Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2007 09:09:24 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 9

INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 9

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 9

(Revisiting Chapter 8)

Exiting into the open courtyard, Reynolds suddenly noticed that the boy was
still naked!  "Do you want a pair of shorts, Tommy?" he asked.  Almost
jumping around in his excitement, his genitals swelling slightly, the youth
responded, "I want what you want, Master.  If it be your wish, I will
gladly remain naked as do the other slaves.  It's warm.  I'm comfortable
and proud that I'm the slave of such a Master."  Shaking his head, Eli
surrendered to the force that couldn't be resisted and moved towards the
driver's door.  Noticing that the lad continued to stand at attention by
the car trunk, he asked if anything were wrong.  "No, Master," Tommy
responded.  "It's just that I was told that slaves generally travel in the
trunks of cars when they are not being transported in vans.  Do you wish me
to travel somewhere else, Master?"  Noticing that Eli was pointing directly
at the front passenger door, the boy grinned, leapt excitedly into the
automobile, and was soon headed towards his new life.

(Continuing Our Story - The Call of the Big Mac)

As they drove out of the Port District and into the City Center, Tommy's
head appeared to be on a swivel.  Everything was of interest.  Had he not
been trying...with all of his power...to maintain the demeanor of a proper
slave, he would have been bouncing around in the seat like a ping-pong
ball!  "Not quite eighteen and, one suspects, rather naive," Eli thought,
"but, oh, so delightful."  Suddenly, the boy spotted the Golden Arches
ahead on the right.  Gasping, his valiant battle for self-control flew out
the window!  The words "May this slave ask a question, Master?" forced
their way from his clenched teeth.  "I think you just did, slave, but yes,
proceed," replied the Master, enjoying the game as only an American could.
"Sire, I am somewhat weaker than I had thought.  Perhaps, it is because I
haven't been eating as well at the Center as I promised you I would.  For
that I apologize.  Still, is it at all possible that we might stop..."
(Pause.)  In a worried tone, he added, "...if they have Big Macs in this
country?"  Glancing over at him, Reynolds could see that he was literally
drooling!  Oh, well, after all he had been through, that was surely
understandable.  "Yes, slave, though it will cost you HOURS of extra work
to pay for that collection of fat and carbohydrates!  Do you understand?"
The boy was so overcome that his hand came down squarely on the good
doctor's thigh as he simultaneously went hard as a rock!  "Spectacular!"
his new owner thought.  "He's not only thick, but he's a grower!  Damn!
That's one hunk of meat!"  (Reynolds quickly got off that track when his
mind asked him sarcastically if he were a "closet queer".)  Not able to
resist another quick glance in Tommy's direction, Reynolds could see that
he had turned beet red.  "Nice one," chortled Eli.  "Let's get you some
food before you die - or explode!"  His eyes glued on the small building as
they turned off the boulevard and into the parking lot, Tommy softly
whispered, "Yes-s-s-s-s-s...followed by a hasty, "Thank you, Master!"

Setting the parking brake, Eli gently suggested that his charge relax...and
recover.  "Would you like to don a pair of shorts?" he asked kindly.  The
youth's breathing told the doctor that he was gradually deflating, as well
as regaining his composure after a serious "Big Mac Attack."  After a few
moments, a somewhat embarrassed teen turned to the good doctor.  "Sorry,
Master, that was pretty childish.  If it's all the same to you, I think
I'll pass on the shorts.  Look.  I see five, no six, slaves.  Every one of
them is naked.  I can handle being a slave...as long as it's with you and I
can be a really top one.  To tell the truth, I think I might want to be
your slave even if we were back home!"  Hastily, he changed direction and
added, "Let's play it by the rules, ok?"  "Ok, Tommy, out with you," the
doctor said quietly, ruffling the boy's hair and pushing him out of the
car.

In truth, the stop at the Golden Arches was rather uneventful.  Two of the
slaves and several foreigners ogled him unmercifully.  They didn't speak,
but their eyes and their lips said it all.  When Tommy saw his tray that
held two Big Macs, a large French Fries, a vanilla milkshake, and an apple
pie, however, he paid little further attention to his surroundings.  It
wasn't too long before a very grateful - and a very satisfied - young man
was back on the road with his mentor.

