Tales from Gledhill House

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thrity-Two
Sitting close to Hassan, Mario was able to make a more thorough assessment of this handsome man. His face was tanned by the desert winds and his dark brown eyes like two deep pools that held great wisdom in their depths. His typically aquiline nose was long and straight and his voluptuous lips and chin were embedded in a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. The beautifully embroidered silk gown had fallen open to reveal his firmly muscled torso with a line of dark hair that ran down to and disappeared in his groin that was still covered in the lower folds of the shimmering gown. Hassan’s crossed legs were encased in skin tight silken pants and his feet wore slippers with upturned pointed toes. To Mario’s eyes Hassan looked every inch a prince of the desert and behind the sensuous gaze that engaged with his own, Mario was aware of a potential cruelty. It would not do one any favours to fall foul of this man who had a scimitar in a jewel encrusted scabbard by his side.

Hassan brushed Mario’s cheek with his fingers and explored his jaw line with obvious appreciation for Mario was a handsome young man. The fingers travelled down to his throat and over his shoulders before coming to rest inside the folds of the sleeveless jacket that has been placed on him by Hassan’s servants. He winced as he felt the strong fingers pinch his right nipple and Hassan smiled at his reaction. With a swift deft movement Hassan pushed the jacket over Mario’s shoulders and pulled it free of his body before throwing it on the floor beside the divan. He gently pushed Mario so that he was laid flat on his back, his head resting on a soft cushion. Mario felt the soft touch of Hassan’s hands as they ran over his upper body and the Arab’s warm breath as he bent down to tickle his nipples with the tip of a tongue that flashed like that of a king cobra.

Mario was aware of a stirring in his groin as he grew sexually drawn to this unusual man. It did not go unnoticed by Hassan and he placed a hand over the emerging bulge, massaging it and causing it to grew under his touch. In a few seconds, Mario’s penis was hard and forming a firm ridge from his groin to the top of his thigh. Hassan stroked it and grasped it as it was encased in the translucent folds of the harem pants Mario wore. Hassan smiled lasciviously as he saw a darkening circle of pre-cum on the silk pants where the tip of Mario’s penis had leaked. He lent down and licked the patch and sucked on the silk over the shaft. Just as deftly as he had removed the jacket, Hassan pulled down the top of the pants and Mario’s erection sprang up to greet him.

Hassan removed his turban and tossed it aside, letting his long black locks hang free. With his right hand grasping Mario’s shaft, he licked the tip of the pre-cum drenched glans and pulling back the folds of Mario’s foreskin, took the whole of the bell end and shaft into his mouth. Mario found himself making involuntary sighs and moans of pleasure as his rampant cock was fondled and sucked, licked and nipped between Hassan’s lips.

Hassan then slipped off his silk gown and stood to remove the tight pants he wore, kicking off the pointed slippers so that he was completely naked. With his head raised on the cushion Mario could admire the glorious sight of the Arab’s bronze physique that was honed by days in the saddle under a sub-tropical sun. The cock that rose up from its nest of dark wiry hair with a scimitar like curve was cut and impressive in both its length and girth. Hassan approached Mario who reached out to take hold of the throbbing cock and then cautiously began to lick and suck it.

Throughout this whole scenario not a word was spoken but the room was filled with the sighs, gasps and groans of the men as they enjoyed the pleasures that were exchanging with one another. Then Hassan said, his voice husky and seductive, ‘I want you inside me.’ Mario helped the Arab to lie on the divan with his legs hanging over the side. He then stood between the strong thighs and Hassan lifted them up so that Mario could position himself to penetrate the proffered anus.

‘Aaaah yes... that is so good!’ Hassan exclaimed before lapsing into words of his own language that Mario could not understand but the intonation was such that he was left in no doubt that Hassan was enjoying each and every thrust. Mario took hold of the massive cut cock and jerked on it as he lunged his own manhood deep into the tight hole of his masterful companion. Hassan uttered more wild sounding words as his cock jerked in Mario’s hand and shot several long streams of cum that left trails along his chest and abdomen that glistened white in sharp contrast to the bronze sweat soaked skin. Mario pulled his own cock from Hassan’s ass as it too shot its load to splash along the same lines as Hassan’s jizz had created. Hassan smiled a smile of total satisfaction and pulled Mario down into a clinch, his hungry lips finding Mario’s as the two men kissed their gratitude for the shared sexual encounter.

