Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2007 23:29:46 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 5

INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 5

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "Indomitable Spirit" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.  As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold
gradually.  Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 5

(Revisiting Chapter 4)

Having just concluded a rigorous workout in the gymnasium, the boys were
lounging on the terrace that overlooked the water.  Suddenly, there was a
knock on the frame of the double door in back of them.  A young attendant
appeared and asked them to report to the Director.  As they entered, the
Director was still entering some numbers into his PC.

As they arrived, he nodded for them to take seats.  "I have the feeling
that you boys would like to get back to work," the Director finally
remarked as he put his notes away.  "Well, it's time.  The Board has
approved the sale of your contract to a German Count who lives on Croatia's
Dalmatian Coast. We trust that it will prove a much happier match than your
previous assignment in Indonesia.  The Board cleared you of any culpability
in that unhappy situation, by the way."  They would leave the United States
just weeks after the midpoint of Mike's sixteenth year.

(Continuing Our Story - Count Matija [Matthew])

Unlike their earlier experience, Mike and Larry, the two sixteen-year-olds,
awoke not bound tightly in a box, but laid out on a comfortable bed, their
bonds removed.  Mike had just reached over to caress his friend's face when
he heard a deep voice coming from somewhere in the darkened room: "You are
awake, my young ones.  Come, awaken fully, shower, and follow my servant's
directions to where I shall be awaiting you."  Mike felt warm lips softly
touch his forehead, caught just a whiff of an unfamiliar cologne, and
realized that whoever had welcomed him had departed.  Quickly, he helped
his still groggy companion to stand, got them both to the shower, and
dialed up some good hot water.  Still partially supporting Larry, he
reached for the shower bar and began lathering his love's chest.  That
scent again...  After several minutes labor he reluctantly turned the water
off and opened the glass door.  Startled, he almost jumped backwards.  A
smiling servant had been standing outside the compartment, a large, warmed
towel in his hands.  On the second try, he accepted the towel and began
drying himself.  Noticing that the servant had begun to dry Larry, he
smiled and offered his thanks.  The powerful man, dressed simply but
distinctively in a servant's livery, said, "No thanks are necessary, young
Michael.  You are welcome in this house.  Come, I shall show you to the
Master's quarters."  The towels were left in the bathroom.

Following the servant through a labyrinth of passageways in what they
supposed to be the castle of the man who had bought them, the boys' heads
seemed to be on swivels.  On every side, they noted the statues, the rich
carpets, the paintings, and the other decorations of the magnificent
medieval building.  After what seemed to be an eternity, they reached a
heavy, wooden door.  The servant knocked, led them inside, and immediately
dropped to his knees and touched his forehead to the stone floor.  The boys
quickly dropped into the same position.  Awaiting his Master's voice, he
said simply, "Your new possessions, sire."  "Yes, thank you, Ahmed," the
deep voice that Mike had heard earlier in their room, said.  "You may go."

"Stand, boys, and let me see you," the voice commanded.  "The hour is very
early here on the Adriatic, but I have managed to have some breakfast
prepared.  I shall take another cup of coffee while you enjoy your food."
The boys rose and made their way to a table at the end of the room.  An
imposing and very handsome figure dressed informally in slacks and shirt
sat comfortably in a intricately carved wooden chair.  The boys guessed
that he was probably in his earlier 40s.  "Yes, I'm 43," he said, with a
twinkle in his eye as if he had snatched the thought out of the air.
"Come, we can talk later.  Your breakfast will grow cold."  Mike and Larry
proceeded to enjoy a light but very tasty breakfast of eggs, meat, and a
kind of cooked grain.  "You enjoyed it?" the Master said with a quiet
laugh, as the last grain, the last forkful of egg, and the very last
swallow of coffee disappeared.  "Yes, sire, and thank you," Mike replied,
"although I don't think I have ever had coffee exactly like that."  "Ah,
yes," the Master murmured..."the turska kava [Turkish coffee].  I shall
have Emil show you how it is made one of these mornings."

