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We pulled in fine through the airbase as the young Twink guards knew me in all the carnal sense. Once we entered the hangar and I locked the door, I hit the lights.
There were holy shits and fucks and wows from all five boys, Carter included. It was a vast, open area, as expected, perfectly climate-controlled for all seasons, so right now, in the second week of July, it was set at 73.5°F, as we would all be nude shortly. There was a bank of 12 lockers for all clothes and belongings, and a solid, padded, leather long bench about three feet wide for pre-play. Beside it were four open showers and douches, along with the expected large drains, lube, and cleansers.
As we started to disrobe, I announced, “Guys, please do not be embarrassed if you need to douche, it is what it is there for. As we shower, please clean as you feel necessary, and we will appreciate it. Carter and I douched before heading into town, but you four go ahead.
Francoise answered, “Well, I have not eaten in three days in anticipation of a huge fuck fest, and I douched before going to the airport.”
Justin responded, “That is incredible, Francoise. I did the same thing!” We shook our heads and laughed.
Blake stated, “I have been going light on the food as well and douching each morning before work because Rowan and I have been fucking in the storeroom when the Bar is slow and mom is out doing errands.”
Rowan smiled and replied, “Dido dudes…clean as a whistle, so let's strip and see the goods.”
I sensed immediately the fear in Justin's face; Carter and I glanced at each other and him.
Carter said, “Guys, I want us to do something special for Justin. With your permission, Justin, may I share?”
He replied, “Yes, please do for me as it is so hard for me to…to….” A tear fell from his eye; then another and another. Francoise so lovingly held his hands and wiped his tears from Justin’s wet cheeks.
Francoise said, “No matter what has happened to you or what you have been suffering with, I support and will embrace you and it. I am in Love with you, Justin, from the moment I laid eyes on you tonight.”
Carter continued, “Justin’s mother was a drug addict and prostitute. God rest her soul. She was heavily using during Justin’s gestation while she carried him, and then mentally, emotionally, and physically abused, beaten, and burned repeatedly. I want us all to undress Justin, and we will kiss and love every part of his face and body, welcoming him into our loving hearts, bodies, and minds. He is more beautiful than any of us here. Let's begin.” We kissed the tears from Justin and savoured every inch of his body that was either perfect or not. In minutes, he was gasping and in such a welcome, safe spot. His cock was bigger than the last I saw. Must have been all that dildo riding in our Montreal Condo.
We were all nude now, and fully erect. Blake had a huge, uncut, thick dick, as I suspected. A solid 9.5” s with a wonderful brown thick bush and low hanging big balls. We all smiled. Rowan asked in a very loving way.
“Carter, Blake and I are versatile and love fucking each other, but let's face it, we all need to feel Ethan's huge mother fucking cock tonight, but no one more than Blake, as it will be rare for him to get fucked with a cock bigger than he has!” That was it. We erupted into a passionate, wild six-boy orgy.
Could I write about it…Yes, but nothing different than what we did with Gracie and throughout this story so far; so not to be boring, we train fucked each other and all were bred balls deep by me and my massive thick cock until each Twink blew incredible loads hands free; we sucked, rimmed, fisted and used the huge dildos on each other and then fucked each other some more and fisted in a chain gang bang. The cum erupted all over us six and down our throats. We went on for over four hours. Until we passed out naked on the huge bed, all six of us, filled with each other's semen in our stomachs and man cunts.
I woke at 7 AM. Carter was there with coffee and bagels in hand, glancing at the digital-controlled door to the other half of the secure hangar that hid Gracie, the F4 Phantom E modified…just a bit! I knew he had read the flight manual book of words several times, written by Gracie and me. With his photographic memory, I was just as anxious to see how he could move from reading and watching to doing when it came to piloting.
I said, “Little excited and anxious, are we?”
Carter answered, “Shhhhhh…quiet! The boys are passed out asleep, exhausted from our huge fuck and fist fest…was a great cum orgy, yes?”
I answered, “Yes, it was, but when Gracie fires up and takes off, I doubt they will stay asleep!”
Carter said, “Well, too bad feel sad…we all have to get out of bed sometime, even after a huge hot six-boy cum fest!” I gulped the coffee and wolfed down the bagel. I quietly led Carter to the locker where I had the jump suits, coveralls with buttoned chest, crotch, and ass seams, to wear.
“Ethan, this uniform is the rank of Captain!” Said Carter.
“Well, so it’s a big exaggeration, but I know you will not disappoint me today!” I spoke.
We walked to the digital door lock. I punched in my code and scanned my biometrics. The door slid open; the room was dark and musty. The door shut quickly behind us and auto-locked. I heard and saw Carter panting in excitement and anticipation.
I called, “Lights to full; ventilation engaged.” The room lit up, and the fans began. Bigger than all of it was Carter’s reaction.
“Holy Fuck me sideways, Ethan!” I read all the manuals and saw all the videos, but holy shit! You actually mated Harrier Thrust and lift packs so she can do vertical takeoffs and landings…Fuck she is so gorgeous! I am anxious to learn more about the 360-degree swivel seat that connects the entire cock pit dual seats…I hope my cock pit will get filled in this flight.”
I replied, “That's why we built her like that, my love; nothing like getting fucked at 50,000 feet and Mach 6!” We walked all around her as Carter felt the shiny, mirror metallic silicone-covered skin.”
“I still can’t believe you coated her in the platinum cured silicone to give her 100% stealth radar and absorption…essentially, she is one giant Hankey Dildo! Reminds me of Wonder Woman's jet, but so much more badass,” He spoke.