They lay side by side recovering from their exertions when on a given signal the two acolytes returned and with sponges cleaned the love juices from their bodies. They produced a sheet to cover the two tired bodies and left Mario and Hassan to sleep until the following morning.

Before they parted, Hassan insisted that Mario straddled his body so that he could impale him on his morning erection, and Mario acquiesced without hesitation such was his joy of the delights he had with the masterful Arab.

 

[DonQuixote]

A very Merry Christmas, full of gaiety, indeed!

Quite a sensual night of passions unbridled from your furtive imagination to our appreciative minds.

Cumpleat with a suitable drawing of the two men.

 

[Kyanimal]

WOW! That was one "Arabian Night" that Mario will likely Never forget!

Now I'm wondering if Everyone else is going to try to ride, and get ridden by, Hassan during their trip!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

What a night of pure pleasure. As if by magic Mario transformed into a sensual match for the handsome Arab Prince. And yet again in the morning. Mario may never return to his prior ways after being seduced by such a lover. Oh what stories he has to tell his friends...
Such an entertaining tale, Auto.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-three

The journey from Algiers to Tangiers, Morocco’s nearest point to the European mainland was long and arduous but not without some stops along the five hundred or so route. When possible the travellers stopped over night in a khan, where the innkeeper would offer them the chance to take a bath before a meal that invariably included either lamb or goat. On those nights where there was not a convenient khan, they would sleep out under the stars or in tents when the altitude was such that the open air was too cold for comfort.

Armand and Jono had become form friends and as Mario had become the constant companion of the handsome Hassan, it was natural for Felix and Bruno to shares rooms or tents as the case maybe. It was at the first khan they stayed at that Armand and Jono first shared a room. The facilities were basic but clean and there was only one bed they had each used the privy at the back of the khan and for washing there was water and a bowl in the room with a bucket for the used water. Armand stripped off and washed as best he could; drying himself on a rough towel that was provided. Jono had watched him as he had done this and when it came to his turn to wash was rather bashful as he was sporting a semi-hard on.

‘It looks like you enjoyed watching me,’ Armand said.

‘Yes master,’ Jono replied.

‘Hey, I’m not your master. We are equals you and I, call me Armand.’ Jono smiled and felt relaxed in the company of the handsome Frenchman. ‘Where do you come from?’ Armand asked.

‘I was born in Algiers; my parents were servants in the mansion of a rich French merchant. They were not slaves so I was born a free man. Their master was a kind man and he had a son who was born a year before me. We played together and when we grew older, I became his servant. When the family moved to France, I went with my young master.’

‘What about your mother and father?’ Armand asked as, naked, he got under the covering on the bed.

‘They went to live in France as well but they grew old and first my father died and then my mother. She was broken hearted by his death and lost the will to live. So, you see I was alone with just my young master. I miss him as we used to spend all our time together. We shared the same bedroom and although I was supposed to sleep on the floor against the door as a protection for him, he would insist that I sleep in the bed with him.’ As he spoke, Jono washed himself and then used the same rough towel to dry his body.

Armand was quick to notice that Jono became more aroused as he spoke about his young master and suspected that sharing a bed meant more than just sleeping. Jono blew out the candle that had been the sole source of light in the room and he held his breath as he felt the smooth nakedness of Jono’s nubile body as he joined him in the narrow cot that served as a bed. Jono’s body was smooth and hairless and Armand has been amazed by the way that the pale yellow light from the candle before it was extinguished had reflected off the taught black skin of Jono’s amazing form.

They lay quietly side by side for a time both aware that the other was still awake.

‘I used to help my master get to sleep,’ Jono whispered.

‘How did you do that?’ Armand asked.