Looking at them intently, the man said authoritatively, "The videotape did
you an injustice.  You are unbelievably beautiful...exquisite.  I also
realize that you are intelligent as well.  Welcome to my home.  You are
naturally curious as to what your place in the household will be."  "Yes,
sire," replied Larry.  "Know that I shall give you instructions in due
course," the Count replied, "but for now, let us simply get to know each
other.  Larry, come here beside me."  As the classic, dark-haired, young
athlete moved closer, the Count murmured, "Beautiful...  So very
beautiful..." With that, he rose and softly ran his hands over Larry's
muscled shoulders.  Pausing, he kissed the side of his face.  Larry moaned
softly and whispered, "Yes..."  "Soon, mein schoenes Kind [my beautiful
child], soon," he whispered into the boy's ear.  His hands continued to
explore the treasure.  Kneeling behind the lad, his cupped hands held the
boy's buttocks as if receiving an offering from the gods.  Reverently
kissing them, he whirled the youngster around and cupped his proud
genitals.  It took two hands to hold the smooth, tanned flesh.  Putting a
hand underneath Larry's long scrotum, he lifted the heavy balls to his lips
and teased them with his tongue.  Smiling up at the lad, who grinned
hungrily in return, his lips sought the thick cock that was fast
stiffening.  Setting his lips, he completed the job of retracting the
foreskin from his glans which flushed soft and moist in the early morning
light.  "Beautiful," he murmured.

"Michael, come over on my other side," he suddenly commanded.  "Remove my
shirt."  As Mike silently complied with the Master's wishes, their host
bathed his shoulders and then his chest with quick kisses, finally taking
the muscular torso into his arms.  Feeling the boy's sudden erection, he
asked, "You will do exactly as I bid you?"  "Yes, sir...on my life... the
lad whispered in response."  "And you, Larry?" he whispered turning his
head.  "Yes, sire, on my life."  Placing Larry's hand in Mike's, he said,
"Very well, but know that the pathway to my heart, upon which you have
already entered, lies through full obedience.  You must demonstrate that
you are ready to do my bidding before you can enjoy the fruits of a
different life.  Michael, Larry, give yourselves to each other.  Show me
how love and sex differ.  Show me how you missed each other while on the
island.  Show me how you intend to place the power of your bodies and your
hearts in my hands."

On the thick Persian carpet in front of the Master, the sweat of their
bodies gleaming in the flickering light from the fireplace, Mike and Larry
gave themselves to each other in one of the most glorious and powerful
displays of pure love that the Count had ever witnessed.  As Michael held
the still groggy boy in his arms at the end, Count Matija said simply,
"Thank you, my Michael.  We shall meet again later today.  In the meantime,
the two of you need to consider a momentous decision that faces you.

It would be possible to have a good life as passive, albeit respected and
even loved, slaves in this house.  It would ALSO be possible, however, to
have a far different relationship with me.  Much depends on your
courage...and your love.  To what degree will you actively put my needs and
preferences above all others in your lives?  To what degree will you
courageously seek out my needs in order that they might be satisfied?  To
what degree will you bestow your complete love and trust on me at THIS
point in our relationship, that is, before you really know me? Until
later...."  With that he strode down to the boys, kissed Mike on top of his
head, and left the room.  The boys soon followed.

(The Decision)

Somewhat to Mike's surprise, Larry was strongly in favor of taking a chance
on the Count.  After all, Mike thought, Larry had always been the
conservative one, the one who had to look carefully before jumping into the
water...or crossing a street...or most anything else!  "It's like Coach
said," the brown-haired one argued vigorously. "In this life, opportunities
come along.  You can opt for life with all of its uncertainties - or you
can opt for the certainties of death."  "It still seems like a pretty wild
leap to me," Mike growled.  (To some extent, he was playing the "devil's
advocate," for he really thought Larry was correct.)  "That's why we can
take such a leap!" Larry sputtered.  "We're human beings.  If it doesn't
work out, we can make another choice, correct our course, and learn from
the experience.  We don't need some 'infallible authority' [an authority
that can't be wrong] telling us that we can't make a mistake by taking this
course or that course."  "Yeah so," Mike muttered.  "What does 'taking a
chance on the Count' mean?"  "Well, for beginners," Larry replied, "it
means doing what he tells us to do...but with a difference."  "With a
difference?" Mike asked.  "Yeah, we don't do something because we are TOLD
to do it, but because we WANT to do it...we CHOOSE to do it.  And we are
always looking for ways to make it even better.  It's not enough just to
take the ten steps that we're commanded to take.  'With a difference' also
means that we don't simply obey, however positively.  We're always asking
if this is getting us where we want to be.  Coach said we make the decision
'reflectively'.  Positively and reflectively, huh?"

