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VI
The cricket season was taking Ed away from Henry for a lot of the time. Not only was he playing for the First XI, he was also starring as fast bowler for the county Under-18s. Henry scored for the home fixtures and could happily watch his lover in his element, but the rest of the time he had to get used to separation. He was not seeing Ed most weekends now, and it was cracking him up. Henry had a powerful sex drive, and he was beginning to recognise that he needed all of Ed's enthusiasm to satisfy him. Exeat was coming in the first week of June, and they had a whole week of rutting to look forward to then, but in the mean time Henry was resorting more and more to his old autoerotic ways.
Against his better judgement, Henry's loneliness and libido persuaded him to accept David's invitation to join him in his room after prep one night. David whispered that he'd got to see some of the downloads he had on his laptop.
They settled on David's bed, and Henry ominously saw that David was wearing no more than boxer briefs and a tee. He could not but enjoy the sight. David had long and elegant legs, with only light hair below the knees. `Get comfy, Henry,' David said. He'd locked his door. Henry sighed. If it was going to be a wankathon, there was no resisting it. He stripped down to his boxers and settled next to David, their bare arms warm against the other and the laptop between them.
Oh fuck ...' Henry said, It's going to happen isn't it?'
David looked eager. Henry stripped off his boxers and pulled David's shirt off, David ripped off his own pants and sat there very erect.
Henry admired the sight very much. David was quite something naked, and Henry could not but stare.
`Nice dick,' he stammered out.
David looked coy, `You think? How does it compare with Ed's?'
`A bit slimmer and darker, but yours is very ... elegant. Yes, elegant. Not a word you'd normally use for dicks, but in your case Davey ...'
`Aw this is just too good, Henry. This is what I dream of all the time.'
`We're not going beyond wanking, Davey,' Henry warned him.
Henry sat next to him again, but took David's sizable penis in his hand and gently worked at it. `Come on Davey, show me what you've got.'
`Fantastic. Will you let me go on top?'
`No, idiot. On your laptop.'
`Oh, right ... This I found on an East European site, take a look at these bods ... and the passion, wow!' David clicked Enter and moved his hand to stroke Henry's stiff cock. Henry shifted his bum, it was all too enjoyable.
The opening credits of a streamed video appeared. Anton Aramis presents Falkefilm' it said, and Henry absently noted the postal address in Strelzen. The next credit was a panoramic view of the city itself from the cathedral, as Henry recognised, and the titles appeared An American in Strelzen -- 1. Starring Marc Bennett, and introducing Jason Williams.'
The first scene was the international airport at Strelzen. Although Henry had never been there, it had to be Strelzen, the signage was in English and Rothenian. A dark haired and handsome man in his early twenties came through the barrier, smiling with a very familiar coyness at the border guard. Henry sat up. The facial close up left no room for doubt. It was Will Vincent! But the surprises were by no means over. The scene shifted to a small city street, Will was walking along absorbed in a street map. He collided with a tall and very handsome blond boy, and fell on his bum. The blond reached down and picked him up laughing. It was Oskar! Jesus wept. Henry was so stunned it did not even register that David had closed his mouth over his penis and was suckling his cock head enthusiastically, until that is David raked him with his teeth.
`Ouch!' he yelped.
David moved off him looking apologetic. `What I do?'
Henry rallied. You don't suck people off like that,' he said. You do it like this.'
He began sucking off David, who was soon somewhere in seventh heaven, his head up and neck muscles taut. But all the while Henry was rivetted at scene after scene of hot sex between Will and Oskar, incredibly hot sex, on the laptop screen. It was a total surprise when David lifted his bum, groaned and came tumultuously in his mouth. Henry swallowed.
David stared at him as he sat up, `That was beyond brilliant, Henry ... God, I love you!'
Henry frowned, `No you don't Davey. You just love sex. I can see it in your eyes. You don't look at me the way Ed does.'
