CASE #2980 - Endorra's Eye

It was no surprise that there was an armed guard dressed in a black suit for security reasons. He noticed that the burly man wore black sunglasses with gold rims in the dark hall. This was an amateur move as one of the first things you learn in his line of work is to be noticed only when you need to be noticed. The rest of the time it’s a matter of life or death to keep a low profile. The guard opened the door to the penthouse for him the moment he saw him walk out of the elevator.

Only the rich and famous had access to these places. The suite had everything you would expect from the Italian marble columns, exotic hardwood floors, hand woven rugs, rich fabrics and precious metals. A curator had surely taken years picking out the original pieces of artwork covering the plaster walls.

“I see you made it Ian”. Said Fernando Dos Santos from the bar on the far wall.

Mr. Dos Santos was the target in this assignment. He was suspected of stealing Endorra’s Eye, the largest jewel in the African Nation’s collection. It was his job to recuperate and return the invaluable stone back to the rightful owners. A myth surrounded the protected those who possess it.

“I wasn’t about to pass up an invitation like yours.” Slate said measuring his words very carefully.
Slate had followed Dos Santos into the men’s room at the banquet hall on the second floor of the hotel. He took the urinal next to the man making sure to flash his enormous cock. Recon identified the government official as homosexual and very sexually active. It was easy to pick him up by Slate as he has extensive experience with his type.

The wide-eyed man turned his head to look at Slate and was nearly blinded by his resplendent smile. It disarmed Dos Santos who immediately showed interest. As they stood side by side washing their hands longer than it would take someone under normal circumstances.

“Did you enjoy the presentation Mr…?” Dos Santos asked to start a conversation.

“Ian Dalton. I’m with World Investment Corporation and I would have enjoyed it more if the panel had addressed the costs to transport the raw materials to the coast for shipping. Without knowing that, the whole enterprise can render not profitable at all.” He responded looking at his mark directly in the eye.

“It’s good to see you were actually listening. Most of the attendees are drunk by now. Not that it matters now, their pledges to invest in the project have already been signed.” He said.

 “I would like to talk to you more about it, if you have the time or interest. Perhaps we can get a drink together. I’m staying in the penthouse.”

Slate approached the man and raised his hand running his fingers through the man’s thick hair to fix a tussle that was out of place on his otherwise perfectly coiffed head. Dos Santos reached for Slate’s crotch where he let his hand feast on the gigantic bulge. It was the clue Slate was waiting for to close the deal.

“Be up in thirty minutes. I still have to do some more hand shaking.” Dos Santos said.

“With that hand?” Slate pointed to the hand that had just seconds before been caressing his cock through the lightweight wool of his tuxedo trousers. This made both men share a chuckle.
Now that he was in the penthouse, the real work would begin. The recon information was detailed. The jewel was in the safe behind the Picasso in the master bedroom. It was a very unsophisticated safe. Anyone with access and a cheap re-codifier could open it. First, he would have to get the opportunity. It shouldn’t be hard to distract the crook.

“Scotch, neat, twelve years if you got it.” Slate answered.

The man poured a double shot in each of the glasses. He walked to his guest and lured him with the drink into the bedroom. Then he sat at the at the armchair by the window and dimmed the lights with a remote control that was on the side table. He looked as if he was at the theater and paid full price for first row tickets. He wanted to admire Slate.

“I have your drink. Would you undress for it?” He asked. It was obviously clear that he handled his sex life like his business dealings.

Slate illuminated the room with a gleaming smile and began to shed his clothes. His muscular physique was perfectly groomed and made the mark swallow hard.

“You take very good care of your body Mr. Dalton.”

The comment was like sugar for Slate. He took his time undoing his belt and zipper before letting the trousers drop to the floor. His audience of one loved the show as much as he loved taking other people's money. Slate slowly walked over to Dos Santos and took the scotch from his hand. In one big gulp he downed the expensive liquor.

“Another drink?” Dos Santos finished his and attempted to get up, but Slate pushed him back to his seat.

