Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2023 07:13:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: boy cute <boy18cute@yahoo.com>
Subject: Benny the matchmaker chapter 5

"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 5

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!'

So, here it is!

Greets, Dylan


Benny the Matchmaker -5-


Mr. Ahmed, Ian the surgeon, Dylan,his Mom, Tony's Mom, and even Benny all
seemed to stop breathing for a second, and even the planet Earth stood
still, it seemed.

Omar, laying in bed, and Tony, holding his hand, evidently realized that
they all knew what had just happened. The two boys were deeply in love with
one another, their hands clinging together as if they were about to face a
death sentence.

Ian spoke up in a calm and reassuring voice:

" Boys, there is no need to be afraid! No one in the room is mad at you, no
one is about to separate you guys, or yell at you, or punish you for
anything!"

You could literally hear a pin drop, as the boys started to smile through a
curtain of tears, sobbing happily.

Mr. Ahmed stood by Omar's bed his hand on the shoulder of the boy he deeply
cared for, while Tony's Mom supported her son .

The only one in the room who seemed to say ' See, I knew it! Told ya!' was
Benny, on her Masters bed, wagging her tail excitedly, while Dylan petted
her. His Mom smiled broadly, standing by her friend, Tony's Mom, supporting
her with a hand resting on her shoulder.

The whole group had all gathered to give the boys their love, support and
strength to take the next steps.

Telling his Majesty, the King, and Omar's Mother, the Queen what had
happened.

The meeting with them was inevitable, as Mr. Ahmed very well knew. The
staff of the Embassy having informed him that the Airbus was already
approaching the airport.

Omar was as white as a perfectly clean sheet as he realized his meeting
with his parents would mean that he either had to lie about his feelings,
or to face the prospects of his Fathers wrath.

King Omar Suleiman, Ruler of the Sheikdom of Ras-al-Haroun was no mild
sovereign, that much was clear. He ruled his Sheikdom with the same iron
fist his own father had done before him, and even though modern times
brought changes, many traditions, long out-dated and obsolete in most parts
of the world, were still generally accepted and enforced in Omar's home
country.

To be openly gay was impossible, even for the common man, and a member of
the Royal Family, especially the Crown Prince, could simply be nothing else
then a hot blooded heterosexual man, using and abusing women at will, since
women were not seen as important as men.

Homosexuals however were treated even worse, they maybe were tolerated in
private, but never allowed to come out to the public.

Omar knew his Father might give him the permission to employ Tony as his
trusted valet or even envoy, his Father would turn a blind eye if the two
young men spent soo much time together, but Omar would be expected to
marry.

A woman, preferably of another noble, at best Royal family.

Children, heirs, were expected.

While Dylan laid back on his bed, Benny by his side, Omar and Tony talked
quietly, evidently in their own little world.

Ian the surgeon, the women, and Mr. Ahmed had left the room to give the
convalescents some time to recover, while they themselves needed the time
to think, talk, discuss the options, and prepare for the meeting with the
Prince's parents.

Ian spoke up first, addressing the Prince's bodyguard, valet, and
confidant, Ahmed. He knew the King was Ahmed's friend and trusted him
enough to give his son's life and well being into the man's hands.

The usually almost stoic, always calm man seemed nervous, and Ian, himself
always master of any situation, was of no real help.

It was Mrs. Miller, Kenzo in tow, who had the perfect plan at hand:

" I will invite her Royal Highness, Queen Alia, the Princes Mother, and
Tony's and Dylan's mothers for a nice tea. My husband will be there as
well. Queen Alia has not met him before, and I think he will be delighted
to get acquainted to her."

An almost conspiratorial grin on her face showed clearly that she had a
hidden agenda.

Ian picked it up first:

" You think if you introduce your almost immobilized husband to the mother
of a boy who needed a wonder of modern medicine so he has not ended up in a
wheelchair himself, she might reconsider her values?"

