Part of the Lore

The adults involved in this story wrote it serially. I just pasted the quotes together, made the prounouns match and put them in a logical sequence.

Quite beautiful, really.

It will forever be part of the Lore, "Dad, remember when you chained that guy up in Winnipeg?"...And the other boy will say, "Yeah, remember? You lifted him up by his crotchstrap."

The beer tent, you see, wouldn't let beer out and it wouldn't let children in. It was Scotto's shift to watch the four boys.

We happened to be in Winnipeg on the same night, each on our way to different trips. And the last star to come into alignment was a fringe festival going on downtown that very night.

The freak bound himself in a straight jacket. Four innocent children who he knew, and countless others who he did not, stared intently, fascinated as the freak asked him to tighten the straps of the straight jacket. Veiled S and M references dripping with experience, desire and a hint of solicitation floated gently over the heads of enamored children and drunken homeless natives as Scotto cinched each strap. Brent took a long sip of his Canadian lager as Chuck said "Hey, the freak has Scotto up on stage!"

The freak had an expression of pleasure as Scotto snugged the straps. Scotto, with his arms crossed, loomed over the tiny gay freak, dwarfing the impish performer. Brent uttered, "Scotto is a big fucker". The lights shone hard on the larger man binding the smaller man. By the time he'd cinched the third strap, the freak was sweating through the jacket.

Scotto stepped back a safe distance and looked at the gay imp with both disgust and dislike. The imp began to twist and contort as if he was performing a mating-dance at a gay bar at closing time. Scotto squinted thirstily past the flood lights toward the beer tent. There stood his grinning friends, bottles raised in toast, looking for all the world like the best beer ad marketers ever conceived.