“I’ll get them. You should get undressed in the meantime.”

Slate refilled the glasses quickly. He then took the quick dissolve sedative hidden behind his ear and dropped it into Dos Santos’ glass. He walked over to the balcony quietly opening the French doors. He took a quick look assessing how difficult it would be if he had to make a run for it and escape if he was caught. He saw the lights from the surveillance van flash on and off signaling they were waiting for him parked on the street. He rushed back into the room drinks in hand and the bottle.

Upon his return Dos Santos was indeed undressed but covered by a towel around his waist. It’s not unusual for men to react that way when they have the likes of Slate in their presence. His massive cock could make anyone nervous and self-conscious.

Dos Santos turned to find the two glasses of liquor and the slab of man meat of his desires. Soft as it was, it was still impressive.

"I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to cover yourself up."
Dos Santos cheeks flushed as he saw Slate’s cock grow to a full monumental erection right before his eyes.

“Why don’t you touch it? It won’t seem so intimidating after you do?”

Slate’s cock is tremendously thick and some reports have put it at over eleven inches in length. The vascular skin only accentuates the rigid nature of his powerful erections. The man walked over and nervously touched it for the first time sending warm waves through his body. His fingers could feel the heat emanating from it, so hot it almost burned. Smiling the man looked at Slate’s handsome face.

The head of Slate’s cock seemed almost purple and plump. The slit at the tip dribbled little viscous droplets that if allowed could reach the floor traveling in a silky thread. The mark was pleased with everything he saw and moved his hand to the base of the shaft where he played with the curly pubic hair. He then took his hand to his face and inhaled a long deep whiff of Slate’s man scent.

He used his other hand to cup the low-hanging sack of Slates balls. He felt their uncommonly large size which caused him to shiver from head to toe. Just like a moth to a flame, He uncontrollably desired to drain the mammoth balls in his hand.

“Should we move to the bed?” He asked.

“Drink this first. You are going to need the courage if you allow me inside of you.” Slate said softly to the man’s ear.

He downed the drink and threw the glass in the direction of the fireplace. He missed and failed at his attempt to appear suave and confident before his guest. This made him blush and to avoid Slate’s firm gaze, he lowered himself to the floor on his knees. He admired the cock once again and broken by the anticipation, he whimpered as his wet tongue slipped out of his mouth to taste for the first time Slate’s cock and pre-cum.

He savored the delicious taste as he licked the slit over and over as if trying to lure more of his manly nectar. Soon his tongue ran up and down the full length of the rigid member. Slate thoroughly enjoyed oral stimulation. The man used his hand once more to grab the base and opened as wide as he ever had to capture the fleshy head in his hungry mouth.

“Yes. That feels just right,” Slate murmured in a soft voice. “Take more of it.”

Without a word, he acquiesced taking more of the huge member into his mouth. He took his time devouring with every push more of his length. It wasn’t long before the head of his dick reached the uvula causing him to gag. He stopped and pulled back. Slate was amused the worldly man hadn’t the skills to do the job.

Slate coaxed him to try again but this time he grabbed the man’s head to direct him in his endeavor. This time there was much less gagging and much more wet sucking.

“You don’t have to take all of it. Very few people can.” Slate said in an understanding tone. “Why don’t you just concentrate on the head?”

The man sighed with relief and went back to sucking. One of his hands caressed Slate’s balls while the other began to stroke the base of his precious dick.

Slate took a quick glance at the clock on the wall. It was almost time, so he decided to move things along.

“I think you had enough fun doing that. Let’s get to my favorite part on the bed…” Slate said.

Dos Santos eyes looked up at Slate unfocused and droopy. The drug was starting to take effect. The man allowed his guest to lift him from the floor and help him onto the bed.
“Get on your stomach.”

The man obeyed with an absent-minded smile. Slate took his place behind him and began rubbing the man’s back.

“Relax,” Slate said in a soft voice. “I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have.

