Kit's Story Part 9 Another major change
I woke up feeling like I had been through a meat grinder. I felt very stiff and the whole of my lower half was transmitting a load of pain signals to my brain. I cried out and was vaguely aware of Mahiti mopping my brow before I felt a needle and I slid back into my world of peace. I woke again and Mahiti gave me some pills and I washed them down with water. I remained conscious and reasonably lucid that time.
"What happened Mahiti? Am I going to be alright? Where are we?"
"We are still at the palace. You have been out for a couple of days, but the doctor says there is no permanent damage, but you will be very sore for a few weeks. Mohammed has borrowed a pilot from Dubai to fulfil your flying duties. When you can travel, Kit, we have to get out of here. Those men nearly killed you and Mohammed did nothing. Quite the reverse, he was so happy at the end of the evening."
I needed time to get my head round this. It made no sense to build an organisation around me and then fuck it up by nearly killing me. I discussed it with Mahiti and he agreed.
"He must know that he will lose me as well as you after this. I haven't seen him since that night. He left for Thailand and just told me to look after you he would be back in a week or so. I have complete freedom to do what I like within the palace grounds, as will you until he gets back."
I couldn't see any point in worrying about it, there was nothing we could do. I was confined to bed. A doctor came in every morning to check me out. He gave me a couple of enemas first thing, then two of Mohammed's house servants thoroughly cleaned my anal entrance and all around my groin before the doctor shoved a long suppository up my arse. It felt like a cock, but he told me it slow released all the medication my anus and large intestine needed to mend them. He would use a cream on my arse which was badly bruised. Apparently the last couple of guys that fucked me were so pissed at my lack of response that they pounded my arse with the paddle.
By the time Mohammed returned I was up and about, but still very fragile. He came to see me in my suite where Mahiti and I were talking in the lounge area. He sat down opposite us and could see the very wary look we gave him. In his hand he had a pile of envelopes.
"That was pretty over the top Kit and for that I apologise. I picked you for that orgy of sex though because I thought you could take it. You are, after all, a very fit man. There was a huge amount of betting going on as to whether you would firstly, take the huge dildo and then whether you would complete the ten fucks. You did both. In these envelopes are tokens of appreciation from some of the biggest winners. Have a look at these first and then we will talk before dinner which I would like you to have with me."
He got up to leave placing the envelopes on the coffee table. Mahiti picked them up and slit them open one at a time, passing them to me to check the contents. They all contained cheques made out to me. O.ne from Mohammed was for ?50,000, with a note, 'This is your fee from me for the night. The other cheque you will find is my show of appreciation for making me a lot of money completing the sexploit.'
When all the cheques were added up they totalled a staggering amount of money.
"These people are mad, Mahiti, they nearly kill me and then reward me with ?300,000 pounds."
Mahiti nearly fell off his chair when I told him the figure. He checked it twice before slumping back in his chair white with shock. I added that to the last valuation of our savings and investments.
"We can leave here now Mahiti and not worry about working for the remainder of our lives. So we don't have to worry about getting another job if we don't want to. How do you feel about that?"
"Oh yes Kit. Let's get out of here. Your ordeal was frightening, he might well kill you next time."
By the time we went to dinner we were ready to give notice and leave. Mohammed pre-empted our voicing it.
"I know what happened to you was pretty horrendous, Kit, but it was a one of, and you have been paid handsomely for it. I swear that if you remain nothing like this will ever happen again. I want you to stay because I need both of you. Mahiti is becoming very valuable to me and you Kit could well end up running a multinational luxury charter helicopter company. I will enhance your present salary immediately, allow you both to remain in the palace in your present suite and purchase a car of your choice Kit to take you to work, and anywhere else you want to go within the Emirates."
I gave Mahiti a sick look.
"That is very generous Mohammed, but Mahiti and I will have to discuss it. What you organised for me was frightening. Not just for me, but Mahiti was terrified with what he saw."
Mohammed nodded.
"You will be unfit for work for another few weeks, Kit, and I will only use Mahiti in the palace. You can give me your decision at the end of that period. If you decide to go I will allow it without working your notice. Now, let's enjoy our dinner."
The dinner was superb. Mahiti and I were shocked when quite superb wines were served with the meal. Mohammed laughed at the expression on Mahiti and my faces.
"I am not a very good Muslim, Kit, I am sure Allah will not be pleased with me."
Mahiti and I returned to our suite with much to think about.
The salaries that Mahiti and I were on were way above what others in our position could expect so we had to think about it seriously, we were both too young to seriously consider retiring however wealthy we were. Our final decision would have to revolve around how much we believed Mohammed's word. If I could believe that nothing like this would ever happen again then I thought remaining in this job would be fantastic. Mahiti felt the same. The only way I thought I could solve that problem was to talk to Salem. Mohammed understood and booked Mahiti and I first class flights to London and an appointment with Salem.
We took the DVD with us and viewed it together. It was the first time I had seen it, and embarrassingly got an erection. That is until I saw the last part. When all ten men had fucked me I was laid out on the platform and the ten came in at different times to play with my body. The sight that made me want to cry was my legs being pulled up and wide before being bent down so that my knees were on the platform alongside my shoulders and with no one in the way my outrageously dilated anus was on show and guys were fingering me and using their hands to spread my cheeks wide exposing a lot of pink skin in my arse. Others were fucking my mouth with their cocks while my body was being stroked as well. I couldn't believe it because I had no recollection of any of it. Occasionally a woman would get out of her chair and come and do the same with my arse. I was mortified. My cock soon shrunk then but Salem was outrageously erect and with both of us being well blessed both of us showed. Well, it was incredibly raunchy. We had to giggle about it and it made me realise what an incredible person Salem was. I told him what Mohammed had promised, but that we weren't sure we could believe him. His answer was unequivocal.
"I have received some terrible punishments at Mohammed's behest over the years, but there are several things about him that have ensured we remain friends and trusted associates. Firstly, I have never known him to break his word, secondly, he is unfailingly generous when he thinks he should reward you and thirdly, there is nothing he won't do to help a friend in need. You may have been traumatised by the orgy, Kit, but you can be assured that if he promised it would never happen again, it won't."
That was it. We talked around the subject for another couple of hours. Salem had a good laugh when I told him how much I had made that night.
"You slut, nothing more than a paid whore."
It was said in such a way that we were all laughing.
We spent two more days with Salem, he showed us round the bank where he worked occasionally, and Justin's father's offices where he was managing director.
"I am quite happy running your portfolio, Kit, but if you would like to hand it over to the bank I will find you a first class broker."
I wouldn't even consider it. Salem was making me terrific returns on my investments and he told me that was because he ran my portfolio as part of his family commitment and not as a client portfolio so he took slightly higher risks.
We returned to the kingdom and told Mohammed we would stay. He then did the most amazing thing. He sent us on holiday to a seven star resort, all expenses paid until I was fit to return to work.
My return to work was manic. The loan pilot had done a reasonable job, but the company had merely been marking time. Now I was fit again and raring to go.
I obtained detailed topographical maps of all the Emirates, intending to survey all the likely places I would like to build helicopter landing pads. On days when I had no flights I started surveying these locations. Mohammed leant me a heavy duty 4x4 and with an Arab driver, a superb GPS and my maps. I started building my list of suitable pads. When it was complete, we found out who owned the land and then with Mohammed's influence obtained permission to build the pads. Mostly very simple oiled flat surfaces with a wind sock. Over time, the most used pads were equipped with emergency fuel and firefighting equipment. Within a year I had a second helicopter and we were more than justifying Mohammed's faith in me. We trained staff from the individual property owners to man the safety equipment and act as ground hosts when the helicopter landed. I began to meet some of the cream of Arab society including several of the people that had attended the orgy. My face was red a few times, but that soon passed when I realised that most of these people actually admired and respected me for taking such a load of sexual abuse. Several of the younger men, who were usually minor sheikhs in the kingdoms propositioned me for one on one liaisons. I had to become quite the diplomat but most accepted it when I told them that Mohammed's P.A. was my lover, and had been for ten years and that I didn't screw around, other than the orgy, of course, but that was a one of.
We had equipped initially with a Euro-copter 135, fitted out luxuriously but only with four seats, and not an awful lot else. Within a year we were struggling. Demand was high and requirements were often for larger numbers and more luxury. Mohammed turned up at the base one day with a young man in tow. He was, like me a European, I guessed about 21/22 years old. He was very handsome.
His name was Palmer and had been the co-pilot on an executive helicopter for a company in England flying all over Europe with clients.
"I am ready for a step up to command, Sir, and the sheikh thought you might like to try me out."
I turned to Mohammed and he shrugged before speaking.
"We need to move up with a larger machine, Kit. Palmer could fly the little one while you sort a new one. I have some suggestions concerning size and the level of luxury fit. He would then be an excellent co-pilot for you if you had passengers that were not allowed to fly in single engine machines or with only one pilot, for insurance reasons."
Of course he was right and for the next month I flew Palmer as first pilot in our existing EC135 with me taking the co-pilot seat but doing nothing. All the landing pads were programmed into the on-board computer but I was pleased to see Palmer navigate using paper maps and just confirming with the GPS. At the end of that time I disappeared for a couple of weeks while I visited Sikorsky in the States and Augusta/Westland in England.
In the end I settled for an AW139 with a VIP fit. I had a test ride in one at the plant and they promised they had a basic model available for instant delivery and could customise one for me in a couple of months. I took all the spec and photos back to Mohammed to view, very tongue in cheek because with the fit I chose the bill was going to be $12.5 million. I was amazed, he almost jumped for joy.
"Perfect, Kit. When can we take delivery of one?"
I placed the order that day. Westland's found us a licenced engineer who would be on site for the fit and then join us as a permanent addition to staff.
Closer to the time I went back to England to do the conversion and get it on my British licence, it was just a paper exercise to get it on my Emirates licence. I flew it out to the Middle East with my new engineer on board. A lot of short hops but I wouldn't mess up the fit putting ferry tanks in.
