A Father's Curse
Chapter 6
Alex walked into John's office and sat studying his boss as he finished a piece of work. He looked up and Alex could see the dark rings around his eyes.
"We will be ready to go in seven more days John. The attack will be launched from the yacht onto the south west corner of the island. There is nothing there, no personnel, nothing. We have detailed photos of the terrain and my boys are sure they can be in position for the attack at dawn if they are dropped just after dark. Night goggles will be worn by all. They will carry two stretchers in with them just in case and a medic carrying everything the doctors think they could possibly need. Each man will have radio and the general arms are all Israeli. One in each group will carry RPGs. All of the armament and the four assault boats, are waiting in Umm al Quwain, the boats are 25 man ribs, we'll be towing them behind the yacht. I'm sorry, John, but all of that will be on the bottom of the sea when the operation is complete. The men are all carrying light armament on the yacht as well."
John snorted, "A small price to pay. Are we sure the yacht will be in position on time?"
"Yes, the shipyard at Taranto installed the new engines while the radio people restored the radio room. She has done sea trials and is already through the Suez Canal. My boys are all on board so no problem with Somali pirates." Alex sniggered, "They'll get an awful shock if they tried to board her."
"Live the Dream", was the name of the Leyton yacht. She refuelled in Dubai after entering the gulf and then stood by offshore at Umm al Quwain, close enough to allow the four ribs to reach them from the coast. Out of sight of land they checked several times that all the men and equipment could get on board them with no problems.
John had now received both DVDs showing the abuse of Jay and Michael by the three young men. He hoped that the two monster cocks had not yet been used on them. To date the physical damage was probably repairable but if the other two were let loose the damage could be considerable physically, and mentally may well destroy both boys.
The leader of the mercenary's was a seasoned veteran of many such skirmishes and had known Alex when they were both Royal Marines, he was a huge rugby playing Welshman called Gareth. Most of the other men were ex Marines, Paras or Special Forces. It would be difficult to find a meaner 100 men anywhere, and their remit was easy. If they could capture the leader Abdul Morcas and his son alive, all well and good. But there were to be no other survivors. The attack was to be undertaken with extreme prejudice, as the military term went.
Seventy five of the men would attack the central compound. The other twenty five would form a barrier between the compound and the waterfront where boats came in from Bandar Abbas, the only other place that satellite photos had shown movement. The landings were completed in darkness and in complete secrecy. The four platoons set out from the shore in single file with one hundred yards separation across the front. GPS made certain that each section leader was going in the right direction and they reached their objective with enough time before dawn for two men from each section to reconnoitre different parts of the fortress.
The report from one pair almost made the leader hoot with joy. There were, apparently no guards awake and the main gates were open. The three attack platoons entered the compound with two minute separation and spread out round the inner walls. The forth section formed a defensive line to protect the others in the compound. When the leader was certain everyone was in position and the light was getting noticeably stronger he took ten men from his section and entered the main residence. The few guards they came across at salient points throughout the building were silenced quickly, their throats being slit or a throwing knife planted in their hearts. Each room was checked. They moved through the building until they came to the first occupied bedroom. The occupants were recognised from the photos each man carried. Sharif and his cousin. They were rendered unconscious and left trussed up ready to take with them. The next room guarded by two men who died instantly with throwing knives through their hearts contained Michael and Jay. Both boys were in poor condition and had to be carried out of the building while the other six men continued their search. Abdul Morcas was the only other person sleeping, other than the guards and he was treated the same as his son. The last bedroom occupied contained the two men with the monster penises. The leader had heard about them from his briefing with Alex. He thought it might be interesting to take them prisoner as well. The leader couldn't believe it had all been so easy. Out in the compound again he detailed a whole section to take the two youngsters on stretchers, and the five prisoners and return to the boats. He gave them fifteen minutes to get clear before he issued the instruction that the compound and any living person in it was to be annihilated. The RPGs were discharged into each building and if anyone emerged from anywhere in the compound they were immediately gunned down. The militia from the beach ran into a withering fusillade from the forth section and all resistance was overcome in under ten minutes. Estimated fatalities of the Arabs, one hundred and forty. John Leyton's mercenaries didn't record one scratch, never mind a bullet wound. It was agreed later at the debrief that a turkey shoot would have been more exciting.
Back on board `Live the Dream' the leader made a video call to Alex in John Leyton's private office where both men were waiting. All the details were passed concerning the attack, John saw Abdul Morcas as he was paraded in front of the camera and then the leader summed up their success.
"We have all three men whose photographs we carried plus the two men who were due to attack the boys next. They are unharmed and locked in a store room. Michael and Jay have been looked at by the doctor and are quite badly damaged in their groin areas, (polite speak for their anuses are a mess), but he has treated them, sedated them and they are sleeping in the master cabin."