Tony's and Dylan's Moms were indifferent at first. Both were overwhelmed by
the prospect of visiting a Penthouse overlooking the Central Park to meet
the First lady of one of the richest Countries of the world, a real live
Queen.

Dylan's Mom was a little quicker to recover, since she already knew
Mrs. Miller and her grandmotherly kindness, and assured her new friend,
Tony's Mom, that all would work out fine.

Mrs. Miller would hold the reins, that much was clear, and her husband,
even though paralyzed, was a man of intelligence and had a wicked
humor. Between the two of them her Royal Highness surely would not be
anything but the lovely self Mr. Ahmed had told them she was.

Dylan and Omar, for now alone in their room, discussed the events of the
last few days.

Benny , the cute little caramel brown Olde English Bulldog, was once again
on her young owners bed, sleeping peacefully, snoring a little. Her example
made it easier for the boys to relax, and even though the approaching plane
of the royal family hung over them like the sword of Damocles, they for
once did not talk about any fight the day might bring.

They talked about sex.

Omar was surprisingly open and descriptive:

" Oh fuck, as I first rode a fat rod, I thought I was dying and going to
heaven at the same time! He was a member of my Dads personal guard. He was
promoted the next day, but also relocated, and now serves on the border."

Omar looked down in shame, since he evidently had known that the palace'
walls had ears, and his encounter with the hunky soldier had not been gone
unnoticed. Even though he suspected higher ranking officials had their
sexual escapades as well, he thought they kept their cool and stayed
unnoticed. He, at least, felt like he'd been constantly supervised since
his first fuck.

Dylan didn't smile as he heard the voice of his new friend sadden. Dylan's
own first few experiences were too good to let them slide, but he fully
knew Omar needed his compassion at least as much as some distraction, so he
decided not to talk about his first time, but about funny accidents that
took place later.

He started, grinning: " You won't believe what you can find in the park if
you have a nosy little doggy!" he petted a still sleeping Benny's head.

" She often runs off for a few minutes, and usually comes back with
something. Once she came with a jeans, and a screaming guy followed her,
since he was having fun in the bushes as she walked up and stole his jeans,
together with his wallet and phone and keys."

Omar giggled and prompted Dylan to go on and finish what promised to be a
good, funny story.

" The guy had forgotten he didn't wear any undies, and he could be thankful
Benny was not after his impressive bone ..boner.. " Dylan giggled his ass
off while he told the story of the man who soon after had been arrested for
public indecency.

Omar was laying back , giggling as well, as he groaned.

" Wassup my friend, you in pain?" Dylan already had the button for the
nurse in his hand.

" No.. no problem as long as you don' t make me laugh!"

As the nurse walked in, with Dr. Austin in tow, Omar laid back again and
regained his composure. He had stopped giggling now, and the pain had
subsided. Dr. Austin looked at the boys and Benny before he sternly
determined:

" You guys seem to be having fun. Too much fun, I suppose? "

He enjoyed the boys' evident embarrassment, relishing the moment as long as
he could, before he himself broke into fits of giggles: "Busted, you two!"

He sat down on Dylan's bed, where his moment was spoiled by Benny who woke
up just in time to paw her way into his lap and lick his face. Giving in,
he just reminded the boys to be careful, especially since Omar's surgery
had not been easy and he needed some rest. Without even asking he did what
doctors do: He adjusted the drip and increased the amount of pain killers
and sedatives in Omar's infusion.  The boy was still smiling as he drifted
off to sleep.

Dylan was petting Benny as he pouted playfully:

" You don't play fair! We had fun for real, and I guess it was good for
him!"

A quick peck on the cheek and his concerns were as forgotten as he
protests. His lover carefully inspected the almost invisible scar with the
few stitches, his hands softly caressing Dylan's hair.