“Do you want her to fuck you, Carter?” I asked.
He answered, smiling, “Oh, do I please…balls deep, Gracie; thrusters to the max and Mach 10 firing all weapons at once up my cunt!” We both giggled and climbed on up; put on our helmets and face mask oxygen supplies. Carter looked adorable in his Twink sculpted frame, all suited up. I could hear his heart racing and breathing so intensely, like the first time we fucked till morning in my bed the night I rescued him.
“Please, Ethan, I am nervous. Please cum up front with me and swivel the main cock pit seat all the way back so we both can sit in her pilot seat strapped in.” I did as my lover requested, ensuring my cock was out of the crotch buttons and ready for his boy hole to slide down on me.
As mentioned, the two main seats can swivel all the way around, so we each have full access to the entire double seater front and back, and to one another and all the controls. Carter easily smiled and found his Velcro open ass flap. He hopped into the cock pit after me and immediately slid my entire cock up his hole, balls deep, with a relief and gasp; his heart rate slowed and breathing normalized. I was pretty aware that whenever he was stressed or in any distress and pain, that my cock up his man cunt ass was better than the greatest sedative pharmaceutical available. Then he took in the brand new state-of-the-art digital AI controls and helmet sensors.
He gasped and said, “Holy shit, Ethan, the manual and videos do not do her justice. This is like something on the Starship Enterprise!” He wiggled his ass on my dick and began a nice, slow milking ride with my tip rubbing his left sigmoid descending side that I was hugging; my shaft could feel his prostate thumping. I knew he was going to cum as soon as the wheels were off the ground.
I pushed the hangar door open buttons and said, “Take us out, Captain!” He clenched his anal sphincters, turned and smiled with his visor open and a very stretched tongue to kiss as our helmets bashed together in giggles. I had already filed a flight plan with the tower days before, although not precisely.
I called, “Goose Bay Tower, this is Phantom 4 Terra requesting take off clearance. One guest on board?”
The controller replied, “Pleasure to have you back, LTC Terra and Guest, you are clear for take off, Godspeed, LTC & Twink Hottie!”
I stated, grinning from Ear to Ear, “Go, Carter. Remember, Gracie is always engaged and will not allow any harm to come to us or the aircraft, so she will perform minor corrections when required. Now, let's wake up those exhausted, horny Twinks!”
I barely finished my sentence, and I heard Carter announce, “Clear for take off, Tower Phantom F4 Terra departing now, engines to max power.” Holy shit, he knew all the controls and commands. In seconds, we were barrelling down the runway. I was just about to call out the rotation when Carter announced it seconds before me.
“200 knots and rotate! Oh Fuck! Ethan! I am cumming Fuck, this is so much fun! I am cumming, lover, pound my cunt now!” We lifted off perfectly and gracefully in a flash (why she is called Gracie). Once we were a few hundred feet high, he said,
“Ok, we are up… let's just see what this baby can do!”
I screamed “CCCCCAAAAARRRRTTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRRR! FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!” He did a Maverick 90 vertical straight up, hollering and hooting like some fucking yu-haha!” In no time, we were at 20K km, not quite to outer space, but fucking high. My cock was buried deep in his hole, and his entire hotness pressed against me in a massive G force.
I said, “Are you done playing with the aircraft now?” He rode up and down, mounting my hard cock in his hole, moaning and groaning, clenching his strong anal sphincter.
He answered, “Wow…Fuck me! I can’t believe how high we are; you can see the curve of the Earth and then the entire continent and oceans…Fucking beautiful. Thank you, Ethan. Once again, you are making all my dreams cum true!”
I stated, “Let me show you the most beautiful place on earth, head up to the Torngat mountains and let's scare some wildlife.”
He replied, “Oh Fuck yeah, I have always wanted to see them! I can guess that at Mach speed racing through the curving mountains, valleys, and fiords is a test for me, yes?” I thought to myself, my autistic savant is now becoming clairvoyant, reading my thoughts…fuck!
I proclaimed, “Carter, you are doing beautifully now, like they say, just fly the fucking plane already!” He punched in a course for Torngat, and in a few minutes, we were at the north Killiniq, Nunavut. He handled the stick and yoke magnificently like a veteran of 30 years. “Now commence your run at the start of the continuous inland fiords, rivers and lakes. Try going as fast as you feel safe to doooooo ssssssssoooooooooooo FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!”
Carter hit the throttle and pressed his body hard back to me, causing my cock to balls deep jab his splenic flexure as he moaned and groaned with fucking and flying. It was incredibly gorgeous and heavenly. I was sure Gracie would have to engage a few times, as I was sure the wingtips barely brushed the mountainside; a few bird nests were no more… sorry!
Carter said, “I have never dreamed of such magnificent, unimaginable beauty. This is one of the best times of my entire life, Ethan. I will never forget this moment! Thank you. I am so in Love with you!” I squeezed him hard and thrust my cock quickly, faster and faster. Carter moaned and groaned. “Oh Wow…look, we are already back in Happy Valley….I want more Ethan…can we make sure the Twinks and Airborne are all up and then cut over to Gros Morne National Park?”
I answered, “Ask the Control Tower?” So, he did.
“Goose Bay Tower, this is Phantom 4 Terra, requesting low-level hypersonic flyby, over?”
“Phantom 4 Terra, Tower here; Fly by approved, but keep well to the East as commercial flights are approaching west at 10 out from landing.”
