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The Angel of Pie Jesu.
By John T. S. Teller.
Part 53.
Book two: Journey of the Coin.
Gareth.
Aleric's head is resting against my shoulder as he snoozes while the commuter plane takes us from Tokyo to Nagoya, but I have to wake him as the aircraft is almost at touch-down. I had a job to wake him and make him shower and dress before we left. He's never at his best in a morning. He's a proper schoolboy. He hates being told to get up and has the grumps for about an hour. But I managed to get him to the airport with ten minutes to spare before they closed the check-in desks.
After we've checked out of the airport at Nagoya, a limo is waiting to take us to the Minosaka Swords Factory, which is in Seki City, in the Gifu Prefecture, that has been known as the city of Japanese Swords Production for more than 800 years. But before we set off, I ask the driver to stop someplace so Aleric can have something to eat... somewhere that might do Western meals. The driver knows his stuff, pulls up at a hotel, asks us to wait a moment, and goes into the place. When he comes out he tells us that a table for two is waiting for us.
We both have a Continental breakfast, and, as usual, Aleric eats twice as much as me. He's back on form now and scolds me for having a light meal and plenty of coffee. "That won't build your stamina up! You're useless you are. No wonder you're falling asleep all the time!"
I chuckle at him. "That's me... useless. Drink plenty of coffee... we've got a long day ahead of us."
Aleric phtttts at me. "We Huns don't need coffee to stay awake. We're not useless old Welsh Dragons."
And, as usual, our meal ends with us chuckling. Like everything else, eating out with my beautiful boy is a rewarding experience.
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This trip was arranged by Helena, my PS, and she's done it to perfection. No mixing with the hoi polloi... the moment we arrive we're whisked into the manager's office and made to feel like celebrities. But there's a method to their wonderful hospitality... they know I will be spending a small fortune on this visit. In fact, the manager, who is a small and very dapper man, already knows that we own two examples of Masanao Sekisumi's splendid work, and he is aware that I want to make a collection of Shinken swords... which means authentic swords that have been sharpened by the finest Japanese swords-smiths... a process that can take up to nine months. There's just one drawback to this lovely man... he doesn't speak German, so I speak Japanese with him and become Aleric's interpreter.
After tea, he presses a bell and shortly afterwards a beautiful young woman of about thirty, dressed in a dazzling red kimono, enters the office. She's the daughter of the manager and is to be our guide. Introductions are made. Her name is Chiyoko. I praise her for her name and show due deference by asking what is the meaning of it. She bows and tells me that it means child of a thousand generations. I pay her respect by returning the bow and I tell her that those thousand generations must have begun with the most beautiful people in Japan. I've been around the block a time or two, and I know when I receive a beautiful smile from her that that our visit will be successful. I also don't miss the vibes of respect I get from her father for that comment. I hope it continues. It will open doors for us... well, that's if Aleric behaves himself. I've warned him that he is to respectable at all times. We'll see how that goes. He's started well, returning the small bows with equally polite ones, and he's been pretty quiet up to yet.
I've never been to the factory before, and even though I think I know business inside out, I know that I'm out of my depth here. This isn't some flash setup to make a few quick bucks, this is an artistic science, which has taken this particular factory over four hundred years to hone to perfection.
And so begins our journey into the magnificent art of sword-making. Aleric is spellbound by the process. So am I. Chiyoko explains it all as we're passing through many phases of production from the inspection of the naked steel to the sharpening of the blades to the decoration of each individual blade to the application of the handles.
Two hours later we're back in the manager's office. But hospitality always comes before business in Japan and he takes us into a side room where a selection of snacks is already laid out at a Western style table and chairs, and more in a large chill cabinet. He goes up a couple of notches in my estimation when I see a few bottles of Coke and 7up available. (Aleric is fed up of drinking tea and coffee.) Savouries and sweets: dorayaki, senbai fresh off the grill, manju, castella, arare, ichigo ame (the Japanese version of candy apples but made with strawberries), and something I know Aleric is bound to have... anmitsu, which is a mixture of small fruits and black syrup and ice creams of various flavours. I'm right. After he's downed a few savouries, that's what he selects from the chill cabinet.