"Maybe," Mike grunted, "but here's another problem for you, my philosopher
friend.  The Count has asked for our COMPLETE love and trust.  How in hell
can I give him my 'complete' love and trust when YOU have it?"  For a
moment, a scuffle broke out on top of the bed, but eventually Larry was
able to answer.  "Wrong way of looking at love, bozo.  If heavily used, it
doesn't just run out.  It's more like a muscle.  The more you use
it...exercise it...the more of it's to use!"  "Prove that to me, bozo,"
Mike growled, taking one of his pal's nips in his mouth and nibbling and
sucking vigorously.  (So...  Another scuffle, but that's young love for
you! <grin>)

When the boys solemnly told the Count that they wanted to put their
complete love and trust in his hands, he simply smiled, grunted, and turned
to business matters!  "Ok, my boys, the diet control and the ban on
clothing stay...for the time being.  That means that you can't simply go
into any part of the castle without checking on its use, but that's not too
heavy a burden.  As a scheduling matter, I'd like to 'take care of me' each
morning when I awaken.  In the late afternoon, I'd enjoy an oil massage.
As erotic as you care to make it," he added with a lecherous grin.  "At
dinner time, I enjoy beauty - and there's nothing in my life as beautiful
as you!  You will find pedestals in the dining room where I would have you
serve as 'living statues' during the dinner hour.  On Thursday night, I am
entertaining four old friends for cards.  If you will provide the
'entertainment'?  And, oh, yes, I would have you continue to use the
depilatory.  After a year and a half, your hair is growing back pretty
weakly when and where it does grow back.  I scarcely see any on you, Mike."
Placing his hand under Larry's scrotum, he noted that there was still a
little rather anemic dark fuzz there, as well as on his calves.  "Just
remember, if it's below the eyes, it goes!  That's it for today, my boys."

Grinning slyly at the two youngsters, he added, "Do you possibly want to
reconsider your decision, gentlemen?  It's still possible."  "Nah," they
growled in imitation of American gangsters.  "You're the man!"  Laughing,
arms around each other, they headed for the Olympic-sized pool that began
in one large sports room and extended out into the gardens.  A dome could
be quickly deployed over the outdoor section when inclement weather
demanded.

(Aftermath)

They could have begun the next day, but that's not the way they had decided
to play it.  That afternoon they gave the Count an erotic massage to end
all erotic massages.  The warm oil went everywhere!  In truth, it ended up
more as a three-way orgy in which it was difficult to distinguish exactly
who was kissing and being kissed, touching and being touched, licking and
being licked and, in time, thrusting and being thrust into.

Much the same held truth for the dinner hour.  A few minutes before eight,
the boys only had to lightly buff their oiled bodies for them to glow
softly.  Stealing down to the dining room, they found the two pedestals
surmounted by thin glass domes.  Pushing an outside button cause a doorway
to open, a light (a pale, almost iridescent light that softly pulsed
through several colors) to switch on, and air conditioning to begin
operating.  As the formally dressed Count entered the dining room and the
string quartet began to play, they entered the domes and tried to hold
attractive poses.  After coffee, he strode over towards the pedestals and
motioned for them to push the inside button (which turned everything off
and opened the door).  Taking the boys into his arms, he kissed them both
on the forehead and thanked them profusely.  Had Mike not developed a
mammoth erection, all would have gone perfectly.  Looking down on the
memorable sight, the Count snickered and said, "Well, we may have to find a
little saltpeter for you - or work off your passions in some other way!"
With that he moved off to the library where he took his evening coffee.
Mike talked the waiter into giving him the coffee, moved into the library,
and set the coffee cup down on a side table.  He then proceeded to drop
into the Count's lap!  Well, what are you going to do when you've got
nearly 165 some odd lbs. of prime naked teenager in your arms, who's
obviously amorous, and who's hard as a rock?  (Seeking the "other way," the
Count did his duty!)


To Be Continued