Carter answered, “Roger that, Tower, hold your coffee and your cocks!” I giggled, and we blew over the base at 160 Ft at Mach 2, shaking every single hangar and structure. In the rear-view cameras, we could see Justin, Francoise, Rowan and Blake fully naked running out of the hangar with morning hard cocks. We were sure this helped their thrusting even more. Several dozen other naked airborne Twinks, all the same, looked like they were in the midst of morning shower shenanigans, etc.
“My God, Ethan, Gros Morne is just as incredible; how can anyone in this nuclear world of ours think of destroying the planet's beauty and magnificence? Only a true lunatic with war as their only mental department.” I giggled and agreed. Carter continued to fly over the national park and scare a few tourists as they crouched; likely, there would be hundreds of UAP reports.
We hit the North Atlantic Ocean just East of Newfoundland. Long-range sensors started beeping like mad and contact warning flashes.
The AI Auto-pilot Gracie announced, “Warning: surface contact; USS Harry S Truman Carrier Battle Group 450 Kms ahead. Suggest steer clear!"
Carter said, “Wow, they are way the fuck out here. Well, I guess we'll call it a morning and head home.”
I answered, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, come on, you pussy!”
“Ethan, darling, are you fucking insane! The group comprises dozens of ships with a fuck load of artillery and missiles even faster than we can go at Mach 10.” Said Carter.
I replied, “Apart from gasps, gawks, awe’s and dropped jaws, I doubt they will do a god dammed thing!”
Carter asked, “Why would they not shoot us down or try at least?”
I answered, “This is absolutely of the ultimate top secret; but the entire group of officers and enlisted seamen were all sent for psychological evaluation last year after they said a gorgeous blonde Merboy and other dark-haired lad popped out of the sea on Killer Orac whales with the hot Twink boys sporting 12” raging erections as they rode the whales out at 600km east of Newfoundland. I doubt we will even be reported, as they were put through hell under interrogation. It all just disappeared and was swept under the rug.”
Carter responded, “OK…well, I think at 120 Feet above sea level at Mach 5, all they will see, and feel is the diamond mist vapour cone…But I have an idea, so tighten up the harnesses.” I was fearing the worst. Gracie confirmed we were still invisible to her, and when we were within a km, Carter flipped and inverted us as I giggled and called him Maverick junior. My cock pounded him harder and harder as we hung upside down and blasted past the carrier tower. Just as I thought, not one gun fired or any missiles…just Twink navy boys all out on deck with their mouths open on their knees just like they should be!
We headed for home. Carter used the Harrier packs for a perfect vertical landing.
He said, “Thanks, Gracie, for all the assistance in flying your beauty, keeping us safe and alive. You're incredible.”
The Autopilot, Gracie replied, “Captain O’Connor, sir, my systems were not required to engage at any time, sir. You flew the aircraft entirely yourself, sir…I must say, very well done!” We hugged and kissed, and I handed Carter his pilot’s license… yes, I pulled some strings, but he proved himself worthy!
We hopped out and headed into the Hangar. Before us was a beautiful sight again. Francoise and Blake were balls and cocks together on the bed with Justin, getting double penetrated by them both. Rowan stood with his big, ginger, hairy, thick cock all the way down Justin’s throat. Justin gulped and ate every ounce of Rowan cum as Francoise and Blake cried out in dual breeding up his bouncing pussy. It was terrific to see Justin getting the love and sex that he so deserved and earned. I knew soon we would let him decide what, if anything, he wanted to change about his appearance, but for now, he was happier than a pig in shit! He is, beneath the skin, a beautiful, good young man; it is all that really matters.
We let the boys leave when they were ready and had done their dungeon fuck; I mean, Fiona did say she was not expecting them until Monday at 6 AM, so…. let them explore and play!
We hopped in the dune buggy and headed into town. As I promised, we each got our first tattoos. Our birth zodiac signs. I got my April 4, 1977, Aries nice ram horn with hearts and diamonds, and Carter got a sexy Sagittarius cupid type bowman on the beast. The charming femboy artist revealed that our signs together and dates of birth are the most compatible, no surprise there! Once the wounded skin is covered with the transparent adherent Sani skin, we head for the puppy mill.
We walked in, and our ears and eyes were drawn to a vicious caged Husky that was fully grown, snarling and barking viciously. A young lady, named Lauren, comes over and yells at the dog in her sweet, young Scottish accent, saying,
“Killer, would you shut the fuck up, wolfy!” Carter giggled and walked right over to the caged beast. There were beautiful markings, and I was certain some wolf blood in those veins.
Lauren hollered in her Scottishness, “Please, young man, stay clear of Killer, he is a vicious wolf dog that was abandoned as a puppy and has been here almost a year fully grown…he will take your entire head clean off if you're not careful!” Carter giggled and reached into the cage. Lauren gasped, and the room imploded as the beast sat down and licked Carter's hands and face through the cage.
“I can’t Fackin believe it! Jesus Christ! The dog has never stopped snarling and yet here he is licking the young hot laddie,” she said. She was making googly eyes at Carter and would love to fuck him, I am sure!
Carter answered, “He has the most beautiful green eyes just like me; he shall be called Nova. Please open the cage, Lauren, and we will pay and take him. Can we borrow a leash and collar? I assume all his shots are up to date, and he is chipped.”
Lauren answered, “Here, laddie, it is all free. Yes, he is all up to date. I can text you the link to his microchip. Here is the vet's report. Here is his cage key. I am getting behind the desk, ready with a club. You have been warned, laddie.”
