Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2023 00:56:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: boy cute <boy18cute@yahoo.com>
Subject: Benny the Matchmaker 12

"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 12

By Dylan

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"Benny the Matchmaker" was inspired by my good old friend Castleton during
a chat we had. He told me to write a short and simple story and suggested
to use my last encounter with a nice stranger as I was walking my dog in
the park.

For some time now I work together with my friend Andy, who tirelessly reads
and edits my stories to make them as good as possible.

This chapter I dedicate to you, Andy, as a huge 'Thank You my Friend!'

Greets, Dylan


Benny the Matchmaker -12-

Dr. Ian Austin stood up again.

He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate to be able to get a hold of
himself.

He looked out over the dark waters, holding Dylan's shoes and shirt in his
hand.  His eyes were full of tears as he used his own shirt sleeve to rub
them dry.  While drawing another deep breath and slowly turning around, he
realized that he had not tried everything possible. He was a scientist, he
was coldblooded like a robot when he did surgeries that saved life's. He
knew he could do something to help his lover, and he pushed away the dark
thoughts and the fantasies full of fear and sorrow.

He needed to think, he needed to clear his head, and he needed to search
for Dylan and rescue him, if he could.

His beloved could not be gone.

The first thing that came to mind was to simply call his boyfriend's mobile
phone. He used speed dial '1' and the call went through, so he knew the
phone was still working, it was ringing somewhere.

His hopes were soon destroyed as he heard it ring. The waterproof IPhone he
had bought Dylan after his old one got damaged still worked, but it was not
with his boyfriend. It was near Ian himself, somewhere hidden in the sand .

Dr. Austin waited as the mailbox answered, and dialed the number again,
walking towards the first tone he heard. This time the phone was nearer,
and soon he found it, laying in the sand.

Ian sobbed, one ray of hope gone. Dylan might have dropped the phone like
he dropped his shirt, but Ian did not want to give in so fast. He dialed
another number.

While he was frantically seeking his boyfriend, not very far away a group
of young men had a few beers and a bottle of whiskey. They watched their
leader fuck away, their own dicks in their hands, waiting for their own
turn.

The leader of the group of local youth grunted and moaned as he used the
young ass under him, and the boy moaned and groaned like he got what he
wanted. At least this was what the boys said as they watched the spectacle.

The young tourist had been wandering along the beach till he met the boys,
and since he was drunk or stoned and half naked anyway, they assumed the
city pussy boy needed a lesson to teach him manners.

He was taking it surprisingly well, sucking seven dicks in a row without
any protest, as Jimmy, their leader, decided to spice the party up a little
bit.

Soon the boy screamed out as Jimmy's dick penetrated him, and one of the
other boys had to gag him with his dick. They were hidden in the dunes so
no one would walk in on the action by accident, but none of them wanted to
share their toy with anyone else, so they had better kept him quiet.

It did not take long before Jimmy came deep into the boy's bowels, filled
him up, bred him, while giving a running commentary, using all the words in
the book to humiliate the boy. As he was done, he simply pulled out and
stood up, without another word. The boy was now not stoic anymore, he was
reduced to tears, openly sobbing as the next of the drunk boys started to
fuck him.

Jimmy's voice was sickeningly sweet of false sympathy as he smiled: "
MyMyMy, kid, what's wrong... you did a good job for a beginner, you should
be proud !" He watched the other members of his gang abusing the boy ,
while he filmed the show with his phone.

Suddenly though he heard a strange noise.

Whirling noises actually, coming nearer, like zooming in on them from
several sides. His phone made a strange sound, a clicking noise, then
hissed. He screamed out in pain and surprise as the phone suddenly got too
hot to hold it in his hand. He dropped it, and some of his friends did the
same , as the phones blinked in a sudden shortcut, burning out in a
surprisingly intense heat.

The King's experts had modified several of the British Jackal VTOL drones
for their needs, and the devices, looking like small Bell helicopters with
eight rotors to lift them up and four propellers to push them forward were
stealthy and, when needed, dangerous.

