Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2007 19:11:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - chapter 17

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"You got a deal, but only if I get to cook what we catch!"  Dominic played
with his good friend.  "You know I will never forget that it was you who
saved my son's marriage, and now I have two grandsons thanks to you!"
Dominic said gratefully.

"Stop that, you don't owe me anything.  We will be there about 5 o'clock."
Ryan stated.

"OK, let me get off the phone to start preparing a special meal - I'll
choose what you eat tonight!"  Dominic said, excited that his good friend
was reviving their long friendship after so many months with no word.
Dominic was overjoyed

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Master and The Mate - by Deepdiver

CHAPTER 17 - Fishy Business

When Ryan and his guests arrived at Dominic's dinner was awaiting them.
Dominic showed them to a small private room.

"In honour of Bill's parents I've prepared a special typical English meal.
Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding with peas and gravy!"  Dominic said.

Everyone's mouth dropped in surprise, but Dominic had studied under some of
the finest European Chefs and was at home with international cuisine.  They
all sat at one large round table.  Ryan sat between Mark and Kyle who sat
next to his dad, Chris.  Chris sat next to Mary with Bill between her and
Richard who was also next to Mark.

Ryan made a toast to friendship and eternal love and everyone raised their
glass of champagne except Mark who had a glass of ginger ale.  Then as the
salad was served, Ryan asked Richard where he worked.

"Actually I receive a pension, but I used to work in the shipyards." He
said proudly.

"You know, my Dad was in ship building too, a plumber's assistant, I
believe."  Ryan said, trying to bond with him.

"My dad can fix just about anything."  Bill said proudly, causing his
father to blush.

"Its true, he usually fixes everything that he breaks!"  said Mary,
bringing a smile to everyone's face and causing Richard to blush furiously.

"So what do you want to be when you're older, Mark" Chris asked.

Mark thought about that for a moment before saying, "I don't know, but I'd
like to be able to fix everything I break too!"  And everyone laughed
harder.  "Maybe a novelist or a story writer?"

"What do you think you'd like to write about?" Mary asked.

"Oh, I dunno.  My teacher says we should write about what we know.  I don't
know about too much.  Maybe I could write about our family."  Mark
answered.  "Sometimes I think I'd like to be a teacher or maybe a
psychologist like Ryan."

"What about you, Bill and Kyle, do you have any plans?"  Richard asked
disingenuously, fishing for what his son might like to do, during an
unguarded moment.

"I think I'd like to own my own schooner and teach sailing," Bill said,
"maybe travel around the world."  Kyle got away without saying anything as
everyone was too interested in Richard's approach to his prodigal son

Dominic was supervising his nephew serving the meal and overheard the
questions and answers.

"What, no one wants to be a chef like me and Anthony?"  He said, struggling
with English grammar. Bill noticed Anthony blush as he cleared the dishes
and also noticed how fit was his slender, swarthy body.

"Dominic, I wish I could cook like you, this meal is superb."  Mary
complimented him.

"See how he cooked this meat to perfection, just like I like it," Richard
said, showing his slice to his wife almost as a reproach, but meant to be a
compliment to Dominic.  "Dominic you can count on our frequent visits."

During the meal the same friendly tone was maintained and slowly everyone
began to relax more and more and enjoy each other's company.  No one put on
airs and Mary was feeling like she'd just acquired five more sons.  At
Mark's insistence, English tradition was broken and Ganolies were served
with coffee before everyone headed home, satisfied and more closely bonded.

                                                            * * *

The next day, precisely at 7 a.m., Detective Dome arrived to interview Mark
as arranged.  Mark, who had been anticipating the 'visit', had risen early
and was sipping coffee on the lower outdoor deck in spite of the nippy
weather.

"Good morning, Mark, I'm Detective Dome.  I'm investigating the death of
your parents.  Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"  The balding
detective, who looked about thirty-five years of age, asked Mark.

"I don't know how I can help you, but I'll try.  Can I get you a cup of
Java?"  Mark responded, trying not to think 'chrome dome' as he scanned the
man standing in front of him.

