Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 17:59:43 +1300 From: arthur Subject: snake eyes part 6 SNAKE EYES Part Six By Arthur Saturday turned out to be a typical summer evening. High, white, puffy clouds slowly ambled across a dimming azure sky toward a sinking sun as Stewarts wrist watch told him it was nearly time to make their way to the corner to meet their two new friends. The thought of the strange invitation wandered through his mind as he took Fore's offered hand and opened the door to leave the house. Fore had said to not worry but in the back of Stewarts mind was the last adventure and the though of harm coming to his lover made him nervous. Brent and Enrique were waIting patiently for them at the assigned place and as soon as the two lovers had joined them Enrique told them that his friend had given him enough money to take a cab to the train station. When they got there they would be met by his friend and taken by car to the party. Fore had insisted that they not go armed this time in case it was just an innocent party, Stewart had agreed that this was not quite the same as when the Tigermen were trying to kill them so had left his little Barretta in his case. It took the cab only ten minutes to reach the local train station and as they got out of the cab they heard a toot from across the road. Enrique looked over and waved at the young guy in the drivers seat then set out to cross the street with the others close behind. "Hey guys, I'm Rod, climb in and we can get you started on the night of your life." The four boys clambered into the new looking car and got comfortable. Fore placed his hand on Stewarts knee and gave him a light squeeze as the car got underway towards there strange night out. Stewart noticed Rod's eyes going to Brents small frame as though he recognised him but was not sure who he was. It took Rod nearly half an hour to get to the out of the way house. It was set in large grounds and had a high fence around the perimeter. The gates opened automatically for the car to move through and then the boys saw the mansion sized home at the end of the driveway. Something in Stewart gave a lurch when he first saw the house and as he looked over at Fore, he saw that he had noticed something not right here as well. While the house was well lit, there were no cars parked anywhere near the front or in the driveway. Rod brought the car to a halt in front of the wide stone steps and with a flip of his head, indicated that their journey was over and the boys could leave the car. "Just go on inside, the others will be in the main hall, I'll be along when I've put the car away." The solid oak door stood open and a little threatening as the boys made their way towards it. Fore held Stewarts arm to slow him and let the other two go ahead. With a carefully guarded whisper, Fore told Stewart what he was thinking. "This is it alright, keep your eyes open Babes, I hope that Nate and Milly are not to far away. Something is definately not kosher here." "Yes, feels to cold and did you see the looks Rod was giving Brent?" "Yeah, Rod looked like the cat that ate all the cream. Ok Babes lets go look them over." Following the other two boys into the large hall, Fore and Stewart came to a sudden halt at the sight that met them. Standing around a Mahogany dining table were six men, three were obviously european and one of these looked vaguely familiar, although both boys knew they had never met him. The other men were very different from each other. One was Asian and dressed very well in a dark charcoal grey suit and somber tie. The next man was vaguely Arabic and while he was also dressed in a suit his head covering told of his background. The last man was a very large African, dressed in a flowing Kaftan and leather sandles. The familiar looking man took note of their responses and without further ado smiled and said to all. "Guess by the look on their faces we can dispense with any formalities. Hello Son, come and give Daddy a kiss, you did really well this time." To everyones surprise, most of all, Fore and Stewarts, Little Brent ran to the mans open arms and jumped into them as he planted a kiss of more than greeting on his Daddy's lips. Brents Daddy let his left hand smoothly glide down inside the boys jeans and clasped his small butt and by the reaction of Brent, at least one finger was going elsewhere. "Daddy please, I need you in me, I missed you so much this last three weeks." "All in good time Baby Doll. Now Gentlemen, as you can see this is my son and fuck boy Brent, these others are the ones you selected from the photographs." At those words Fore yelled out to the others. "OUT, GET OUT, RUN FOR IT." As the boys turned to flee a quiet voice came from behind them. "I don't think so Boys, these gents have payed a big price to take you with them." Rod stood in the doorway with a double barrel sawn off shot gun, held casually in his hands, the boys came to a halt at the site of the twin barrels that looked like train tunnels. "That's better, now just walk over to the table and sit down while we introduce you to your new owners." With no way out the three boys did as