‘I used to suck his penis. He said that only after he had shed his seed could he sleep. I could do the same for you,’ Jono offered.

‘If you do and I go to sleep, how will you get to sleep?’ Armand asked incredulously.

‘I jerk myself off as a rule,’ Jono replied.

‘Well you may as well work your magic on me and tomorrow night, if we get to share a bed, I will do the same for you,’ Armand said. Jono set to work and Armand struggled to stay awake so as to prolong the pleasure. To save Jono the need to jerk himself off, Armand gave him a hand job as he was being sucked. Eventually they slept like babes to be shaken awake early the next morning as their companions were eager to start out on their journey again.

The night had been one of pleasure for the re-united Felix and Bruno.

‘Got how I missed you,’ Bruno said.

‘I thought I would never see you again,’ Felix replied. ‘When we learned what had happened to you, I was frantic. Armand with his connections has proved a God send, what would we have done had we not employed him?’

‘His friend Mario has also proved to be a wonderful help. Between them they have earned our eternal gratitude.’ Bruno remarked as he removed his clothes in readiness for bed. Felix and Bruno were so pleased to be back together they decided to forgo the nightly routine of bathing before bed and just fell into one another’s embrace. Their bodies were quite raunchy from the day’s exertions as they rode camels along the hot and duty route. Both had been used to a highly hygienic existence in the past with bathing facilities always available. The hot sweaty musk of their present condition did a great deal to arouse their animal instincts and they slavered over one another. Felix adopted a favourite position. He was on his side with Bruno likewise with his back to him. Felix penetrated Bruno’s ass from behind using a hand to jerk on his partner’s cock. From this position there was not much that Bruno could do other than twist awkwardly to find Felix’s lips with his own.

Felix pumped his cock deep into the tight hole of his lover and when he paused Bruno would provide the motion for himself, bucking back and forth as he was impaled on Felix’s hard, long hungry cock. The course bed sheet beneath them was soon soaked with their perspiration and clung to their bodies hindering their love making. Bruno pulled himself free and stood facing the wall by the bed and Felix took up a position behind him, his legs spread to reduce his height so that his cock was aligned with Bruno’s ass. Felix grasped Bruno’s hips and Bruno with his arms above his head used his hands to push himself back from the wall so that he was riding Felix’s cock again. He then worked himself on the throbbing shaft until he felt Felix shoot a load deep into him. The both fell onto the damp bed again and Felix sucked on Bruno’s cock until he was spent. Only then did they succumb to sleep.

Day followed day as they made their slow way across the rough terrain. The dust of the road and the heat of the sun coupled with copious perspiration took their toll on the clothes they wore and so Jono and his European friends adopted the Arab mode of dress. Less restraining it made life far more comfortable. With the absence of saving facilities they allowed their beards to grow and the sun darkened their faces so that they soon resembled the Berbers who were part of the caravan.

Mario rode alongside Hassan and it was apparent that they had become an item. The two young men who had played their part as Hassan’s servants during the ritual of his first encounter with Mario rode behind them. It was they who found water for bathing and enabled Hassan and Mario to maintain their suave appearance while their fellow travellers looked more and more dishevelled. This became a standing joke among the travellers and Mario laughing would hold his nose and frown upon them when they gathered together for a meal. Finally, they crossed the border into Morocco and they were able to enjoy the facilities of a bath house and fresh clothing.

The final leg of their journey brought them into Tangiers and arrangements were made for the short sea crossing to Gibraltar. Mario, however said that he intended to stay with Hassan who was planning a new journey across the continent to join the Silk Route into China.

 

[DonQuixote]

A journey of union and reunion.

Felix and Bruno reunited in their tangible love, while Mario and Hassan bloom in their fertile seed planting of one another.

Passion and heat.

Thanks, Auto.

 

[Craiger]

As each of our gentle souls have found each other the sojourn must end and will split them. Mario has accepted his place with Hassan, and could possibly carry us into a wonderful and exciting new adventure into China. However we must continue the final journey back to France. Felix and Bruno must be cautious as there seems to be a force intended on destroying them. Armand and Jono must be equally alert as the bounty hunters are still at work. What a delightful account of all our friends. Thanks Auto!