"Sure, don't mind if I do.  Black with sugar, please."  Dome replied as he
followed Mark down into the galley.  Mark served the cop his mojo and they
both sat there in the galley.

"Can you tell me how your father earned his living?"  The detective asked.

"I don't know much about his work, he was in investments.  His lawyer would
know more about that than me."  Mark answered, wondering what the detective
was leading up to.

"Do you know anyone who would have a reason to kill your parents?"  Dome
continued.

"Not really.  We were very close as a family, did almost everything
together, but we didn't have many friends."  Mark explained.

"You never saw your dad talking with any strange people?"

"No, Sir. But I'm not sure what you mean by strange?"  Mark said
questioningly.

"How often did you go out boating?"  Detective Dome continued, ignoring
Mark's veiled question.

"Just a couple of weekends a month, except in the winter."  Mark said.

"Did you ever meet anyone while offshore?"

"No, Sir, just some fishermen that my dad knew and would buy fresh fish
from."  Mark answered.

"Can you describe their boat?"  The detective became more eager for
information.

"They had a Seacraft speed boat with double outboard motors, with the name
'Mary Jane II', it really moved fast in the water."  Mark told the
detective who was writing down what Mark was saying.

"Did you notice your dad exchanging money with them?"

"Of course! He had to pay for the icebox of fish he bought."

"An icebox of fish?"

"Yeah, you know, like a picnic cooler."

"I see, and did you ever open the ice box or see your dad open it?"

"Naw, dad always took care of moving the fish into the freezer."  Mark
stated matter of factly.

"What did your dad do with the ice box once he'd unpacked it?"  Dome kept
pushing for more information.

"He stowed it away until the next time and then exchanged it for another
with fresh fish."  Mark said, wondering about this event which he had
observed so often that he'd never consciously even thought about it.  "Why
do you think that my parents' death was not an accident?"  Mark asked
nervously.

"We found some evidence in the wreckage and believe your dad was involved
in narco-trafficking.  We suspect that a rival gang may have been
responsible for the explosion aboard your dad's boat."  The officer said,
knowing he was saying too much, but wanting to instill some wariness in the
boy for his own safety.

"Did you ever meet Dr. Ryan or his partner before the incident?" Dome
asked, arousing Mark's suspicions about what the detective meant.

"No, Sir.  I don't believe that he was involved.  He saved my life and
tried to save my parents."  Mark insisted.

"How can you be sure that he wasn't trying to recover something else?"
Dome asked.

"Damn, he jumped into the water and pulled me out!  He only went back in
when I insisted that he forget me and try to save my parents.  You have him
all wrong.  He's the kindest, most loving and most honest man that I have
ever known."  Mark said defending Ryan.

"What about his partner?"  Dome pressed on.

"Kyle, wasn't even around then; there had been a misunderstanding between
them a few days before.  Kyle was home with his dad and didn't know about
the accident until he saw it on the news.  Besides he had just begun
working on this yacht a couple of weeks earlier."  Mark answered calmly,
although he was beginning to get irritable with all the innuendos the
detective was making.

"OK, son, here's my card.  If you remember something else, please call me.
And please don't go off on your own or with anyone you don't know until we
get this matter cleared up."  Dome warned.

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Ryan and Kyle were both awake in their cabin and had heard much of what was
said.  They each felt irritated that they were suspects in the murder of
Mark's parents; but both also felt very proud of the way that Mark had
defended them.

Kyle kissed Ryan just after remarking, "Wow! I'm in bed with the most kind,
and loving and honest man in the world."

Ryan broke the kiss and said "OK, gutter mouth, go brush your teeth before
your morning breath makes me the deadest, honest man in the world."  Once
the detective left, taking Mark to school, and Ryan and Kyle were showered,
Ryan told Kyle what his duties would be during the day.

"First thing I want you to do is install these eye-hooks in the beams of
the ceiling over here about three feet wide and four feet long.  Make sure
they go into the support beam."