Thirty minutes later and we're talking business. An hour later we are in the limo and on our way to the airport and I am just short of US $250,000 dollars less in my bank account. But I feel lucky to have spent that. Aleric and Gottwin have two swords to add to their collection, both made by Kanekuni Ogawa, the son of the old man of the factory, the famous Noshu Bugei hachiman Kanekuni... who is now in his eighties. None were on open sale. The two new swords that the boys have, cost me almost US $100,000, but the one they aren't having is the real gem. It was not for sale at any price, but US $100,000 bought it after the manager made a phone call. It was in the owner's personal collection, and on display in the museum. But it took my knowledge of Japanese honour to get it. The owner, like the manager, knew of my recent business dealings with Mr Miyagi's company, and when I explained that it was a gift for him and would remain in Japan, it swung the deal. Mr Miyagi will soon have a Katana Sword made by the old man of the factory... Noshu Bugei hachiman Kanekuni.
We also have two other items, a small dagger for Hansie and a US $20,000 Samurai Sword made by a pupil of the great sword maker. This is to be Aleric's gift to Yokiko.
Gareth Rhys-Jones is a benevolent person. Well, yes I am, but like Aleric, I can be a proper scheming bugger when I have to be. That Katana sword made by Noshu Bugei hachiman Kanekuni will be Yokiko's passport to spending time with Aleric in Berlin, and anywhere else in the world that the two boys choose to meet as they get older. Oh yes, Aleric may not love Yokiko as he does me, but I already know a budding lifelong friendship when I see one. I'm not afraid of their friendship. Fear. Fear kills. Fear kills love. Love. Love kills. Love kills fear. Understand that and accept it, and you will live happily ever after.
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Aleric.
Gareth is dressed in a dinner suit. I am not. I'm dressed in my Bedri Getup, as he now calls it. He knows I was wearing it the night I flirted with Bedri and had him in my bed... the creamy-yellow Indo-Western style jacket in brocade, with six buttons that button up almost to the top of the jacket, but it's fashionable to leave just the top button open because it doesn't have a collar. Underneath it I'm wearing a white, close-neck, plain white vest as I did on the Bedri Night. The pants have a crease down them that you could cut your fingers on, and I've got cream socks to go with the cream, leather shoes. While he's fussing over me, I ask him, "Why did you insist I bring this, and why are you making me wear it tonight?"
He brushes my hair and then takes hold of my chin while he looks down right into my eyes. "It doesn't just attract an old cur dog with a vibrating tongue. I fall head over heels in love with you again every time I see you in it. I want to show you off."
His words get to me inside, deep into me, and I reach up and pull his head down so I can kiss his warm lips. Then I push him away and look deep into his eyes. "I will always love you."
He smiles his most beautiful smile. "I know. And you know I will always love you." He gives me a small hug. "So let's get on with it."
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Gareth.
So let's get on with it. If only things were that simple. Just as we're waiting for a call from reception to tell us that Mr Miyagi's limo is ready for us, I receive a call on my business phone. It's Mr Miyagi. "Gareth, would you and Aleric like to stay the night with us and I'll get my man to take you to the airport in the morning?" My mind goes into overdrive. To refuse would not go down too well, but we have an early flight. Also, we're not packed. And what will be the sleeping arrangements? That's the really difficult bit. I can't very well take a young boy to my bed in someone else's house. I know Mr Miyagi is aware of our disposition, but to openly display it is another matter entirely. I have milliseconds to weigh up this information, but Mr Miyagi has had time to work things out, and he adds, "I've spoken to Yokiko. He's happy to share his room with Aleric."
I almost burst out laughing. The little monkey! I'll bet he is! My God... it seems as though I'm about to add another scheming little bugger to my ever-growing throng of whatever has come into my life since I went to the Schiller Theatre. A conduit! They could wire up the Empire State Building with the amount of conduiting I'm doing. But I keep my composure and ask, "Can you give me thirty minutes to sort a few things? It will all depend on whether I can delay the flight. They might not be able to do it at such short notice. If I can sort things we'll be slightly late for dinner."
"No problems Gareth."
