Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 22:07:47 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Curse of the Father 3

			     A Father's Curse
				 Chapter 3

The yacht basin at Monte Carlo was quite a sight making Jay gulp.

"My God, Mike, there must be a billion dollars' worth of boats here."

Mike laughed, "More like ten billion."

The Leyton's yacht was a beautiful modern 170 foot beast that took Jay's
breath away when he was shown round it. The two of them had the master
suite which was huge.

Sat talking in armchairs in the suite they were disturbed by two stewards
arriving with their luggage. Mike was taken aback a little. Tony and Jerry
had been the stewards for a couple of years and Mike liked them, so who
were these two.

"Where are Tony and Jerry?"

The two new ones shrugged and one replied.

"We don't know them Sir, sorry."

Straight up to see the captain and all was explained.

"I'm sorry Michael, I know you liked those two, but they didn't come back
on board yesterday so this morning I had to go to the agents and get two
immediate replacements. We will replace them as soon as possible because
they are Muslims so serving alcohol will be difficult as will pork."

Mike was disappointed but hoped the new ones when they joined would be as
nice as their predecessors.

The yacht sailed two days later after the boys had shopped till they
dropped. The boys wanted to be in the Greek Islands as soon as possible but
one earlier stop was arranged so that they could spend a couple of days in
Rome.

The day after they sailed, the captain received a message from the agent in
Monte Carlo. The two stewards had been found in a rubbish dumpster when it
was emptied, their throats had been slit. Nothing had been stolen so
robbery was not the reason for their deaths. The captain decided not to
tell Mike and Jay, but did wonder. He asked the agent for in depth
investigation of the two new stewards.

Jay revelled in the luxury of this temporary home and spent hours on the
bridge with the officer of the watch, learning everything he could about
the ship. He also spent many hours every day lying in bed with Mike, making
love.

Rome was a pleasant few days seeing the sights before returning to the ship
and heading south.

The ship passed quite close to Stromboli. At the time, Mike and Jay were on
the quarter deck watching the wake and talking about their plans for the
Greek Islands. They were surprised when the engines stopped and the ship
slowed. From the direction of Stromboli and quite close to the ship they
picked up two high speed launches heading for them. When they closed in and
came alongside, one either side of the quarterdeck, Mike became alarmed and
told Jay they should run for the bridge. They burst into the bridge to find
the two new stewards stood over the captain and the helmsman holding guns
to their heads. Mike and Jay froze in the doorway until one of the stewards
spoke.

"Get down on the floor pigs, with your arms behind your back or I will
shoot the captain."

Both boys did as they were told and soon felt the plastic ties on their
wrists. They were hauled to their feet and stood in a corner of the bridge
for a few minutes until several more men armed and dressed in Arab clothes
entered the bridge.

"Ahmed is destroying the radios, and Mohammed has planted charges on both
engine that will be triggered as soon as we are back in the boats. We can
leave anytime you are ready."

The steward who was obviously in charge turned to the captain.

"We are relieving you of your passengers Captain. All means of
communication have been destroyed. Your engines will be disabled as
well. My master will be in touch with your master in the next few days."

With that, Michael and Jay were herded back down to the quarterdeck and
lowered into one of the boats. They were too shocked to speak and were tied
to secure points on the deck of the boat before coming to their
senses. They both felt very embarrassed as well because they were both only
wearing Speedos.

The steward that they knew as Sharif was in their boat and stood looking at
them as they headed for the island.

"Before my father renders you useless I hope he will let us play with you
for a while. In the meantime you won't need these anymore."

With no more said, he slid a knife from his sleeve and slit the sides of
both boys trunks leaving them naked and exposed. They immediately became
the centre of attention for the men not actively running the boat. They
were stroked and played with until even in their state of terror they both
displayed very hard cocks.

"We will show them real men's cocks when we get them ashore on the island,
hey, Sharif."

Sharif moved forward to take Mike's cock in his hand and stroke it while
looking in his eyes.

"The size won't matter very much because I will ask father to remove the
cocks first to send to his father."

That comment made Mike loose his bladder because it was said with so much
hate in the words. The first of many humiliations followed when he was made
to lick up all his urine.

Jay was in tears but showed his steel.

"I'll kill you for that if I ever get free."

The venom in his voice made Sharif step back for a moment before regaining
his composure and slapping Jay violently across the face.

"Shut up infidel pig or I'll cut your balls off now."

Neither boy said anymore. On landing they were hustled into a van with no
windows and driven onto an airfield before being hustled up the steps of an
aircraft. The aircraft took on just a few more of the abductors before the
doors were closed and it took off.

Michael could tell from the position of the sun that they were flying south
east. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they were heading
into the Middle East and these men were of Arab origin he thought and then
slapped himself in his mind. Sharif was Iranian so presumably they were
going to that country. He then carefully scoped out each man. He guessed
that they were all in their early 20s. Dispassionately he had to admit that
they were all very good looking as well. His next thought was, `why have we
been targeted?' Of course there was no ready answer to that question.

The aircraft flew on for several hours until it started a descent and
finally a long slow turn that afforded Mike a good look out of the
window. He guessed, correctly, that they were turning over the straits of
Hormuz and landing at Bandar Abbas.

They landed and taxied to a remote part of the field before the doors were
opened and the two boys were hustled down the steps and into a waiting
closed sided van again. There were no formalities carried out and the next
stop was a dockside where once again they were secure in an open launch
that sped off with the men still with them that had abducted them.  The
boat trip took some time but eventually they landed on what looked like a
desert island. The place was heavily patrolled by armed guards who watched
as the boat disgorged it's cargo of bodies, all piling into open topped
jeeps. Their final destination, they presumed, was a heavily fortified
compound in which stood one house and round the periphery, what they later
discovered were barracks for the men and store houses. Worst of all, and
not seen by the boys in what was planned for two months, was the complex to
which they would be subjected to the gradual dismemberment of their bodies
until there was just a torso left to send home to John Leyton with even
that mutilated. The other bits of the bodies would have been sent to John
over a period of a year. Of course that didn't happen, the best laid plans
of mice and men, etc.

Abdul Morcas had underestimated his opponent, as he had done at the time
John's Company pulled the rug from under his feet in the first
confrontation.

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