Date: Fri, 2 May 2003 17:19:49 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: The commander part 9

					THE COMMANDER

					Part Nine

					By Arthur

					Editor Mattvt



Authors Note:

For the followers of "Sub To Love" the web site for the Mythra is now
published and while it has still a long way to go, may be of interest for
some background on our society, the url is as follows.

		     www.societyofmythra.homestead.com

		   We hope you enjoy your visit with us.



'Besat to your left, the four gray transporters'

Cameron looked over to where Jason had indicated and saw four silver
limousines with ten youngish men stepping out onto the dock side. With a
hand behind his back Cameron held out four fingers and the nearest four
guards moved forward, one to each corner of the dais, their batons
extending to their full length.

Matteus looked up at Cameron with an enquiring expression on his beautiful
face.

"It's ok Matteus, just a precaution, we have some visitors that might try
to cause trouble."

Matteus nodded his head and smiled at his boyfriend as he moved half a step
closer to him.

Cameron felt the tingling on his skin as Jason upped the strength of his
biophsyc systems then looking out over the crowd began to select people for
the newtech cars. A woman with three small children, a young college guy, a
dockworker, a young disc reporter who looked as though he had only just
started in the profession. Cameron purposely overlooked all the well to do
fat cats and politicians as he continued to give away the cars to people
whom he thought deserved them much more than the so called "elite" of
society.

As each car was landed on the dock Cameron went through the same procedure
as he had with Daniel and when all were distributed he told the crowd that
the owners would be receiving one each of the power packs with tuition in
how to use them and the cars. The remaining power packs would be given out
to houses he selected during the rest of the day, with that he thanked
everyone for coming and with one eye on the ten Melecasians he stepped off
the dais.

'Jason?'

'Yes Besat?'

'Can you ask the General to organize some accommodations for us all and can
you make out what the Melecasians are doing here?'

'Yes Besat, the General has been informed and is making arrangements now,
the Melecasians are not of pure blood so they should no longer be a threat,
they are obviously sent here to see what was happening then possibly to
report to their superiors.'

'Thank you Jason, let me know when the accommodations are arranged, we'll
wait here until all the power packs are unloaded.'

'Yes Besat.'

Cameron looked around at the dispersing crowd and then heard a soft voice
beside him.

"Excuse me young man?"

Cameron turned to look at the woman with the three young children, he could
see that she had tried to dress herself and the kids nicely for the day and
it was obvious to Cameron that she had a hard time trying to bring them up.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"I...I...just want to say thank you, you'll never know how much your gift
will mean to us."

"Thank you Ma'am, that's why I gave it to you, I was pretty sure you could
do with the help, I hope you make good use of it and we'll be around
tomorrow to install your power pack for you."

"It's...it's..well it's so good of you to do it for people like us, those
others usually get everything and I don't think anyone expected your gifts
today, it's.....well thank you."

Cameron gave her and the children a warm smile and shook her hand then
watched as they went to the lat of the cars on the dock and got in to drive
home. Cameron also had taken notice of the frowns and distasteful looks he
got from those of the "elite" group, now dispersing to their expensive
vehicles further along the docks.

Cameron noticed that the ten Melecasians were also returning to their
limousines but al took a last look at him before they disappeared into the
cars, Cameron felt a little shock of nerves at the looks he got from them
as their cars pulled away.

When the last of the power packs were unloaded and stored in a nearby
warehouse Cameron watched the trucks pulling up to reload the ship with the
scrap metal and old cars for the return journey to Nuie. The loading was
cumbersome and slow and he knew that they would never be able to fulfill
their needs with the conventional shipping.

'Jason?'

'Yes Besat?'

'How long before the new transports will be ready?'

'Five will be available in three earth days Besat.'

'Have them sent here as soon as they are ready please Jason, I'll have a
dock booked and ready for them then will look around for a better landing
for a permanent dock for us.'

'Very good Besat, it will be done at your command.'

Cameron took a deep breath of the fresh salty air and reaching out wrapped
an arm around his little boyfriend and pulled him closer.

"Well my little lover, we've started, it's all under way now and no turning
back."

"Mmmmmm, yes my Besat, it's going to be soooo good being with you to watch
it all."

"Sing me a song of love and happiness, Matteus, something to let all the
people know how much I love you."

Matteus stepped back from Cameron and then began to sing in that clear
haunting voice that created memories of love and quiet places, leaving on
the air, as the lilting notes traveled over the water fading to soft music
in the distance, a feeling of longing and desire. All the people and guards
still close to the dais where the two boys stood, became like silent
statues as Matteus sang, still with his eyes firmly fixed on Cameron's.

When the last notes faded away Matteus reached up and wiped away the tear
falling from Cameron's eye and then moved in close and lifted his head to
be kissed. Cameron bent down enough to reach those lips being offered and
gently kissed Matteus, not caring whether the whole world saw it.

"My love, that was so beautiful, thank you."

"It was my own love song just for you."