No problems Gareth. Well, there aren't any after I've contacted the local office of the flight operator in Tokyo and rescheduled the flight to a later time. They can't give me a time yet, but they'll let me know later in the evening. I know how this stuff works. My delay will mean endless tasks for many people to bring the changes to fruition. But that's why I pay them an arm and a leg for a private jet. I never give away my money (except to those within my conduit relay) unless people damned well earn it. So, just over thirty minutes after I've received Mr Miyagi's call, I return it and tell him that it will be fine to stay overnight, and Aleric is quite happy with the sleeping arrangements if it will be no problem to them. He tells me that they will put a guest bed in Yokiko's room, and the boys will be fine.
The boys will be fine. Too right they'll be fine... they'll be fucking half the night! If they can keep quiet that is. LOL.
But there are things to be done, and after I've told Aleric what's going on, there's a mad dash to pack our suitcases and an overnight bag each with a few casual clothes for the morning. Then I ring reception and tell them we're vacating the room immediately and that our bags are to be delivered to the airport in the morning. The receptionist isn't at all put out. He's probably used to crazy pederasts and the odd Angel of Pie Jesu disrupting his mundane routine.
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Aleric.
Gareth has had a smirk on his face ever since we got into Mr Miyagi's car. I jab him in the side with an elbow, and ask, "What are you smirking at?"
He giggles. "Japanese houses are not as soundproof as our European ones."
"What does that mean?"
He looks into my eyes and grins. "It means you two will have to try and keep quiet when you're up to your monkey tricks."
His comment makes me chuckle. "I'll be tired and we'll go to sleep straight away."
His "And pigs might fly." reply sends me into a paroxysm of laughter.
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Gareth.
I wanted to show my boy off, and I've succeeded. I was right to dress him in his Bedri Getup. Trust my Kurt to know how to make a boy look beautiful, but this time he had done it so well that of all the things Aleric wears except his choir surplice, the Bedri Getup is by far the most beautiful of all his clothes. Everything accentuates his natural beauty, so much so that I really do fall in love with him again when he wears it. And the same happens to Yokiko when he sees him... and that also applies to his sisters and his mother, who are all dressed in traditional Japanese clothes. They're like bees around honey. And I don't miss Mr Miyagi's look of admiration either, nor the knowing look on his face when he sees how close the boys have become. But he will have been forewarned. Yokiko's hidden bodyguards will not have missed a thing during the day, and they will have told Mr Miyagi of the blossoming friendship. And I'm sure he has that in his mind when he says to me, "They get on well together, Gareth."
I smile at him. "They do indeed. Has Yokiko told you of their plans?"
He laughs. "I did hear a few things when we were driving home yesterday. In fact that's all I heard. Will it be a problem to you if my boy comes to stay with the Hahn family during the holidays? Can it be arranged that reciprocal arrangements can be made?"
I smile into his wise eyes. "I'm sure it can. Aleric does his own thing anyway. We Westerners are slightly different to you."
Mr Miyagi gives me another knowing look. "But we are alike in many ways."
I acknowledge his insight. "Indeed we are."
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I'm not the chopstick teacher at dinner... Yokiko is, and after itadakimasu – a polite phrase that means I receive this food, which expresses thanks to whoever worked to prepare the meal - Aleric, instead of growling at his friend as he does me when I've tried to teach him how to use them, is happy that the boy by his side is teaching him.
By his side. The seating arrangements are perfect. We're eating traditional Japanese style... sitting on well cushioned legless chairs with sturdy backs so we can lean back in comfort when we take a rest, at a long rectangular table. The gohan – meal – is traditional too. After a nice vegetable soup, we have plain white rice and dishes of fish, with side dishes of cooked and pickled vegetables. Yokiko is Aleric's guide as to what to eat... and how, and there are lots of smiles from the rest of us as they eat and giggle their way through the meal, and by the time it's over, nobody in the room is left in any doubt of the blossoming friendship of these two beautiful boys. I could almost weep myself... but I don't. Behind their facade is a pair of oversexed little bastards who will probably make my life even more difficult in the months and years to come. But, as a `couple', I'm becoming extremely fond of them.
When the meal is over, I say "Gochiso sama deshita," which means it was quite a feast and is a polite way of thanking our hosts. And then I look directly at Aleric.
