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Master and the Mate
by Deepdiver and Dave L.
(Ed. He did it!)
CHAPTER 28 S
Cut-throat Pirates
By
Ryan was at his PC, writing his memoirs, when he got Skyped by his good friend and editor, Davidson Quietly.
"Hello, Ry. You there?"
"Is this the person I'm speaking to?" Ryan quipped with his cheap imitation of Ernestine from the seventies TV hit, Rowan and Martin's Laugh In which had become his regular greeting and served to give a confirmation to Dave that he was in fact speaking with Ryan. "So, did you sleep well last night, or did you pull another all-nighter?" Ryan enquired of his old friend.
"No, I managed to get to bed around 2 a.m. Look, you know that I'm being knighted, and I was wondering if there was any way that you could come to the UK, to be there during my Investiture I'm allowed two guests at the ceremony and I thought of you and Kyle."
"Wow, that would be such an honour to attend that at Buckingham Palace! What are the dates? And I would love the excuse to bring Kyle to London; it would be so educational for him. Would that be any problem?" Ryan adumbrated his questions.
"Not at all, the more the merrier. The insignia will be bestowed on Wednesday, 31st of October I had hoped you would attend. So much so that I took the liberty of booking you a two-room suite for the Monday through to the Saturday morning the two rooms share a luxury bathroom; one has a King-size bed and the other twin doubles I was hoping you'd bring the boys as my guests as well. It would be such a great pleasure to meet the family."
"Dave, I am so proud of you! And so pleased that you would want us to be a part of this prestigious moment in your life." Ryan said gratefully.
"Nonsense, it wouldn't be any fun at all if my friends weren't there." Dave replied as he and Ryan said their goodbyes.
Ryan immediately went on-line to look for the best deal on tickets and purchased four coach seats on British Airways flight BA0102 from JFK to London, Heathrow. He was so excited; he couldn't wait to tell Kyle and the boys when they got home later in the day.
The time flew past from that conversation with Dave and it was soon far too soon Monday, 29th October. And indeed, as I waited impatiently in the lounge for Kyle and the boys, as I thought that, the Latin tag Tempus fugit popped into my mind, reminding me of Dave [aka the soon to be knighted Sir Davidson Quietly]. Looking again at my watch, I crossed to the stairs and yelled "Kyle, come on, the limo's going to be here any minute!" [OK, so I lied? It was the only realistic way of getting him to get a move on!]
It worked! In less than ten minutes boy, that should qualify as a 'miracle'! Kyle was shepherding Mark and Manny down the stairs, all of them encumbered with suitcases. [I began to worry that I should have hired a mini-van rather than a limo!]. "So, where's the limo?" Kyle scowled at me as he muttered his question.
I smiled sweetly, "Sorry, hun. But you DO take a long while to get ready and I figured a little fib was justified! The limo's due here in less than five minutes, so who knows, if I hadn't fibbed we could have been embarrassedly dashing around like headless chickens in front of our chauffeur!"
Kyle relaxed as he appreciated the underlying truth of my statement and he smiled, reached over and straightened my tie, saying "OK, Ry, you're right and I love you despite it!" and he grinned, leant forward and kissed me. Mark and Manny were stoically and impatiently waiting, and as Kyle kissed me, Mark said "Eww, gross; get a room you guys!" while Manny laughed at Mark's reaction.
This little tableaux was broken up by the ring of the doorbell which Manny hastened to answer breaking into a smile and an exultant "Yes!" as he saw the uniformed chauffeur standing there with the stretch limo standing at the kerb. Our driver helped us with our bags and despite my fears; there was enough room in the boot! [That's what the call the trunk in the UK, you really have to see them walking around in the snow with their feet in their trunks]. Inside the limo Kyle had taken the seat behind but facing the driver while the boys had each flopped on the bench seats that went down the side of the car
one each side so I joined Kyle on the rear seat but the passenger side and nodded my head as the driver lowered the darkened interconnecting panel and said "OK, Sir, JFK International now?" As I nodded an affirmative the panel slid soundlessly closed.
