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Ryan grabbed hold of Dominic and they hugged. "Dominic, thanks, you seem to be always here when I need you, when we need you."
"Ryan, we're friends. Friends do these things and wish they could do more."
"Dominic, I'm sorry; I'm so worried for Mark." Ryan confessed.
"We all are, Ryan, we are all on the same page, as my nephew likes to say."
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Master and The Mate - by Deepdiver
CHAPTER 20 - Answered Prayers
The undercover agent pretended to intensify the current passing through Mark's genitals and Mark continued to pretend it was hurting.
"This is no good, give him an enema, that will flush what we want to know out of him." the boss with the familiar voice said.
The agent was now torn as to what to do. He in no way wanted to hurt Mark. But the idea of forcing an enema into him was exciting him. The boss continued to watch very closely and there was no way that the agent could fake what he was about to do. He tilted the table with Mark tied down on it so his head was much lower and then took a hose from the wall, lubricated the nozzle and then began pushing it into Mark's anus.
"Stop. Ouch. You have no right. No. Please no." Mark protested and begged.
"Tell us what we want to know!" The boss said.
"I don't know anything. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Turn on the water."
Mark felt the invasion of warm water and the horrible pressure as his innards resisted the inflow.
"Oh God, please stop. I can't take any more." Mark screamed.
But they didn't stop, knowing that he could take more. It was only the initial shock of the pressure building up in his intestines that was causing him discomfort. The agent was rubbing Mark's tummy, trying to relax him and help distribute the invading liquid more evenly. Finally they cut the flow off and then swung the table so that he was almost in a standing position.
"Tell us what we want to know and we will release the water."
Mark was agonizing with the impulse to expel the water. But they had left the nozzle in his butt hole and his sphincter was closed tightly around it. He could find no relief and passed out.
When Mark regained consciousness he was alone with the undercover agent who whispered to him: "Tell them that you have it hidden at the marina and I'll try to contact my superiors and have them waiting." He said quietly. Then more loudly, "Tell us what we want to know or we'll turn the tap on again and see how much more you can take!"
"Good idea, dude!" The boss said as he returned, drinking from a beer can, "fill him up some more!"
"No, NO, OK, no more, please! No more, I can't take it!" Mark cried out, genuinely afraid that they would indeed force more water into him, and sounding just as scared as he felt.
"So where's the stuff stashed?" The agent asked in a loud voice.
"We hid it at the marina." Mark sobbed through clenched teeth.
"Where at the marina?" asked the boss.
"I'm really hurting, please take it out and let me go before I pass out!" Mark begged desperately.
The boss looked at the kid's distended belly and then slowly nodded to the undercover cop who bent and pulled the hose out and stepped back quickly as Mark gasped with relief as his sphincter let go.
"OK kid, where at the marina did you stash the stuff. Remember we can soon fill you up again if necessary!" The boss sadistically and returned to the questioning.
"In a locker." Mark feebly answered, still recovering from the unpleasant feelings he'd just experienced.
"Get him dressed and ready!" the boss snapped to the undercover cop. "And remember kid, if you are lying you will be coming back with a few inches less of that long cock." The boss threatened.
"Boss, I need to go take a leak before I get him ready." Said the agent.
"Go ahead, I'll watch him, he ain't going anywhere!" The boss answered.
Once in the john, the undercover agent used his cell phone to text the details to HQ, not wanting to risk being overheard speaking. Now he had to hope that they received the message.
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"Ryan, remember when we were waiting for word of Mark at the hospital?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, but I don't know which is worse. At least there we knew he was getting the best medical treatment available. Now we don't even know if he is dead or alive." Ryan answered choking on his words.
"Ry, do you remember that we promised not to have sex if God would protect him?" Kyle clarified his thoughts.
Ryan nodded positively.
"Let's offer that again." Kyle suggested.
Again Ryan nodded his head, "I love you Kyle for suggesting that. Mark is like the son I never had. I feel like the princess of Egypt who thought that the God of the Nile had granted her wish for a son."
"Moses, taken from the water." Kyle said and they both agreed to sacrifice sex until Mark was safely back with them.
"We will too." Bill and Anthony chimed in, feeling the despair emanating from their friends.
Dominic and his wife opened their eyes wide, staring at Anthony.
"Uncle Dom, Aunt Teresa ... we were going to tell you..." Anthony started to blush furiously as he was speaking "...but we just couldn't find the right moment."
Dominic began nodding his head in an ominously silent way. His eyes switched suddenly from Anthony to Bill, staring deeply into his eyes. His wife grabbed hold of his arm fearing his reaction. Finally he stretched out his arms towards Bill, who felt himself drawn trance-like towards him and then felt Dominic's arms embrace him firmly.
"Welcome to the family!" Dominic said as tears flowed down Bill's cheeks. "If you two can be as happy and good to each other as your aunt Teresa has been to me and as Ryan and Kyle are to one another, I will be very, very happy for you both." Anthony hugged his aunt and then his uncle while Bill hugged Teresa and then both turned to Ryan and Kyle and repeated the "dosey doe."