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

EXCELLENT chapter, Auto!

It's almost sad that two happy foursomes (Mario, Hassan, and those two nubile servants) (Felix, Bruno, Armand and Jono), are parting ways. However, I'm sure all of them will be discovering Wonderful Delights in their continuing travels. At least I'm hoping they will!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Autolycus]

Pleased to see that you are still following my group of merry men. life is full of problems for them and there will be a few more yet!

 

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-four

Felix decided that as Mario was to leave them with Hassan in a couple of days, it would be appropriate for them all to spend that time together prior to taking a ship over the narrow straights to Gibraltar. They would also be able to buy new clothes so that they could reach the British colony on the Spanish coast looking like Europeans rather than runaway Arabs. Beards were shorn and hair cut while relaxation in luxurious baths helped the travellers to resume their original personnas. Finally they said farewell to Mario and Hassan, wishing them good luck on their long journey to China, swearing they would all meet again one day. Felix had booked a passage for himself, Bruno, Armand and Jono for the sea crossing. A fair wind promised to speed them on their way and so it was that the four travellers set foot on territory that had become established as a little part of Britain.

As the colony was still little more than a military base at that time, the authorities were naturally suspicious of four foreigners appearing at the harbour and they were immediately placed under arrest. Under interrogation it was necessary to prove that they were not French spies. Felix had been at pains to preserve his papers throughout their travels and he was ultimately able to satisfy the interrogating officer that he was the son of a Ukrainian aristocrat and former diplomat who had served in the embassy in London. He vouched for his fellow travellers and explained how they had come from France. British intelligence was keen to learn about the new force that France was establishing in Africa as it could prove a threat to the Empire. They were granted leave to remain in the colony while Felix sorted out his financial affairs in France. Over the next few weeks, Felix was able to correspond with a notary in Paris who arranged the sale of the apartment and its contents and the transfer of the funds by banker’s draft to Felix.

With his newly replenished wealth Felix financed the passage of his group to England where they made their way to Liverpool and a ship that would take them to America and a new life. The British attitude to their sexuality was ambivalent. Whilst it was illegal to indulge in homosexual acts, it was accepted in certain circles so long as one was discrete, so discretion was their byword and it was full of hope for a golden future that the four friends set out on their last and most exciting journey to the Promised Land on America’s west coast.

oooooOOOOOooooo​

‘Hmm,’ said George, ‘that was quite an adventure story.’

‘Can’t believe it was all true though,’ said Scott. ‘Anyway the author never told us how Bruno came to be lifted off the street or what happened to Rudolf. Bit of a let-down really.’

‘Aww don’t be such a grouch, it was only a story. Maybe there’s another one we can share sometime.’

‘Maybe,’ Scott said with a yawn. ‘ I'm off to bed; are you coming or are you going to sort through those manuscripts all night?’

 

[Kyanimal]

Let's hope George keeps sorting!

Doesn't have to be tonight, per se, though!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

I have to agree with Chaz - George is the intrepid dog w/a towel, sort - worrying it until he gets what he wants.
Here's hoping.

 

[Craiger]

I'm sure I must be related to Felix as they settled on the West Coast. I'm sure it was San Francisco......... Well, one can dream anyway. Fun story, Auto. I hope they find a continuance within some of those manuscripts.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-five

“.......There was a muddle of pants and underwear around the tangle of ankles and feet and the only sound in the darkened room was that of heavy breathing and the odd groan. Flesh was pressed hard up against flesh and then a voice could be heard saying, ‘I missed you. Why did you go away?’

‘I had no choice; had I stayed he would have found me. Only now is it relatively safe for me to be here.’

‘Why are you so afraid of him?’

‘I know what he did. I am the only person who can tell the truth about him.’

There was a further spell of silence.”​

It was a day later and George had turned up another manuscript from the pile. The beginning of the narrative was either missing altogether or lost somewhere in the piles of papers he had in front of him. The piece he had found so far had aroused his curiosity so he was desperate to find the earlier pages before he read any more.