"Wow, look at this!" Manny said as he opened the cabinet below the sliding panel to reveal a flat-screen TV with DVD/VCR as well as a cocktail cabinet. Mark scooted off his seat and crouched in front of the cabinet and said "Can we have a drink Ryan" without looking round. I grinned and said "Sure but NOT alcoholic!" and was amused to note that I'd judged the pause just right: enough for Mark to think he'd pulled it off first before dashing his excited thoughts.
The ride to JFK was uneventful, and the limo must have been well soundproofed, as I realised that we didn't hear any of the usual noises you get in traffic. Arriving at JFK the driver quickly got us a trolley for the bags and loaded them on it for us. I tipped the driver the bill had been pre-paid and we made our way to the British Airways Coach-class check-in where we experienced our first setback [I'll kill Dave when I get to see him later!] The assistant keyed my ticket # and quietly said "I'm sorry, Dr Loud, but that number isn't valid and the seats designated are already occupied!
I lost it, and Kyle was restraining me as I fought to overcome my anger at the ineptitude of 'The World's Favourite Airline' [for so BA like to advertise themselves]. Kyle was winning when there was a tap on my shoulder. I relaxed, fearing the worst [airport security] and turned to see who it was. I was confronted by a uniformed BA official who said "Dr Loud?" to which I nodded my acquiescence and he continued "There seems to be some confusion; I wasn't expecting you quite so soon. You're obviously unaware that your seats have been upgraded to first-class on the direct instructions of our Managing Director; may I escort you and your party to the VIP lounge?" As he said this he'd pointed to our trolley and another uniformed BA employee took charge of it and wheeled it away. I watched it disappear and turned back to the first guy, who held out his hand and said "My name's David Matthews and I was specifically instructed by our MD in person that I was to ensure that you had a trouble-free flight and that I should tell you when introducing myself by name that a name-sake of mine was an old schoolfriend of his." [You know now why I said earlier that I'd kill Dave when I saw him!]
Well, the VIP lounge not to mention VIP-treatment that the MD's interest engendered certainly made the stay in the lounge enjoyable. We literally did nothing except watch the planes coming and going and drink [well, OK, the boys managed to scoff some food, but that's what teens do right?]
Eventually David returned and escorted us down the walkway to the plane and as we entered, he moved to intercept the chief steward and have a brief conversation before they both came over to me and David introduced the steward as Chief Steward Andrew Davenport before holding out his hand and wishing us a pleasant trip. As he left, the chief steward ushered us through to the First Class Lounge and I realised that we had been pre-boarded; Andrew that's what he'd asked us to call him said "We'll be about 30 minutes before everybody's aboard, so is there anything I can get you?" And taking our drink orders he quickly summoned a steward [who equally quickly returned with them]; while he ushered us to our seats. I'm not going to bore you with the details of the rest of the trip: it was a mind-blowing experience: we only had to look mildly bored or unhappy and an attentive steward was by our side enquiring if there was anything we required. Andrew came by several times to check that all was well. And once we'd landed, we were escorted off the plane first and handed over to another BA 'meeter and greeter' who Andrew had a brief conversation with before introducing us; obviously passing on our status!
We were escorted to the Heathrow VIP lounge and in no time our passports were returned to us and we were told that our luggage had been loaded into our limousine and we were shown out to an enclosed VIP area where a large Daimler limousine and uniformed driver were waiting for us. The driver said "Dr Loud Sir Davidson has instructed me to deliver you to your hotel, where he's waiting to join you for Dinner." As he said that I thought 'maybe I'll kill Dave after Dinner!' and once ensconced inside the limousine, we were swiftly whisked away to the hotel.
Arriving at the Novotel Hotel West London all four passengers were highly impressed by its fa‡ade but not nearly so impressed as they were by the welcome they received. The doorman greeted Dr. Ryan by name and welcomed him to London. He then indicated that it would not be necessary to check-in as all had been pre-arranged and he handed Ryan the electronic cards for access to their rooms. A porter saw to their luggage and they went right up to their room. Once they all had a chance to clean up they went down to the Lobby to have dinner with Sir Davidson who had made reservations for dinner at eight.