"Teresa and I will abstain from sex as well!" Dominic declared.
"My prayers have been answered!" Teresa said to everyone's surprise and then after a pregnant pause everyone laughed.
The text message had been received at police headquarters. They decided to put the drugs that they'd recovered from the accident into a locker at the marina and allow the narco traffickers to get away with the stash; but they first put a small microchip into the bag that would allow them to track it. Their chief concern now was for Mark and their agent.
When the car with Mark and the undercover agent in the back seat arrived, the police allowed them to recover the bag of cocaine. The boss opened the bag in the car and tasted the powder to make sure it was what he sought. He then ordered the agent to dump Mark - still half-naked, bound and blindfolded onto the tarmac and they sped off.
The police swarmed out of hiding as soon as the car was out of sight and quickly reached Mark; surrounding him as the accompanying medic quickly wrapped him in a blanket before cutting his bonds and removing the blindfold. Mark stirred anxiously, unsure where he was or what was happening. The medic reassured him and carried out a quick check to make sure he was unharmed. After several minutes the medic turned towards the agent-in-charge and nodded briskly.
The agent turned and waved to the waiting ambulance as he used his radio to report to Lieutenant O'Connor and Detective Dome that Mark had been recovered safely and the hoods had fled with the monitored drug stash. Back at HQ, they watched the beacon navigating the streets; as far as they were concerned, so far all had gone smoothly. They had cars following at a distance via the transmitter and were simply waiting for the car to arrive at the boss's base before they moved in to make arrests.
Lieutenant O'Connor turned away from the flashing beacon and said to Detective Dome: "Well, the kid's your part of the case, so I guess you'd better call his folks with the news."
At Ryan's house, the group had just made their offer of sacrifice; as they prayed the rosary together, the phone rang.
"Dr Loud, here."
"Dr Loud, this is Detective Dome, I'm pleased to be able to report your boy is safe and well and is on his way to you as we speak and I'll be there shortly."
"Yes! Oh thank God! Thank you so much officer. We are in your debt!" Ryan exclaimed, hanging up and turning to the others; "Everyone - they've found Mark and he's safe; they're bringing him home now!" Ryan proclaimed.
Everyone began yelling and clapping; and then they began crying and hugging one another.
"See the Lord was just waiting to see what we would offer out of love!" Ryan said.
"Well, the only thing we offered was to not have sex til Mark was returned. I think we have to do something else to show our thanks." Kyle said.
"Well, you can lash my bottom thirty times!" Ryan said jokingly. Everyone laughed again.
"Done!" Kyle said, surprising everyone. "You heard, you're all my witnesses. Tonight I get to spank Ryan's butt with thirty strokes!"
"And who gets to spank your bottom, Kyle?" Bill asked; and again everyone laughed.
"Well it can't be Ryan, he would enjoy that too much." Kyle said provoking more snickers.
"Tony and I will each give you fifteen strokes." Bill declared and more laughs were heard.
"And who gets to do you two?" Kyle asked, amused.
"I do" Dominic said. "And they won't be no soft love swats either." And the laughter continued.
"And who gets to paddle your bum, uncle?" Tony asked.
"Oh, no. He ain't gonna get no bottom paddled; he's going to make a real sacrifice - he's going to give up sex for two months!" Teresa said, laughing so hard she could hardly speak.
Minutes later, Mark arrived in the ambulance with a police escort, all with sirens blaring. Everyone ran outside to welcome him home.
His friend, Peter Christopher, had seen the procession of vehicles pass his house, and had his dad drive him over and he too came running from his dad's car and ran into Mark's arms.
Ryan quickly took charge: "Hey everybody, let's get inside. Its too cold out here and Mark needs to get washed and dressed." The crowd headed back indoors.
"Detective Dome, you and your officers would be most welcome to join us we have plenty of food inside." Ryan offered.
Dome nodded his head and he and four officers joined them inside.
Ryan got Mark away from the crowd and up into his room. "Are you OK?" Ryan had barely gotten the words out of his mouth and Mark flung himself into Ryan's arms.
"I was so scared. I was more scared than when you rescued me from the water. I thought they were going to kill me. But I kept praying to Jesus to help me. And Jesus sent me an angel. I know now that there is a God and I know that my parents still live. I felt them so close to me. Oh Ryan, thank you for giving me faith."
There was a long hug and then Ryan helped Mark out of his few clothes and into the shower.
"You OK, now?" Ryan asked concerned.
"Ryan, please don't leave me; please help me shower. I feel so dirty." Mark said and began to weep in the shower.
Ryan didn't bother undressing, and stepped into the shower and bathed Mark as if he were a small boy. Strong parental feeling emerged in Ryan as internally he thanked God both for returning Mark safely and for the privilege of bathing him gently like a true son. He washed Mark's face and then kissed his forehead.
"Mark, you know that Kyle is my lover. But I want you to know that I have learned to love you as if you were my own son."
Mark nodded affirmatively. And Ryan scrubbed his neck, shoulders and arms with the face cloth and then down his torso. Ryan put more liquid soap on the cloth and handed it to Mark. Mark cocked his head questioningly.