(Settling In)

After passing the University Hospital, they soon entered a gated community
of substantial homes and pulled into the driveway of an impressive town
house.  Gathering his Master's attache case and a small, dirty sack
containing his few personal possessions, Tommy trudged up the stairs and
followed Dr. Reynolds into the house.  He looked around approvingly, but,
remembering his lessons at the Center, said nothing.  "Well, what do you
think, Big Mac?" Grinning and affectionately playing with the boy's
earlobe, Eli finally asked, "Will this do as your home?"  The youngster
smiled and whispered something unintelligible. "Ok, Tommy," Eli continued,
"you're free to wander around while I get a shower.  Then I'll show you
more of the place."  Heading up the stairs, he wasn't aware that the boy
was following him closely.  Completely caught up in his thoughts, he walked
into his bedroom and began stripping.  He didn't really snap out of it
until he heard the shower water splashing in his bathroom.  Hurrying into
the adjoining room, he started in surprise as he saw Tommy standing by the
open door to the shower.  "You didn't have to do that, Big Stuff," he
grunted.  "It's my pleasure, sir," the boy responded.  "I owe you so much!
Come...  The water's hot."  Tweaking the youngster's nose, Eli moved into
the shower - again unaware that Tommy was still right behind him.
Actually, It was only when he felt the boy's hands on his back, rubbing it
with soap and allowing the spray to wash away the suds, that he started
with surprise.  Instinctively, he moaned and raised his arms.  Oh, God, the
kid was lightly massaging his muscles as he washed them.  So good...so
good...  He stiffened slightly as Tommy's fingers dug into his glutes and
again when he worked soap deep into his crack, but finally he simply
relaxed and let the continuing waves of sensation wash over him.  In due
course, the boy moved on to work his thighs and calves.

He again snapped out of his daydreams when the realized that the youngster
had worked his way around to the front of his body and was quietly washing
his torso.  Seemingly only a moment later, he looked down and found the boy
holding his soapy genitals in the palms of both hands and softly
manipulating them.  "You are so beautiful," Tommy moaned as he slowly
slipped to his knees.  He was hard erect; his mouth, wide open.  Though
nearly mesmerized by the sharp spray of the water, the steam, the heat, and
the youthful beauty of the lad kneeling expectantly at his feet, Reynolds
managed to bend down and get his hands under the arm pits of the muscular
lad.  Lifting him to his feet, he embraced the boy and whispered, "You ok,
Tiger?"  "Yes, sir.  Sorry..." he said rapidly, recovering his poise
quickly.  "I guess I was just a little more played out than I thought I
was.  Real dizzy...  I'll be ok in just a minute."  Holding onto Tommy with
one muscular arm, Eli managed to turn the water off, open the shower door,
and help him out onto the tile floor.  Sitting on the throne, he gently
dried the boy who stood rather unsteadily in front of him.  When most of
the water was gone, he picked the boy up in his arms and carried him into
his bedroom.  Pulling the bedcovers back with a jerk, he lay the lad down
and climbed in behind him.  For a brief moment, knowing that he had to do
his duty and rouse himself, Tommy slightly resisted the heavy arm that was
resting across his back.  Just as he sensed that his damp hair, neck, and
muscular shoulders were being lightly kissed, however, everything went
dark.

The boy awoke somewhat later...alone...aware that much of the daylight was
gone.  He looked across the dimly lit room to see Eli standing at a
curtained window...nude...  looking down at the street.  He sensed
rejection.  Too far...too fast...  Would he never learn?  Somewhat noisily
he tumbled out of bed.  From his knees he called out: "Master, I am so very
sorry.  Will you forgive your slave?  Everything that I am is in debt to
you.  I shall endeavor to do better...to be stronger."  "There is nothing
to forgive, Tommy.  I, too, had an 'off moment'.  Go on downstairs and find
yourself a soft drink in the fridge," Eli responded.  "I'll be down in a
few minutes and show you around the house."  His heart breaking, the boy
scurried out of the room and down the stairs.  In the darkened kitchen, he
sat on the floor, his back against the wall, clutching his Coke.  He stood
when Eli came downstairs and turned on the light.  Following a brief tour,
his Master fixed him a nice sandwich.  While he was eating, Eli went back
into his office and sat at the word processor.  Tommy could see that he
checked his e-mail and, apparently, even tried to work on a manuscript.
Finally, appearing to be frustrated, he went into the den, turned on the
TV, and slumped down on a long couch.