asked and after being seated Brents Father began the introductions. Brent was still in his arms and wriggled as his Daddy pushed his finger deeper into him, his smile said it all as the three captives looked on. "First of all, this is Mr Mbodo, he paid a big price for you, young Terry, I'm sure you're going to enjoy the rest of your life with him. He is very particular about his boys, see he has a very large dick and he likes his boys to have very small butts, says he likes to see them bleed when he does them for the first time." Fore looked up at the towering African, the obvious projection in the front of his Kaftan told Fore that he was indeed Very Large. "Now for you Enrique, this is Mr Jun Sung Lim, he's from Korea and has a love of good looking boys like you, I'm sure you will enjoy your stay with him, he's very good with discipline so I hope you like to scream a lot." The shudder that ran through Enriques body was obvious to every one in the room. "And last but not least, Stewart, this is going to be your new owner, Mr Ibm Ben Alahbas. He really likes little blonde boys but you will have to have a small operation first to make you suitable for him. You see Stewart Mr Alahbas likes his boys to be eunuchs, you know what that means don't you young man. Your balls are coming out tomorrow morning." Stewart felt the involuntary tightening in his groin at the prospect of what might be done to him. The leering look on the Arabs face said it all and he knew that if it did happen then he would never see freedom again and if he did, he wasn't sure he could face it with his scrotum empty. Mbodo was the first of the visitors to speak. "Well Frank, you certainly found the right one for me this time, I've never seen a boy with such a small set of hips, breaking him in will be such a pleasure. Can I have him tonight?" "Not tonight Mbodo, you know the rules, when your $100,000.00 is transfered tomorrow then he is all yours. Now Ben Alahbas, as the last boy died after the surgery I've made an adjustment to the price for your boy. We'll call it a round $150,000.00 for Stewart, that gives you a discount of $50,000.00. Same rules apply as with all the boys, you can have them when the money transfer has gone through." "May Allah smile on your many ventures, my friend." "Can I at least test his little butt with my hand, Frank?" "Sure Mbodo, but no further." "Agreed, come here little one, let me feel those small globes of delight, Im so looking forward to testing them from the inside." Fore gave Stewart a quick glance and then did as he was asked. Mbodo's large hand reached out and encompassed both globes as he pushed hard with his middle finger in the center of Fore's cheeks. "Ahhhh, yes, so tight, you like that little school boy?" With a loud shout, Fore went into street mode. "FUCK YOU." Stewart saw Fore move in his familiar way of dropping to one knkee and bring up his closed fist into the waiting groin before his eyes. As he made contact the large African began to sink to his knees with a look of shock and pain as Fore's hand dropped to his boot top. The flashing hand came up holding his cut throat razor but as he brought back his hand to slash at the man before him, something hard crashed against his head bringing down a curtain of darkness. The shout of agony on Stewarts lips froze as Rod cocked the hammers of the shotgun and thrust it into the face of the unconscious boy on the floor. "That's enough Rod, let his Boyfriend Stewart take him downstairs, they can have their last night together in number two cell, might as well put the other one in there with them, he can help Stewart carry that little shit down." "Ok Frank, is Mbodo going to be ok?" "Yeah, I'll get him an ice pack, that boy is going to bleed really heavy when Mbodo gets him home, now get those three locked away." Rod motioned with the shotgun to Stewart and Enrique to carry Fore's body through the back hall to a solid wooden door at the end. Producing a key from his pocket Rod again motioned for them to go down the stone stairway as he followed behind. At the bottom of the stairway was a long passage with small steel doors off each side. The walls were of grey stone as was the floor. "You can make as much noise as you like boys, this place is underground and you won't be heard by anyone up top." At the second steel door Rod pushed the three boys inside and swung it closed with a clunk that told of a very heavy lock in operation. The small cell was about ten feet by ten feet with two small wooden bunks along each side wall. There were no windows and only a single small wattage bulb gave them any light, Stewart and Enrique laid Fore's still unconscious body on one of the cots and then stood looking at each other with uncertainty showing in their eyes. A soft moan brought them back to their friend on the bed as Fore tried to open his eyes and get the buzzing out of his head. "Babes....Babes, you there?" "Here Goldy, you ok?" "What hit me?" "That fucking Rod whacked you with the shotgun." "Oh hi Enrique, you ok, did they do anything to you?" "No Terry, I'm ok, fuck you dropped that big bastard quicker than hell on wheels. What were