"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 12
By Dylan
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"Benny the Matchmaker" was inspired by my good old friend Castleton during a chat we had. He told me to write a short and simple story and suggested to use my last encounter with a nice stranger as I was walking my dog in the park.
For some time now I work together with my friend Andy, who tirelessly reads and edits my stories to make them as good as possible.
This chapter I dedicate to you, Andy, as a huge 'Thank You my Friend!'
Greets, Dylan
Benny the Matchmaker -12-
Dr. Ian Austin stood up again.
He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate to be able to get a hold of himself.
He looked out over the dark waters, holding Dylan's shoes and shirt in his hand. His eyes were full of tears as he used his own shirt sleeve to rub them dry. While drawing another deep breath and slowly turning around, he realized that he had not tried everything possible. He was a scientist, he was coldblooded like a robot when he did surgeries that saved life's. He knew he could do something to help his lover, and he pushed away the dark thoughts and the fantasies full of fear and sorrow.
He needed to think, he needed to clear his head, and he needed to search for Dylan and rescue him, if he could.
His beloved could not be gone.
The first thing that came to mind was to simply call his boyfriend's mobile phone. He used speed dial '1' and the call went through, so he knew the phone was still working, it was ringing somewhere.
His hopes were soon destroyed as he heard it ring. The waterproof IPhone he had bought Dylan after his old one got damaged still worked, but it was not with his boyfriend. It was near Ian himself, somewhere hidden in the sand .
Dr. Austin waited as the mailbox answered, and dialed the number again, walking towards the first tone he heard. This time the phone was nearer, and soon he found it, laying in the sand.
Ian sobbed, one ray of hope gone. Dylan might have dropped the phone like he dropped his shirt, but Ian did not want to give in so fast. He dialed another number.
While he was frantically seeking his boyfriend, not very far away a group of young men had a few beers and a bottle of whiskey. They watched their leader fuck away, their own dicks in their hands, waiting for their own turn.
The leader of the group of local youth grunted and moaned as he used the young ass under him, and the boy moaned and groaned like he got what he wanted. At least this was what the boys said as they watched the spectacle.
The young tourist had been wandering along the beach till he met the boys, and since he was drunk or stoned and half naked anyway, they assumed the city pussy boy needed a lesson to teach him manners.
He was taking it surprisingly well, sucking seven dicks in a row without any protest, as Jimmy, their leader, decided to spice the party up a little bit.
Soon the boy screamed out as Jimmy's dick penetrated him, and one of the other boys had to gag him with his dick. They were hidden in the dunes so no one would walk in on the action by accident, but none of them wanted to share their toy with anyone else, so they had better kept him quiet.
It did not take long before Jimmy came deep into the boy's bowels, filled him up, bred him, while giving a running commentary, using all the words in the book to humiliate the boy. As he was done, he simply pulled out and stood up, without another word. The boy was now not stoic anymore, he was reduced to tears, openly sobbing as the next of the drunk boys started to fuck him.
Jimmy's voice was sickeningly sweet of false sympathy as he smiled: " MyMyMy, kid, what's wrong... you did a good job for a beginner, you should be proud !" He watched the other members of his gang abusing the boy , while he filmed the show with his phone.
Suddenly though he heard a strange noise.
Whirling noises actually, coming nearer, like zooming in on them from several sides. His phone made a strange sound, a clicking noise, then hissed. He screamed out in pain and surprise as the phone suddenly got too hot to hold it in his hand. He dropped it, and some of his friends did the same , as the phones blinked in a sudden shortcut, burning out in a surprisingly intense heat.
The King's experts had modified several of the British Jackal VTOL drones for their needs, and the devices, looking like small Bell helicopters with eight rotors to lift them up and four propellers to push them forward were stealthy and, when needed, dangerous.
Jimmy's phone had been exposed to a special feature of drone ' Jackal One', one of a group of high tech devices that had been sent out to look for Dylan. The EMP impulse it sent out burned each of the boy's phone's to a crispy chunk of metal, burning several fingers in the process. None of the boys could call it's Daddy, and none could send out the dirty films and pics they had taken of the abuse they had witnessed or participated in.
Jimmy, now fearing for his dear life, looked up while the whirling sounds in the air got really intensive now, and bright lights turned the dark night into day. He saw several deep black military drones zooming in on his group, surrounding them, and even though the lights were almost blinding them, he could see the unmistakable barrels of machine guns that stuck out of the fuselages of the drones, together with the lenses of high definition cameras that were filming them. The drones were no toys, that much was clear. With a wingspan of nearly 17 feet the flying objects looked dangerous enough to freak the boys out.
"Fuck let the bitch go, we need to run!" Jimmy tried to warn his buddies, as a short round of bullets hit the sand in front of him and stopped him dead in his tracks.
It was Ian who had made the call that started the action. He had called Ahmed, and Ahmed had called the mansion.
While the nervous surgeon still ran along the beach, calling Dylan's name, the Commander of the King's guard had sounded the alarm.
His handpicked and perfectly drilled young soldiers worked like clockwork. The first action they undertook was a search of the surroundings of the restaurant and the nearby beach. They were assisted by a team of skilled operators , flying ten high tech drones of the 'Jackal' series, stealthy machines the Kingdom had bought just a few months ago.
Most of the operators of those drones were not even in the mansion, since the high tech devices could be steered via satellite upload. They were stationed in separate highly classified bases all over the world. Only two cadets, surprisingly young at both just 16 years of age, were right in the Hamptons' estate with the Commander, their own Dad. The boy's worked the drones as if they were playing a video game, with the skills and reflexes only young kids have, steering them with the utmost precision.