`OK, I love having sex with you. Will you ... take my cherry? I've got lube and stuff, condoms if you want.'
No, but squat up here and wank me off. That's a fair swap.' David obliged, perhaps with more enthusiasm than technique, but it was quite a hot sight to see such a good looking boy naked and servicing him, his dark hair hanging in his eyes. Henry blew quite a heavy load that spattered both their faces and chests.
David hesitated, `What do I do now?'
`You get a tissue,' said Henry.
`Aren't you supposed to lick it up?'
`You might do, but tissues work better.'
`Can we do this again, Henry, please?'
I dunno. It seems too much like being unfaithful to Ed. But I'm not going to lie and say I didn't enjoy it ... you are very beautiful, Davey.' And David gave him a coy smile, very like Will Vincent's as it happened. Now, Davey, I want you to copy that video on to my datapen for me.'
What to do about the sex with David? Henry knew what he had to do really. He got Ed alone out on the grounds, and told him about the mutual wanking and the oral sex. He looked timorously at his lover, whose face was unreadable.
Eventually Ed said, `You don't love him do you?'
`Christ, no. He has an amazing body, but no, I don't love him.'
`And does he love you?'
`He thinks he does, but he doesn't.'
`Henry, you're a randy little sod, and at first, when you were telling me all this, I was a bit disappointed in you. But then I remember the other boys I fancy, and if I was sex starved maybe I'd do the same. And I know I've not been with you enough lately, so maybe I feel a bit guilty too. But please don't do it again or I'll have to add myself to the list of people who have beaten the crap out of Davey Skipper. Now get over by those trees.'
`Why?'
Ed marched him out of sight, ripped Henry's trousers down, put him over his knees and spanked his bare arse, and not lightly. Henry squirmed and stifled his yelps. His bum was hot and red when Ed had given him five. `Now let that be a lesson to you.'
`Bastard.'
`You've gone erect. Maybe we should try cuffs and whips.'
`No!!'
It began the evening of the Thursday before the exeat, or half term holiday as other schools called it. Ed was missing his mobile, and had not found it in the block, or in his boarding house. He got Rudi to ring his number, and the phone was clearly on, but he couldn't hear his ring tone anywhere round. He began to wonder if it had come out of his trouser pocket when he had spanked Henry the day before. It was already getting dark. At the edge of the copse in the grounds he hunkered down and began feeling through the leaf debris at the approximate place where he had put Henry over his knee. He was at it quite a while, and had almost given up when he felt cold metal at his fingertips. He got up with a triumphant smile. The mobile phone had been a handsome Christmas gift from Matt, and he would have hated to have to confess he had lost it.
As he pocketed it, he saw a car pull up the side lane running next to the copse. This was odd. It was a dead end, only ever used by the groundsman's tractor. The lights went out. There was something furtive about this sort of behaviour that intrigued Ed, but then it occurred to him that it might well be a courting couple. He began to stroll back to Lang House, where he boarded. But he stopped dead when he saw three men emerge silently from the car. In the gloom he could see that they were large blokes, dressed in dark leather jackets. Ed melted behind a tree. He was by now very suspicious.
The men entered the wood and hunkered down on the margin, one had night glasses. Now that was definitely suspicious. Ed contemplated ringing the police, but his voice would be heard by them, however low he kept it. Time passed. One of them took up his own mobile and made a call. Then they looked over at Temple House. A few kids were out walking late before the 10.30 curfew. Ed saw David Skipper strolling back from the library and heading up to the door of Temple. As he was going up the steps, he was nearly knocked flat by the figure of Rudi Burlesdon emerging at speed. Ed heard the swearing from David even at that distance. Rudi went back and picked him up. Ed even heard him making apologetic sounds, but David was having none of it. There was soon a low and furious argument going on.