you going to do with that knife thing?" "It's not a knife Jazz, it's a razor, found it in a second hand shop a long time ago, it's my equalizer, what was I going to do with it, well my friend Jazz I was going to cut his balls out if I had the chance." "You for real Terry?" "Yep, what you think Babes, time to level with him?" "Might as well Goldy, looks as though we might be on our own this time." "Ok Babes, Look Jazz, we aren't who we said we were." "No shit? you could have fooled me, two boys in love with each other, just happen to come to our school, one carries some wicked looking shit and the other looking all innocent." "Ok, ok, Jazz, look we were asked to come down here to try to find out what happened to some missing boys, looks as though we found out, only trouble now is what do we do about it. we've got some back up but they don't know we're in trouble yet." "What sort of backup?" "Some nice heavy cops." "But how are they going to find us?" "Babes and I are carrying some locators, they can track us through them." "No shit, you really some sort of cops then?" "No, I was working the streets and Stewart sort of got tangled up with me, we got adopted by a nice old guy and then the local bigwig cop asked us for help." "Working the streets?... you mean...ahhh?" "Yep, sold my ass, only way for me to get a meal and a bed till I met my special Babes here." "How long till your friends find us then?" "Don't know Jazz, but shouldn't be long, they usually give us a little time but if we haven't been seen by midnight then they will come get us." "Maybe not Goldy." "What you mean Babes?" "Look around, this is all solid stone, the signal might not be able to get out to them, we might be in this one alone." "Oh fuck,fuck,fuck. We got to try to make a plan of some kind, can't let these pigs take you away or cut you Babes, lets look around, must be something we can use." It didn't take long for the boys to realise that there was nothing obvious for them to use as a weapon in the cell and the fact of Rod with the shotgun was not going to make it any easier. Enrique stood in the center of the cell with a contemplative look on his face as the other two sat together on the single bed with their arms about each other. "What is it Jazz?" "Well it might not be anything Terry, but I noticed that Rod dropped the barrels of the gun everytime he thought we were not going to do anything." "So?" "I've done a little Judo with my Dad, if you and Stewart can look as though you are in trouble or something when he comes back next time I might get a chance to take the gun off him." "No Jazz, that'd be suicide, that son of a bitch would just love to use that cannon." "Don't think so Terry, we're worth to much money to his boss, I just need you two to get his attention for a split second." "You sure you know what to do?" "Yeah, Dad showed me often enough, although he said the other guy might be holding a knife or a bat but it should work with a gun as well, I just have to get close enough to step inside the barrels and get hold of him." "Well ok Jazz, lets see babes, next time Rod comes down here I'll make it look as though he did a real job on me and you make it look as though you're all concerned about my health, don't look at Rod or Jazz but make a big fuss about me being hurt, ok?" "That'll be easy Goldy, I like making a fuss over you." "Same here Babes, ok lets get some rest, nothing to do but wait for our chance, now you're sure you can pull this off Jazz?" "No, but it's all we've got Terry, if it doesn't work and those locators don't send out their signal through all this stone the we're cooked anyway." "Yes, it's all we've got but if we can get that bloody cannon off him then we can atleast have a chance to get out of here." Fore rested back into Stewarts open arms as Enrique took his place on the other bed and laid back with a small smile on his lips as he watched the others snuggle in close. "You two really dig each other!" "Yep, Babes is the only one for me, now and forever, when we get out of here there's going to be no more running around playing detectives for us." "You sure we can get out of this?" "We have too, my Babes nuts belong to me and not some bloody foreigner, ok now lets get some shut eye so we can be fresh for the gunslinger when he gets here." All three settled back onto the small cots, Fore cuddled close into Stewart in his usual position of spooning. Fore mumbled something indistinct to Stewart. "What was that Goldy?" "I said, you know what's missing." With this Fore thrust his hips lightly backwards into Stewarts groin. "Yeah Goldy, but we got company." "Well you going to have to make it up to me tomorrow night babes." "I will Goldy, with interest." "Good, love you Babes." "Love you Goldy." "Good night Jazz." "Night Terry, night Stewart, sorry for getting you into this." "We got ourselves into this Jazz so don't give it a thought, it's what we're here for remember." "Ok but....well goodnight both of you." Both boys answered Enrique then snuggled close and drifted off into a light broken sleep as they waited for the next event to take place in this house of horrors. TO BE CONTINUED: