Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2023 17:53:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlikely Muse 10

New characters from "The Watcher and the Watched" are introduced in this
chapter. They are also found in other stories of mine related to all of the
characters in "Costa Rican Connection". N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m
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"Shower anyone," Bill finally asked and got a full round of "yes's" so off
we trundled. Like everything else in Bill's suite of rooms the bathroom was
massive and the shower equally so. For openers it had no door but sat
behind a wall that was waist high then all glass to the ceiling. A large
window opposite looked out onto the lake. The room was easily 15 feet long
and half that wide. When you walked in there were towel warming racks then
farther in three rainmaker shower heads and a wall of 18 six inch square 4
way directional shower heads. Two shower wands were also present. A shower
caddy was built into the wall and below it a full tiled bench. The
combination of shower head allowed a person to be totally enveloped in a
warm rain storm. Naturally the entire bathroom floor was heated.

We chatted as we groomed, gave each other shoulder rubs which earned lots
of purring from the new boys. For the brothers it had been an awesome
experience and they hoped they could do some more, beyond the rest of the
evening that is. Luca declared he planned on commandeering my body for his
own pleasure and that got a laugh from everyone.

As we were drying off Bill asked if anyone was up for dessert, silly
question, so we tossed on underwear and tromped down to the kitchen where a
still warm strudel was cooling on the counter. Luca pulled chilled glasses
from the freezer and poured milk while Bill plated large servings of the
dessert. Everybody fairly swooned with the first bite. The fluffy puffed
pastry was filled with apples, apricots, raisins, cherries, raspberries and
spices in a spice based sauce, the pastry topped off with powdered sugar
and a light dusting of cinnamon and small flakes of chocolate.

As we were finishing Bill's cell phone rang. Clothed or unclothed, it never
left his side. He answered and we were privy to his side of the
conversation which went; "Sure, no problem. How are they getting there?" A
pause then, "how about I pick the boys up in the jet and save you the
drive." More pause then, "I'll have a friend and his boy with me." Pause
then, "Fine, we'll pick them at Kastrup around 10am tomorrow."

"So," Bill said to me after hanging up, "how do you feel about a flight to
Copenhagen then down to Montreux and hanging out for a few days? My cousins
need to get into the studio to rework some tracks on their new album and
requested to stay at my home there." Luca was excited about seeing them
again and since Archer had recently been exposed to the band he was all for
it as well. I had no problem with it. I'd seen their pictures and they were
hot as all fuck. That didn't mean I'd get to engage with them but if the
opportunity presented itself I'd never turn it down.

"I guess you two will have to go home a little earlier than planned," Bill
said to Urs and Elias."

"That's okay Bill," Urs said, "We feel lucky to have gotten this time with
you. Hopefully we'll get to do it again."

"Thanks for understanding Urs, and yes, there will definitely be a next
time."

That said we retired to Bill's bedroom for round two and ended up sticking
to the previous configuration. Luca had insisted that I fuck him and who am
I to refuse an adorable boy his desires. We went through the usual "warm
ups" during which Urs participated wherever he could which mean he sucked
my dick and even rimmed me for a bit. When I was rimming, Luca Urs engaged
the boy in some deep throated kissing then let Luca suck on his cock.

Archer was playing the same role with Bill and Elias and from time to time
I caught glimpses of him performing his due diligence on Bill or Elias. I
made eye contact with Archer a couple times and always got a smile, wink,
and thrown kiss.

I'm ready to have your big cock in my ass Remy," Luca finally
announced. That was fine with me because I was ready as well. I kissed and
tongued on Luca while Urs got us lubed up then we got the 12 year onto his
back, Bill had verified his age earlier. I got into position, touched our
respective body parts then pushed.

"Go ahead and just ram it in there Remy, I can handle it." I pushed harder
and in I went just as pretty as you please. Luca grunted but told me not to
stop so I kept on going until my pubic hair touched his balls. "Oh yeah
Remy it feels good. Si adatta perfettamente"-it fits perfectly-

I held his legs back and fucked him from a kneeling position. I could raise
his ass up so that i was plunging straight into his tight little ass, and
yes, it was tight. But then, what boys' asshol isn't tight. Regardless I
fucked him. He asked Urs to give him some cock to suck and in less time
than it takes to type it the blonde hottie had his dick in Luca's mouth.