Before long Rudi turned his back on David and marched off across the field towards the trees where the group of men and Ed were sheltering. David got even angrier and chased after Rudi. He put his hand on his shoulder just as he reached the trees. Rudi had had enough by then, he spun around and went to clock David on the chin; but this time David was ready. He swayed his head out of the way and punched back, knocking Rudi flat. Ed saw his triumphant face just as three men rose around them. Two seized David, one putting his hand over his mouth, the other pulled Rudi up and put him in a half nelson hold.
Ed did not think. He charged into the group grabbing one of the men holding David and kneeing him in the balls as they both went down. David bit the hand of the other bloke and, as he yelped, he elbowed him in the gut, and pulled free. Both David and Edward turned on the man holding Rudi but froze. A gun was covering them, and that changed the odds. They raised their hands.
The two other men came up behind them. Ed felt ropes roughly bind his hands and a rag was stuffed hard in his mouth. He was thrust through the trees towards the car, David stumbling ahead of him, also bound. At the car, he and David were unceremoniously bundled into the boot and the lid shut on top of them. Rudi must have been put in the car, which pulled off and bounced down the track. Ed was lying on smelly, oily rags, and David was lying on top of him. He felt sick. They drove for an indeterminate time. The car stopped, but no one came to get them out immediately.
After what could have been an hour, a metallic creak and the smell of fresh air told Ed that the boot was open, but it was too dark outside to take in any details. Strong hands hauled him out, and put him on his wobbly legs. David was next to him. They were pushed into a lit doorway. The sudden illumination blinded Ed, but when his eyes adjusted he saw that they were in a bare and dilapidated room. Rudi was tied to a chair, and they were soon treated the same way.
So, thought Ed, this must be a kidnapping, and these guys must be East European gangsters. They must think that Rudi would be worth quite a tidy sum. Ed wondered precisely how wealthy Rudi's family was. But David and him were from a much more modest background. There would be no millions paid for them. Ah but, said Ed to himself, his fosterfathers were worth dozens of Rudis, if the kidnappers had known it. But then, they couldn't know it, because it was clear that he and David had just blundered in on the main event.
No one seemed interested in them, and the pressure was building up in Ed's bladder. It became agonising. The kidnappers seemed indifferent as to whether they saw their faces or not, which, when Ed thought about it, was a very bad sign. Hours passed. The men did not say much, but what they did say was not English. Ed thought it might have been Czech or Rothenian. He wished Henry was here, and his heart beat when he thought of the smiling face of his lover. He wondered if he would ever see him again, and he lost control of his bladder. He was humiliated as a stream of hot piss coursed down his right leg and puddled under his chair. The leg of his trousers grew dark as it soaked up the urine. The men noticed and laughed. He struggled uselessly with his bonds.
It must have been getting near dawn when the lights in the cottage suddenly went off. The three men cursed, and one went scrabbling for a torch. The beam came on, and its owner went looking in a side cupboard for a fuse box or a meter. There was a huge bang, and smoke was everywhere. Had the man done something stupid with the electricity? No. There were more than three dark shapes in the smoke. Someone pushed Ed's chair over and he came down hard on his side. There was the pop of a silenced hand gun on at least four occasions. Torch beams swept the murk, and Ed found himself lifted up. His bonds were cut and he was helped to his feet. An anonymous dark figure in a ski mask, with a heat sensor visor over it, was looking at him and urging him out of the smoke. As his gag was removed he gave huge, hacking coughs, and it was not just him.
Ed was out of the house and in the cool, pre-dawn country air. The grey light revealed a run-down cottage and a weed grown yard. The cottage was in a clearing in woods. Probably it was a gamekeeper's cottage. He was sitting next to David and Rudi. David was shaking and had a nasty cut on his brow. Ed took him and hugged him, `You OK, Davey?'
`No. I'm scared shitless ... ooh, you stink of piss.'
`Yeah, well I didn't have the forethought to go for a pee before I was kidnapped did I.'
Ed heard a chuckle. One of the masked figures had emerged from the house. He pulled off his visor and mask. It was Terry O'Brien.