He takes the hint and says, "Gochiso? (I nod), sama? (I nod) deshita?" I smile at him and nod, and he does the whole phrase, "Gochiso sama deshita."
He gets a small round of applause, and I get a few brownie points from him when I tell him in German, "That's three languages you can speak now." I translate for those at the table who don't understand what I'm saying, which is only polite, and the ladies all giggle and give him another small applause of gently clapped hands. My boy is becoming a proper celebrity, and judging by his face, he's lapping it up.
But now the meal is over, it's time for me and Aleric to seal our friendship with this family: gift time, but only after we all retire to the family room.
I excuse myself and go to the room that was prepared for me and which I deposited all my baggage when I arrived. For the ladies, I have small bouquets of flowers that I ordered the receptionist at the hotel to have ready for me before we left. They're lovely, and I delegate the task of presenting them to Aleric. Judging by their faces they could be receiving a million dollars, so enamoured are they that my boy is honouring them so, and even Aleric is blushing that he receives so many compliments. He doesn't understand a word they say except some very polite Thank you's spoken in English, but he's got the general idea that the thanks are profuse. I've taught him how to say thank you in Japanese, but the Japanese version of that phrase is very different to my Welsh version, which I often end with a boyo. And now for the gifts that will seal our friendships and, hopefully, will open many new doors to the future for my boy.
Poor Yokiko. Tears, and in front of all his family! But the boy can't help it when Aleric, who is sitting by his side, presents him with the gift-wrapped Samuri Sword. When Yokiko has opened his gift and he sees what it is, that's when the tears come. And that's when something really special happens. Yokiko's homosexuality has been a known but half-hidden matter with his family, but when he turns to Aleric and plants a small kiss on my boy's cheek and says in German, "Danke mein besonderer freund," there's no hiding his sexuality.
And Aleric (bless him) is not ashamed to respond. I know what's going through his mind. He's in his fuck you all mood when he smiles at Yokiko and he also plants a kiss on his friend's cheek, and says, "Bitte mein besonderer freund." So now the whole world and his dog know they are special friends. In the West End of London Town, England, they would say "Cor blimey!", but here there are only smiles. Apart from me, that is. I'm doing my very best not to burst out laughing.
My turn next, and I present Mr Miyagi with the special Katana Sword. The words I get from him and the look I receive tells me that from now on I have a very special ally in my life. I might have just ripped him off for US $410,000,000 for Kaisaki Industries (West), but sometimes in life, money is just a conduit to the things that really matter, and in this instance the gift can bring many differences to two people who are really important in our lives. I may be young compared to Mr Miyagi, but in some ways I am as wise as he. And he knows I am. That's why I know the look he gives me is an acceptance that we are on the same wavelength... Best buddies from now on.
But, in my opinion, and maybe theirs, the best gift is the one that is yet to come and which arrives when I ask Aleric if he will sing for our hosts. What better way to present the real inner beauty of my boy, and the special friend of their beloved Yokiko?
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Yokiko Miyagi.
Aleric. Nothing could have prepared me for the presence of the boy who accompanied Gareth when first we met. I'd seen him performing on YouTube videos when he was singing for the S Boys Choir, but even though he doesn't look his age, he seemed much older than I expected when we actually met. That's what hit me first. I was expecting a small boy, but met someone almost like myself. But the thing that really rocked me back on my heels was when he looked into my eyes, and I into his. Aleric's eyes are indescribably beautiful, and it's not just the colour or texture that makes them like that. No, it's what his eyes exude that makes them beyond words. When he looked at me, he actually looked into me. I felt it... a spiritual examination, and then a seal of approval when he gave me the most wonderful smile. I'm pretty sure that's when I fell in love with him. Love at first sight? Yes, that's what it was. But by the end of the day, although I knew some of my feelings were reciprocated by him, I also knew that he would always love someone else and never me. Well... not completely.