The man held the boy as they silently talked. Dr. Austin revealed that the
plan was for the women to talk to Omar's mother while they were having
tea. Ian, meanwhile he would talk to the King and his Chief of Staff , the
Ambassador and Mr. Ahmed, and maybe several ministers and even some
delegates of the American Government. Omar was Royalty, and his well being
was important not only for his family, but also for the relationship
between the US and his own country.

Dylan was scared that he might have ruined his boyfriends life and career,
and he said so. Ian held him close to make sure the boy understood, since
he was also a patient after a life threatening episode.

He carefully explained:

" Listen, Love! The King, Omar Suleiman, has been my friend for years. He
and his family trust me, and they trust my intellect as well as my common
sense. Don't be nervous for me, Dylan, be nervous for your friend Omar."

He paused for a second, his eyes quickly checking Omar's heart monitor to
make sure he would sleep deep enough to be unable to listen to their
conversation.

" Omar tried to commit suicide on his motorbike, that much seems clear. He
is gay, as you surely know by now, but in his country to be homosexual is a
deadly sin and usually gets punished."

Ian petted Benny's head while he carefully considered his next words:

"His father, the King, cannot simply declare their traditions and laws null
and void for the sake of his son. He might cause a revolution. I have to
tell you I am sure he is the best King his country has had for ages now,
and with time he will be able to change many things for the better, but not
with one word or his signature on one single piece of paper."

He had known how Dylan felt. The boy's rage boiled over as he forcefully
replied:

" That's bullshit! He's the King, he can simply order it!" Dylan was much
too involved to be rational enough to think logically, so Ian had to
prepare his boyfriend before the King visited his son.  Dr. Austin had been
more than grateful as Mrs. Miller and Dylan's Mom had asked him for a short
talk, and the deep insight the women had and conveyed to him made sure he
knew how to handle the dangerous and delicate situation.

The Doctor felt his patient relax while he still caressed his hair and they
quietly exchanged notes, figuratively spoken.

The Doctor knew Dylan was planning to deliver a heated speech he had
prepared to help his new friend, since he wanted to convince the King to
accept his son's lifestyle, his sexuality and the fact that Omar loved
Tony.

Ian was able to change his lovers mind, and carefully explained the devious
plans the women were to follow. .

Meanwhile Royal Family's the plane had touched down, and the motorcade had
reached the city limits. The King and the Queen had been informed that Omar
was well but sleeping, and Ian planned to give the two of them all the
details about the successful surgery and the most promising process of
Omar's healing.

The day had been eventful enough to make Dylan sleepy, and he did not
realize that his Mom took Benny with her for a walk through the park, back
to Mrs. Miller's Penthouse to meet her friend Kenzo.

The director of the hospital, Dr. Brown, was pacing in his office, not able
to relax enough to sit down. He knew down to the last cent how much the
money the Kingdom had donated his hospital after the successful heart
transplant of the late King, Father of Omar Suleiman and Grandfather of
Prince Omar and how it helped helped them to thrive.

The Palace had sponsored the hospital again in preparation of the prince's
surgery, and the new MRI and the latest technology of a robot-assisted
surgery that was installed in one of the operating rooms was not only
extremely expensive, but would provide a help that was beyond a price tag.

Dr. Ian Austin, the man who had pulled the strings behind the two surgeries
and by the sponsoring, was the hospital's star by now, and Dr. Brown knew
he better not risk their relationship.

Dylan and his dog would have never been allowed inside the hospital, the
boy for not being able to pay the bills, and Benny ..... well, Benny for
being a dog.

But now , Dr. Brown was nervously pacing around while he waited for the
King to be introduced to him.

He looked at his watch and realized the motorcade of their Royal Highness's
would arrive soon, so he left his office and basically ran to the back
entrance of the clinic, where security was higher and the prominent parents
of the hospitals most important high profile patient could be greeted
without the Paparazzi and the cameras of the news outlets.

As Dr. Brown walked out, Dr. Austin was already waiting, looking relaxed,
checking his mail or something on his I Phone.