At table were Dave Davidson, accompanied by his handsome assistant, Bernard, Ryan, Kyle and the two boys Mark and Manny. The dinner was semi-formal which made the two boys feels slightly awkward, but not totally out of place.
"Ryan, I am so honored that you could join us and be a part of this celebration." Davidson said sincerely. "How wonderful it is to meet after all these long years of collaboration."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but I am so grateful that you also welcomed my family." Ryan responded eagerly. "Thank Sir Davidson boys."
"I have been admiring your work that Ryan has shared with me and I wish to personally congratulate you on your knighthood." Kyle said.
"Thanks for having us. I have been studying the history of Western Civilization and it's so cool to be in one of the places where so much of that history actually happened." Said Mark.
"Yeah, thanks for having us, its so much better than getting left behind alone." Manny said.
After a sumptuous dinner, the boys had dessert while the gentlemen shared a brandy. Then it was off to bed early after the exhausting day.
The next day, Ryan treated the boys to breakfast through room service, but they were far too eager to find the swimming pool. It was agreed that everyone would try to meet for lunch. Ryan and Kyle thought they would catch a cab and do some shopping before they began to do the grand-tour.
Manny and Mark changed into their bathing suits, donned the bathrobes provided by the hotel and got into the elevator up to the top floor where the indoor heated pool was located. After a while fooling around together, Manny met a boy of about his own age and they hit it right off and began challenging one another to sit on the bottom of the pool or to try doing backward flips in the shallow end of the pool.
Mark noticed two other boys, both of whom were rather attractive and although one was obviously a Brit, his companion wasn't Mark couldn't place him geographically and this and the fact the boy was a mass of bruises really piqued his curiosity because of his own all too recent beating.
Mark decided to see if he could find out anything about the pair and walked off into the atrium and then returned behind the pair on their loungers, and approaching the 'Brit' said "Hi, I'm Mark; are you staying here as well?"
"Yeah; are you an American?" Justin curiously asked Mark after he [Mark] had managed to casually engage the two boys in conversation.
'Yes, I'm we my brother, Manny and I, are from New York. Are you two from London?" Mark asked thus launching a new international friendship. The three seemed to hit it off really well and Manny had almost completely forgotten about Mark as he played with his new friend [just as Mark had forgotten Manny in his curiosity about the bruised youth].
"No, we're up from the country." Justin replied as he continued to ogle Mark's well-defined pecs.
Mark began to feel that he was being sized-up and he blushed and dropping his gaze was surprised to see the tenting occurring in Justin's loose-fitting swim shorts.
"Hey guys, why don't we go down to our suite and enjoy the wet bar in our room, I'm not feeling so comfortable up here anyway." Juan broke in; noticing Mark's interest in his boyfriend's lower regions.
As the boys headed toward the elevator, Justin turned to Mark and said, "By the way, this is my boyfriend, Juan."
"Glad to meet, Juan, how did you get all those bruises? Were you in an accident?" Mark asked.
"No, we just like to play rough!" Justin said playfully.
As they stepped into the elevator and pushed the third button from the top in the left-hand column in the silver moir‚ pattern lift control panel, Mark commented that it was strange that Juan had all the bruises and Justin had none.
"Actually, I find the bruising more sexy." Mark teased.
Justin hit the 'Emergency stop' button on the elevator control panel and said, "Let's see who is the last to cum?" as he dropped his shorts and displayed his rampant erection.
Justin, recognizing Mark's interest in Juan, tried to distract him by revealing his own interest. As Mark pulled out his well-endowed manhood, taking advantage of the situation of being totally out of his milieu, he leaned into Juan delighting in the feel of his satiny-Latin skin. Justin seeing this interplay reached out and took Mark's cock in his fist and began fondling it to distract Mark from Juan's attractive frame. Juan then lowered his shorts sexily, while moving his hips in a hula fashion, knowing that this would grab Justin's attention. Mark however, became more aroused not by Justin's experienced hand but by Juan's gyrating hips and genitals.
Frustrated by not gaining the full attention of both the other boys, Justin started the elevator and suggested that they dash from the open door to their suite.