"Yes my love I could feel your words deep in my heart, I love you so much
Matteus, I'd give my life for you."

Now it was Matteus' eyes that brimmed with tears as he snuggled closer to
his lover. A strange sound came into his head from Jason almost like a soft
cough.

'Excuse me Besat, your accommodations have been arranged here is the
co-ordinates, General Jopty has ordered vehicles to take the guards there
to meet you both, he has ordered the top three floors of the Hotel for you
to make sure of your security.'

'Thank you Jason.'

"Come on my love, lets get to the hotel."

Cameron rested his arm over Matteus' shoulder as they made their way to his
flyer, he heard the rumble of two buses coming down the dock for his
guards, unfortunately he didn't see the small figure of the street boy
hiding behind a stack of old crates near the red brick wall he had used for
the demonstration of the first car.

As Cameron lifted the flyer to five meters above the road and set it to the
address for the Hotel the small figure appeared and with a twist of his
wrist placed the power board on the ground and started the small motor,
holding the control cable in his hand he followed the flyer from a distance
weaving in and out of the pedestrians with the consummate ease of long
practice and a natural ability. Like all fourteen year olds that used the
old style skate boards or these new versions with the small motor, Petros
zoomed along without conscious effort, manipulating the controls from long
habit without thought or pause as he kept the strange flyer in sight.

Petros had been living on the streets for five years and had done just
about everything to stay alive until yesterday the tall man in a good
quality business suit had come up to him and asked if he wanted a
job. Petros at first thought it was another advance for the use of his body
like so many times before and so gave the usual answer.

"Twenty credits for blow or hand job, you want the lot it's fifty credits."

"I don't want your ass boy, I want you to work for me tomorrow on the
docks."

"Can't work the docks, not old enough and no ID card."

"Not that sort of work boy."

"Them what?"

"I want you to watch a man coming on the docks tomorrow and follow him
wherever he goes."

"What if he has a car, this old skate board wont keep up with him?"

"I'll give you a brand new power board, you keep it afterward and also you
get two hundred credits if you can keep up with him and tell me where he
goes and what he does."

"Two hundred credits and you don't even want to use me?"

"That's the deal kid, you want it?"

"Yeah..yeah, how do I get in touch with you?"

"I'll give you a com that's linked into mine and no one else's so I'll know
it's you, you can keep that as well afterwards."

"Shit Mister, it's a deal, when do I get my power board?"

"Come with me now and we'll go get it and everything else for you, here
take this, it's half the money, you get the rest when you finish the job,
ok?"

"You trusting me with all this dosh now, aren't you worried I might run
away and not come back to do the job?"

"No kid, I trust you, besides if I had to I could find you easy and then
you wouldn't be around long."

The coldness in the mans voice told Petros not to fool around with this
guy, he was paying him more than he could make in a whole week selling
himself to other men on the street, and he'd have a power board and
personal com, that'd make it easy to call any johns that he liked for
business.

The crowds of shoppers and works flew past Petros as he wove in and out of
the foot traffic following the strange flyer until it slowed even further
and began to turn into the underground parking lot of the Britax Tower
Hotel. Petros stopped his board and casually made his way underground on
foot, ducking underneath the barrier arm and sliding along the wall.

No body took any notice of the small figure as it skulked further into the
parking lot listening to the unusual hum of the flyer as it went up another
story and to at last take a parking bay two floors above ground
level. Petros pushed closer to the edge of the wall as he sneaked a look
around the corner just in time to see the two young boys get out of the
flyer and walk over to the lift well to enter the Hotel.

Petros reached for the small com set in the pocket of his loose fitting
shorts and on opening it pushed the number 1 on the dial, a short buzz
sounded and then the mans voice was heard.

"Yes?"

"It's me."

"Ok boy tell me what's happened."

Petros gave his report like an old time professional spy he had seen in the
Vid House one Saturday night when he had enough money to pay for the
ticket. When he had finished the man told him to stay there and just watch
what happened and then call him again at midnight with his report.

"Ok boss will do."

Before the words were fully out he heard the click in his ear of the com
being disconnected. The boy made his way down to the ground level and went
around to the front of the high rise Hotel to wait and watch. No one took
any notice of him as he sat then stood around, street kids were a dime a
dozen in the streets these days and were ignored by everyone, it was as
though they didn't even exist.

Petros spent some time looking at his reflection in the wide glass front of
the hotel doors, his natural slimness was accentuated by his slightly
underfed condition, the hair was as black as coal, a little lank from not
being washed for nearly a week and sprouted out at all angles from his
head.

The eyes that stared back at him were an unusual vivid green placed evenly
on each side of a slim nose that ended with a small upturn, the lips were a
little thin and the chin was narrow but firm. The skin of his slim neck was
a little dirty and sloped down to narrow shoulders, he was about 5'2" tall
and the tight shirt with the tear in the sleeve made his body look slimmer
than it should have been.