She shook and was fearful as Carter let Nova out of the cage he had been in since birth. The dog licked Carter like he had missed him forever. His eyes were perfect like Carter’s; it was incredible. We got the dog and all together left as Lauren stood there with a baseball bat at the ready; her mouth and chin on the floor and eyes as big as Carter’s cunt…fucking huge!
We made our way home as I drove, and Carter cuddled Nova. It was a very full weekend indeed. We pulled up to the hidden entrance door and I announced,
“Welcome to your new home, Nova. Welcome to Terra-O’Connor Keep.” Carter teared up, squeezed my hand, and said,
“Thank you again, Ethan. Terra-O’Connor Keep. Our Castle in the mountains with our beautiful wolf husky Nova, and each other. Heaven! Absolute heaven!”
Weeks and months went by. Every day, I was blown away by Carter’s progress in training. His firearm marksmanship, handling and use. His hand-to-hand combat with swords and edged weapons; his martial arts skills. By day, he read, watched and trained; by night, we loved, sucked, swallowed, fucked and fisted with the most impossible orgasms. Nova often came out with us training and sat so proudly, still, and well-behaved until Carter called for him. It was unreal, like he could communicate with the dog. Nova obeyed his every wish and command. Little did we know just how vital Nova would soon become to both of us.
It was now fall, and quite remarkable. In a few days, Kyle and Brian, Billy and Mark were to be married. Carter and I were doing our routine outdoor hill mountain race, but to my surprise, his training had progressed exponentially in the last few weeks. Today, Carter and Nova kicked the shit out of me and beat me by several seconds to the summit hilltop. Yes, we fucked, but this time he fucked me good and hard as Nova watched around for intruders and other beasts.
Later that same day, Carter brilliantly hid while playing our camo war games and covered himself in bark, bushes, and mud. I was creeping around looking for pretend trip wires, and suddenly his rubber knife was at my throat, having come off of what I was sure was a half-dead tree. Then, in hours, he splattered the top of my head with the paintball gun; he was hanging from a mossy tree branch, totally hidden from sight. As I felt that pelt of paint hit my head and hair, I knew he was ready for anything. If it had been a real bullet, I would be dead. That night, he practised his swordsmanship in the training level as Nova, and I looked on. His grace, beauty and sword skills are like scenes out of the Last Samurai movie. Absolute Grace and beauty!
As we called him to call it a night, he came up with us to the main bed and bathroom for our regular evening shower. All sweaty and fully naked, he gasped with a stone-like look when he saw himself in the full-length mirror.
I asked, “Are you OK, my love?”
“I knew I was getting more ripped and shredded, but holy Fuck, Ethan, I have even leaner muscle and more intense fibres popping than you. Like, how much more physical, mental and military training do I require?”
I answered, hugging him from behind, giggling, “No more training do you require; Already know you that what you need.”
Carter laughed, pulling my arms around him, stated, “Yes, Master Yoda…I guess all that is left is Vader or, in my case, The Irish…do you think we are good and done and can go back to Montreal soon for my Birthday and Christmas? I mean, I love Happy Valley, but I would like to spend a few months back in the big city in the winter months and holiday time.”
I responded, “Well, your birthday is a Saturday, so I think a nice flight back to Montreal would be great, and we'll leave the truck here. We have several back home or will buy new for you. Nova will have to stay here, though, no big beastly pets in our building.”
Carter screamed, “Ethan! Fuck!” He looked at Nova and locked eyes and said thoughtfully, “Nova!”
For the first time since we got the dog, Nova went nuts and viciously barked and snarled at me, damn near ready to take my leg off, until I said,
“Kidding! Kidding! Fuck! Call off the attack beast! We will amend the rules…remember, we now own the building. Yes, Nova’s second home too!” We hugged and kissed. We made love for days on end and screamed and orgasmed like mad. CARS (Carter and Rowan Strip) night each Saturday continued at Fiona's, followed by group twink orgies back at the Hangar.
Before we knew it, it was Saturday, Dec 6th. Carter’s 19th birthday. After a great morning birthday fuck, we drove to the Hangar. He was shocked and a bit pissed as Justin and Francoise asked to cum back with us and Nova, to Montreal, the big city, with plans to spend the summer in Happy Valley, Goose Bay. I could tell Carter was a bit down, as apart from our morning birthday rimming and great fuck and wishes, I had not presented his big gift to him yet. It was a total surprise.
We stood in front of the Hangar door, Carter pissed off, said, “Fuck Ethan! Come on, we need to book a passenger flight for the four of us and Nova…and fuck, I can’t put him back in a cage and into the cargo hole. Never… we'd better forget this shit and get the fucking truck for days and days to drive back to Montreal!
I handed him a remote controller and said, “Press the green button, birthday boy!” He was in shock and awe. The doors open, and the lights are on, fully revealing a brand-new, fully loaded $10M Honda Ha 420 small six-seater passenger jet. Look it up, they are fantastic!
I threw the keys, and he caught them perfectly, of course, saying, “Oh my God, Ethan! It's fucking gorgeous, and you got it done up in green trim like me and the dog's eyes.”
I said, kissing him passionately as Nova barked and the boys applauded, “Happy 19th Birthday, Carter; now fly us to Montreal in your new personal passenger jet; flight plan is already filed. Quick, here is the manual, so better be a fast read.” We hopped on and in an hour were airborne. Carter flew the machine perfectly. He was thrilled as we formed plans to visit his mom later that Christmas in Switzerland and then travel the world in his Honda HA 420, with me in tow right behind his cunt!
We landed in Montreal; Max and Whinny (his wife, whom I had sniper trained) were there to pick us up in one of our trucks. I had purchased one of the condo units for sale in the building and gifted it to both Justin and Francois equally, as it was evident another marriage was soon in the works.