"What are they for?"  Kyle enquired

"Never mind now, but call me as soon as you have them installed so I can
test them."  Ryan said, then indicated where Kyle would find a drill and
went to the galley to bring him back some coffee.  When he came back Kyle
was nowhere to be found, but about fifteen minutes later he came back with
a ladder he had borrowed from Kirk.  Ryan studied Kyle's soft hairy legs as
he stood on the ladder.  Forgetting that Kyle had a power tool in his
hands, Ryan reached out and rubbed his lover's furry blond legs.

"Hey, you startled me!  Um that feels so good.  Now I know why you wanted
me up this ladder.  You dirty old man!"

Ryan pinched the hair on Kyle's leg and left to watch CNN while Kyle
concentrated on his task.  It took him a good hour and a half before he'd
done and then he went and told Ryan that the eye- hooks were installed.

Ryan quickly moved toward his cabin, opened his closet and pulled out a
ceiling harness.  "Here, help me connect this to those hooks."  Once the
fasteners were all clicked shut, Ryan and Kyle hung their combined weight
from it to make sure it was secure.

"OK, Kyle, get naked and get up into her!"

"Aye, aye, Sir."

Once Kyle had stripped and managed to relax on the bed, Ryan put wrist and
ankle restraints on him and connected him to the appropriate rings on the
harness.  Now Kyle was totally vulnerable.  Ryan began touching him all
over.  Kyle moaned in delight.  Then Ryan took his riding crop and began
flicking it over Kyle's nipples.  Kyle moaned even louder as he savoured
the sensations of being dominated by the man he worshipped.  When Ryan was
sure that Kyle's nipples were sufficiently sensitive from both the finger
massage and the flicking with the crop he'd administered, he lit a couple
of candles.  He let them burn for a while; then he took one candle and
raised it above Kyle's chest.

"Shit old man, what do you think you're going to do now?  Pretend to be the
Statue of Liberty?"

Ryan smiled with a sadistic grin and a strange leer in his eye as he tilted
the candle allowing the hot wax to drip down on Kyle's sensitive nipple.

"Ow!  Stop, please ... ouch.  Wow this is so hot."  Kyle protested, but his
penis said otherwise.

Then Ryan took the other candle and poured it slowly over the other teat.
Kyle was bouncing in the harness.  He writhed with the slight sharp sting
of each droplet and then spasmed with the pleasure of the feeling of the
cooling wax.

Ryan again exchanged candles and teased Kyle's belly and navel with more
droplets of hot wax.  Kyle was bucking now, trying to loosen his bonds, but
enthralled with the idea of being totally controlled and abused by Ryan.
His eyes opened wide with fear as Ryan again changed candles and was now
moving closer to Kyle's genitals.

"Oh no, not there, please, no!"  He pleaded with Ryan who suddenly stopped,
blew out the candles and went into the bathroom.  When he returned he had a
hair clipper, a straight edge razor and some shaving cream.  He used the
clipper and removed as much of Kyle's pubic hair as he could.

Then he went back into the bathroom and returned with a hot towel which he
applied to Kyle's crotch.  While the warm dampness transferred to Kyle's
skin, Ryan moved over to his mouth and began kissing him.  Their lips
locked and both men were feeling a depth of unity few have ever known.
Then the pain giver broke the kiss and returned to Kyle's crotch.  Kyle's
anxiety levels climbed rapidly as he realized that Ryan was a suspect in a
murder case and was now holding a razor near his genitals.  He felt like
such a fool to have allowed himself to be put into this situation where he
was completely at Ryan's mercy ... which seemed to him very questionable at
the moment.

Ryan massaged the shaving cream into Kyle's crotch.  He covered his
testicles and the space between his balls and his anus.  He then held the
razor high for Kyle to see before removing all the pubic hair which was a
sign of his adulthood.  Ryan manipulated Kyle's penis as he moved the razor
around his crotch quickly and efficiently.

Kyle was not happy to be losing his hair, but enjoyed the sensations of
Ryan's hands as he worked on his crotch area. Ryan finished the shaving
once he'd wiped down Kyle's genital area with the damp towel.  He then
inspected his work and got more excited as he noticed how much bigger
Kyle's penis and testicles appeared now that all of his dark blond hairs
had been removed.