Urs made eye contact with and smiled to i reached out and put my hand on
his slender neck and had him move his upper body and in seconds we were
kissing. I was grateful for my ability to multi-task although this was more
along the lines of tap your headh rub your belly at the same time.

I finally slipped my arms under his legs then planted my palms on the bed
and began really fuck the shit out of him. Luca was the kind of boy who
really insisted on being power fucked from the get go. Bill would tell me
that the boy loved role playing a rape scene and being force fucked. Of
course it was never forced but was orhcestrated.

"Sì Remy, scopami forte, fottimi alla cieca." Yeah Remy fucke me hard,
fuck me blind." I changed out my speed to where i pulled out of him
somewhat slowly then slammed my cock back inside. If you have ever seen a
horse fuck, it's like that." Luc cried out each time i did it and I knew he
was loving it.

He gave up sucking on Urs' cock so the teen moved up alongside me and
rubbed my back and played with my ass. He took some moments to slide his
hand down and feel on my balls and as he brought his hand up he let his
finger play around my ass hole.

"Urs, lube up your finger and put it in my ass," I told him. He quickly did
as I asked and was soon finger fucking me. It spurred me on to fuck the boy
harder. I felt my body beginning to change and would soon be at that place
where I could cum. Naturally I would stave it off until Luca cummed.

"Mi fanno di sperma Remy, cazzo di me di sperma," Luca groaned as his hand
gripped my forearms. "Make cum Remy, fuck me to a cum."

I should note here that I speak multiple languages fluently. French of
course and English but also Italian, German Russian and Portugese. I was
more than passable in Mandarin and also Indonesian mostly because it was
spoken in so many countries. Yes, my IQ was high but also it seemed like i
had a knack for languages even in secondary school, a must in our
profession according to my grandfather. I could easily teach at college
level or even work as a translator if demand for my current profession went
by the wayside, unlikely as that was.

Another 2 dozen thrusts of my cock brought Luca to an orgasm which was loud
and accompanied by a great deal of body movement. He spoke rapidly in
Italian, which I won't bother to put in words, the usual things that vocal
boys utter when cumming. Of course his asshole gripped me tightly and I let
myself go and pumped in a solid 6 jets of sperm into the boy.

Urs pulled his finger out of my ass as I slowed down then trotted off the
to the bathroom to wash his finger. I doubted there were any surprised but
hygiene is important.

Luca put his arms around my neck and pulled me down, rising up to meet me,
then planted his mouth against mine. "E ' stato un cazzo perfetto Remy,
grazie", he said when he stopped kissing me. I repeated it back to him
using his name, telling him it was indeed a perfect fuck.

Next to us the other trio had separated and headed to the shower so I
managed to get off the bed with Luca still impaled on my cock, and carried
the boy to the shower.

"I'm about done it," Bill said, "The days of fucking all night are a thing
of the past." I didn't know the man's exact age but I knew he was in his
early 70's. Out of the shower, he told Elias that he was more than welcome
to sleep with the rest of us and we all trundled off to bed.  Fortunately
the bed, while not as big as Bill's was still more than adequate for the 4
of us.

Urs asked his brother how it had gone and the boys was ecstatic, saying it
was everything he'd hoped for. "I know I'm a gay boy Urs so it was
perfect." Interesting that Luca and Elias would use the same words.

"I am very happy for you little brother," Urs said then kissed the boy on
the mouth.

In my bed Archer lamented that fact that he hadn't gotten fucked. Urs
jumped right in and volunteered to remedy the situation and Archer readily
accepted, knowing well that he didn't need my permission.

"Perhaps then you could fuck me Remy," Elias suggested, "I think I would
like to try a bigger cock." I didn't hesitate to take the boy up on his
offer and so it was that the four of us began the preliminaries to getting
both younglings properly fucked.

I won't go into the details because it was a pretty straightforward affair,
no pun intended. It was always hot for me to watch Archer with another boy,
especially a cute as all hell sperming boy. Elias was an adorable bundle of
young boy who was a very enthusiastic bed partner.