Justin immediately took over as Building and complex senior head manager, and the old bitch cunt who had fired him resigned rather than bear his plan of retribution. It was priceless. I love it when I spend my money to defend the right things or to make the wrong right for society. Boy, if I had trillions, the global bullshit I would clean up!
Francoise, being skilled in sales, joined ET Cleaning and helped coordinate calls and jobs exceptionally well. He was a little shocked once he found out the “extra services” we offered; Carter and I had to come clean and catch him and Justin all up to date with all that Carter had been through to this very moment. Carter was co-owner now, as we shared my wealth and ownership equally as lovers. Carter often helped out with the business and ran extra errands along with Francoise…things were going great. Christmas was around the corner in a week. It was cold and windy in Montreal.
I came back from the lawyer, ensuring all the updates for Carter had been done, and they were. He and Francoise were not in the office.
I asked, “Max, where are Carter and Francoise?”
Max answered, “Oh, a call came in from Ricky and Mike. They were diverted by a special, independent request that required extra solvent for a hit cleanup near Trudeau Airport. Carter and Francoise were the only ones available, so they grabbed a few buckets of the acid and headed out.”
I felt unease about this. I called Ricky and Mike.
“Ricky? Where are you and what are you doing?" I asked.
Some silence lingered, “Well, we are stripping the floors at Notre Dame Basilica, Montreal, for the upcoming Christmas celebrations and services. Why, boss?”
I asked, “So you never called Max about a special request diverted job to a mob hit dissolving near the airport?
Ricky answered, “Sorry, Mr. Terra, it was not us…this is all news to me.”
I replied, “OK, no worries!” I immediately brought up Carter's tracking dot and the van GPS. His body stress, heart rate, and BP were significantly elevated; he and the van with Francoise were in the middle of the Dorval Golf course that had been closed for weeks during winter; my heart sank – I knew exactly what had started. I grabbed a few firearms and left like a bat out of hell.
In twenty-five minutes, I got to the golf course. I saw that our van was still there, but Carter was on the move. I decided that since he was fully trained, I'd best go to the van location first and see what was happening, investigate what had happened, and pray that Francoise was alive.
The van was behind one of their landscaping buildings. The gate had been rammed open as if they were being chased. Horror and dread befell me when I pulled around back and saw bodies everywhere. Francoise was leaning out the passenger door, dripping with blood.
I ran to him with two pistols drawn in ops defence mode, saying, “Francoise! Francoise!” He slowly lifted his head and was swollen up, and his eyes were shut; he was bruised and had several lacerations and some internal bleeding as saliva and blood poured from his mouth and teeth.
“Oh God, Ethan…Thank God you are here!” he said, damn near unconscious in a slurred, stammered speech.
“Francoise, where is Carter?” I asked.
He answered, “They took him in a black van…there were a dozen or so of them.”
I looked around and counted seven bodies, all professionally killed with the most outstanding hand-to-hand combat skills known…the same skills that Carter knew; many had necks broken, eyes pushed into their brains, throats pulled out…gunshots and knife wounds from likely their own weapons turned upon them by an expert killer. If I had been here, this is what I would have done. I examined the footprints and story lines in the snow, marked by blood and body parts. In a few seconds, I had recreated the entire enacted scene. But something happened to Carter. The prints I was sure were his suddenly stopped, and his body was dragged to another vehicle, and it took off.
To make sure, I asked, “Francoise, who killed these men, and how was Carter taken?”
He slurred and blood drooled in response, “Carter was like some crazy Terminator Rambo Equalizer shit…I must have been beaten into hallucination because it was the best action fight scene ever, man…he was fucking incredible, super…until they shocked him.” Oh My God!
“Shocked him, like with Tasers? God no! Where, what body part, Francoise?” I was so worried, not knowing what a second and third electrocution would do to his brain and abilities, if not kill him.
“Temple and side back head, two of them. Then they dragged and sped off with him limp, passed out or…. I’m sorry, Ethan, he is gone…they will kill him, if he is not dead already!”
“I answered Francoise, I will use your cell phone here and your fingers with my gloved hands to press 911. You will not tell them anything about Carter or me being here. Just say... say... ahh... ooh...Batman popped out of nowhere and kicked ass!” Francoise giggled, and we did just that. I left as soon as I heard him say to the operator, “Help send police and EMS. I have been beaten, robbed, and many attackers---dead.”
I barely made it out of the golf course, and a flurry of police cars and ambulances flew past me. I had Carter’s green tracking dot. It was stationary and showing only slightly elevated heart rate and BP with periodic spikes. He was alive, and I was going to get him. They have no idea what they just escalated.
In 10 minutes, I was back at the plant and opened my secret closet. Staring at all my weaponry, I knew I had to reach out first and try diplomacy. I grabbed one of my cell phones, which I used for black ops, a number familiar to Patrick. Who is Patrick, you ask? Well, only the most powerful head of the Irish mob in the entire half of the country.
He knew me well as I had done some jobs for them…yes, they were all scum bags, butchers and killers themselves, so I had no remorse for taking them out. I sent text messages, Instagrams, emails, social media and voice messages, but he did not answer. I knew there was some old family member's natural death this week, so that he may be having a funeral service…I did not care and doubted he even knew anything about what his lower maggot junior nothings were up to.
My basic conveyance was, “I thought I paid Mr. O’Connor’s debt and then some; Now you have kidnapped and harmed my spouse and damn near beaten to death one of my best friends and employees. Unless you want 700 of yours dead in 3 days, including yourself, I suggest you release my lover and stand down…Stand Funking Down, Patrick! Terra is coming!”
I looked at myself in the mirror. Everything I had been through brought me down to this very moment as my life flashed before my eyes. I felt Grandpa James right beside me. This is my most important mission ever.
I began preparing to shave my head down to 1” of hair. Taking off almost 20 inches that I had had for decades. Suddenly, Max, Oblivious to what had happened, walked in and said,
“Did you find…OH My God! Ethan! You're cutting your hair! My God! What has happened!”
I answered, “The Irish have Carter in the four-story old warehouse down at the docks. Francoise is hopefully in the McGill Trauma Centre by now, or in surgery; I think he will recover.”
“Did you contact Patrick?” Max said.
I responded, “Tried five different mediums; no reply.”
Max answered, “His great Uncle Galen’s funeral is this morning; the wake is later today.”
“Well, he sure doesn't have to be doing this shit today, then, but I doubt he is even aware of what his lower scum cugenes are doing today, “ I said.
Max asked, “You need a hand and then some?”
I replied, “You and Whinny been keeping up on your Marksman skills?”
He answered, “This weekend she blew an apple out of a tree some 900m away. She is even better than I!”
“Ok, well, if you two could load up with armour-piercing rounds and movement sensor heat apps, I will give you the tracking capsule codes so you do not kill Carter and me, being Blue and Green, respectively. Perhaps a position on opposite sides of the diagonal of the warehouse can each take two sides of the L shape.”
Max Answered, “Done! We will see you there. I will call on the usual emergency number. Carter is going to be fucking pissed about your gorgeous hair gone!”
I said, “Can't have it used as a weapon in a hand-to-hand fight.” Max nodded and was off.
I loaded up with my best pistols, rifles, shotguns, grenades, knives, swords and other edged weapons of the martial arts; yes, my bullet and blast proof vest and helmet also. One gun I really wanted was the Magnum 500 in case we needed to make holes in the wall with one blast…fuck…it was back at the condo! Once I was fully shaved and in full gear, I headed to my truck and back to the condo. I ran up the stairs from the parking garage, almost in tears, thinking that if they had caused brain damage or permanent, life-altering injuries, I was going to give them something they would never forget. If he were dead or had died…It would be total annihilation, the likes of which they had never seen or dreamt.
Once in the apartment, Nova the Husky-wolf came running over and started to bark. He knew something was wrong as he looked in my eyes, whimpering. I tried to tell him to stay, but he would not shut up and barked louder and louder, almost out of control, blocking my way.
Finally, I conceded and said, “Fine, come on, but you have to wear a vest; I will send your tracking code to Max and Whinny. We are going to go rescue Carter, the young man we are both so in love with.” I broke down, and Nova licked my tears. I grabbed the magnum 500 and put it in the lower side extra holster. I was crazy talking to the dog like he understood, but I felt better, you know?!!
He was a good dog and loved Carter immensely with a bond I have never seen before. Quite cute dogs are wearing bulletproof vests. I sent Max and Whinny the Dog's micro chip code tracker, so they could enter it as a friendly, so as not to blast him.
I will tell you once we are down and in the truck. If I were single, a hot daddy-aged dude like me in full combat gear and a gorgeous wolf-husky in the front seat with a vest and mini-dog helmet on made quite the cute picture, turning heads all over town as we drove down to get our boy.
I pulled up silently to the warehouse. It was nearing sundown. I got on the emergency channel and established communications with Max and Whinny.
“You guys there and in position and have three friendly signals stored?” I asked.
“Max answered, “Yes, boss, three friendlies on the heat and infrared, Blue Dot Terra, Green Dot O’Connor and yellow k-9 Nova.”
Suddenly, Gracie answered, “Love the dog, Ethan, he is gorgeous!”
I stammered and blurted out in surprise, “Gracie?… What the fuck are you doing here…I mean, great and thanks…but how?”
“Max called, and Larry and I ran and flew the Phantom here; we landed and have her hidden at the Aeronautics school with some old CAF buddies.” She answered.
“Larry! Fuck me, guys, you’re here for me and Carter!” I sobbed a bit.
“Anything for you two; go bring our boy out safe; we got your backs!” Well, I thought a friend indeed is a friend in need…These were my best friends, and I needed them right fucking now!
Nova and I jumped out. He gave a few barks. I wanted him to shut up so they wouldn't know we were coming… or maybe the dog was onto something, as he barked again and sniffed the stereo system. I chuckled and thought…pretty clever, K-9. A distraction. I knew just the ticket and something that would announce to Carter we were cumming for him!
In a few seconds, guess what starts blasting on maximum volume on the mega HK truck speakers… You guessed it. Paula Abdul super extended, repeating, “Straight up!” If I were Carter, I would have breathed a sigh and started to taunt these assholes that now they were in for it. Hell hath no fury, like a Twink's lover...!
I placed an explosive pack on the large steel warehouse door, with my firearms at the ready. As soon as the goggles were in place and the door blasted open, we entered, and the killing began immediately. I tried to wound most of them non fatally, but they had it coming and would not stay down. I won't get into the gory details, but it was like the final climax scene in The Raid 2 with Iko Uwais battling dozens of combatants, floor by floor, until the prize is reached. Nova performed flawlessly, attacking precisely when needed with perfect timing to help. Body parts and blood washed the entire place...all of it theirs!