Jimmy's phone had been exposed to a special feature of drone ' Jackal One',
one of a group of high tech devices that had been sent out to look for
Dylan. The EMP impulse it sent out burned each of the boy's phone's to a
crispy chunk of metal, burning several fingers in the process. None of the
boys could call it's Daddy, and none could send out the dirty films and
pics they had taken of the abuse they had witnessed or participated in.

Jimmy, now fearing for his dear life, looked up while the whirling sounds
in the air got really intensive now, and bright lights turned the dark
night into day. He saw several deep black military drones zooming in on his
group, surrounding them, and even though the lights were almost blinding
them, he could see the unmistakable barrels of machine guns that stuck out
of the fuselages of the drones, together with the lenses of high definition
cameras that were filming them. The drones were no toys, that much was
clear. With a wingspan of nearly 17 feet the flying objects looked
dangerous enough to freak the boys out.

"Fuck let the bitch go, we need to run!" Jimmy tried to warn his buddies,
as a short round of bullets hit the sand in front of him and stopped him
dead in his tracks.



It was Ian who had made the call that started the action. He had called
Ahmed, and Ahmed had called the mansion.

While the nervous surgeon still ran along the beach, calling Dylan's name,
the Commander of the King's guard had sounded the alarm.

His handpicked and perfectly drilled young soldiers worked like
clockwork. The first action they undertook was a search of the surroundings
of the restaurant and the nearby beach. They were assisted by a team of
skilled operators , flying ten high tech drones of the 'Jackal' series,
stealthy machines the Kingdom had bought just a few months ago.

Most of the operators of those drones were not even in the mansion, since
the high tech devices could be steered via satellite upload. They were
stationed in separate highly classified bases all over the world. Only two
cadets, surprisingly young at both just 16 years of age, were right in the
Hamptons' estate with the Commander, their own Dad. The boy's worked the
drones as if they were playing a video game, with the skills and reflexes
only young kids have, steering them with the utmost precision.

The drones took off and started searching for electronic signals, but since
Dylan had left his phone behind, they had to scan for thermal
signatures. To differentiate between the signature of a single jogger or a
pair of newlyweds and the signature of the boy they were looking for was no
easy task, but the Commander's sons were in their own little world, sitting
in their own dedicated war-room, surrounded by screens, able to fully
concentrate on their task.

One of the boys followed a hunch as he checked the signals of a group his
drone, 'Jackal One', had detected. At first he thought he watched a party
of drunk people having a little sexy fun, but while his dick started to
grow hard in his uniform, he realized that just one figure was held down
and had to take all the guys around him.

He sounded an alarm, and several more operators , most a few thousand miles
away from his joystick, made all the drones concentrate on one spot. They
zoomed in on the suspicious group on the beach, while the Commander sent
his men. The ten flying objects, small for helicopters but huge for toys,
soon had reached the spot and had been scary enough to pin the rapists to
the spot.

Soon Dylan was found, alive and well. Just sobbing in the arms of his
boyfriend, holding onto Ian for dear life.

The King's men brought Dylan and Ian back to the mansion, and the drones
were long gone, like phantoms of the night, as the Sheriff's department
picked up several drunk young men, all naked and hard and unable to explain
why they were cuffed together in a circle, while each of the boy's dicks
was deeply embedded in another boy's ass. All they could say was that
'Batman' had disturbed their party and they were innocent.....

The King's guard had played a cruel joke on the rapist's, knowing they
might never be punished by the arm of the law.

The Sheriff arrived long after the King's soldiers had raided the beach,
freed Dylan, and vanished again into the night, returning the boy back to
Ian's arms.



As Dylan woke up, the sun was up and a warm feeling tickled his
nose. Slowly opening his eyes he realized it was a wet long tongue that was
giving him a bath.