The true story of Petros was in his eyes, they were cunning eyes but if you
looked deep enough you could see they were also haunted by memories better
left alone. When he was happy, which was very rarely, they flashed and
sparkled, when doing business they were cunning and cold but when he was
alone with his thoughts they were little boys eyes, scared and lonely.

Apart from two bus loads of boys arriving and entering the Hotel nothing
much was going on, Petros had seen all the boys at the dock so knew they
were with the first two that arrived earlier. At midnight he called again
and reported what he had or had not seen, the reply was the same click as
before with the instruction to stay and watch.

By 4.00 am Petros was dozing with his back tucked against the wall of the
Hotel near a ventilation duct for warmth, a fine misty drizzle had started
an hour ago but he ignored it, it was not the first time he had spent the
night in the rain, he shrugged his shoulders again and settled down to nap
some more.

Petros was startled awake in the early morning to the sound of laughing
boys coming through the Hotel doors, he looked up and saw the boy who he
thought was the leader, with his arm around a young island boy and eight
other boys with the funny batons in their hands, move toward the Hotel
limousine and pile inside.

Petros shivered in his damp clothes then stood up and started his power
board to follow the group, he had not eaten since yesterday afternoon but
didn't want to stop incase he missed something, hunger was another thing he
was used to. The limousine took the group to the main offices of the wharf
authorities and then the boys all went inside, Petros looked over the rod
at a fast food shop and decided to eat now as he could still see the
entrance of the office block from the shop windows.

When he had his bag of greasy food he went outside to his board and took
off the small bottle attached to the front and refilled the motor with gas
to make sure he didn't run out when he followed the boys next time, then
settled down on the edge of the foot path to eat.

It was three hours before the boys appeared again and the leader had a big
folder in his hand as they said their good byes to the officer and he heard
them order the car to return to the Hotel. Petros thought for a moment and
then with a smile made his way across the road to the office block, there
was an officer in there that was one of his johns and he knew just how to
find out what had happened with the boys in there.

Not long after the departure of the limousine Petros heard the faint
buzzing of the lunch bell and straightened himself as best he could and
watched the faces of the officers as they left the office for lunch, when
he saw his john come down the steps he winked and sidled up to him.

"Dave, you got time?"

"Fuck Petros, I'd love to fuck you right now but my pay doesn't go in the
bank till tomorrow."

"Don't want money Dave, I'm so fucking randy and you're always good to me
so I want to give you a freebee, I just want to feel you in me."

"Hey this ain't like you Petros, you never give it away."

"I'm sooo randy Dave, fuck me...pleeeaassee."

Petros had put on his little boy voice, he knew this worked on Dave every
time he wanted something from him.

"Well ok Petros, but you better be ready, I'm going to really long dick you
this time so you feel every inch of me."

"Great Dave that's just what I need, do it hard to me, I really need it."

"Ok kiddo come on you know where I live."

Petros tucked the board under his arm and stepped out beside Dave as he
strode off, Dave lived only a few minutes walk from his office so it was
only a matter of minutes before Petros was naked and on his back with his
legs held back to his chest as Dave began to thrust the full length of
himself deep and hard into the willing boy.

When Dave had finished with Petros he lay back breathing heavily as the boy
sat on the side of the bed, his little hole was smarting from the long
strokes and deep thrusts Dave had given him but he smiled down at the man
on the bed then spoke.

"Jeez Dave, where you learn to fuck like that, my hole is still burning?"

"You like that one did you Petros?"

"Damn Dave that's just what I needed, hey who was that great big limo there
today, they were just leaving when I got there, must of been someone pretty
posh to have a car like that?"

"Nah just some smart ass kid with to much money, bought the old wharf
complex out at Frazer Bay, don't know what the hell he wanted it for, the
boss was glad to get it off the books, gave it to him for next to nothing
just to get rid of it, the kid seemed happy and left."

"Shit his old man must be loaded, what the fuck they want that old shit
heap for anyway?"

"Didn't say, just signed the papers and gave the boss a heap of credits
then left, SHIT, look at the time, come on slut boy time for me to go back
to work, thanks for the matinee see yah later."

"Yeah thanks Dave, that's the best fucking I ever had, see yah later."

Petros left the apartment still buttoning his shorts as he made his way to
the street and then to report his findings.

"you did good kid, meet me on the wharf where we met last time and I'll
give you the rest of your money."

"Sure, is that all you need from me, I can hang around and keep an eye on
them some more if you want?"

"No kid that's all we need, be at the wharf at six tonight and I'll have
your money for you."

"Great see yah then."

Petros got the same click as before and as he put his new power board on
the pavement he fingered the other credits in his Pocket, apart from the
five credits for his lunch he hadn't spent anything and now he was going to
have another hundred tonight, that would keep him for nearly a month if he
was careful with it.

Petros started the board moving on the street and aimlessly wandered around
waiting for six o'clock to come around so he had the rest of his dosh, it
had been an easy score and he was showing it in his eyes as they sparkled
with the delight of his thoughts.


To Be Continued: