Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2007 00:50:15 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 13

INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 13

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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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
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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 13

(Revisiting Chapter 12)

So, Tommy, if I had escaped the guys stalking me - and that's a big 'if' -
I would have lived my life out bedding down in some ruined stall.  I would
have gotten up before dark to work in the fields until it was almost dark.
Another owner might have chained me with others in work gangs.  I would
have been hated and kicked around for liking men anytime the others got
angry or frustrated.  They may live like dumb animals, but they're smart
enough to know you can't take it out on the overseers.  That answer your
question?"  "Yeah," Tommy answered, "but know something, bro.  It sure as
hell isn't going to happen around here!"  With that, he reached for Ken and
kissed him square on the lips.  Kenny sighed and promptly returned the
favor...with a little tongue.  Tommy...  Well, readers, you know what
happened then, yes?  Let's give the youngsters a little privacy. .

(Continuing Our Story - Changing Perceptions)

In due course, Tommy spoke with Eli about completing his secondary
education with a tutor.  (He also had some choice comments about the
dangers of behaving like an teenager, but Eli dismissed them by asking how
else a teenager was expected to act!  "Fortunately," the good doctor
concluded, "adolescence has never been found to be a 'terminal
condition'!")  Eli said that he had a good man in mind, but he promised
that Tommy would meet with him before any decisions were made.

If Eli met some resistance to tutoring on the part of Tommy, he received a
far different reaction from Ken when the younger boy learned that he would
also have a tutor.  "You mean I'm going to be able to go to school?" he
howled, wide-eyed with excitement.  "You mean I might even be able to go to
high school like Tommy?" he continued.  "Oh, more than that, Kenny boy,"
Eli laughed.  "You might even go to the university some day and become a
great man in this country...a scientist, a scholar...one who would make his
parents - and me - very proud!"  The boy tried to speak, but his excitement
was such that he could not.  He began to whirl around like a dervish,
finally running straight for Eli and jumping high into his arms.  His
powerful thighs anchored on the doctor's hips, he hung on by heavy muscular
arms that circled the good man's neck.  "Oh, doc, oh, doc...I thank you so
much...I love you so much!" he finally managed to spit out as he covered
his face with kisses.

For his part, the doctor was as overcome as the boy, albeit for slightly
different reasons.  In all his life, he had never held anything that seemed
so heavy...so much deadweight!  Even Tommy, three years older, heavily
muscular in his own right, and literally pounds heavier, seemed lighter
when he hoisted him in a fireman's carry.  His brown-haired young'un had to
be solid bone and muscle!  Nevertheless, he grinned and admitted to himself
that he probably could carry him for several more hours...as long as the
kisses didn't give out!

When Kenny had finally exhausted the bulk of his excitement and dropped
down in front of Eli - though still unable to stop jittering - he quietly
kissed him on the forehead and said that they had a problem on which they
needed to work together.  "Your brother's eighteenth birthday is almost
upon us," he said.  "I shall give him his choice of a present, just as I
will you when you reach your fifteenth in a very few months.  Still we need
to decide on the celebration and, when you have decided on your gift to
him, you may need some help with transportation to the store and the like.
Got any thoughts?"

"I shall think about his present," he said seriously...his grammar and his
accent near perfect.  (Lawdy...the boy's mind absorbed both knowledge and
skills like a sponge!)  "As for the celebration, we might have a
dinner...with lotsa meat...and, maybe, something I saw on American TV the
other day, something called a 'birthday cake'.  Do you know about that,
Master?"  "Yes," Eli answered with a wide smile, "I know all about birthday
cakes.  Good ideas, Big Stuff!  Let me know if you need some help with the
present."

A few days later, Kenny came to Eli in the library and asked if he'd get
him out to the farm.  He needed to speak with a slave by the name of
'Manuel-el'.  "Do you think that's a good idea, Kenny?" Eli asked.  "You
know it was only a few weeks ago that we got you out of there with some
real bad guys on your tail!"  "It's for Tommy," Kenny begged.  "Hey look,
Big Guy, if it's a matter of money, I can help."  "Thanks, Master, but I
have to do this on my own," the boy replied, his square jaw resolutely set.
"We can go at night," the lad concluded.  "I'll wear my black stuff."  That
very night when the moon was new, the two conspirators headed for the farm,
arriving in the wee hours of the morning.  After being gone about a half
hour, Kenny returned to where they had parked near the manse.  "Thanks,
Master.  Let's get out of here!" he almost barked.  "My present will be
ready tomorrow night, same time.  Manuel-el will bring it here."  "You
won't need any cash?" Eli asked, his stomach burning at the thought of
having to return when the "bad guys" knew he'd be coming.  "Nah, Master,
Manuel-el owes me," Kenny volunteered with a self-satisfied smirk.
Fortunately, the next night went as well as the first, though Eli did slip
an automatic pistol into his jacket pocket - and almost fired it when
Manuel-el startled them by tapping on the car window!  Kenny pocketed
whatever it was, and they were off.

Naturally, Kenny had to tell his hero that he had a birthday present for
him, even though he wouldn't give it to him until the next night's birthday
dinner.  He confided that the Master had told him about being able to
choose his present, Breathlessly, he asked, "What did you choose?"  "Well,
you know that abdominal training equipment that we noticed in the catalog,
but didn't get for the gym?"  "Yeah," Kenny said, delighting in the
secrecy.  "It's here!" Tommy said proudly.  "I saw the crate in the
garage."  "Wow!"  Kenny responded.  "That's great!  Maybe, it'll do me some
good."  "Listen, muscles," his bro retorted, fingering the brown-haired
one's sharply ridged abdomen, "you need stronger ab definition like I need
a hole in the head!"  He added with a lopsided grin, "But you can try!"

The birthday dinner went famously.  The three young men, their roots in
carnivorous America, gnawed and bit and chewed until all that was left were
bones.  None of this lame Asian take-out with its scraps of meat and tons
of weird vegetables!  After the table was cleared, Kenny had the honor of
bringing in the birthday cake, the cake resplendent in frosting and ablaze
with 18 candles!  As he set it down in front of Tommy, "Wows!" sprang from
every throat.  Tommy sat there motionless for several minutes, a jubilant
smile - mixed with traces of confusion - on his face.  Finally, prompted by
Eli, he blew all 18 candles out with what Kenny later described as "one
gigantic blast of hot air."

As the boys gulped down their cake and ice cream, Kenny took a small,
roughly wrapped package from his pocket and placed it in front of his hero.
"Happy Birthday, Bro!" he said with pride.  After carefully removing the
string, Scotch tape, ribbon, and two paper clips that held the wrapping
together, Tommy looked at the unique ID bracelet that lay in his hand.  The
main band was made of several different metal scraps which had been pounded
together until they formed a surface with only a few slight imperfections.
On the upper surface, deeply worked, was the word "Tommy"; the reverse held
the words "from your bro, Ken, on your 18th". As Tommy gazed at the band
with deep pleasure, Kenny babbled that his friend "Manuel-el" made them
from scraps of metal that the farm slaves found and saved for him.  "Neat,
huh?" he asked.  "Real neat, Kenny!" Tommy agreed.  Tommy tried to work the
clasp, but his fingers were shaking so that Kenny had to help him.  (For
his troubles, Ken received a grin and a stiff punch to the upper arm.)  His
new eighteen-year-old sat there motionless, obviously delighted with the
gift, but with the strangest look on his face.

Eli finally interrupted the slightly weird scene by rising, presumably to
get his gift.  He halted suddenly when Tommy spoke abruptly and with
authority, "Master, I am really sorry, but I must change my mind on my
birthday present.  Might I speak with you after supper?"  "Of course,
Tommy," Eli said calmly, not missing a beat.  "First, however, if I may, I
have a present FOR THE TWO OF YOU in the next room.  Let me bring it in and
put it in front of the Birthday Boy."  He did so; the professional ab
cruncher was uncrated and joyfully accepted by the boys.  "Kenny," the good
doctor said, "I wonder if you'd take this down to the gym and get rid of
the messy crate.  I believe I need to speak with Tommy for a few minutes in
the library."

Once in the library, Tommy dropped to his knees before the now-concerned
doctor.  Very formally, he said, "Master, please forgive me.  Don't think
me mad.  I can't tell you everything at this moment, because it's still
unclear and my head aches like crazy.  On my word of honor, I shall the
minute that it is possible.  In the meantime, may I ask you for a birthday
present different from the one I originally requested?  It is very
important to me, sire, and I beg you to trust your respectful and loving
slave."

Eli dropped down beside the boy and took him in his arms.  "I do not think
you mad, my boy, nor do you have to give me your word of honor for me to
believe you.  Your saying something is quite good enough, for you do have
my trust.  Simply tell me what you want for your birthday.  You needn't
tell me any more until it's possible for you."

"Thank you, sire...from the bottom of my heart," the trembling boy
murmured.  Then, more directly and with a stronger voice, he asked, "Are
there pleasant mountains around here, sire?"  Taken somewhat aback, Eli
said, "Well, yes, there are mountains down here, although they are pretty
parched, even now in late spring.  The nearest mountains that are at least
partially forested and have water?  Let me see... There's the Ta'if area in
Saudi Arabia.  The mountain range in Lebanon closest to the sea, especially
in the north, is a possibility.  You've heard of "Mount Lebanon"?

"I've heard of the country, Master.  For my birthday, would you take me for
a backpacking trip into those mountains...just us plus, maybe, a burro?
Nothing more..."  "Consider it done," Eli answered, "though we must hope
that there is relative peace between the Christians and the Muslims of that
unhappy land."

(The Cedars of Lebanon)

In some ways, both Eli and Tommy felt that their relatively few days in the
beautiful mountains of Lebanon were among the happiest of their
lives...certainly the happiest of their life together.  They ate well; they
found the people - Muslim and Christian - to be friendly; the land was
delightful; the weather was cool but pleasant after the Gulf; their burro
did much of their work.  The tensions and responsibilities of "home"
receded into the background, at least for a few days.

As early as the second night, around a small campfire, they began to make
progress in really getting to know each other.  Tommy, for instance, told
Eli something that he had already begun to suspect, i.e., he now remembered
much of what had happened to him prior to finding himself in the Sheikhdom.
Much of the fog had cleared from his mind when he stared into the
flickering candles on the birthday cake.  Other memories returned when he
remembered his 14th birthday in California.  His best friend, Larry, had
also given him an ID bracelet.  Larry had been the boy who died at the
slave facility where Eli had found him.  His name had been Mike Curtis.  On
a High Country trip into the Sierra Nevada, slavers captured the two
14-year-olds and murdered their entire immediate families.  They spent over
a year on a Caribbean island being trained as personal (i.e., sex) slaves
who would willingly service males.  (Mike looked into Eli's eyes and
bravely admitted that it hadn't been all that difficult in his case, for he
already knew that he was physically attracted to men.)  For nearly two and
one-half years, they fulfilled their function.  As Eli knew, that process
had been interrupted in the Sheikhdom's central slave facility when
ignorant guards overreacted, killing Larry and nearly killing him.  He
would never be able to thank Eli for the love and care that he had received
at his hands.

When the boy's account ground slowed and appeared that it might be grinding
to a halt, Eli got up and moved over to the young man who sat silently,
staring into the fire.  Tommy lay his head on Eli's shoulder and stared off
into the air with eyes that were open, but did not see.  The man's hand
caressed his blond locks as he whispered, "Easy, Mike, every time they've
knocked you down, you've bounced up.  In my eyes, you are the most
courageous human being I've ever known."  Eli straightened up and spoke
more directly to the boy.  "Do you have any idea, Mike, of how much you
have added to my life?"

The young man straightened up and looked Eli in the eyes.  "Who was this
'Tommy' after whom I was named?" he asked abruptly.  "There never was a
real Tommy before you," Eli whispered.  He was the son that my wife never
bore before she left me.  She said that I wasn't enough of a 'real man' for
her."  The young man looked at him with amazement.  "Not enough of a real
man?  Hell, Master, you are the most complete man I've ever known!  Look at
what you've given to the Sheikhdom!  You're smart, you're kind, you're so
good looking that it makes me shiver, you're as funny as all get out,
you've got a heart as big as the whole Gulf!  Ask Kenny!  I can't think of
a human being who wouldn't love and respect you.  I know I do!"  (The boy's
mind told him to shut up, that he was embarrassing himself, that Eli was a
man and would only turn away from all this sentimental crap with disgust.
The lad gave his mind the finger and kept going!)  "Master, is there any
chance...any chance at all that you will let me continue to be your 'Tommy'
and to stay with you and love you...forever?"  As the man turned his face
towards the fire, the eighteen-year-old could see that it was wet with
tears.

That night it was so warm that they slept in each other's arms under a
gnarled old grandfather of a cedar.  "Did you think that I would ever say
'No'?" Eli laughed. "Dunno, Master, things are kinda upside down in this
world.  You hope, but it's hard to believe that anyone or anything will
stay the same."  Eli mused for just a moment.  They both wanted the same
thing.  The young man was now of age...and he was no longer his patient.
Finally throwing his fears of being hurt again to the winds, the man
laughed and said, "Try this on for size."  With that, he bent down, took
Tommy's right nipple between his lips, and sucked and licked until his boy
was writhing on the opened sleeping bag.  "Pretty good, sire," the
youngster gasped.  "Got any more of those around for me to sample?"
"Maybe," Eli answered.  With that he again bent down, first licking one of
Tommy's muscular, square shaped, impossibly hard pecs, and then the other.
"Uhm-m-m-m," he moaned as if tasting a fantastic treat straight out of the
oven.  He then turned to his love's biceps, nibbling lightly as Tommy
cooperated by flexing his arms, one after another, ever so slowly.  The
sweat was beginning to stand out on the smooth plains of the youth's tanned
skin as the good doctor gathered his heavy genitals in one big hand and
proceeded to lick, nibble, smell, and suck without ceasing.  As the
gorgeous teen's body arched, every muscle standing out in relief, he took
each ball between his teeth in turn until Tommy cried out in some alarm,
"Easy does it, Kong!"  His cry did little good.  Eli's lips pushed the last
of the boy's foreskin off his glans, allowing his tongue to swirl the rich
precum around and around his reddened cockhead and play with his frenulum.
His mouth emitting sharp, barking cries, Tommy's body stiffened on the
verge of a massive explosion - at which point Eli simply
stopped...everything.  "You've got to be kidding!" the muscular blond
wailed.  When Eli simply sucked...the tip of his nose, Tommy's frustration
exploded in a great cry...ARGH- H-H!...as he flung his arms and legs in
every direction!  Looking at it from one direction - though, admittedly,
from only one direction - that was a mistake.

Since the lad had first met Eli at the hospital, he had known intuitively
that this was the human being fated to be his.  However much the man had
held back in the past, he was about to learn how factual that intuition
was.  The final assault began when Eli masterfully pushed and pulled his
muscular legs back almost to his chest, wrapped his arms under them, and
told him to keep them there!  Then snorting like the best of "rim pigs," he
worked his nose and then his tongue up and down Tommy's smooth crack until
the boy's eyes widened in shock.  He felt the tongue tip touch his crinkled
anus, the lips fasten onto his slowly swelling muscle, and then the gentle
sucking and probing that enflamed his nerves until his whole body quivered
with need.  His head lashed the sleeping bag as the fleshy dildo broke
through the guardian muscle and slowly invaded the outer reaches of his
sanctuary.  "Eli!  Eli!" he screamed, "I'm ready!  Take me!  Love me!  Oh,
God, Eli, FUCK ME-E-E-E!"  Almost without pause or pain, the Master gently
slid into his depths in one slow, firm motion and began playing a timeless
piece that blended pleasure and pain as it rose towards an unforgettable
crescendo.  Their voices merged in one great cry that resounded in the
blackness about them.  Their rigid bodies danced in one last, gigantic
surge - and then fell back in peace.  "Eli...Tommy...my love..."

(On the Road to Damascus)

The next morning saw the two young men limping along a road that headed
east into the rising sun.  They had had little sleep that night!  As was
his habit in areas less accustomed to nudity, Tommy had donned shorts and a
light, short-sleeved shirt.  He only wished that he had brought some
protection for his feet, for the pavements were increasingly hot and the
small stones and bits of macadam, cruel.  Suddenly, a police vehicle
screeched to a halt, almost beside them.  Sticking his head out of the
window, the officer in the passenger's seat asked if they were Dr.  Eli
Reynolds and his "assistant."  Identification led to a request to accompany
the officers to the nearest regional police facility where any problems
would be explained.

After driving for about 15 miles at breakneck speed and with sirens
wailing, they drew up to a simple cement block building marked by a radio
tower and little else.  After coffee and the unavoidable Arabic amenities,
the Lieutenant told them that their Sheikh had contacted officials in
Beirut and asked for Lebanese assistance in locating them.  A Palace
official relayed the message that Kenny had been abducted and that the
Sheikh's personal plane was even then at Beirut International Airport
awaiting them.

With great courtesy, a Lebanese Police helicopter was summoned and the two
men were flown to the airport on the south side of the capital city.  A
flight of only 890 miles in the Sheikh's medium-sized jet quickly returned
them to realities of the contemporary world.


To Be Continued