Mohammed was hilarious when he saw it, but I didn't dare laugh. I had to take him for a flight. Palmer rode as co-pilot and Mahiti sat with Mohammed in the main cabin with a couple of other sheikhs.
She was an eight seater and very quickly I was booking a lot of hours on her. We started flying beyond the Emirates boundaries so a permanent co-pilot became a necessity, another pilot had to be recruited. We sent him to Westland's to do the conversion. He was ex-military and older than me but a very well put together guy. He was used to mixing with VIPs as an ex naval officer so handling our sometimes volatile passengers didn't bother him. Another year passed and another 139 joined our fleet. I had to promote Palmer then so he went back to England for the conversion and brought the new machine out with him. I had a friend for life then. I took Brian off the 139 and made him Captain of the 135. We were still only carrying the bare crews for the machines so no one was taking any holiday. I had to change that and we recruited another crew for the 139 and made the co-pilot qualify on the 135 as well. I realised I was doing a good job keeping my crews happy when it would have been so easy to alienate them. Brian particularly because he was actually the most qualified pilot in the outfit, but Palmer was in first and had proved his worth so the 139 command had to be his.
After I had done a standards check with Palmer one day, we were sat in my office debriefing. All finished and he rather shyly asked me to confirm that Mahiti was my boyfriend. I confirmed it and told him it was not a problem for us, even here where homosexuality was taboo because we didn't advertise it and Mohammed was aware of our relationship. I didn't tell him that Mohammed was gay as well.
"I owe you so much Kit. The only thing I have to repay you with is my body."
I was quite shocked when with no more being said he stripped naked and offered himself to me.
"You can do what you like, Kit."
I didn't know what to say. I was speechless. He looked at me for a few minutes and then just plonked himself down in a chair. He was chubbed up but not erect. He put one foot up on the chair and gripped his hands behind his head. I scoped him out and realised he was incredibly sexy, naked. He had a good body, not much fat and nothing over the top musculature wise.
"That is a sight to please any gay man, Palmer but you really didn't need to do that."
"But I did, Kit. Do you realise, I'm only 22 and I have the prestigious command of an incredible helicopter."
He stood up then moving round to the side of the chair, coming to a full erection and looking directly at me again, finally with his back to me he took up a pose before sitting back down and waiting. I was rock hard and it showed. Palmer had a broad grin across his face.
"I ought to sack you for this. Trying to seduce your boos isn't funny."
He looked serious then and replied.
"I'm sorry, Kit, I know I'm pushing my luck but you are such a bloody sexy guy, I just wanted you to take me to bed, or anywhere. I just want you to fuck me."
Well that was it, I couldn't say anything else about it at that time. I had the picture in my head of his arse and with that there was no way I could make a reasoned decision about what to do because it would come out the same whatever I thought. It was a glorious butt. A true shelf bottom with a gorgeous pair of cheeks.
"I think you had better get dressed and I will think about this."
I grinned at him then and spoke again. "You had better give me an undated resignation because I am either going to fuck you or sack you."
I suppose the reason I was so unprepared for this was that I hadn't tagged Palmer as being gay.
That night lying in bed with Mahiti I regaled him with my experience, word for word as close as I could remember. He looked at me quite hard before speaking.
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
"I have to accept his resignation don't I? I can't take him to bed and bury my little Kit in his arse."
Mahiti looked shocked.
"You can't sack him. He's right. He is so young to be a captain on the 139. He is a huge asset to you."
"So what do I do about him?"
Mahiti had a wicked grin on his face as he replied.
"You have to fuck him, but you had better know I will only countenance that once."
I couldn't think of an answer to that so I just made love to him. More than ten years and this single act still thrilled me more than anything else on earth. He would never be anything other than the unsure little boy that thought I had only said I love him while I took his virginity. He would be 30 this year and still looked like a teenager. I know I should be used to it because so many of these South East Asian boys were the same. Toy probably was an even more extreme case. He still looked like the little 16 year old that had first become part of my act at the Western Bar.
I thought about the problem the next day. I could have sex with Palmer once without upsetting Mahiti, so what could I do? I needed to embarrass him a little for his cheek. I wanted to take my time and make proper love to him, he was after all 13 years younger than me and drop dead gorgeous. Before that I wanted to be a little bit kinky. Ideally I would have two sessions with him. That was the answer. I told Mahiti what I wanted to do. I got that quizzical look from him before he replied, and his reply rocked me on my heels, I had never thought of him as a voyeur, but of course he was because that was why he had put up with me performing on stage for so many years.
"If I agree to you having two sessions, can you record the kinky one so that we have a permanent record of it?"
I was so shocked it made Mahiti laugh.
"Well, I don't see why you should have all the fun."
I recovered quickly and asked him if he would like to video it himself. Now it was his turn to look shocked.
We ran that one back and forth for ages before we came to an agreement. There were CCTV cameras in all the offices at the base. It would not be difficult to reposition the two in my office and add another couple in advantageous positions. They were all Wi-Fi so there was no wiring to worry about. That was what we decided on and Mahiti would take the four cassettes of the action, edit them into one DVD for us to view.
Now I just had to sort timing.