We all went through the usual foreplay antics, both younglings got their
asshole licked and fingered until they begged to be dicked. Well, not
exactly begged, more like demanded. They were pretty straightforward
couplings, missionary position with their knees almost next to their
ears. We pounded both boys with wild abandon, both bottoms' moaning and
groaning with Archer crying out for more and demanding it harder. My young
lover was mad for fucking and for the millionth time I offered thanks to
the universe that placed Archer in my life.

Hot little Elias was the first to cum which made me the second and it
wasn't much longer before Archer and Urs got their cum on. We didn't bother
to shower afterward but simply fell asleep in each other's arms, Archer
with me and the brother's together.

We flew out of Zurich at the appointed time in Bill's new global 8000 which
seated 19 and had a small bedroom as well as a dedicated crew suite. The
Global had a range of 8000 nm which was why he purchased it. We landed in
Copenhagen shortly after 10 am and taxied to the private terminal where a
stretch limo sat waiting. As soon as we stopped the doors opened and out
stepped 3 teenage boys and a man. And they were gorgeous, the boys that is,
although the man was handsome enough.

Just under 6 feet tall, if I had to guess, and slender they all sported
beyond nipple length blonde hair. As soon as the ladder dropped they came
up and in and I reassessed them as stunning and identical. Bill greeted the
boys warmly with hugs and mouth to mouth kisses then hugged the man who
came in with them.

Bill then introduced us to Evar, Gunnar, and Jorge, not that I would be
able to tell the difference.

"Aren't you the cutest thing," one of them said to Archer.  "Adorable," a
2nd boy said.

"And cuddly I'd bet," said the 3rd boy.

"Stop," Bill said with a chuckle then to me, "they can drive you crazy with
their ongoing chatter and cause whiplash as well. It's like they have one
brain and 3 mouths." He introduced us to Jordon, their manager, while the
triplets gave Luca hugs and kisses.

"I appreciate this Bill," Jordon said, "I've got too many meetings so can't
babysit them."

"He's joking," one of the boys said.

"We don't need a sitter," said another.

"Kill it," Bill interjected with a palm up as if warding off evil. There
was a little more light talk then Jordon left after hugs and mouth to mouth
kisses from the boys. The intimacy between them was unmistakable and all of
that was clarified a moment later then Bill pointed to Archer and me then
said to them,

"They're family." They boys then gave both me and Archer a good look over.

"Does that mean that you'll fuck us Remy," one of them said.

"Only if I can remember whose who," I said. Archer jumped right in.

"It's the earrings Remy," my boy said. That got lots of whoops and hollers
from all 3.

"Very few people notice that," Evar said, he wearing the emerald earring.

"Jordon was the first one," Jorge added, the jade earring.

"Then our cousin Dane," Gunnar said, his earring a garnet. Bill's hand went
up.

"Sorry Bill," the said in 3 part harmony.

One of the things I noticed as they moved about the cabin was that they had
incredibly narrow butts and the bulge in front hinted at special gifts.

"We're ready to go sir," the pilot said so we all buckled in and 6 minutes
later were airborne.

The boys asked Bill if Dane was going to be coming during the summer and
Bill said definitely, along with a newfound cousin. That generated plenty
of questions so Bill gave them the basics. London was 11 years old, boy
that lived in Connecticut with his father, the boy having recently been
discovered after being named heir to his grandfather's considerable
fortune. Of course they wanted to know if the boy and his father were
family and Bill said he assumed so but didn't know for sure.

The flight to Montreux was just shy of 2 hours so everybody got to know
each other. "We have to redo some minor vocal parts for the new album,"
Evar said, "no instruments although we might have an opportunity to try out
a new song we've written.

Further discussion revealed that most of the bands' music was about
positive things in life, no mention of drugs, gangs, or even sex although
there were some veiled lyrics to that end.  "We're just good wholesome
boys," Jorge said.

"Every parents dream," Gunnar added. Surprisingly Evar didn't add anything
to that thread.  We were met at Siron airport by a stretch limo and
transported to Montreux and straight to the studio where the boys got right
down to work. Bill ordered sandwiches and sodas delivered from a high end
restaurant nearby.

I thought it would be boring watching the boys do take after take trying to
get things perfect but it wasn't. Archer was enthralled with the triplets
and I'm here to tell you, very little got my boy to that emotional state.