"Why are you giving me this?" Mark said like a small child.
"So you can wash your privates." Ryan answered.
"I have no privates from my father. Ryan I trust you, please wash away all that filth off me." Mark said and began crying again.
"Sure Mark, sure son." Ryan said, taking back the cloth and very gently but firmly washing his genitals lathering them till there was a thick foam. It was then that he noticed that Mark's pubic hair had been shaved.
"Oh my God, what did they do to my boy?" Ryan said beginning to cry as well.
"I'm ok now. I am with you." Mark said, "My hair will grow back."
Then turning the boy around and washing his ass cheeks and scrubbing his anus firmly Ryan spoke.
"You are a very brave young man, Mark. I don't know if I could have taken what you did."
Mark closed his eyes and recalled his own boyhood and being washed by his dad. The feeling of being clean and loved and protected began to emerge. He took a deep breath and thanked God for his parents whom he knew now were very much alive and for the replacement parents of Ryan and Kyle whom he knew loved him almost as much as his biological parents.
After bathing his legs and feet, Ryan took Mark back to his room and dried him thoroughly.
"Son, you have been through a very bad experience. When you want to talk about it I will listen, but not until you feel you are ready. When people suffer deeply they often want to go backwards to a time that they felt safe and innocent. Its OK Mark. Do what you need to do. We will be here waiting for you. If you want to be a little boy, we will love you as our child. If you are ready to be a man, we will fight with you just like all parents with their teenage children. Just get well, that is all we want for you."
Ryan finished drying Mark's legs and feet. Since he was already on bended knee, he pushed Mark to sit on the edge of his bed and raised one of his legs and gently kissed his foot and then the other.
Mark stared curiously at Ryan.
"Mark, my boy. You are loved! Do you want me to dress you too?"
"No thanks, Dad. I can do that myself." Mark said lovingly. "Thanks for bathing me. I feel so much cleaner now."
Mark's words pierced Ryan's heart. He'd never expected in his lifetime to hear someone call him 'dad' and he thought truly, 'God lets bad things happen to us only because he has some far greater good to give us.'
When Mark came downstairs he went straight over to Kyle and hugged him. He and Kyle stayed in each other's arms a good while; then Bill gathered Mark in a hug.
"Bill, what happened to me was awful. I was so scared, but I want you to know, there is a God. I spoke with Jesus and he gave me an angel to protect me!" Bill listened carefully to Mark's words.
Ryan came down the stairs wearing a robe and carrying a swatch of leather. Without a word, he handed the thick leather belt to Kyle and went over to the back of the sofa, dropped his robe revealing his almost naked body covered only with his boxer shorts and doubled over the couch. Kyle understood what he had to do and gave him five swats on alternating cheeks. Mark tried to intercede and stop Kyle, but Bill and Tony held him back. When Kyle hit the second series of five swats, Ryan groaned after each swat. The police had no idea of what was going on. One was going to intervene, but Dome shook his head from side to side.
Dominic seeing the officers reaction said, "Officers, Dr. Loud is fulfilling his promise to make a sacrificial offering for Mark's safe return. Please don't interfere."
After a short interval Kyle continued. When Ryan straightened up, he had tears flowing down his face. He hadn't realized that Mark was present and when he saw him also crying, he spoke to him.
"Don't cry. It doesn't hurt much and to have you back alive and I would be willing to give so much more." Mark embraced Ryan and they both kissed each other's necks.
One officer whispered to another, "can you believe these fags?"
"You piece of shit! I have not known many straights that know how to sacrifice for love like these guys." The second officer responded and the others nodded in agreement.
Ryan then went back and resumed the position and Kyle began the next series of strokes
The homophobic officer couldn't believe his eyes. He realized that he didn't love anybody enough to do that and nor did anyone love him enough to even accept a few strokes for him.
"Listen everybody. I want to apologise to you all. I considered myself to be a pretty open-minded guy, but I just got a good look at myself in the mirror and didn't like what I saw." The officer then came up to Ryan.
"Sir, would you please do me the honour of allowing me to accept your remaining ten strokes?"
Ryan didn't want to not finish what he had promised. But when he looked into the officer's eyes and then around the room he knew it was the more loving thing to do and allowed the young officer to help him. The officer then dropped his pants and underwear and took the next ten strokes for Ryan. Everyone applauded him as he pulled up his pants. He tried to hide his erection before he turned around.
Kyle next took the position and Bill took the strap from him. When he reached ten strokes, Detective Dome asked for ten and then the other three officers each took ten. Ryan had gotten some Aloe Vera cream and asked Kyle to paint his butt. Then he patted some on Kyle's cheeks and then it became one big spanking and massage party.
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EDITOR'S NOTE: Its no good guys; my friend Deep obviously got emotionally carried away whilst writing this chapter - boy, did I have my work cut out! Talk about 'All at sea!' As a result I've told him that I'm severely limiting his S/M fantasies as it takes too much out of me! DQ
Author's note: Please assign DL to the life boat which is one short of life jackets. LoL
Questions? What is Ryan's favorate movie? What does "WFS" mean?