitting on his chest. Justin struggled mightily but it was useless. Brian only laughed heartily and easily did what he willed.

   And that's when Brian put Justin's cock into the golden chastity device, locked it with the golden padlock and hung the key on its golden chain around his neck.

   "DAMN YOU, BRIAN!!"

   Brian flicked one knot so Justin could work himself free. He laughed evilly, got off the bed and left. SLAM!...went the door. Justin could hear his laughter fade as he went to his own rooms.

   Justin struggled his way free and then sulked his way to sleep.

   Which pretty much brings us up to speed.

TBC