‘What are you looking for now?’ Scott asked as he entered the room and spotted George on his knees searching through a mass of paper.

‘Here, read this, Scott,’ George said as he handed the section of text up to him. Scott took the papers and scanned through the opening part.

‘Now you have got me interested,’ he said. ‘Let me help you find the other part.’ Together they checked to find the start of the story and after a while Scott cried out, ‘Hey! I think I have found it!’ He handed the pages over to George who sat back on his heels and read what, all too clearly, was the beginning of the manuscript they sought. The script was entitled “Innocent Bystander”

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Innocent Bystander​

Another day at the office and another bloody meeting. The work on Ray’s desk was piling up and he was desperate to get on with it. The partners were castigating the junior staff as they were regularly falling behind with work. Ray muttered to himself that if there were fewer meetings he could do more. ‘Did you have something to say, Ray,’ Don, the senior partner asked.

‘No sir, I was merely clearing my throat, I have had bit of a cold,’ Ray lied.

‘Been sucking too many cocks you mean,’ Joe who sat next to him whispered. Ray turned to look at Joe and smiled. They had a thing going and they were each as hungry as one another when it came to sucking cocks. Joe had been an intern for nearly six months while Ray had been with the firm for a year. They were very similar in appearance and had been taken for brothers when they went out clubbing together. Tall, slim with athletic bodies they would be eyed by girls at bars but their subtle approaches went unheeded as neither found girls attractive.

Joe still lived in the parental home but Ray had a small studio pad of his own and they would hang out there together longing for the day that they could afford a decent apartment between them they could share. There was a slight problem in as much as Joe had not come out to his parents and they thought that when he was out late or did not come home for the night that he had a secret girl friend and would constantly ask him to bring her home to meet them. Joe would hedge and say that the time was not yet right. He dreaded telling them the truth as his father was a blatant homophobe.

Finally the meeting came to an end and the attendees were able to go back to their desks and get on with their work. Ray had a particular job that day as he was required to serve a notice on a guy who was witness to a hit and run accident. Ray checked the address on his GPS and set out to call at the condo in a rundown part of town. The senior partner had agreed to act as prosecuting counsel on this particular case as the district attorney’s office was short staffed due to sickness. The accused was the only son of Franco Tonelli a local club owner who was a known crime baron but who had always managed to evade prosecution. His son was a spoilt brat and tearaway who had several minor convictions for motoring offences. The hit and run was a fatality and if young Luca Tonelli was found guilty he could be facing a very long jail sentence if not life.

Ray pulled up in the parking lot in front of the condo and climbed the stairs to the level where the witnessed lived. A short walk way took him to a battered front door where a small sign over the broken door bell showed the name he was seeking, Dwight Colberg. Ray knocked on the door and it swung open. He looked down the shabby hallway that opened onto a kitchen at the far end.

‘Hi! Anyone there? Mr Colberg!’ he shouted. There was no replay so he stepped in through the door and walked up to the first door, he knocked and opened it to see that the room beyond was an untidy family room. There was no one there so he walked further down the hall. The next door was slightly ajar and he could hear what sounded like a slow hand clap coming from inside. He pushed the door open wide and quickly realised that a slow hand clap was not what he was hearing. Two partly dressed men were on the bed, one on his back and the other pounding his ass. The slapping noise was that of the top guy’s lower body and upper thighs slapping on the upturned butt of the one he was fucking.

‘Hrrrmm! Excuse me...’ Ray said cautiously. The two men were too engrossed in their sex act to notice him.

‘You want something?’ a voice said barely above a whisper from behind the door. Ray turned to see a third guy holding a video camera focused on the pair on the bed.

‘Sorry to interrupt the proceedings,’ Ray gasped ‘but I am looking for Dwight Colberg.’

‘I am he. You will have to wait a couple of minutes while we finish this shot.’ Ray stood there watching the sex show and guiltily feeling a hardening in his pants. He had seen plenty of this sort of action in the Internet but this was the first time he had watched two guys at it in the flesh. The guy on his back was jerking on his cock and suddenly gasped, ‘I’m gonna cum!’ His prediction was fulfilled and the top guy pulled out, flung aside his semi-filled condom and jerked himself off over the prone body beneath him.

‘Fine! That’s in the can,’ Dwight said. ‘Now stranger what can I do for you?’

Ray was watching the guys on the bed as they lay laughing on the bed. ‘Hey stranger, you enjoy the show. How about you join us for another round?’ the top guy said provocatively as he stroked the deflating cock of his partner.

‘Errr... no thanks...’ Ray stammered blushing like a virgin. ‘I am here to hand this notice to you, Mr. Colberg.’

‘What’s this? You’re not a debt collector are you?’ Colberg said as he took the envelope from Ray’s hand.

‘No, it’s an affidavit for you to appear as a witness in a court case.’

‘Not that hit and run/ I told the cops all I saw on that day.’

‘You will be required to repeat that in court,’ Ray explained.

‘Like hell I will. That kid’s father, he will kill me first.’ Colberg replied.

‘He does not know who you are and your identity will be protected in court. You have nothing to worry about,’ Ray told him.

‘When is this trial?’

‘Like it says in the notice... next Monday,’ Ray said pointing to the relevant part of the notice.

‘Do I need a lawyer?’

‘No my boss is representing the people; he will talk you through what you have to do on the day. You need to be at the court at nine on Monday morning. Don’t be late. Anything else you want to know?’

‘Yeah... how the fuck can I get outta this?’

‘I’m afraid that’s not possible. You are a key witness and without you there is no real case against Luca Tonelli. See you in court.’ Ray turned and left before Colberg could make any more objections. He laughed to himself as he ran down the concrete stairs to his car at the thought of the amateurish porn shoot he had burst in upon. ‘Why the hell hadn’t they locked the door?’ He wondered as he felt dampness in his pants due to pre-cum dripping from his dick, ‘Glad they hadn’t in a way that was quite a turn on.’


to be continued...

 

[Craiger]

Why don't I ever run into such happenings........ I'm a nice guy. What has the world got against me????? Actually, I don't know what my reaction would be if I had been in Ray's position. I don't know if I would have been able to speak... This is sounding like another great manuscript, Auto. George seems to find the exciting ones and finally Scott is interested too. Let's get on with the mystery.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

Now THAT certainly is a Good start!

However, given the portents of that first section read ...

I'm definitely "hooked", and eagerly waiting for More!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

(And, Yeah!, Craiger is indeed a nice guy! )

 

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-six

Ray returned to his desk back at the office and started work on the pile of files that had been allocated to him. He enjoyed his work and liked being under pressure as it helped to concentrate his mind on the task in hand. However, the pressure did nothing to wipe the memory of what he had seen at Colberg’s apartment. He had downloaded stacks of porn over the past few years and had been to some book stores that had viewing rooms but that was the first and only time he had seen gay sex ‘in the flesh’. His sexploits with the all too willing and co-operative Joe were OK but seeing those two guys performing for Dwight Colberg’s camera was something else. Aware that he was not making much progress with his work, Ray kept an eye on the clock and once it was time to leave he tidied his desk and headed for the door.

‘Hey buddy, you seem to be a rush,’ Joe said as Ray passed by him.

‘Yeah... Gotta see a guy about something...’ Ray replied.

‘I thought we might get together,’ Joe said making a suggestive wink.

‘Sorry. Maybe I’ll call you later. Depends how I get on,’ Ray said as he went out the door feeling guilty about the way he was giving his buddy the brush off. The rain that had been threatened by the weather forecasters held off and it was a fine evening as Ray walked across the parking lot. He got in his car and drove over to the condo where Colberg lived through the early home-going commuter traffic. He was hoping that there was more live action going on and that maybe he could get a slice... not that he had any intention of taking part in a movie. The drive was slowed by the evening traffic but that was all part of living in a large city and although Ray was feeling frustrated by the line of cars ahead he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. When at last he arrived at the condo he spotted several cars parked there that had not been there earlier in the day. He guessed that folks had finished work and were home again, however, one car in particular caught his eye as it was a new and expensive continental car and out of place when compared with the others parked near it.