I'm a normal person and I get jealous. I was jealous when I discovered Gareth had a boyfriend, and even though I put on a nonchalant air when I met them at the airport, I was jealous that someone else possessed the heart of my man. But when Aleric and I spent the day together and I felt a growing attraction between us, and even though Aleric never stopped singing Gareth's praises and was forever trying to contact him, somehow it didn't seem to be interfering with what was happening to us. And when we went to my bed and spent the night together, there was no mention of Gareth. Aleric wanted me as I wanted him, and if I was something to be used, then after we'd had sex he would have returned to be with Gareth. But he stayed with me, comfortable in my presence.
All these things have been going through my mind today, and doubts had begun to creep in, but when Aleric asked if he could sit with me at dinner and Gareth was almost ignored by him, that's when I was absolutely sure that Aleric and I have a future together of some kind. And then I received Aleric's beautiful gift. But it wasn't just the gift he gave me... it was the look I got when he presented me with it. He spoke with his eyes, and I knew exactly what he was saying... I want you to be my special friend, as in a relationship. That's why I kissed him. And when Aleric returned the kiss I knew that he knew that I understood what was going on.
What was going on. The love between Aleric and Gareth is so strong that they know nothing can come between them. But where does that leave me in this complex relationship? I don't really care as long I can be with the boy I've fallen in love with as often as I can. And even when we're apart we will keep in touch. Daily, Aleric says.
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Gareth.
Yokiko has heard Aleric sing, but the rest of the Miyagi family haven't. Aleric is never afraid to sing in public, and when I asked him if he would sing for all of us, he was up and out of his chair quicker than a jack rabbit. I asked him if he would like some music, but he just wafted an arm at me in his dismissal mode. And now he's standing at the end of the room preparing himself... preening himself as he always does before delivering his very best efforts.
I've heard it all before, but the Miyagi family have not, and my peripheral vision is working overtime watching their reactions. Mrs Miyagi has her hands clutched to her chest as she stares open-mouthed as he sings his first piece... our song... Pie Jesu...
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie
Jesu, pie Jesu
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem.
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu, pie Jesu.
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem
Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem, dona eis requiem
Dona eis requiem
Sempiternam
Dona eis requiem
Sempiternam
Requiem
Sempiternam.
... and when he's finished I can see tears in her eyes. But she's not the only one affected by his beautiful voice. Poor Yokiko has tears tumbling down his cheeks, and I watch him trying to hide them by covertly wiping his cheeks with his fingers. I don't feel too sorry for him. If Yokiko wants an association with my boy, then he'd better get used to this kind of treatment. Well, as I've discovered, you never get used to it, but after a while you sort of accept the inevitability of his spiritual ability to make you feel like a common and garden mortal. Because of what he does, I'm just a useless old dragon.
But it's not just Yokiko and his mother in awe at my boy... I think his sisters are wetting their knickers. Oh yes, that's the other side of him. I saw it at The Schiller (through my tears)... the way the ladies react to him. In that regard he's no different than his identical twin brother Gottwin, who always, these days, has a gaggle of girls at his beck and call. Aleric affects everyone in different ways. Really old people adore his sweetness; those old enough to be parents wish they had a son like him; youngsters go wet between the thighs or get hard-ons, depending on their gender, and perverts like me just want him naked and in our beds. I know all this, not because of what I've seen, but because he and I have often had a chuckle during our special moments after sex when he's described what's happened when he was in the choir. The boys might look angelic, but behind their surplices they're normal, naughty boys who love to have a laugh and a chuckle, and one of their favourite pastimes is having a giggle about who fancied them that evening.
And so Aleric entertains us for about thirty minutes, and then he decides to have some fun. He points at Yokiko, crooks a finger at him and beckons for him to join Aleric at the end of the room. Yokiko protests, but a mixture of Aleric's insistence and our cajoling finally gets him to join Aleric, where he stands beside my boy, totally embarrassed at the situation he's in. I have absolutely no idea what is about to happen, but if I know Aleric, then I'm sure he's been plotting this while he was singing. He's a great plotter is my special boy, and this time he's excelled himself at plotting. Even I'm amazed, and not a little worried when Aleric turns Yokiko to face him and holds both his hands. Good God! What is he about to do? Propose to him?! The crazy, crazy boy!
But it's better than that! I've heard Aleric and Gottwin do this, many times, and it's a favourite we insist the boys do when we're having a family gathering at `home'. He's about to make Yokiko take part in Les Duo Des Chats. (Here is a YouTube link to a short version - The Cat Duet.)