Ninety of the men would be put ashore at Manama, Bahrain, where an official would stamp them in and out of the island and see them safely on to a private charter aircraft that would be waiting at the airport. Their civilian clothes and payments would be handed over to them then. The other ten, including the leader would remain on board where John and Alex would join them for an extended cruise in the Indian Ocean before returning through Suez to the Mediterranean and continuation of the summer cruise previously planned.
Michael and Jay slept the clock round. Mike's father and Alex had boarded at Bahrain and the ship was on its way out through the Straits of Hormuz before they woke up. The ribs had been sunk and the majority of the arms along with them. A small secret compartment on the yacht contained the remainder. The yacht was always well equipped to defend itself against pirates. The failure off Stromboli was because no one had given a thought to an attack from within. That mistake wouldn't be made again.
Mike knew where they were as soon as he had fully woken up. He looked across at Jay sleeping next to him and could see the pain etched across his face. I guess I look the same,' he thought as he tried to move. The pain from his abdomen made him gasp and it brought tears to his eyes. I wonder how badly damaged we are?' was his next thought. Only one way to find out, he rang the cabin call bell. The doctor was the first in, followed less than a second later by John. When he saw his father, Mike disintegrated, "Oh Dad, I was so frightened."
John had the boy in his arms in seconds.
"We were so worried my poor boy. How do you feel?"
"I hurt Dad, my bottom hurts so much."
John had seen the DVD so he wasn't surprised, his son's distended anus was the last thing shown on it.
"We'll let the doctor have a look at you now."
John stood at the end of the bed and watched the doctor perform. The doctor pulled the bedclothes aside, rolled Michael onto his tummy and asked him to come up on his knees with his legs well spread. The sight made John run from the cabin so that Michael wouldn't see or hear the sobs. The boy's anus was a mess, it looked worse than it did in the DVD. It was several days before he found out that the boys had been the playthings of the militia after the last DVD and had been fucked almost continuously for two days. The doctor thought they were lucky to be alive.
That sight was the deciding factor in his plans for Morcas and his relatives. Not an evil or sadistic man by nature, John was so incensed by the sight of his son's anus that he swore a revenge like no other on the perpetrators of this barbaric act. He sat down with the leader of the mercenaries, and Alex.
"Neither of you have to be a part of this, but I would like you to because I don't then have to involve any of the other men. The five prisoners are all going to die and be buried at sea. Before they get that release they are going to know pain and degradation like nothing they have known before. Are you with me?"
Alex was first to reply. "You know I will do anything for you John."
Gareth, the lead mercenary nodded his head.
"I doubt you will worry me Mr. Leyton, I have seen some of these African leaders deal with dissent."
"Thank you, Gareth, please call me John. Next to the storeroom where the prisoners are is another room, we are going to turn that into our punishment room. Everything we want can be found in the ship's workshop."
Alex and Gareth were dumbfounded when the room was as John wanted it. Chain pulleys were rigged from the deck beams. Wrist and ankle restraint had been made up attached to ropes, a heavy duty work bench had been brought in from the workshop and a weight bench from the gym. Wide straps from the gym were also brought in, they would normally be warn around the middle by anyone lifting weights. There were several lengths of round wood with rounded ends, all quite substantial diameter. There were two cat o nine tails that John had brought with him. They were the genuine article with the little pieces of lead in the end of each piece of leather. The final two pieces of equipment were a guillotine and a set of metal snips, even Gareth looked at these warily before looking at Alex. John picked up on that and told them.
"I will allow you to leave before they are put to use. Those men in there," pointing to the other room, "Defiled my son and his friend, and intended to send me pieces of them when they had finished abusing them sexually, if we had not arrived in time. They are going to pay the ultimate price, but not before I have rendered suitable punishment."
A cold shiver ran down the backs of Alex and Gareth, but having seen the state of the boys they weren't surprised. The five were brought in with arms secured behind their backs with plastic ties, The ropes around their necks were used to secure them to strong point in the room. The mercenaries that brought them in were dismissed leaving John with Alex and Gareth. John gave them both very sharp knives and told them to cut the clothing and sandals from the men. John went up to each of the massively hung men and played with them to show the other two the erect cocks.
"These are what were going to be used on my son and Jay next. Abdul is going to find out how they feel, but not before they have been used to pleasure his son and nephew."
There were three very frightened Arabs looking at the black and white erect cocks on display.
Gareth had never seen these two so his eyes were out on organ stops before he spoke.
"I don't believe those are for real, and I'm looking at them. Are you telling me, John that this piece of offal," pointing at Abdul, "Was going to make them fuck your son?"
"That was the plan, Gareth, and after that if they were alive he was going to slowly cut them to pieces and send me the bits, keeping them alive for as long as possible."
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