As the door of the elevator finally slid open, all three made a mad dash to the suite. Arriving at the door more-or-less together they realized that they had left the pass card to the suite behind in Juan's pants on the floor of the elevator. Justin and Juan turned in tandem and raced back to the elevator, dismayed to see the door swishing closed, exactly as they cannoned into the solidly shut door. Cursing, Justin hastily reached for the 'Call' button, frantically pressing it repeatedly; much to Mark's amusement he was taking his public nudity far more calmly than his new European friends!
Meanwhile, in the lobby, Dame Mary Whitehouse and her guest, Mrs Anita Bryant from Florida, were awaiting an elevator for their penthouse apartment. When the door of the lift opened they were so busy chatting away about the sinking standards of public morality as evidence by such trashy sites on the internet as the swifty.wnk archives and the ticlishstories.orgasm, that they failed to notice the fallen shorts and underwear strewn around the floor of the lift.
When the elevator reached the third floor, and the doors swung open to admit the parties that had [repeatedly, LOL] summoned it they were slightly surprised to be confronted by three gorgeous studs, and thought that a surprise party had been organized in their honor. Imagine their shock as the three naked youths dove to the floor to retrieve their garments and the all important pass card.
Not loosing their cool the threesome wished the ladies a 'good afternoon' and walked prim and proper towards their suite as the ladies bent round the door of the lift in order to savor the sight of the three hairless derriŠres which were receding as the boys approached their room.
Once inside the room, Juan who was already upset with Justin's behavior, went directly to the wet bar and pulled out three miniature Johnny Walker scotches. The boys toasted 'morality in the media' and downed their first of many shots; on the next round, Justin selected three bottles of Gordon's Gin. Mark, not to be outdone, delightedly scoured the bar and settled on three bottles of Bailey's Irish Whisky. Sadly, although the boys consumed another three bottles apiece, they were already fairly legless and so we don't have a detailed listing of what else they consumed!
By the time they had finished their sixth miniature all three were definitely as 'pissed as a newt' as well as 'wide-eyed and legless!' and Justin suggested they take a shower together; and moved first into the en suite bath facilities and regulated the water flow. Mark took advantage of this break in their foreplay to move his fingers gently over Juan's bruises. Juan allowed Mark's caresses hoping to incite Justin and make him jealous. Justin, however, became more jealous of Mark and moved to position himself behind Mark's cute ass and rubbed his penis along Mark's crack. Seeing this provocation, Juan knelt down in front of Mark and began teasing Justin by stimulating Mark's cock with his tongue. Mark threw his head back, unable to believe that one could feel so much pleasure by being serviced by two men. When Juan took Mark's swollen organ into his mouth, Justin became enraged and rammed his cock violently up Mark's butt-hole. Mark by now was reaching heights of passion from Juan's tongue's stimulation of his virgin penis and pain from Justin's rampant erection in his equally virgin ass-hole and he began to hyperventilate as he swung between the two extremes as his partners fought to outdo each other in their quest to arouse each other's feelings for them by abusing the handsome young Yank. As they continued he found his breathing become harder and he desperately cried out for release.
"Please, stop, please," Mark called out as he felt a sudden searing pain in his head [as it later turned out, there was long-standing arterial damage from his beating in the school bathroom]. Justin and Juan however, found his pleas more exciting and responded by stimulating him even more frantically in their attempts to make their 'significant other' insanely jealous. Mark's artery ruptured from the physical exertion and he collapsed as he shot his wad into Juan's hungry mouth causing his arse to tighten viciously around Justin's sore meat forcing him to erupt into violent spasms of pleasure. Mark's falling forward on top of Juan caused him to slip in the shower and Mark's ass's grip on Justin's penis pulled him down on top of both Juan and Mark the 2Js, totally drained by their manic physical exertions fell asleep (exhausted) above and below the deceased victim of their orgiastic encounter.
Up at the pool, Ryan and Kyle quickly found Manny but were unable to locate Mark. Manny said that he last saw him talking to a bronze-skinned youth whose body was covered with bruises and an attractive white stud.