Someone had brought Benny over from New York. Ahmed had called Dylan's mom
at home, and since Benny had been restless anyway, they decided to fly down
to Southampton, again piloted by Captain Abdullah. Some calls from the
Ambassador himself made sure they could bend a few rules, and this time a
small Bell 429 helicopter landed near Dylan's house, right on the green
grass of Pier 46.

Mrs. Bullimore and Benny watched in awe as the sleek silver Helicopter came
out of nowhere, bathing the dark Hudson River in bright light, landing
softly like a feather on the lawn. One of the pilots, a young man who
surprisingly just wore a simple jogging suit, jumped out the craft and ran
over to take Benny in his arms, and the cute dog almost melted into the
young man's embrace.

The Copilot lead Mrs. Bullimore through the heavy wind stirred up by the
still spinning rotor and made sure she arrived safely in the helicopter's
cabin, before he sat Benny down next to her and petted the brave little
Bulldog.

Once ihe had closed the door, the young man introduced himself as Captain
Ashan and the pilot as Captain Abdullah, and as soon as Mrs. Bullimore was
belted in, they started their journey.

ZNY, flight control, had cleared the sky for them, and the direct approach
to the estate took less than 30 minutes.

Dylan's Mom as well as his lover Ian had been at his bedside as he woke up,
and assisted by Benny he felt safe and secure from the moment he opened his
eyes.

" Ian?" he asked, his voice shaking. He heard the sobbing man answer: " Yes
Dear, I'm here!"

" Ian, I'm hungry!"

Dylan's Mom chuckled, and his boyfriend closed his eyes for a second,
sending a quick prayer to every Saint he could think off.

"This fancy shit didn't really fill my tummy!" This simple statement,
delivered dryly but in a fake child's voice, breached any dam Ian had set
up.  He buried his face in Dylan's blanket and sobbed :

" No fancy french cuisine anymore, I promise!" and a giggling Dylan
answered: "Just french fries!"

While Dylan had a hearty breakfast, shared with his boyfriend, his mom, and
Benny, Ahmed, the Commander, and the King had a video conference.

" I am very proud of the combined efforts of my troops!" the King had just
said. He had spent roughly a billion Dollars on the drone program, and now
the new branch of his military had completed it's first real mission, an
assignment without any time to prepare for, on foreign territory, at night,
with almost no information to back them up.

" I hereby express my deepest appreciation to the outstanding group of
soldiers that completed their task quickly and without any losses! Cadets
Saif and Sinan bin Bilal will be promoted as soon as possible. They are by
far the most experienced pilots of our 'Jackal' program and from now on
will lead the pilot's training program as well as all the drone's
operations."

Commander Bilal, the leader of the King's guards, nodded to the screen,
knowing the King could see him clearly. He was deeply honored by the King's
early morning video call, showing how much of an active interest his leader
took in all the operations of his military.

The Commander was proud of his sons, and his face showed his pride
clearly. The two boys, named 'Saif, the Sword' and 'Sinan, the iron Spur'
were following the traditions of his family of warriors, were true heirs of
the house of Bilal, the house of 'Winners'.



As the video call was taking place, Dylan was already sleeping again. His
boyfriend had given him a quick examination the night before, and since the
boy was just a little bruised, he was declared to be able to do what he
wanted again.

Luckily the episode had not really scared him, since the wine had been
strong and the food had been scarce and his brain had been fogged up enough
to forget the events on the beach.

The only thing he vaguely remembered were the drones and the men who had
saved him, even though he told Ian about his strange dream full of Tony
Stark's technology and the Iron Man and the Avengers saved him, together
with the Black Panther.

Ian held his beloved close until Dylan drifted off to sleep again,
certainly dreaming of Iron Man and the Black Panther, and maybe even sexy
young Spiderman in his tight revealing suit. Anything was better than a
nightmare full of lobsters chasing him or bullies pushing him around.

Benny, snoring contentedly, made sure that her young master had only the
sweetest of dreams.