They called it quits at 6 and when we piled in the limo Bill said he'd
already made reservations for dinner at Chez John The Roadhouse which I
knew to be just about the best restaurant in a city that had over a dozen
Michelin star eateries. I wondered how Bill had wrangled a reservation on
such short notice. Turns out they have a couple of private rooms that they
keep for last minute reservations. Only a handful of people even know they
exist and they are strictly same day reservations which cost $250 just to
reserve. Meals start at $75 per.

On the way to our private room the boys were stopped by an A-list actor and
his wife who asked the boys for autographs for a couple of their kids. They
were also nabbed by 2 members of a band that had been up for 3 Grammy's the
year before, one for best album. They asked about maybe sitting with the
boys some time and were thus invited to the studio the following day. They
were also invited to sit in on a new song the boys wanted to record. The
men were like schoolboys they were so excited.

Dinner was goddamned good and even though Bill left a sizable tip I tossed
two hundred in Swiss francs on the table as well.

The limo took us to Bill's stunning mid19th century 3 story chateau on the
hillside above lake Geneva. The place was large and castle like in that it
had plenty of turreted spires that resembled the queen Anne style. It
sported 20 rooms, 11 of them bedrooms, 14½ baths, 15 foot hand painted
ceilings, lots of dark wood, 150 year old stained glass in abundance and as
I said, a stunning view of the Lake.

A tour of the property revealed 4 levels, the bottom level only steps above
the lake. As such there were stairways all over the place, beautiful
garden's and tons of privacy hedges with archways cut into them leading us
around the grounds. 3 distinct areas were stone patio's for lounging or
eating and a decent sized pool sat close to the house.

The inside was just as stunning as the outside, filled with antiques as
well as a fully modernized chef's kitchen that could handle meals of 40-50
people at a pop.

 "I plan on turning in early," Bill said, "so let me show you to your
rooms." We were on the 3rd floor and as we entered the room that Archer and
I would be in we got a bit of a surprise. It had a bed similar to Bill's
room in Zurich only slightly smaller. "In anticipation of guests," the man
said with a grin.

"This room is our favorite," Jorge said.

"Whenever we stay here," Gunnar added.

"Because it's a great playground," Evar ended, then all 3 made the motion
of their lips being zipped which saved Bill the effort.

"Regardless boys, the room next door is yours, not that you'll spend any
time in it." He showed us the back stairs that led down to the pool to
avoid traipsing through the house, naked and wet.  About that time Bill's
cell phone rang and he stepped out of the room.

"Can I hang out with you guys," Luca asked. "Bill won't mind but I'll ask
him anyhow."

Bill signaled for me to join him. "I've got you a 4 man team out of
Morocco. Very talented, very professional and can follow directions to a
T. I'm familiar with their work. It'll cost you a half mil plus
expenses. You want to move ahead?" I gave him the go ahead. "How much time
to set it up," he asked and I said one week. He talked some more then hung
up.

"They'll fly into other countries then train to Paris. You do your
preparations, get the stuff to me and I'll get it to a cutout. You'll need
to pay half up front which I'll take care of tomorrow and you can get me
the money later."  All of it was exactly how I would do it.

"The setup. Let me handle that as well. I'll use a Russian guy I know who
could scare a statue without saying a word. Also, if you don't have a place
in mind I can arrange for that as well." I agreed to all of it.

"I don't know how to thank you Bill," I said. He waved it off.

"What are friends for besides you resolved a problem for me a few years
back for which I am eternally grateful." I just nodded my head. I had
resolved an issue for him and I knew he was grateful for it.

The boys came out of the bedroom and Luca asked if he could spend the night
with us.  "Sure thing sweet boy. I could use the rest." That caused a
gaggle of giggles.

On that note Bill said he was going to turn in and would see us all in the
morning. Bill was one of those people who, when it was time for rest he
took it regardless of the time of day almost without regard to what was
going on around him. Since it was barely 9pm I knew he'd be up and at it by
5am fresh and ready to go, dapper in his usual dark 3 piece suit with a
blood red tie, matching handkerchief and carnation.