Brown addressed him: " Please, Ian..  how do I address the King and the
Queen? Your Highness's ..or such ..do I have to bow.. or kneel?"

Ian had to suppress a giggle: " None of those, my friend. Relax and follow
my lead. If you really need to be formal, say " Your Royal Highness" , but
follow my and Omar's lead and don't be nervous!" Ian did not even realize
he had called the King by his first name.

They saw a few black SUV's enter the back parking lot, as the Secret
Service Agents that accompanied the Royal Motorcade arrived to check
security.

Dr. Austin and Dr. Brown had already been checked, and the two Agents that
had arrived earlier gave the heads up to their colleagues, indicating the
two Doctors had security clearance , so everything ran smoothly.

Austin knew the two Rolls-Royce Cullinan SUV's were manned by the King's
Royal Guard, and the next cars would be Rolls-Royce Limousines with their
Highness's and the high ranking members of their staff.

The parking lot behind the hospital had been empty as the motorcade rolled
in.  Now it was full of the most expensive cars that had ever parked here.

Dr- Brown was again overwhelmed, even before he had seen one of the members
of the palace. Ian Austin had his hand on his friends shoulder to help him
overcome his nervousness, and they both waited the few seconds before the
first door opened.

Mr. Ahmed, not only the man being responsible for Prince Omar but also for
the boy's parents, looked around one last time before he gave a nod to
Dr. Austin and the Secret Service Agents, and several more men jumped out
of the SUV's and opened the limousine's doors.

The King stood by the door for a second while his wife, Queen Alia, stepped
out behind him..

Ian Austin heard the hospitals chief operating officer, Dr. Brown, hold his
breath. He exerted a little more pressure on his shoulder, pushing him
forward slightly, leading him just a little, and Dr. Brown was able to
concentrate.

As the poor nervous man just wanted to open his mouth to stutter an address
of welcome, the King smiled broadly and just shook Brown's hand in a
genuine gesture.

Dr. Austin surprised the executive even more as he almost giggled:

" Don't break him Omar, he is a nervous wreck and doesn't need more
pressure!"

The chuckle the King gave as he said: " Oh we don't want his, right,
Dr. Brown", shaking the stunned man's hand with added warmth. That was all
it needed to give Brown enough strength back to take a deep breath and
answer:

"uhg uhm ..yeah ..uhm .. I ..I ..mean we.. wanted to greet you ..uhm
..warmly .. your ..uhm ..!"

The Queen saved him by saying: " I am from Connecticut, and so are you,
right, Dr. Brown?  You must call me Alia, I insist, and my husband is
Omar!"

Ian could not help himself, greeting the Queen with a warmth only real
friends feel, also helping his friend and colleague Dr. Brown out of his
embarrassing situation.

The group walked in, talking like the old friends they were, and even
Dr. Brown, now called by his first name, John, had survived the stressful
first moments without needing an ICU.  They carefully walked through the
hallway to look through the glass into the room were Omar and Dylan slept
peacefully.

Omar had had his first of many sessions of physical therapy that morning
and was exhausted, and Dylan slept peacefully, with a little help of a pill
Ian Austin had given him.

The Prince's parents had already been informed about the health of their
son, and trusting their son's physician fully, they just watched their son
in his bed.

Dr. Austin just said: " Omar needs his rest! He will be wide awake and
ready to talk in about six hours, I would estimate. Do you want me to call
you when he wakes up?"

The Queen laid her eyes on the bed next to her son. She asked, still full
of trust and with warmth in her voice: " And may I ask you why you decided
it would be good for Omar to share a room?"

The price the Palace paid was enough to give the Prince a suite, that much
was clear.

Dr. Ian Austin, for a second assuming his position as the boy's leading
medical doctor, calmly answered: " Because he needs friends!"


---------- This chapter was longer again, as promised, but also ended in a
cliffhanger. The next chapter is already in preparation, and will be out
real quick this time! ----------------------