A Father's Curse
Chapter 3
The yacht basin at Monte Carlo was quite a sight making Jay gulp.
"My God, Mike, there must be a billion dollars' worth of boats here."
Mike laughed, "More like ten billion."
The Leyton's yacht was a beautiful modern 170 foot beast that took Jay's breath away when he was shown round it. The two of them had the master suite which was huge.
Sat talking in armchairs in the suite they were disturbed by two stewards arriving with their luggage. Mike was taken aback a little. Tony and Jerry had been the stewards for a couple of years and Mike liked them, so who were these two.
"Where are Tony and Jerry?"
The two new ones shrugged and one replied.
"We don't know them Sir, sorry."
Straight up to see the captain and all was explained.
"I'm sorry Michael, I know you liked those two, but they didn't come back on board yesterday so this morning I had to go to the agents and get two immediate replacements. We will replace them as soon as possible because they are Muslims so serving alcohol will be difficult as will pork."
Mike was disappointed but hoped the new ones when they joined would be as nice as their predecessors.
The yacht sailed two days later after the boys had shopped till they dropped. The boys wanted to be in the Greek Islands as soon as possible but one earlier stop was arranged so that they could spend a couple of days in Rome.
The day after they sailed, the captain received a message from the agent in Monte Carlo. The two stewards had been found in a rubbish dumpster when it was emptied, their throats had been slit. Nothing had been stolen so robbery was not the reason for their deaths. The captain decided not to tell Mike and Jay, but did wonder. He asked the agent for in depth investigation of the two new stewards.
Jay revelled in the luxury of this temporary home and spent hours on the bridge with the officer of the watch, learning everything he could about the ship. He also spent many hours every day lying in bed with Mike, making love.
Rome was a pleasant few days seeing the sights before returning to the ship and heading south.
The ship passed quite close to Stromboli. At the time, Mike and Jay were on the quarter deck watching the wake and talking about their plans for the Greek Islands. They were surprised when the engines stopped and the ship slowed. From the direction of Stromboli and quite close to the ship they picked up two high speed launches heading for them. When they closed in and came alongside, one either side of the quarterdeck, Mike became alarmed and told Jay they should run for the bridge. They burst into the bridge to find the two new stewards stood over the captain and the helmsman holding guns to their heads. Mike and Jay froze in the doorway until one of the stewards spoke.
"Get down on the floor pigs, with your arms behind your back or I will shoot the captain."
Both boys did as they were told and soon felt the plastic ties on their wrists. They were hauled to their feet and stood in a corner of the bridge for a few minutes until several more men armed and dressed in Arab clothes entered the bridge.
"Ahmed is destroying the radios, and Mohammed has planted charges on both engine that will be triggered as soon as we are back in the boats. We can leave anytime you are ready."
The steward who was obviously in charge turned to the captain.
"We are relieving you of your passengers Captain. All means of communication have been destroyed. Your engines will be disabled as well. My master will be in touch with your master in the next few days."
With that, Michael and Jay were herded back down to the quarterdeck and lowered into one of the boats. They were too shocked to speak and were tied to secure points on the deck of the boat before coming to their senses. They both felt very embarrassed as well because they were both only wearing Speedos.
The steward that they knew as Sharif was in their boat and stood looking at them as they headed for the island.
"Before my father renders you useless I hope he will let us play with you for a while. In the meantime you won't need these anymore."
With no more said, he slid a knife from his sleeve and slit the sides of both boys trunks leaving them naked and exposed. They immediately became the centre of attention for the men not actively running the boat. They were stroked and played with until even in their state of terror they both displayed very hard cocks.
"We will show them real men's cocks when we get them ashore on the island, hey, Sharif."
Sharif moved forward to take Mike's cock in his hand and stroke it while looking in his eyes.
"The size won't matter very much because I will ask father to remove the cocks first to send to his father."
That comment made Mike loose his bladder because it was said with so much hate in the words. The first of many humiliations followed when he was made to lick up all his urine.
Jay was in tears but showed his steel.
"I'll kill you for that if I ever get free."
The venom in his voice made Sharif step back for a moment before regaining his composure and slapping Jay violently across the face.
"Shut up infidel pig or I'll cut your balls off now."
Neither boy said anymore. On landing they were hustled into a van with no windows and driven onto an airfield before being hustled up the steps of an aircraft. The aircraft took on just a few more of the abductors before the doors were closed and it took off.
Michael could tell from the position of the sun that they were flying south east. It wasn't difficult to come to the conclusion that they were heading into the Middle East and these men were of Arab origin he thought and then slapped himself in his mind. Sharif was Iranian so presumably they were going to that country. He then carefully scoped out each man. He guessed that they were all in their early 20s. Dispassionately he had to admit that they were all very good looking as well. His next thought was, `why have we been targeted?' Of course there was no ready answer to that question.
The aircraft flew on for several hours until it started a descent and finally a long slow turn that afforded Mike a good look out of the window. He guessed, correctly, that they were turning over the straits of Hormuz and landing at Bandar Abbas.
They landed and taxied to a remote part of the field before the doors were opened and the two boys were hustled down the steps and into a waiting closed sided van again. There were no formalities carried out and the next stop was a dockside where once again they were secure in an open launch that sped off with the men still with them that had abducted them. The boat trip took some time but eventually they landed on what looked like a desert island. The place was heavily patrolled by armed guards who watched as the boat disgorged it's cargo of bodies, all piling into open topped jeeps. Their final destination, they presumed, was a heavily fortified compound in which stood one house and round the periphery, what they later discovered were barracks for the men and store houses. Worst of all, and not seen by the boys in what was planned for two months, was the complex to which they would be subjected to the gradual dismemberment of their bodies until there was just a torso left to send home to John Leyton with even that mutilated. The other bits of the bodies would have been sent to John over a period of a year. Of course that didn't happen, the best laid plans of mice and men, etc.
Abdul Morcas had underestimated his opponent, as he had done at the time John's Company pulled the rug from under his feet in the first confrontation.
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