Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:32:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - 19
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Ryan decided to bring the meeting to a close before things got
out of hand again, fearing he might need too much more time
and energy to pull them back to order.
Pastor Hasselworth congratulated Ryan sincerely on what he
thought was a good therapeutic session in spite of the fact that
he didn't get to present his scriptural quotes that he felt would
definitively settle the gay question, but he had the next session
to look forward to.
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Master and The Mate - by Deepdiver
CHAPTER 19 - Pirated
A couple of days after the first counselling session, Mark was
coming out of the school gates when a man of about 35 years
of aged called to him.
"Hey, you're Mark, the Bennings' kid, aren't you?" The
stranger asked. "I recognized you from seeing you on
televison during their funeral. That was a real shame what
happened to your parents."
"Yeah, I'm Mark. Thanks." Mark replied as he continued to
walk towards his group of friends.
"Hey, man, wait up. I was wondering if you recovered any of
your things off the boat?" The man asked.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Mark asked, beginning to feel
irritated by this stranger.
"You know what I mean. Was the ice chest recovered? It
could mean a lot of money for you." The stranger said with a
strange tone in his voice.
Mark began to feel very uncomfortable and decided to pass by
his friends and headed straight to the school bus. The
implications of what the stranger had said and the questions
Detective Dome had raised were now flooding through his
brain. He needed to be alone and to rethink recent events;
Mark barely greeted his friends as he passed them and
headed home leaving the stranger well behind.
Boarding the school bus, Mark sat next to Peter who was
waiting for him in their regular seats. Mark said little on the trip
home, getting off the bus as usual about a block from Ryan's
new house - he'd sold his apartment soon after adopting Mark
because there wasn't enough room and bought a large house
not far from the marina for convenience.
Mark stopped after the bus pulled away, wondering whether to
go home or make for the marina and the 'Gardie'. He was still
undecided when suddenly a Ford Econovan screeched to a
halt beside him on the street. The two side doors were flung
open and two men jumped out and grabbed him, dragging him
back through the open doors and pushing him to the floor. One
of the men held a moist cloth over his nose while the other
closed the doors. Everything in Mark's world went dark quickly.
Mark came round slowly, feeling queasy and dimly realizing
that he couldn't move. As his senses returned gradually he
realized that he was tied down to a wooden table - naked
except for his underwear. As he became fully conscious he
suddenly thought that he had no idea of where he was and
started desperately looking round. Someone had obviously
been watching him, and seeing him look round they quickly
placed a blindfold over his eyes. He tried to resist, but bound
as he was, he could barely move his head and he was easily
subdued.
"Where's the ice chest?" A voice asked him, reminding him of
the stranger who had spoken to him as he left school.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!" Mark
insisted.
"You're in no position to give orders. Now you just lied to me.
You do know what I'm talking about and you are going to tell me
where it is. You can tell me now and we will let you go, or you
can tell me later, after you suffer a great deal of pain. Now
which is it going to be?" The stranger said sadistically.
Mark felt the man's hands on his pec as he grabbed his teat
with two fingers and began to pinch the vulnerable boy.
"Oughhhhhhhhhhh. Stop it let me go! You have no right. I
don't know. Everything went down with the boat." Mark
pleaded.
* *
*
No one thought anything when Mark didn't come straight home
from school; both Ryan and Kyle thought he had gone over to
Peter Christopher's house to study together. When he wasn't
back for dinner, they began to wonder why he hadn't called to
say he'd be late, just as the phone rang. It was Peter, wanting
to talk to Mark. Discovering that they'd both come home on the
bus together and that Mark had gotten off the bus at his usual
drop just a block from the house, Kyle immediately went to
check Mark's room.
Once Ryan and Kyle realized that Mark was missing again they
searched for Detective Dome's card and called him. While
they waited for the police, they called Bill to make sure that
Mark had not gone to the 'Mon Cheri.' They also had Bill call
his parents on the outside chance he had gone back over to
their place.
Within a half hour there was a patrol car at Peter's house with
an officer interviewing him and Dome himself arrived at Ryan
and Kyle's new house.
"Thank God you finally got here." Ryan said greeting the
detective.
"Nice digs, this place must have set you back a good bit." The
detective said innuendoes dripping from his voice.
"Well, actually, I had to sell my condominium in Manhattan in
order to pay for this - along with the inheritance from my
brother." Ryan explained, trying to quell the officer's
suspicions.
Once they'd explained to him that Mark had gotten off the bus
within a block of the house, the detective called in more units
and they began to search the area and to interview the
neighbours to see if anyone had seen anything. Peter called
to say that he'd spoken to a few of their classmates and that
they had seen a stranger talking to Mark outside school and
that Mark had seemed upset, nearly ignoring them and just
getting on the bus.
Later an officer came in and reported to the detective that an
elderly neighbour who lived down the block had seen a white
van screech to a halt and then speed off. Since she lived on
the other side of the street she hadn't seen the scuffle.
However the police went to where she had seen the van stop
and were able to get some tire prints as well as confirm that the
grass that lined the space between the curb and the sidewalk
was showing evidence of a possible scuffle. The police called
in forensics and they went over the area and scrutinized every
square inch in the hope of finding some evidence or clues.
* *
*
Mark was still quivering after having his pecs tweaked roughly
when he heard the familiar voice he thought of as the 'stranger
from school speak to someone else.
"Get him ready and call me if he says anything."
"Fine." The second unfamiliar voice said.
Mark heard the footsteps of someone leaving the room.