"I don't see a need to shower," Evar said, "we showered just before we
boarded the plane."

"Nothing but a little piss has passed through our portals," Jorge added.

"Tomorrow morning will be a different story," Gunnar tossed out. I held up
a palm and got shy grins in return. I wanted a shower and said
so. Everybody started stripping, leaving clothes where they stood.

"Somebody call animal control," Archer all but yelled, "there's pythons
loose in the house." Along with all their other attributes the triplets
were hung like elephants. I was well enough endowed but the boys were
larger by an inch at least. Their cocks hung out of thatches of sandy
blonde pubic hair like baby elephant trunks, thick and reaching over
halfway to their knees. All were uncut, all had large balls with a
smattering of hair and hung fairly low.

"Great cock Remy," Jorge said. "I want that thing in my ass." There was a
murmuring of agreement but no other comment. Luca declared that he wanted
Gunnar to fuck him and Evar said,

"Looks like you're stuck with me Archer."

"I plan to be stuck by you. Besides, I can always close my eyes and pretend
it's any of you." Evar offered up a faux expression of being hurt then
laughed.

"I'd be happy to shower with you Remy," Jorge said coyly, "that is if you
want company."

"Absolutely," I said, "I never pass up the opportunity to spend time in the
shower with a wet squirming boy."

"With a big cock," he responded.

"With any cock," I countered, "but especially a big cock and a stellar
ass." I had gotten glimpses of the boys' butts and they were like the Mona
Lisa's of adolescent butts. Pure perfection.  All 3 boys had delicious
bodies, all the creases and crevice's right where they were supposed to be,
highlighting the muscles they framed. I expected that it was going to be a
busy evening.

In the shower we traded washing each other including a shoulder
massage. When Jorge finished rinsing me off he dropped to his knees and got
busy sucking my cock. The boy was already fully hard and I have to say, his
rock hard rod was just as stunning as the rest of him. His cock sucking
skills were exceptionally but then he had some impressive cocks to practice
on and if I had to guess I'd bet on a daily basis.

We manage to get some heavy duty kissing done and that's where the wet
squirming boy part comes in. Jorge was an extremely passionate kisser. The
boy used his tongue almost throughout the entire session and did so
creatively, running the tip along my teeth and gums as well as the inside
of my cheek when it wasn't battling my tongue for supremacy. When backing
off on a kiss he often sucked my tongue or my lip, pulling the lower lip
out far enough to drop a dip in it, if we had any.

Once, when her broke the kiss he practically growled at me. "God Remy,
kissing makes me hotter than a sauna," he said in a deep husky voice," the
pushed me back against the shower wall and went at me with even more
aggression. "I would almost prefer kissing to sucking cock," he said when
he backed off the next time, "but not quite." He held the sides of my head
as if trying to prevent me from escaping, not that escape was anywhere in
my plan. He left my mouth, kissed my cheek, my nose, my chin then went back
at it again almost sticking his tongue down my throat.

I rubbed Jorge's back and of course clutched his goddamned perfect taut
ass. As he deep throated me he ground his enormous hard cock against me,
dry humping me. At that point we were still quite soapy so it turned into
frottage. I loved frottage but doing it with Archer fell a little short for
me because he was so short. Jorge was my height and thus was able to be
entirely flush against my body. Naturally it made him even hotter so his
moans and whimpers became louder.

"I want your to fuck me right here in the shower Remy. Not cum maybe but
just to get a taste of your cock in my ass." I was okay with that too, even
to a point of cumming in the shower. The night was still young, we could go
again when we got back in bed.

I grabbed the hair conditioner and slathered my cock and his asshole then
Jorge bend over and leaned against the shower wall and hiked 1 foot onto
the shower seat. As I pulled a butt cheek open I said, "I want my face in
here before the night is over."

"We can agree on that," he murmured. I got up to him and he squatted
slightly. It didn't take much to slip inside of him, accompanied by a soft
grunt on his part. "Don't wait Remy, just get it in there." I got it in
there then got to work. Jorge worked his ass while I fucked him and thus
generating different feelings. All the while he muttered how good it was,
to keep going and of course, to fuck him harder. I ran a hand around front
and took hold of his raging hard baseball bat and stroked him while I
fucked him.