It's hilarious, and after Yokiko has almost stopped laughing when Aleric has given him his instructions, they begin. Aleric never stops prompting him and even adds one or two of the funny little meows to keep us all entertained. The song is not much more than three minutes long, but this version takes almost fifteen minutes before Aleric accepts that to continue with it would spoil the fun and wonder of what he has done. But one of the funniest things is that, although Aleric's voice is beginning to break, Yokiko's voice is deeper, and rather than hearing a cat when he tries to meow, it's like listening to a dog growling.
So, song over and both boys return to their places to a rapturous round of applause from us all, and then they sit together, laughing and giggling. And I can tell you that although the Japanese are yellow skinned, they can blush pink when they're embarrassed, and Yokiko is almost a bright red!
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The boys have gone to bed, the ladies too, but Mr Miyagi and I are in his special room enjoying a few drinks. I've chosen a nice Bourbon, and he's drinking Saki. We discuss quite a few things, and then he looks at me and says, "The boys get on very well together."
I know where he's going. He's sounding me out for what I know about them, but I decide to keep my counsel. If he can't work it out then that's his problem. I'm pretty sure he already has regarding the boys, but it's the other side that he can't quite fathom out... how it's affecting me and Aleric. He'll never know that. There are some things that will always belong only to me and my boy, and even Aleric's family are not privileged to know everything. Some things are better kept from them. But I can help him out a little, so I allow the interrogation to continue, but on my terms. "Indeed they do. They really enjoy each other's company. I look forward to them spending more time together." Then my brain really clicks in. Before I met Aleric, I saw my parents regularly. Well, at least three times a year, not because I'm overly affectionate towards them, but because I did it out of respect. But because of what's happened and is happening, and the fact that I promised Aleric I wouldn't be travelling so much now, I'm thinking it might be Christmas next before I get to see them. But I have an `out' now. If I can swing it that is, and that's why I say, "Could Yokiko come to stay with us late July? By that time the Hahn family will be in their new home by the Wannsee, and he'll enjoy it there. I won't be there though. I intend to nip over to the US and stay with my parents for a week late July."
Mr Miyagi nods as he's thinking. "Yes, I'm sure we could arrange that. That's if they're still of the same disposition?"
His comment is also a question, and I know he wants confirmation of his own thoughts. I take a sip of my Bourbon and grin at him. "You've seen them this evening. I reckon there's a very good chance they'll both jump at the opportunity." I grin even wider. "I hope you've arranged for unlimited calls on Yokiko's mobile telephony bill. I suspect the ethernet will be red hot between this house and the Hahn household in the next few months."
He laughs. "I'll arrange it."
Then I add something that leaves no ambiguity. "Make sure Yokiko has an encrypted connection. We don't want the world and his dog to know their business, do we?"
Again he laughs. We are on the same wavelength! "I'll make sure it is." Then, almost at the end of our conversation, he asks, "Are you sure you're fine with the boys seeing each other, Gareth?"
I chuckle inwardly. I'm not surprised he can't work it out fully. How could he? Only Aleric and I know the full mechanics of our complex relationship. Oh, and his mother. Nothing gets past Gretel. She will understand what's going on, and I'm sure the situation will have her blessing. She worries not only about her precious boy... she worries about me too. Oh yes... she'll soon work it out. And that's why I tell Mr Miyagi, "I have absolutely no problems with it. It will be good for both of them."
Ten minutes later, at just past midnight, we go to bed. It's now Sunday. I've had confirmation that our flight has been rearranged to take off at 10am Tokyo time and after the fifteen hour flight, will arrive in Berlin at 5pm local time. Sorry, Gretel, but I think your boy will not be going to school on Monday. He'll be knackered, especially because right now he won't be going to sleep. This last night together with Yokiko will be special. It will have to be. Whatever they get up to will have to last them until July.
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(Meanwhile, while it's midnight in Tokyo, it's 5pm in Velilla de San Esteban, Spain.)
Herr Biermaier.