The drones took off and started searching for electronic signals, but since Dylan had left his phone behind, they had to scan for thermal signatures. To differentiate between the signature of a single jogger or a pair of newlyweds and the signature of the boy they were looking for was no easy task, but the Commander's sons were in their own little world, sitting in their own dedicated war-room, surrounded by screens, able to fully concentrate on their task.
One of the boys followed a hunch as he checked the signals of a group his drone, 'Jackal One', had detected. At first he thought he watched a party of drunk people having a little sexy fun, but while his dick started to grow hard in his uniform, he realized that just one figure was held down and had to take all the guys around him.
He sounded an alarm, and several more operators , most a few thousand miles away from his joystick, made all the drones concentrate on one spot. They zoomed in on the suspicious group on the beach, while the Commander sent his men. The ten flying objects, small for helicopters but huge for toys, soon had reached the spot and had been scary enough to pin the rapists to the spot.
Soon Dylan was found, alive and well. Just sobbing in the arms of his boyfriend, holding onto Ian for dear life.
The King's men brought Dylan and Ian back to the mansion, and the drones were long gone, like phantoms of the night, as the Sheriff's department picked up several drunk young men, all naked and hard and unable to explain why they were cuffed together in a circle, while each of the boy's dicks was deeply embedded in another boy's ass. All they could say was that 'Batman' had disturbed their party and they were innocent.....
The King's guard had played a cruel joke on the rapist's, knowing they might never be punished by the arm of the law.
The Sheriff arrived long after the King's soldiers had raided the beach, freed Dylan, and vanished again into the night, returning the boy back to Ian's arms.
As Dylan woke up, the sun was up and a warm feeling tickled his nose. Slowly opening his eyes he realized it was a wet long tongue that was giving him a bath.
Someone had brought Benny over from New York. Ahmed had called Dylan's mom at home, and since Benny had been restless anyway, they decided to fly down to Southampton, again piloted by Captain Abdullah. Some calls from the Ambassador himself made sure they could bend a few rules, and this time a small Bell 429 helicopter landed near Dylan's house, right on the green grass of Pier 46.
Mrs. Bullimore and Benny watched in awe as the sleek silver Helicopter came out of nowhere, bathing the dark Hudson River in bright light, landing softly like a feather on the lawn. One of the pilots, a young man who surprisingly just wore a simple jogging suit, jumped out the craft and ran over to take Benny in his arms, and the cute dog almost melted into the young man's embrace.
The Copilot lead Mrs. Bullimore through the heavy wind stirred up by the still spinning rotor and made sure she arrived safely in the helicopter's cabin, before he sat Benny down next to her and petted the brave little Bulldog.
Once ihe had closed the door, the young man introduced himself as Captain Ashan and the pilot as Captain Abdullah, and as soon as Mrs. Bullimore was belted in, they started their journey.
ZNY, flight control, had cleared the sky for them, and the direct approach to the estate took less than 30 minutes.
Dylan's Mom as well as his lover Ian had been at his bedside as he woke up, and assisted by Benny he felt safe and secure from the moment he opened his eyes.
" Ian?" he asked, his voice shaking. He heard the sobbing man answer: " Yes Dear, I'm here!"
" Ian, I'm hungry!"
Dylan's Mom chuckled, and his boyfriend closed his eyes for a second, sending a quick prayer to every Saint he could think off.
"This fancy shit didn't really fill my tummy!" This simple statement, delivered dryly but in a fake child's voice, breached any dam Ian had set up. He buried his face in Dylan's blanket and sobbed :
" No fancy french cuisine anymore, I promise!" and a giggling Dylan answered: "Just french fries!"
While Dylan had a hearty breakfast, shared with his boyfriend, his mom, and Benny, Ahmed, the Commander, and the King had a video conference.
" I am very proud of the combined efforts of my troops!" the King had just said. He had spent roughly a billion Dollars on the drone program, and now the new branch of his military had completed it's first real mission, an assignment without any time to prepare for, on foreign territory, at night, with almost no information to back them up.
" I hereby express my deepest appreciation to the outstanding group of soldiers that completed their task quickly and without any losses! Cadets Saif and Sinan bin Bilal will be promoted as soon as possible. They are by far the most experienced pilots of our 'Jackal' program and from now on will lead the pilot's training program as well as all the drone's operations."
Commander Bilal, the leader of the King's guards, nodded to the screen, knowing the King could see him clearly. He was deeply honored by the King's early morning video call, showing how much of an active interest his leader took in all the operations of his military.
The Commander was proud of his sons, and his face showed his pride clearly. The two boys, named 'Saif, the Sword' and 'Sinan, the iron Spur' were following the traditions of his family of warriors, were true heirs of the house of Bilal, the house of 'Winners'.
As the video call was taking place, Dylan was already sleeping again. His boyfriend had given him a quick examination the night before, and since the boy was just a little bruised, he was declared to be able to do what he wanted again.
Luckily the episode had not really scared him, since the wine had been strong and the food had been scarce and his brain had been fogged up enough to forget the events on the beach.
The only thing he vaguely remembered were the drones and the men who had saved him, even though he told Ian about his strange dream full of Tony Stark's technology and the Iron Man and the Avengers saved him, together with the Black Panther.
Ian held his beloved close until Dylan drifted off to sleep again, certainly dreaming of Iron Man and the Black Panther, and maybe even sexy young Spiderman in his tight revealing suit. Anything was better than a nightmare full of lobsters chasing him or bullies pushing him around.
Benny, snoring contentedly, made sure that her young master had only the sweetest of dreams.