Max, Whinny, Gracie, and Larry took out many as well, who were in groups with heavy weapons. None of them would figure out what was happening as their fellow mobsters exploded with rifle rounds coming through the exterior concrete walls, shredding them to bits. Yes, a lot of blood and gore…it is how I started this story, so it is what it is.
Finally, we were at the top stairwell door. The tracking had Carter on the other side, just about 20m away. I took out the Magnum 500 and blasted the lock and killed the moron that was listening on the other side. There were six armed guys all around Carter. I took out my HK MP7 on semi-auto and took out the closest ones. The other four flew into pieces thanks to my sniper family friends.
When the smoke cleared and the room went silent, I saw my love, my everything. Carter was shackled, chained, and handcuffed on a steel chair bolted to the floor. His entire left side was dangling, so it was apparent he had multiple dislocations.
“Ethan, is that you….Oh, Thank God! Nova…buddy, you’re here too! I thought that was your bark, I like the tune, good choice, but I sure can't dance right now, sweethearts! How is Francoise?” He spoke.
I ran to him and kissed his bloodied and battered face and body, gasping, and stated, “I am here, Carter, you are safe, my love.”
He half sniffled and giggled with his black, swollen shut eyes and blood-covered face, “I have heard that before! What took you so long!”
I pulled out my penlight and pried open those eyelids to see those beautiful emerald-green eyes, this time with the whites surrounded in blood. I asked and updated, “Francoise is in at McGill Trauma and should be fine in days. Please tell me you can see me relatively well?”
He gasped and waited, “Oh, thank God! Yes, I can see you…what the fuck have you done to your hair! Fuck! Ethan! That was not in the prenup, but you had no right to cut off your gorgeous blonde hair! Fuck! You did this for me…I will kill them all! Fuck your hair!” Now I was here to rescue him, and he is giving me shit! The dog looked at me and whimpered as if to say, “Told you so.” Then Max did it for him and said the same in my earpiece. Fuckers!
“Once I cut the cuffs and shackles, do you think you can walk…what are your injuries and results of the Taser attack?” I asked.
“My left elbow and shoulder are both dislocated, along with my left knee. I have moderate internal organ bruising, but I sense no severe injuries or internal bleeding. Mostly superficial cosmetic healing: you will have to get my three joints back in, and it is going to fucking hurt, I know. Taser injuries…I’ll tell you later, but don’t think you will believe me…not sure I believe me right now!”
Nova licked Carter's face and mouth. I slowly lifted and gently placed his grunting and moaning body over my right shoulder with his head to the back of me so that my body would better support his injuries. I grabbed my belt and wrapped it around both our chests to keep us together as we hobbled toward the staircase with Nova behind in a protective defence stance.
Suddenly, from across the other side of the room, a door flew open behind us. I turned around, and there was a medium-ranking mobster with an HK P30L pistol. Nova ran and leapt for his arm that held the gun. The scum bag was related to the two who died by accident that first night that Carter ran down at the train tracks and docks just a block from here. It all made sense now.
This asshole ran this op (unbeknownst to Patrick, I am sure), and it had nothing to do with money and was all about revenge killing, even though it was an accident that night with Carter. It appeared that Nova almost had his arm bitten entirely off, but then, shockingly, the guy grabbed his gun with the other hand. I reached for my MP7 but suddenly felt movement faster to my side. A shot rang out from between my legs (Fuck!); the mobster's head was severed as blood continued to spurt out from his rapid heart. It took me a second or two to process what just happened as Nova brought over the severed hand still clutching the P30L.
I then heard Carter ask, “I think I got him…yes?” I was fucking speechless. I looked down; Carter was holding upside down the Magnum 500 he had just fired a few inches below my nuts and dick between my thighs.
I yelled, “Carter! Jesus Fucking Christ! I had him! You could have killed Nova, and worse, damn near blown off my gorgeous balls and huge fucking cock! Moreover, how on earth did you take that shot…you are practically blind with your swollen eyes shut?”
He answered half garbled upside down, “I knew exactly where your cock and balls are. I can sense the heat and blood flow. God, I am going to ride that cock tonight, like you have never been ridden! I tell you that much!
I listened for Nova’s heart rate and frequency. It is a much faster, higher-pitched sound than humans can produce. Also, I heard this asshole over that last day walk around and punch the shit out of me and rip at my limbs. His joints all click and snap so loud, like a major vitamin E deficiency; like die soon from severe osteoarthritis, so he gave his exact position, and in my mind I heard and sensed exactly where he was, and Nova was…so I think I took his head off, yes? Like you can’t hear the heart beats and joint clicks?”
I stumbled and mumbled “Aahhh weelll….Well…well, it's our next lesson, of course.” We both giggled and safely made our way down the stairwells.
Nearly to the bottom floor, Carter yelled, “Nova No…stop licking the blood from the dying! Fucking stupid dog! Idiot! Have to feed him Cognac tonight, too. Antibiotics x2. Fuck Ethan, I can smell the blood, this smells and feels like over 30 bodies.”
I knew exactly what he was worried about, and I answered, “Patrick will be grateful that it is only 30 low lives. We will discuss it later.”
I placed Carter in the back of the truck. In seconds, Max, Whinny, Gracie and Larry were all in Tow in the truck bed with rifles at the ready. Nova crawled in and lay on top of Carter’s good right side and kissed his face repeatedly…A dog's tongue is the cleanest thing, so they say.
We drove to a nearby closed medical clinic that an old army surgeon had run, which we all knew. He was about 70 now, but Gracie had texted him, and he agreed to meet us to treat Carter.