"Stop Remy let me turn around." Once there I went back inside and thus we
kissed like demons while we fucked. The kid was hotter than a firecracker
fart and his hotness bled onto me. I knew that I'd cum pretty fast if we
didn't stop. Whether the Dane boy sense that or not, I don't know but he
finally called for me to stop.

"Let's get to the bed where you give me a proper fucking," he said after
another half minute of lip sucking deepthroated kissing. We cleaned up our
respective parts and got dried off but no without touching kissing
squeezing and fondling. We finally made it into the bedroom to find Luca
riding Gunnar and Jorge deep inside Archer who was on his back with his
knees almost next to his ears. Both younglings were moaning like beaten
dogs.

Jorge and I lubed up and he got on his back. Much as I wanted to rim the
kid I really needed to cum and I could tell that Jorge did as well. I
slipped back inside of him, dropped my palms on the bed and started to fuck
him. In the bathroom and standing up is simply not the best position for
fucking. Sure, it can be fun as a change of pace, just like other positions
could be, but for a solid heavy duty fucking, upright just didn't work for
me. On his back with me on top was an entirely different story, the
position making it almost perfect for long term power fucking. And I did
just that, right from the get go.

Sometimes, sexual intercourse can have a very animalistic feel to it,
exactly like an animal. It becomes rutting and not love making not that
there's anything wrong with that. Archer and I watched porn together
sometimes as a prelude to sex. Having been fucked by a dog on a few
occasions, he commented on how different it was from being fucked by a
man. In his opinion dogs didn't fuck for pleasure they fucked for need, to
continue the species.

"I feel like that sometimes Remy," he told me. "I want it rough; I want it
hard,; I want it to hurt. It's almost like; if I don't get it that way I'll
die. It's like my life depends on it."  I certainly knew that from
experience, as I've described in earlier chapters. Archer could be like a
wildcat, biting scratching and clawing his way to an orgasm. That was what
it was like fucking Jorge. We both felt that need to breed, to
procreate. We both went at it like dogs.

I fucked that kid good and hard the second my cock got embedded in his
asshole. It was so powerful that afterwards, the other 4 commented on
it. Jorge at times clung on for dear life, his arms and legs wrapped around
me and clinging to me as I pounded his ass with a vengeance. It was like I
was compelled to kill him by cock. He clawed my back, he literally screamed
out for more. Before it was over I had sweat dripping off my face onto the
pillow and even Jorge's forehead. When we kissed during the fucking it too
was almost violent.

I had no concept of what the other 4 were doing, other than fucking I
mean. They didn't exist as I hammered Jorge, nothing did, only my cock
slamming his adolescent pussy. It went on for 10 minutes before I finally
came which was brought on by Jorge's very loud orgasm, his asshole putting
a stranglehold on my cock. I saw stars, I felt faint yet I kept on fucking
just like Archer had described it; like our lives depended on it. I tended
to work out almost daily but fucking Jorge made me pant, grunt, and breathe
as if I'd been in a triathlon. It wasn't until it was done that I saw tears
running down Jorge's smooth pale face.

"Jesus fucking Christ on a broken assed crutch Remy," Archer exclaimed once
I'd stopped moving. I glance around and the 4 of them were all but staring
at us. "That was fucking awesome."

"I never seen anything like that," Evar said and uncharacteristically,
Gunnar didn't say a word.

"I have never been fucked like that Remy," Jorge said, he too clearly taken
by the performance. "I wanna move to your house, no offence Archer," he
said as he glanced at my young lover, "I want to have your baby." That got
laughs from everybody. We all adjourned to the shower which was a hell of a
lot of fun.

Back in bed I teamed up with Gunnar and in his case, I got my face between
his glorious butt cheeks for a good solid rimming. I fucked him face down
on the bed, something he requested. It wasn't quite on the same level as
fucking Jorge but as they say, there's no such thing as a bad fuck.

Bill ended up not working for the 3 days we spent in Montreux, which was
very unusual for him. We spent much of the days in the studio which was a
lot of fun. The two guys he met at dinner showed up and watched. There was
another rock and roll luminary working on some things and the 3 other
musicians joined in on a new song that the triplets had written. The
practice sessions went so well that they recorded it and the song went on
the new album. We all lunched together and the other musicians were quite
taken with Archer and extended invitations to their next concert tours.