Meanwhile, Dave, wondering why the boys hadn't come round to go to lunch went through the door joining the two rooms of the suite and not seeing anyone he didn't look in the bath! went back into his own room and departed for the lobby, deciding to check with reception to see if the 2Js had left him a message; he had to wait his turn as two obviously gay men were inquiring whether their son had left a message.
Back in Dave's suite's bathroom, Juan began to cum round first as he was experiencing difficulty breathing with the weight of Mark and Justin on top of him. Once he began to struggle to free himself, Justin, feeling the movement also began to waken. They both tried to wake Mark, but got no response. It soon dawned on them both that Mark was not breathing and they both panicked.
"Oh, shit; what the bloody hell are we going to do now?" Justin exclaimed looking to Juan.
"We got to get this body out of here now." Juan said, getting right to the heart of the matter.
"Get dressed while I check the hall." Justin commanded.
Juan was so nervous that he put his underwear on backwards. Justin seeing the maid's cart in the hall nearby, sprinted down the hall naked, but oblivious to it and retrieved it. Once back in the suite he began to dress himself not realizing that in his excitement he'd put on Mark's underwear.
"Help me get him into the cart." Justin ordered as he removed some of the dirty linen from it.
The two struggled trying to lift Mark's lifeless and heavy body over the rim of the cart and down into the sheets. Justin quickly tossed in those he had removed and made sure that the body was fully covered. They then pushed the cart down the hall to the elevator and shoved it inside, only just in time! The elevator was beginning to respond to a call from the penthouse just as they flung themselves out into the corridor.
The two Grande Dames were surprised to find a room-service trolley in the lift as the elevator door opened at the Penthouse level, but being in a hurry for an appointment at a TV studio decided to ignore it and were on their way down, passing the sixth floor, when one of Mark's lifeless hands flopped out of the side of the cart. Consequently, as the elevator stopped at the ground-floor lobby, Ryan, Kyle and Manny who were waiting at the elevator with Dave were shocked to find that when the lift doors swung open they were faced by two society ladies hysterically screaming.
Within minutes of reception calling the Police, Inspector Clouseau arrived on the scene from the nearby Baker Street Police Station. The entire hotel was placed under police supervision; no one was allowed in or out without presenting proper identification.
No one was allowed to enter the elevator until the coroner's department had arrived and could make their report. Clouseau however, was convinced of fowl play because of his acute sence of smell and he was detecting the perfum of cum.
"It is obvious that someone wanted to hide the body, because dead peuple are not usually sent to the laundry." Clouseau noted. "Has anyone turned up missing?" the inspector said into a megaphone as he turned into the rooum.
"Our son" and "My boys" were said simultaneously by Ryan, Kyle and Dave all of whom looked at each other, and Inspector Clouseau's eyes narrowed as he contemplated that three boys were missing, but he only had one body so far. He turned to his assistant and asked, "when does Ferdy come up for parole?"
Further speculation was halted by the arrival of the coroner, Dr. Watson [we presume], and his assistant Quincy. Taking one look at the soiled sheets, Watson said to Quincy "You better call the team from CSI Miami." Quincy looked at him askance as he retorted "Why bother, I'm Quincy, M.D.! and I can tell you right now how the kid bought it."
While Watson and Quincy argued over procedure, Inspector Clouseau was pulling out the sheets from around the body and came across Justin's shorts and as he held them up to see them better, Ryan mistakenly thought that they were Mark's.
"Hey, my boy was wearing those shorts when he disappeared." Ryan said. Manny began to sob and Kyle said, to comfort him, that he should just think about all the toys they would buy him with the insurance money. Ryan patted Kyle affectionately on his shoulder and congratulated him on his expert use of behavior modification.
Meanwhile Inspector Clouseau was sniffing the shorts to determine how fresh the semen stains were as both the 2J's stepped out of the other elevator and walked over to Dave who was observing Clouseau's careful examination of the evidence. Suddenly Manny, seeing the 2Js approaching, pointed at them and yelled: "hey, those are the two that Mark was with."