He parked up and clambered out onto the black top to make his way over to the stairs up to Colberg’s apartment. He had decided to say that he had come back as he may have dropped his house keys there when he called earlier. A lie of course but a reasonable excuse for a return visit. As he approached the door, he saw that yet again it was open. He could hear raised voices. Someone was having an argument unless it was all part of a video scenario. Cautiously, he stepped inside and made his way along the lobby to where the sound of voices and a distinct scent of stale sex were coming from. Now that he was close the odor was more pungent and he could hear what was being said.

‘You give evidence against my boy and I will kill you, understand?’ said a man whose back was to the open bedroom door.

‘Don’t threaten me, I’ve been ordered to appear was a witness for the prosecution and face jail if I don’t attend the court. Nothing you can say can alter that. Your son will have to face up to the consequences,’ a brave faced but trembling Dwight Colberg replied. Dwight was dressed only in a crumpled pair of boxers and the bed behind him looked a mess. A large plastic replica penis and a bottle of lubricant lay amongst a number of used tissues. It looked as though Dwight may have been jerking off when he was disturbed by the middle aged guy shouting at him.

‘Like hell he will,’ the man, who was now recognised as Tonelli replied. Ray saw him strike a blow to Colberg’s head. The younger man fell and hit his head on the nightstand and lay still. Ray stepped back not wishing to be seen by Tonelli who looked down at the fallen man and the turned and make a hasty retreat from the department. Concerned for Colberg, Ray entered the bedroom and checked him. Bleeding from a large gash in his head, he appeared unconscious if not dead. His cock and balls showed through the scuffed up leg of the boxers. As Ray stepped back from the stricken man he saw that there was a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the room that was focused on the bed. The camera appeared to be turned on and a red light indicated that it was recording. He quickly backed out from the room, called 911 on his cell phone and asked for an ambulance. When asked for his name he turned off the phone and ran down to his car. As he got into his car, Ray saw Tonelli pass by him in the expensive car he had spotted. Tonelli looked at Ray and Ray shivered as he realized that the man had seen enough to be able to recognize him again.

Back in his apartment, Ray sat and wondered what he should do. He had made an incognito call for the ambulance. He toyed with the idea of calling the police. He knew that he should do so but that would mean his being called as a witness should Tonelli be charged. Colberg had suffered because he was to give evidence against Tonelli’s son. Ray trembled at the thought of what Tonelli might do to him if he was to speak out against the gangster. Even in custody, Tonelli would be able to set thugs onto him; it did not bear thinking about.
Next day, Ray went into work as usual. He didn’t feel too good as he had had a pretty sleepless night. When he did nod off he dreamed he was in bed with Colberg who felt like a block of ice as he lay beside him. Their naked bodies were covered in a wet sticky substance. Ray woke with a start as in his dream he found he was covered in blood. He turned on the light and looked down at his body, it was wet but wet with sweat not blood to his great relief.

‘Hey! You OK?’ Joe asked.

‘Yeah... yeah, I guess so,’ Ray replied.

‘What happened to you last night? I thought you would phone,’ Joe said a look of disappointment and betrayal on his face.

‘Sorry man but I was kinda busy y’know. Maybe another time eh?’ Ray said apologetically as he made his way over to his desk. He worked at his files for an hour or so when the phone on his desk rang. He picked up and the voice of Karen the receptionist greeted him. ‘Ray, there are two police officers in the lobby asking to speak with you. Can you come down, please?’

Ray put the phone down and looked around the office, he felt that everyone was looking at him but no they were heads down over their computer terminals or using the phone, no one was paying him any attention. Reluctantly he stood up and walked down to the lobby.

The two men standing there stepped up to him and holding out their badges, one said. ‘Mr Askew, Raymond Askew?’ Ray nodded and stammered, ‘Yes, I am Ray Askew; how may I help you?’