As the footsteps faded in the distance, the unfamiliar voice
said "Listen kid. I'm an undercover cop, I need you to just
relax. I won't let them hurt you. I don't want to blow my cover,
so just play along with me and take your cues from me, OK?".
Mark then felt the man using scissors to cut away his
underwear. He immediately tensed.
"I am going to put pads on your genitals and then connect them
to a 'TENS machine', so if you know anything, you had better
speak up now." The voice said loudly, and then in a gentle
whisper it continued. "You won't feel a thing, but when I tell you
I'm turning on the current, give a yelp and then pretend to be
having spasms."
Mark felt some relief in knowing that there was someone there
to help him, but he also feared that this too was a trick to get
him to talk. The man took a clipper to his pubic hair and said,
"sorry about this but I have to make it look real."
* * *
Three hours later, forensics informed Detective Dome that
they had a match on the tire tracks to the van. They had now
called in an agent from the narcotics squad and the two
officials connected via a conference call.
"Detective Dome here."
"I'm Lieutenant O'Connor, of the narcotics squad. Look we
have been watching that van for some weeks now. We have
an undercover agent implanted in the gang and we have a
radio beacon hidden on the van. We can tell you where it is,
but we need to be sure that you don't go in there shooting and
we can't afford you blowing our agents cover. Are you willing
to work together on this, or should we take it from here?"
"OK, OK, we can work this together. Our only real concern is
that we get the kid out of there unharmed. It looks like they
kidnapped him and may be torturing him to find out where the
drugs are."
The two officials chose a place to assemble their two squads
where they could plan their raid. Dome noticed that O'Connor
had not given him the precise location of the van, just an
abandoned factory located nearby.
* *
*
Mark felt the undercover agent shaving his pubic area after
clipping his pubes off. He tried not to think about what was
happening, but in spite of himself, his cock began to swell. The
undercover agent couldn't help but admire Mark's beautiful
young masculine body. He was good at undercover work
since he had gained a lot of experience of hiding his sexual
preferences from everybody from his early teens. He felt a
tingle in his pants as he worked on Mark's genitals.
"Relax, kid, that happens to everyone. It don't mean anything."
The agent said as he finished cleaning off the remaining
shaving cream and drying the skin of Mark's crotch. He then
put the gel on the pads which would make them adhere to
Mark's cock and testicles. But when the agent connected the
probes, he made sure that they didn't go in all the way and
used some black tape to cover his ploy. He then connected
the other ends of the probes to the 'TENS' machine.
"OK, Boss, he's ready if you want to watch this." he called out
loudly.
The man with the familiar voice returned with several other
people, sneering at the now naked kid and mocking his
erection.
"Wow that haircut makes your cock seem twice as large. I'll
bet he never lets it grow back!" The stranger said mockingly.
The others in the room laughed.
"OK, kid, going to tell us where the coke is?" The stranger
again asked sadistically.
"I swear, as far as I know, everything went down when dad's
boat sank; I barely survived myself." Mark pleaded.
"I wish we could believe you, but you know how it is, that much
stuff is just too tempting." said the now too familiar voice.
"OK, let's show the little prick what'll happen if he doesn't wisen
up!" The voice ordered.
"Mark, I'm going to give you a low voltage shock first so you
can get an idea what to expect if you don't tell us what we want
to know. Here goes..." The undercover cop said, hoping that
Mark would have enough of his wits about him to go along with
the scam until he could figure a way to get him out of this
situation.
"Aheeeeeeeee." Mark screeched, shaking his whole body.
"Please, no more, please." he said with so much conviction
that the undercover agent was afraid that he might be
overdoing it.
A new voice said, "I've had that thing on my back and it never
hurt that much on low, what gives?"
"Yeah, but did you try it on your balls?" The undercover agent
said trying to cover up for Mark's over reaction.
"No bloody way! So Mark you can see that we can really hurt
you - that was just a low setting. Now are you going to tell us
what happened to the drugs?" The third voice said, trying to be
comforting in order to gain Mark's confidence.
* * *
The police were now taking up their positions on the
surrounding roofs. They had decided to bring in the special
forces unit with sharpshooters. They themselves formed
teams of two officers one each from drug enforcement and
from Dome's murder investigation squad. When they were all
in position, a police van rammed the front door of the
abandoned factory where they had determined the white van
was located.
The police rushed in from all sides and quickly secured the
place; but the van was empty and they found no one inside the
deserted building. They called forensics again to examine the
van.
* *
*
Ryan and Kyle together with Bill and his parents were sitting
and praying that the police would locate Mark and rescue him.
Ryan's cell phone rang; it was Dome, who told him that they
had found the van, but not Mark. He also told Ryan that there
was an undercover officer who was probably with Mark and
they were waiting for him to contact them. They were still
talking on the phone when Dominic came in with some food he
had hastily put together. His nephew Tony, helped him carry it
in and Bill was soon helping as well.
"You look a wreck." Tony said to Bill.
"Well, Mark and I are tight and I'm worried about him." Bill said
to Tony, who put his arms around Bill who began to tremble in
his arms.
The aromas of Dominic's food filled the house, but no one
really had much of an appetite. Dominic fixed small plates and
put them into everyone's hands and said, "you need to keep up
your strength, manga... manga, eat....eat."
Ryan grabbed hold of Dominic and they hugged. "Dominic,
thanks, you seem to be always here when I need you, when we
need you."
"Ryan, we're friends. Friends do these things and wish they
could do more."
"Dominic, I'm sorry; I'm so worried for Mark." Ryan
confessed.
"We all are, Ryan, we are all on the same page, as my nephew
likes to say."