Clouseau hearing Manny yelling at the 2J's cried "Stope! You two!" Causing Justin and Juan to look nervously around and, shocked to see the raincoat-belted Inspector pointing at them, stoped in their tracks. Dave looked up as he heard Clouseau's shouted command to "Stope!" and looked round to see whom Clouseau was screaming at; he was stunned to see him pointing at his two wards. As Clouseau approached the boys to interrogate them;;; [An in joke there my friends you know who you are!] Dave was in close pursuit.
Meanwhile, Quincy who was still arguing with Dr. Watson, looking down at Mark's body suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning he found himself engulfed between four large bristols (Cockney rhyming slang for the benefit of our Transatlantic cousins: 'Bristols' is short for Bristol City which in CRS=titty) [and as my Yank author would say for our American readers unfamiliar with cockney slang, that's pistols, guys!] two held in breast holsters by Dame Mary Whitehouse and two extended firmly by Anita Bryant's PlayTex sustainer. Eyeing each breast individually, swiveling nervously between the four, Quincy stuttered a greeting. "W W W Why L ll ll ll l adies, ho oo oo w, may I help you?"
"I would recognize those naked cheeks anywhere! We saw them flapping down our hall earlier, and I believe he was with those other two hoodlums." Said the bossomy Dame Mary as Anita chipped in saying, "I'm sure if you organize a line up we would be able to identify the other four cheeks as we have them etched on our minds."
J. Bond, private eye, happened to be passing and drawn like a moth to the flame by the heavy Police presence, insinuated himself past the guards posted to prevent such unwanted appearances and made his arrival on the scene, sticking his index finger into Mark's rectum and then whiffed the goo stuck to his finger and said, "Um, yes, definitely English; East Anglia: give me a moment, yes yes its cumming," then tasting the finger he exultantly said, "Oh yes, most definitely, I've got it, Bury St. Edmunds. I can go even better than that, it's the Mildenhall Estate and he had scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast." As he said this, Justin turned red and collapsed into Juan's arms; and he unfortunately could not hold him and they both sprawled on the floor. Clouseau immediately bent towards the boys and tried to help Juan up when he got a whiff of his breath, exclaiming, "Tic-Tac, York, England. Do you concur Bund?"
"Bond, James Bond." 007 said, ignoring Clouseau, and he then bent over Mark's handsome corpse and passionately kissed the young man as Dame Mary swooned. "Oh, no, you're absolutely off. I read American, straight, New York City, a mid-teen, hadn't cum for three days and was recently given enemas with New York City tap water." Bond very apologetically regretted that he couldn't be more specific. "I really can't be sure of the borough though."
Clouseau then ordered all the males in the hotel lobby to line up and drop their pants so that the moral majority could examine closely the evidence at first hand. Each lady then proceeded to examine each derriŠre closely with almost indecent interest. After five passes they finally agreed that it was Ryan and Kyle's butts that they remembered. Clouseau immediately said to his side-kick "Book 'em, Danno! Murder 1!" and his tall distinguished-looking assistant looked quizzically at his chief but moved to comply.
Meanwhile, Quincy, who was examining the corpse, could find no evidence of an external assault. Bond then suggested taking a sample of his blood and mixing it with a Dry Martini (shaken not stirred) with one small olive. Quincy then asked, "What would that prove."
Bond toasting Quincy said, "absolutely nothing, but it does get you a free drink!" Tasting the Martini, Bond exclaimed, "Oh dear, the poor boy died of a surfeit of pleasure."
To which Clouseau responded, "that is impossibeul since there is no beach near here for miles."
Everyone sneered at this, even the corpse, and Quincy said, "I could have told you that, just from the semen up his ass and the smile on his face!"
With Quincy's words, Justin was coming around and exclaimed, "How did you know?"
Dr. Watson, broke in saying, "Elementary my dear, Elementary its April Fools day! You've been punked!*" [*For the single Brit that has stayed faithfully with us thus far, that would colloquially read as "You've been framed!"; DQ said, nervously looking around in case the corpulent figure of Jeremy Beadle should hove into view!]
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This chapter will self-destruct the day after April Fool's Day and the real next chapter will appear shortly thereafter. Hope you enjoyed our little prank. Sorry we couldn't resist pulling your leg, oops well we thought it was your leg!
To be continued with the correct chapter soon!
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