Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2007 00:27:42 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 7

INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 7

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
the author at carl_mason@comcast.net

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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 7

(Revisiting Chapter 6)

"Now come with me.  I haven't used that speedboat of mine for several
years.  Though it's an older model, it may amuse you."  The boys were
rather walking on air as they trudged down to a small private dock and
boathouse.  That which they found had their eyes out on stalks akin to a
snail's.  That damned speedboat, one of the badest, meanest machines they
had ever seen, had to be 40' long!  When everyone was ready, the Count
settled himself in the cockpit where he flicked the ignition switch and hit
the starters.  Twin V-8s exploded into life with a deafening roar and then
settled into an idle aurally reminiscent of a funny car lined up at a drag
strip's Christmas tree.  "Can she move?" Mike yelled above the roar, in
part trying to be funny.  "Yes, indeed," the Count shouted.  "She'll hit 85
mph in 20 seconds and buzz along at well over 100 mph.  Will that do?"
Their mouths open, their eyes rolling, hanging onto each other lest they
collapse, the boys tried to adjust to a new world.

(Continuing Our Story - Seventeen Unto Eighteen)

With a grin, Mike passed the tray with the cookies to Yevgeny Katunin for
perhaps the fourth time.  (Looking at the Count, he grimaced and mouthed,
"Well, he likes them!)  The boys couldn't believe how comfortable they felt
with the white-haired legend.  From all they could tell, the feeling was
mutual.  Katunin quickly agreed to take them on as private students under
the sponsorship of the Count.  He would live at the castle and work with
them intensely for one month.  Thereafter, they would come into Dubrovnik
several times a week to work at his new school.  Having begun their formal
gymnastics training as thirteen-year-olds, they were poised to benefit from
the attention of a master.  Little did they know how his concern for their
muscle and strength growth would push them to the wall - even after the
months that they had spent in the island and reconditioning programs.  In
any case, nearly every day found them in the castle's small gym in their
kynodesmes.  It showed.  Magnificent physical specimens that they were,
their bodies gradually took on a definition, a polish, that only the skill
of a Katunin could impart.  Invitations to local meets would soon be
followed by invitations to major meets in Split and Zagreb.  During their
seventeenth year, they would take part in the Croatian Gymnastic
Federation's Olympic tryouts.

With the permission of the Count, they traveled by train with Katunin to
the Russian championships in St.  Petersburg.  Yes, the long trip gave them
time for extensive discussions with the gymnastics master, but it also gave
them their first experiences in a major city.  Though gay life in Russia's
second city was still terribly oppressed, they found Russian young people
who welcomed them with open arms and shared everything they had.  They left
with fond memories of the young Russians who had crowded around their naked
bodies at parties after a demonstration of gymnastic skills.  They found
they couldn't handle the vodka, but it was still a great trip!

Home again, they gloried in the deepening relationship with the Count who
swam with them, went boating with them, and exercised with them.  They
especially enjoyed backpacking in the wild and underpopulated mountainous
area immediately inland from the coast that extended north and south
through Croatia.  These were the Dinaric Alps (or Dinaridies), one of the
greatest mountainous complexes of Europe.  Many were the evenings when they
shared simple Balkan foods with wandering herders, got high on the local
plum brandy (Slivovitz), and danced to the wild, whirling music of the
mountains.  Ofttimes, they also got to know the herders' sons after the
oldsters had wrapped themselves in their blankets!

Late in their seventeenth year, Mike became the Croatian and European
champion on the rings, and Larry, the Croatian champion in the floor
exercise.  They raced their sports cars in some of the top events in
Europe.  Their yacht was frequently sighted in the fleshpots of the
Mediterranean and the Aegean.  Mikonos was a particular favorite, in part
because of the large number of wealthy homosexuals who frequented it.  They
did not hide their homosexuality.  (Even more than in the United States,
different rules apply in Europe if you have money and status.)  At home,
where they rarely wore clothes, the Count had no problem asking his two
wards to appear in the nude at events he had for older men, e.g., cards,
hunting parties.  In turn, he did not press them to sex with them other
than when the wanted it, which they (and several of their friends)
did...often.  As they approached eighteen, they were widely regarded as two
of the most handsome, manly - and sexual - young men in all Europe.

(Before the Fall...and the Reconstruction)

During the last spring as it passed into summer, the Count developed
pancreatic cancer and died within a few short months.  Inasmuch as he had
never formally adopted the boys - indeed, the only record available said
that he owned them - the Courts threw out his will and assigned everything
to his family.  (During this confused and tragic period, it also came out
that the Count was wanted in most countries of Europe - other than the
Balkans and Russia, of course - for a long list of crimes, including money
laundering, racketeering, fraud, and the manipulation of foreign
currencies.)  The Count's brother decided that Mike and Larry should be
resold and made arrangements in Amsterdam.


To Be Continued