Dos Santos moaned at the rubbing from Slate’s manly hands. He felt himself reach a semi-dreamy state which made his body tingle with anticipation. Slate pressed the head of his dick against the man’s hole. In a clumsy attempt, the man tried reaching to the nightstand drawer but could not reach it. Slate reached and opened the drawer which contained a bottle of lube and some sex toys. He removed the lubricant and applied copious amounts to his cock and the pulsating hole of his bottom.

“Please be gentle. You are bigger than anyone I’ve been with…” he said in a sleepy mumble.

“Leave it up to me,” Slate said. “You’ll be glad you let me take charge.”

Slate gently pressed against the twitching hole over and over to allow it to get used to the presence of his cock’s head. After a while he managed to open it up enough to allow the head to enter. He looked at his companion to gauge his reaction. There was only a soft groan which meant he was under, and he could proceed.

A few more squirts of lube and things began to escalate very quickly. Slate’s uncontrollable libido took over and he switched his gentle pushing to violent attacks on the asshole causing it to stretch and gape. The force of his thrusts made his partner grown and moan as he felt the full weight of Slate’s body force his way deeper than anyone ever had. Slate knew he was close and if it was under different circumstances, he would have slowed down to make the experience last as long as possible. This was business however and he knew what to do.

He re positioned Dos Santos by grabbing him by his narrow hips and tilting his pelvis up. This allowed Slate’s cock head to relentlessly pound against his bottom’s prostate. The experience was very new to Dos Santos. It took only a few minutes before the assault on his insides caused him to explode in a puddle of semen wetting the embroidered sheets. Slate felt the man convulsing to climax below him which prompted him to bust his own load. His ejaculate flooded Dos Santos insides filling him with so much hot milky goodness that it leaked as Slate pumped.

The man attempted to move but Slate quickly dropped his entire body weight on him to keep him as he was.

“That was so good. Go ahead… get some rest and maybe we do it again. Would you like that?” He whispered in his ear.

Dos Santos felt weak and exhausted. He couldn’t even muster enough strength to say anything, so he nodded and closed his eyes. He was finally out.

Slate wasted no time. He dressed back up in record time. There was an electronic decoder hidden behind his belt buckle. He walked over to the painting and opened like a door on hinges. There was the safe, just like the team had reported. The decoder fit perfectly into the mini analog plug, which began reading and running all the possible permutations of the six numbers it needed to crack the combination. He looked over at Dos Santos who slept like a baby snoring from time to time. The light switched from red to amber to green.

He removed the the jewelry box and examined its contents. Endorra’s Eye was indeed a beauty. 

He estimated it to weigh nearly a quarter pound. From his coat’s lining, he took out a device that resembled a small parachute. Skillfully, he attached the jewelry box to it. He was about to close the door to the safe when a small metal object the size of a coin caught his eye.

The object was a medal. It had embossed the inscription “MVNDUS ENIM NOSTRUM”. He remembered where he had seen it before. There was a lot more that he might want to learn about it and the only lead he had was Dos Santos. He made a decision and shut the door, leaving everything as it was, except the jewelry box.

He quickly walked out of the bedroom and across the living room to the window. From the balcony, he saw the van. He motioned to the team inside. Finally, Drummond got out of the vehicle and walked to the hotel courtyard directly below. He took the box containing the jewel and threw it to him. The device opened midair and landed the package a few feet from where the young man was.

The morning found Dos Santos somewhat dizzy and hungover. He knew he drunk quite a bit, but he was always careful not to black out. He jumped to his feet when he realized Slate wasn’t with him. He quickly put on his silk robe and marched to the sitting room. He found a shirtless Slate mixing coffee at the bar.

“Here,” Slate said handing him the cup. “I didn’t take you for such a party animal.” Dos Santos quizzically looked at Slate but accepted the dark roast he was offering.

“We nearly killed the bottle.” Slate pointed over to the bottle of Scotch now nearly empty.
He had dumped its contents in the sink.

“If you have some time, I’d like to take you to lunch today. I think we should get to know each other; don’t you think?”