‘I am Detective Gates and this is my colleague Detective Batley. We need to ask you some questions, is there somewhere we can talk in private?’ Ray led them to an interview room and they all sat down.

Gates seemed to be the lead man and he spoke asking Ray, ‘We have reason to believe that you were visiting the home of Dwight Colberg last evening.’

‘Who says that I was?’ Ray asked.

‘You were seen parking your car outside Colberg’s apartment. We obtained your name from an acquaintance of Mr. Colberg who was in his apartment when you called that morning. Ray’s mind flashed to the sight of the two men making out in front of Colberg’s camera, they must have learned who he was from Colberg after he had left. ‘Maybe I was in the vicinity,’ Ray offered. ‘Why are you asking me these questions?’

‘A call for an ambulance was made from Colberg’s apartment and it has been traced to you cell phone.’ It was Batley who ventured this information and his partner nodded his agreement. ‘You see, we can place you at the scene of the crime. However, neighbours say that they saw another man leave seconds before you ran from the apartment. Who was he?’

Ray knew that he had no alternative but to explain in detail all that had taken place. Detective Gates told him that he would have to accompany them to the precinct office to make a statement in writing. He asked Karen to let his boss know why he was leaving the office and he walked out with the two detectives and into their unmarked car to be driven to the police station.

There he learned that his presence at the apartment was recorded on the video camera Colberg had running in his bedroom. The voice of his attacker was recorded but there was no real image to show who he was. Ray confirmed that the man was in fact Franco Tonelli. The two detectives exchanged glances and smiling, Gates said ‘Gottcha!’ At last they had a strong case against the known gang leader and they had an opportunity to send him down on a murder rap. The case against the son was also water-tight as Ray was the new witness that could put Tonelli senior in the frame for killing the man who could provide the evidence needed for a conviction. Ray realized that he was in an unenviable position knowing what Tonelli was likely to do to silence him.

The statement duly typed up and signed, Ray was allowed to leave the precinct building. He went back to the office and asked to see the senior partner in order to explain that he as now a witness in the place of the deceased Colberg. Denis Bulstrode was an august man and sympathetic toward the much troubled Ray. Of course, he was not to know the true reason for Ray’s return visit to Colberg’s apartment; the excuse about lost keys had convinced the detectives and Bulstrode accepted it as well. ‘Di you find your keys?’ he asked. Ray had already answered that by telling Gates and his partner that he had discovered the keys on the floor of his car where he had dropped them. As had been his practice since childhood, Ray crossed his fingers as he repeated the lie.

Denis Bulstrode assured ray that he had nothing to worry about. Tonelli would not dare to move against him as he was already in too much trouble over the case against his son and the subsequent death of the only witness to the RTA in which Luca Tonelli was involved. Ray went home and double locked his door having bought enough food to last him until the trial day on Monday. Several times his land line phone rang and each time there was no one there when he picked up the receiver. He saw this as a threat from Tonelli. Monday came and he duly appeared in court to back the case against Luca. They young man was sentenced to seventeen years in a high security prison. Ray was free to go but reminded that he was required as a witness in the trial of Tonelli senior.

That night as he lay in bed dreading what the future might hold for him, Ray had another phone call this time there was a voice that warned him that if he was to speak against Franco Tonelli he would be dead meat. It was then that Ray decided that he would leave town and go into hiding until Tonelli’s trial date.

to be continued

 

[DonQuixote]

Auto,
I started to read your previous post a couple of times, but sleepiness got the better of me - been a week of "no rest for the wicked - or weary", as the case may be.

Interesting turns of events. Witnesses to murder and mayhem and general intrigue in the M-o-M sex department, too.

 

[Kyanimal]

Ray's decision to "Evaporate" is the best decision to be made.

The only question is, how effective/thorough can he be about it? And, will he be in time?

I'm eagerly looking forward to having my suspense suspended!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

Come to think about it, I don't want to follow Ray's morning escapade. Look where it got him. Just because he wanted to see some live sex......no way, Jose. I will remain in my monastery cell, counting my beads........... Poor Ray! Where is he to hide?

Craiger