The nights were a repeat of the first night, the first of them all in
Bill's bed and the last 2 Bill and Luca alone in his bed. I fucked the
triplets a couple times each and two of them fucked me, which was a thrill,
but none of our couplings matched the intensity of that first night with
Jorge.  When they departed the plane in Copenhagen they invited us to spend
some time with them on their upcoming tour. And we made arrangements for
them to stay at our house when they did their Paris shows.

Back at home Archer and I didn't have sex for 4 days, he stating that he
was pretty much "fucked out".

"POLICE OFFICER KIDNAPPED, ASSAULTED, THEN ARRESTED"

"A High ranking member of the Sûreté, Capitan Henri Chapelle, has
been arrested and charged with 1st degree murder in the deaths of at least
10 children, mostly preteen females. He was kidnapped 2 days prior by a
group of unknown thugs and held in an abandon warehouse.

The arrest comes after Kidnappers gave the police the location of where
Chapelle was being held. The police rescue team found him bound and naked
from the waist down in the abandon warehouse office. As the rescuers
approached the kneeling man from the side an explosion like a shotgun blast
was heard followed by Chapelle's blood curdling scream. Officers rushed to
him and found that his entire genitalia had been completely blown off. Per
instructions from the kidnappers a physician was with the rescue team and
immediately began attending to the grisly wound before a waiting ambulance
transported Chapelle to a hospital for emergency surgery.

The kidnappers mailed a video to the media of Chapelle's interrogation and
admission to the murders that were carried out over 4 years and happened
while he was sexually assaulting the victims. In the video Chapelle
identified himself, stated that he is not being tortured, and answers
questions offering proof of his acts including the names of some of the
victims. A second video shows the police entering the warehouse where he
was being held, approaching Chapelle whose upper body was visible. The
video records the explosion and Chapelle's reaction. The video does not
show the wound but police captain Marcel Gagineaux said the images of it
are ghastly and like nothing he's ever seen."


The headline was emblazoned across the front page of every newspaper in
France and much of Europe on Sunday morning. The article provided a great
deal more information about the crimes. In it Chapelle stated that he'd
been given a choice of confessing and staying alive or experiencing a very
long and very painful death. A full description of the torture was made
very clear to him at the outset. He of course was not told about the
maiming, although he probably didn't believe he would be allowed to live.

I had set the plan in motion soon after getting back home from Switzerland
and it was carried out that Saturday evening. In the group of 5 men that
carried out the deed only one spoke and he through a voice enhancer which
altered the speakers' voice. Only after the kidnappers left did they
contact the police with the police officer's whereabouts.

Of course I had live streamed everything including the actual explosion and
its aftermath which showed the complete removal of his balls as well as his
cock. Of course there was powder burn on his inner thighs. The only thing
left was a thatch of pubic hair. I had designed the entire operation from
the interrogation questions, the position he was in and the apparatus that
did the grisly task in order to limit the damage to only his plumbing. It
had worked perfectly. I allowed Archer to be a part of the planning and to
watch the show which he declared was the perfect solution. The small
camera's doing the recording were destroyed by acid before the police could
have found them, if they had even looked.

"Better than outright killing him Remy," my boy had said, "although I would
have made it last for hours before he died." I had no doubt what so ever
that Archer could and would have done so. I had created a little radio
controlled device that did resemble a shotgun shell filled with double
ought buck. While it did fire into his genitals the device only contained
enough gunpowder to do the job, the buckshot being absorbed into a large
mass of very thick putty mounted on a 3 inch thick piece of wood just 2
feet in front of where the victim knelt.  There was no need to harm anyone
else.

The police had no leads as to the identity of the assailants and
considering the reasons for it I didn't believe that they put a great deal
of effort into searching. In everybody's mind, including Archers and mine,
justice had been served.

As a post note, Chapelle ended up getting a life sentence in prison of
which he served only 3 months. He was found slaughtered in an out of the
way prison bathroom, his face almost unrecognizable, many of his bones
broken. The autopsy revealed that the bones had been broken prior to his
passing.

Justice was believed to finally be served in full.

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