After a while, the boy asked him if he would like something to drink, but
the man waved him away.  As he had been instructed at the slave center, he
knelt quietly on the floor out of the way until he heard Eli's voice,
calling him.  In accord with Eli's gestures, he lay down on the couch, his
head in his Master's lap.  As the evening progressed, his Master's fingers
occasionally toyed with his hair, stroked his shoulders and back, and even
reached down to touch the heavy balls that were visible between his legs.
He said nothing beyond mouthing a few grunts.  Finally, he stood and said
that he was going to bed.  The boy could stay up as long as he wished and,
after turning off all lights and appliances, might sleep wherever he
desired.  It had been a long day, a day that had been...trying for both of
them.  In the morning, he would ask the boy to prepare coffee and after
breakfast, give him further instructions.  Saying good night, he strode up
the stairs.  "Why was it that the Master had resisted his sexual
overtures?" the disconsolate boy asked himself.  "They were but gestures of
love and respect."

Suddenly awakening, Tommy was simultaneously aware of the first signs of
dawn showing through the window, of movement in the Master's bed, and of
his shivering.  During the night, he had obviously thrown off the thin robe
with which he had covered himself.  Then he heard light coughing and
suddenly felt heavy pressure on two parts of his body, the small of his
back and the back of a thigh.  With a wild curse, a naked figure pitched
off the bed and crashed onto the floor near him.  Emitting a shrill keening
wail, the boy backed off, pressing hard into the side of the bed.  "You!"
the voice snapped.  "Stay right here until I return!"  Scrambling to his
feet, the figure did a fast limp into the next room, slamming the door
behind him.  Within a very short time, the man returned and knelt beside
him.  "You slept here on the floor all night?" Eli asked.  "Yes, Master,"
the boy replied, fear creeping into his voice.  "Why?" his Master almost
barked.  "I wanted to be as close to you as you would allow, sire" the boy
whispered, tears beginning to make their way down his cheeks.  Without
uttering another word, Eli leapt back into bed, lifted the covers on the
boy's side, and grunted, "In!"  Feeling the warmth of the man's heavy arm
holding him close and lips upon the back of his neck, Tommy fell back to
sleep almost as quickly as he had awakened.

Morning light filled the room when Tommy awoke a second time...warm,
secure, feeling Eli's morning hard-on pushing against his buttocks.
Snickering, he wiggled his hips until the erection began to push into his
crack.  "You gotta be awake, Big Stuff!" Eli chortled.  "Yeah," giggled the
boy, turning over, laying his head against his Master's chest, and pressing
close as he felt pure joy spreading throughout his body.  He had so many
ideas that he waned to try out!  "Slow it down," his mind counseled.
"Anyone can make a mistake.  Just don't make the same mistake twice!"  His
Master's gentle voice continued.  "Let's go downstairs and get some
breakfast.  Then we can talk.  Before we do, however, can we agree that
yesterday just didn't work out like either of us hoped it would, but we're
just going to start over?  I think both of us were just too tired...too
keyed up.  No fault either way, ok?"  "Yeppers," Tommy repeated, "No fault
either way."  With that he hugged Eli as hard as his young muscled arms
would allow and jumped out of bed into the relatively cool air.  "Yikes!"
he squeaked and headed quickly for the bathroom.

The remainder of the day went well.  The boy came to know the town house
and its contents like the back of his hand.  (He also knew that there was a
country home out at the shore and had been promised a weekend on the beach
in the near future.)  Tommy had let it be known that he wanted to continue
with his exercises and delighted in the suggestion that an extra room be
turned into a gym.  Phone calls assured them that a few necessary changes
and equipment would be available within the week.  Another phone call
established that the instructor at the slave center would be made available
to him, at home, as soon as the gym had been completed.

