Date: Thu, 1 May 2014 18:34:45 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Father's Curse Pt.4

			     A Father's Curse
				 Chapter 4

The yacht wallowed in the uneven swell after the terrorists had gone while
the captain had his crew check the damage. The engineers saw immediately
that there was no hope of repairing the damage to the main engines. They
checked the launches as well where they also found wrecked engines. The
communications room was a shambles but the radio officer told the captain
he had enough undamaged pieces to build a basic transmitter, but it would
take a long time. It turned out that he was quicker building a new radio
than the captain was attracting the attention of any other sea traffic,
despite sending up distress rockets during the day and that night.
Thirty-six hours after the attack the ship managed to get off a distress
message picked up on Stromboli. The captain was picked up by a boat from
the island and given every facility to contact the Leyton Media Company's
HQ. He spoke to John telling him what had happened.

Instead of wringing his hands at the loss of his son he interrogated the
captain about the stewards and the people that had boarded from the
boats. It was soon established that the highest probability was that they
were all Iranian. That immediately rang bells in John's brain. Abdul Morcas
had threatened revenge for the ruination of his company, now it appeared he
was getting it.

John's head of security was a Brit. A retired Marine half colonel who had
spent his last years in the British forces in intelligence. The man had
proved himself a genius at protecting Leyton Media and its personnel ever
since John recruited him five years previously. When John had finished
interrogating the captain and put his head of services onto sorting out the
yacht he sent for this man.

"Alex, my son and his friend have been abducted from the yacht somewhere
off the island of Stromboli.  I am heavily of the opinion that an Iranian
called Abdul Morcas is behind this act of terrorism. I will keep you
updated on any more information as I get it. The files and pictures of two
men will be on your desk by the time you get back to your office, they were
the crew members that achieved the abduction. Get at it man, and there is
no budget to work to, the only directive is get my son back."

Alex was on the job in less than five minutes with his two deputies taking
their briefings. With his contacts in British Military Intelligence and his
American contacts carefully garnered during his five years with Leyton
Media, Alex had the identity of the two stewards confirmed in less than
twelve hours. A call to John followed.

"This man Morcas is either an idiot or supremely over confidant, Boss. The
two stewards are his youngest son, Sharif, and his nephew. Both of them are
on file with British and American intelligence. Both wanted in conjunction
with other terrorist acts. They never travel outside of Iran without
careful disguises normally and false passports. In my opinion this was an
act of bravado on the part of Morcas to show you how easily he can get at
you. I'll get back to you as soon as I have more."

John Leyton wasn't lacking in the courage department but this news made him
extremely frightened. He had seen some of the acts of punishment carried
out by clerics showing Sharia law in practice, the brutality was mind
numbing. Limbs maimed or severed completely for quite minor crimes. In the
case of men, removal of their reproductive organs, whippings, stoning's,
those usually to the death. What would he do to two innocent boys where
there would be no restraints on his actions?

The trail was dead, the intelligence services for all their help couldn't
find any trace of Morcas or his son. The aircraft used to fly out of
Stromboli was on a false registration and was also lost. Two weeks of
nonstop work had turned up nothing. John was going frantic. Then the first
contact was made in the form of a large envelope containing a note and a
batch of photos. The note read:

Do not worry my friend, for now. We are keeping your boys entertained. The
three boys in the photo are enjoying the bodies of your son and his friend,
keeping them well satisfied being treated like women. Being sodomised
several times every day is opening up their anuses ready to receive Ishmael
my young friend taken from a tribe in Africa renowned for their substantial
appendages.

Ishmael will sodomise young Jay in a few weeks' time. We will send you a
video of the whole action so that you can prepare yourself for the video of
the same action but involving your son. After that one, we will enjoy
filming Ishmael and my animal taking turns fucking your son until they
can't get erections. That photo is the other one in the envelope.

John took the three photos from the envelope and spread them on his
desk. They brought tears to his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that
those penises buried in Jay and his son would render the most awful pain
and damage to their insides. He had to find them quickly if he hoped to get
them back as functioning human beings.

Trying to be dispassionate he recognised the fact that the trio of boys
were not big enough to do real damage. They could of course make the boys
very sore, but the other two men were monsters. He next measured the bodies
of the other two and tried to work out the size of the penises. He thought
the African boy was probably thirteen or fourteen inches depending on his
height. That would be very painful he guessed, but not damaging unless it
was used brutally. The white man was a different beast, his penis was
probably shorter but incredibly thick and it looked like a rod of
iron. That would have to render incredible pain and damage.

It was about this time that Alex dropped in to see John with the first good
news.

"We think we have found Morcas, John. He is holed up on an island off
Bandar Abbas called Farur. It's little more than a bare rock in the Persian
Gulf. He has a home there that is apparently like a fortress, heavily
guarded."

"Alright Alex. I don't care how much it costs, get me confirmation he is
there and my son is also."

Once again with his many contacts in the intelligence community he managed
to get satellite photos of the compound on Farur Island. They were taken at
an angle so it was possible to see features on some of the men. Alex was
promised some every day that the satellite flew over that area. It was
another two weeks before Alex burst into John's office waving some blow-ups
of the photos. They clearly showed two naked white boys walking round the
inner compound of the fortress.

"Bingo, Boss. Whatever else is happening to them, our boys are still
mobile."

John almost cried with relief and Alex showed a compassionate side that
John had never expected. His security chief came round the desk, dropped to
his knees and gave his boss a hug.

"I'll get them out John. We won't let anything bad happen to them."

John looked at Alex with very damp eyes and almost whispered.

"I'll owe you more than I can ever repay you if you return my son to me."

Alex nodded. "I'll need an open check to build an assault team."

"You've got it, no limit, just get those boys back."

Alex went and John started on his mail coming very quickly to one from the
same source as the photos. This one contained a DVD that John immediately
slid into a machine to play on the 72 inch screen on the wall of his
office. It was nearly an hour long and showed the three boys from the
photograph serial fucking Jay in a round robin in every conceivable
position. They were being rough and it showed in Jay's eyes. John was
mesmerised by the action and didn't take his eyes off the screen until it
went blank. The last few minutes were harrowing as the camera showed Jay's
terribly abused anus just before he collapsed and Michael fell down beside
him screaming because he thought Jay was dead. Then the voice overlay told
him Mike would be getting the same next time. He took the note that came
with it then and read.

My three angels are getting their practice in for a few days on your son's
lover before I let them use Michael. They are currently looking to beat
their own record of ejaculating inside him. They have averaged six orgasms
each day over the last five days. I expect them to do better than that with
your son as we have a new supply of Viagra.

My own son and his friend are breaking in your son as I speak but only
sodomising him two or three times each for now. It has become a spectator
sport in my compound so I suppose I will eventually let all of my security
staff have a go. It is relief for them as we have no women here.

John cried now and swore the most awful death on this man if he was caught.

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