I'm not sure if I'm pleased or disappointed when Pieter Brucher, my friend and the owner of this property, phones me and tells me that he's about to set off from Germany and will be staying here for a while. I ask him if he would like me to vacate the premises and find accommodation elsewhere, but he's insistent that I stay. He says he wants to show off his new acquisition, a beautiful fifteen year old boy from Bavaria who has left his abusive parents. Then he laughs when he explains the paradox of their liaison. The boy, Tim, although he's running away from abusive parents, is into S&M in a big way.
After the call I sit on the patio and consider things. I like a bit of S&M myself, but compared to Pieter Brucher, I'm a pussy cat. He's into it big time. The room downstairs is testament to that. I've used it. In fact Raul Ramirez enjoys being tied to the wooden bed, gagged, and used. It's our little game, he pretending that I'm raping him while he squirms. But his little pinkler is always nail hard while he's squirming, and he stops squirming when he climaxes. Then he allows me to truss him up in the doggy position and have my evil way with him. But there are never any complaints when he pockets his forty Euros and scuttles off home. We're getting used to each other, Raul and I, and I'm enjoying it.
But what will happen when Pieter arrives? Will Raul stop coming? He's told me that Pieter has taken him to the room downstairs, but he's never elaborated on what they did. Surely Pieter would not commit such sadistic things he's capable of on a boy as young as Raul? Surely not! But I do recall that Raul took his time before he really trusted me. Is that because of what Pieter has done to him? I just can't see Raul allowing Pieter to do his worst on him. No, Pieter would have eased him gently into his sadistic world. And Pieter likes boys older than Raul. Fifteen is his perfect age of attraction. Raul is just twelve.
My thoughts are broken when I see a small head looking over the garden wall. I wait to see two heads, but there is only one... little Carlos.
Thirty minutes later and we're in the house and I'm drying the little boy's naked body after he's been swimming. His little pinkler is at full attention. I grin at him and say, "Sol?"
He points to my shorts. "Sol?"
Half an hour and two boy climaxes later, with his gorgeous little bottom still leaking my semen, he scuttles away, happy with his hard earned five Euros, and I settle back to an evening watching the TV.
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(Meanwhile, while it's midnight in Tokyo, it's 5pm and a wet evening in Berlin.)
On the Großbeerenstraße, three hundred metres north of Wartenburgstraße.
The sound of Police sirens echo from the five story buildings that line the street. Two police cars are in hot pursuit of a stolen black BMW. The occupants of the stolen car are two men wanted for a robbery at a jewellers in Moabit, North-West Berlin. One of the occupants is a notorious criminal, an escaped convict who was serving a life sentence for two murders he committed seven years ago. But both men are ruthless and intent of evading capture, whatever carnage they leave in their wake. However, on the Großbeerenstraße, three hundred metres north of Wartenburgstraße, their journey comes to a sudden end. The driver of a silver VW Polo, an elderly lady who is partially deaf pulls out from her parking spot and decides to do a u-turn to go the opposite way to that her car is pointed. Unfortunately, even though Großbeerenstraße is a wide road, lines of parked cars each side of it cause her to drive very slowly. And that's why, even though the BMW has amazing brakes, because the road is wet and slippery, the black car containing the two criminals slams into the side of the Polo whilst it's doing approximately 140 kilometres per hour.
The elderly lady dies instantly. But the resulting carnage is far more deadly. The impact of the collision causes the Polo to soar through the air, and it hurtles onto the pavement, right onto a group of pedestrians who have stopped to see what's happening when they heard the sound of the police sirens.
The two police cars scream to a halt, and for a moment everything in the street is completely stationary. And then the sound of wailing, from the conscious injured. Three pedestrians are not wailing. They are either dead or unconscious. Both criminals, neither wearing seat belts, are dead... their stupid brains splattered on the interior of the roof of the BMW. There will be few grieving for those two, but for the others, the innocent bystanders who are lying injured or dead on the pavement or crushed under the silver car, there will be gnashing of teeth and grief like no other when their fate is known to those who love them.
For one of the innocents involved, for two people five and a half thousand miles away, it will be a few hours before they are aware of the torment they have yet to experience, and it will not be until the morning until they learn of this terrible tragedy.
To be continued...
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