During the early afternoon, Dr.  Reynolds announced that he had to stop by
his office.  The Assistant Chair could not long handle all the extra duties
that had been coming his way since the boy arrived.  Tommy was on his best
behavior.  Although he fervently hoped the good doctor would invite him to
accompany him, he remained silent until Eli looked inquiringly in his
direction.  (Then there was an enthusiastic teenaged reaction!)  Following
a quick shower, the boy was again riding beside his hero back in the
direction of the hospital.  For his part, Eli saw no need to delay
introducing the young man to his immediate staff.  He realized that word
would have gotten around that the Sheikh had given him the gift of a young,
attractive slave who was now ensconced in his home.  Behaving "normally"
would go far to minimize unwanted gossip, although in a university setting
he realized fully that it could never be completely eliminated.
Fortunately, he wasn't worried about the question of nudity, for the boy
was his protege, and slaves were always present throughout the institution.
Indeed, many (if not most) of the hospital's functions could not be
continued without them!

Dr. Reynolds needn't have worried about anything!  Tommy absolutely charmed
the socks off of everyone he met - from colleagues, to interns and other
professional staff, to secretaries, to the few students whom they came
across, to custodians.  Obviously, Reynolds thought, the boy must be
completely comfortable in formal adult settings.  Haley Mills, the
Assistant Chair, actually took him aside, stood close, and gasped, "For
God's sake, Eli, I've been in countless museums throughout the world, I'm
given to the statuary of every age, and I KNOW I've never seen anything as
beautiful as THAT!  The Sheikh has honored you in a very special way."
Reynolds smiled, agreeing that the honor was a wondrous surprise.  He went
no further, for Doctor Mills could be just a little fey and it just didn't
do to give him much of an opening.  A personable young intern and one of
the most comely secretaries volunteered to give the boy short tours of the
hospital while the Chief caught up on some of his work.

Evidently, it was a most successful afternoon - or so it seemed from the
lad's galloping comments on the way home.  According to him, absolutely no
one had treated him like a "thing."  (After the way he had been treated in
the slave center during his first stay, he found that almost unbelievable.
("Why did he have to remember THAT?" the physician thought.  Reynolds did
suggest that he consider WHOSE slave he was, which brought a wry grin to
the youth's lips.)  He was also taken with the fact that no citizen of the
Sheikhdom went without the finest medical care available.  We could learn
something from these people, the lad mused.  His parents had been of the
"lower upper" class, and he had relatives who had been less well treated in
both public and private hospitals in the States.  "Did you enjoy a little
close contact in the record vaults?" the good doctor grinned.  "Oh, yeah!"
replied Tommy, his golden hair blowing in the open convertible, though you
might be surprised with whom!"  "I doubt that," replied his mentor with a
downright lecherous leer.  "I doubt that strongly."  When he had stopped
laughing, Tommy added that "this nudity thing" wasn't ALL bad.  "Yeah!"
Reynolds responded, glorying in the warmth of the lad's body as he lightly
stroked his muscled thigh.  The early dinner at a Thai restaurant rather
cleared out Tommy's sinuses, but he was still in great form by the time
they returned to the town house.

As the boy handed the Master a cup of fine Turkish coffee, he commented
that he had done some "erotic dancing" in his "former life" and wondered if
his Master would enjoy a little entertainment.  What followed was probably
the most erotic event in Reynolds' experience.  The young man drove him mad
as he worked his way in and out of a scrap of white cloth borrowed from the
kitchen; he showed off his muscles in a series of martial arts moves; his
body expressed the gamut of movements and expressions experienced in sex;
he artistically brought himself to a crashing orgasm that spewed cum in
every direction.  At its close, Reynolds tore off his clothes and danced in
the nude with Tommy for the better part of two hours.  When they finished,
Eli held the boy tightly in his arms, sniffing and licking his body until
the lad came again...spontaneously.  What an evening!

Tommy had learned that morning that he had a "bedroom of record" or
"official bedroom" that was his to do as he pleased.  The youth's mentor
left no doubt, however, as to where he hoped he slept!  When it was time
for bed this second night, for instance, Eli simply lifted the boy onto his
shoulders and carried him upstairs in a fireman's carry.  The unique
youngster never slept anywhere else - even though he and his hero did not
make love for two more months.


To Be Continued