Ryan began fondling his captive lover; manipulating and stimulating his
sexual organs.  Kyle's response was quick and blood throbbed though the
length of his cock.  Ryan then gave his non- resistant partner a very slow
and deep BJ.  Again he had Kyle moaning and squirming with pleasure in the
harness which gave Ryan easy access to his prey and held Kyle restrained
and vunerable.  After Ryan succeeded in stimulating him until he almost
reached the edge, Ryan withdrew and relit the candles.

"Oh, no, not more hot wax, please, noooooooooooooo." Kyle yelled as the
first drops fell just above his penis on the freshly shaved area where his
pubic hair had been the thickest.  Kyle's body moved in a wave-like motion
as he tried to avoid the spikes of heat hitting his skin, followed by the
intense delights of being tortured by his lover.  Ryan came around to his
face and kissed Kyle on his lips.

"Shall I continue?  Or have I reached the limits of your love for me?"
Ryan continued the torture but now more psychologically.

Kyle wanted this to end, but he couldn't bring himself to say that he had
reached the limits of his love for Ryan.  He was torn by indecision.
Finally, wanting to please Ryan, he responded.

"Please be careful!"

Ryan kissed his self-made slave and moved down again between his legs and
held the candle over the head of Kyle's penis and tilted it.  Kyle closed
his eyes, anguished at the thought of hot wax on his sensitive cock head,
and did not see Ryan move his arm so that the drops fell onto his right
thigh.  He was caught by surprise.  Again Ryan had dominated him and shown
him who was in control.

Kyle was writhing as Ryan guided him over the thin line between pleasure
and pain.  Wax fell on the left thigh and Kyle continued to squirm as he
delighted in the pangs of pleasure consuming his body.  Then Ryan changed
candles and let the wax drip over Kyle's cock head and balls.  Kyle could
take no more and went over the edge from which there is no return.  As wax
dripped, his semen shot from his penis and Kyle went into what seemed to be
his longest and most intense orgasm.  His pleasure was beyond what he had
imagined and he knew now that he could never live without Ryan.

Ryan was now covering Kyle's body with a scented body oil.  The cream was
soothing and sensual as Ryan covered every inch of his satiated body.  Kyle
was waiting for Ryan to unsnap his restraints, but then he saw Ryan put a
condom on his own penis.  Ryan moved again between Kyle's's legs and used
his finger to both lubricate and massage his sphincter.  Kyle was again
squirming.  He had no time to recuperate his strength.  Ryan used two
fingers to expand the boy's anus and help him to relax and to accept the
inevitable invasion of his rectum.

Ryan entered Kyle, who accepted him without protest.  He moved ever so
slowly, but Kyle's body heat served to excite him further and his organ
grew still further as he moved deeper into the being of the boy who had
captured his heart.  Inch by inch he penetrated.  Ryan would stop and allow
Kyle to adjust and relax again.  He watched his breathing and when it
slowed he continued his journey deeper into Kyle's private cave.  Soon his
own pubic hair was rubbing the hairless perineum of his lover and he was
now fully connected to the man to whom he willed to be united in bonds that
would never undone.

Slowly he increased his movements, alternating from back and forth, to more
circular intrusions into the beautiful butt hole that led inside Kyle's now
excited body.  Kyle was moving himself in so far as he could in response to
Ryan.  They were doing a dance of love, a sort of tango, both cruel and
dominating, both sensual and rhythmic.  Ryan flailed his hips against Kyle
in a symbolic act of wanting to be fully inside and one with the object of
his love.

"Fuck me deep!  Fuck me hard!  I am yours, Ryan Loud, I love you!"  Kyle
screamed as he came for the second time within minutes.  Ryan felt the
internal pangs of Kyle's orgasm and that was all that was needed to provoke
a simultaneous mutual experience of sexual ecstasy.

Ryan could not stop his body from jerking and from the after tremors
occurring in his body as he felt the most intense spiritual unity with
Kyle's soul.  He dropped over Kyle's body, and began crying as he kissed
the stomach muscles of the Adonis he held captive impaled on his manhood.

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