Carter insisted, “Just lie me down on the truck bed; stuff my mouth with some clothes and get my three joints back in… don't give me any of that Opioid shit.”
Doctor Johnny, as we all called him, said, “Fine by me. Better out here in the cold anyway to get the swelling down. Let's do the knee first, son, on the count of three, ok, one!” The doctor pushed his knee joint back in as Carter screamed with some old, dirty jock straps I had stuffed in the back seat from my bathhouse days stuffed in his mouth and throat. Gracie, I, and Larry held his body still. Next was the elbow, followed by the shoulder. You guess each count disappeared by just doing it. Nova whimpered but knew we were helping him. The doc has his liquid injection equivalent of five extra-strength Advil and some blood-thickening agents to counteract the thinning effect from the Advil—also, a hefty dose of broad-spectrum antibiotics. We thanked him and got Carter back into the back seat.
Just then, Justin pulled up in the Cadillac. He was so happy. Francoise was out of the intensive care unit and should be home in a few days. We were also delighted, especially Carter. He was so worried they (Mobsters) had or would kill Francoise, but thank God they did not, because they would have been meeting Carter’s Fury. Justin drove my friends to stay with buddies from the Aeronautics school and took Max and Whinny home.
I got Carter and me back to the condo and carried him up the stairs to our suite with Nova right beside us. That dog was never going to leave his side now, unless Carter insisted otherwise.
We closed and locked the door and armed the whole perimeter. I warned Justin and all of us to leave us be for a few days to recover, until at least Boxing Day. I carried Carter to the bathroom and cut and tore off what was left of his clothing. In seconds, I had him naked in my arms and placed him into the tub. I started the water.
He hollered, “Fuck Ethan, it's freezing, fucking ice cold!”
I answered, “You will thank me later tonight, my love. I will be back in a flash once I de-gear and strip!”
Carter yelled and shivered, “Don’t come back unless you have the Louise the 14th Cognac from the locked cabinet.”
I was about to protest, but then I thought, 'Well, it was only $25K per bottle, and this was an occasion to celebrate, so I agreed, and he smiled.'
My cell buzzed while I was undressing—a text from Patrick. (I am so sorry, Ethan; it seems our organizations have splintered and fractured into single, rogue entities. I knew nothing of what had happened until just a few hours ago, after my uncle's funeral. I saw your message at the wake and didn't understand it, so I brushed it off. Now I am learning what the other splinter groups were up to this year. We need to meet and make amends. Please send our best wishes to your spouse and lover, Carter, for a speedy recovery. My senior management has collected the bodies, but I need them gone. We took them to the Meat Freezer on the far north doc pier. Let me know later next week when you are good; bring Carter as well. I need to apologize in person. Only 34 dead…could have been worse, and I really did not like any of them. Thanks for killing my future son-in-law…they found him with his head blown off and his hand chewed off by some animal…weird…I have learned that he was planning a secret coup to remove me, so I thank you from the bottom of my Irish heart and look forward to a new, improved relationship with you and Carter. I will need your help with auditing…. Hugs and kisses…Patrick!) Well, that is better, I thought.
I grabbed the $25K Cognac and two plastic goblets. A large cold pizza left over from the previous night. Booze and the ibuprofen will be fine. I returned to Carter, shivering with Nova leaning partway into the tub, licking his face some more. I giggled and proceeded to get in the tub behind Carter.
He protested, shivering in broken speech, “Ethan! You really are fucking crazy…I keep asking if you are, but I won’t anymore. It is the main reason I am so in Love with you.” I slid in behind him and held him tight, kissing his bruised, battered and bloodied body.
I said, “Lovers share in one another's pain and misery, so I'll ice bath with you, the love of my life!” After a few cuddles and kisses, I poured us each a giant goblet of the $ 1,000-an-ounce cognac. We had several slices of cold pizza; Nova also. Carter took several swallows of booze while he shivered and then fed some to Nova.
I proclaimed, “Who is the fucking nutter now feeding the dog $1,000 an ounce 700-year-old Cognac?” Nova took a few licks and then did the funniest dog sneeze, blowing out who knows whose blood. We all laughed, Nova as well. He is a great Dog!
Carter said in a shivering, quivering voice, “Just a little to try to kill any germs; that's it, buddy, get that bad mobster blood out… we'd best get him to a vet tomorrow and somehow explain or…something…I am sure you have some friend who is an old military buddy now turned vet?” I giggled and said we would figure it out.
Slowly over the next several hours, we changed the water repeatedly. We added soaps and moisturizing oils, making it less cold and warmer, then hotter water until I saw his cock was rock hard and sticking out of the tub water; sometime after midnight, we were both like prunes with an almost 5-hour soak. Half the Cognac was gone, and Nova was snoring away on the floor.
We slowly got out together, with me supporting Carter. He was able to walk reasonably well, in fact. We dried and headed to the condo bedroom. I turned up the heat to about 77°F so he would be comfortable nude with light covers. I was sure he would forget about sex and roll over and fall asleep…boy, was I wrong!
I went to cover him and cuddle up to him; he slowly got up out of bed. I asked,
“Carter, if you need or want anything, my love, I will get it. You need to rest and heal. Come back, I will get what you want, lover?”
He answered, “I'm fine, just stay there, I will be back in a second.” I heard some buttons on the stereo system and then the speaker selection to the bedroom…Oh My God! He has selected Prince’s Purple Rain super extended at 85% speed. In one hand, he returned with a squirt bottle of X lube, and the other had the litre of edible chocolate massage oil. Oh Fuck me! The lights were dimmed, and he began. This would be a fuck fest for the record books!
