Saving Jordan 28-Epilogue
It had been three weeks since Case Allison had slipped from custody, and federal and state law enforcement had no idea where he was or was headed. What they did know was that Case had help slipping his leash. Apparently, the technician that serviced the electronic monitoring system had been corrupted and was in on the scheme.
The technician reported that Case's monitor wasn't responding correctly, and he need to come in to have the monitor checked. She also reported that another parolee living in Case's neighborhood was having the same problem. Because both men lived in the same neighborhood, the parole officer brought them in together. While pretending to perform a diagnostic, the technician was actually switching the monitors.
When Case and the unsuspecting decoy returned to their neighborhood, Case invited the man to his apartment for a couple of beers. Once in the apartment the decoy was drugged and tied up. Around midnight, Case made his break. A boat was waiting for Case, and once out in Lake Michigan, Case cut the bracelet off and threw it overboard.
The parole department put out a notice to apprehend the wrong person, and when they went to the decoy's apartment they found a suicide note, which fit in with the disappearance of the signal out in Lake Michigan. Since the decoy was a rather insignificant person of interest, there was not any real effort made to confirm the suicide. It wasn't until a breaker tripped in Case's apartment building and cut power to the charger keeping Case's actual bracelet charged, that law enforcement discovered Case was on the run. When they opened the door to Case's apartment the parole officers found a very thirsty, hungry, and angry man sitting in his own urine and feces.
Case had a two day head start, and law enforcement had no leads. The technician who had aided with the escape simply disappeared, and without credit cards or a cellphone to track, Case was invisible.
The result was Jordan, Peter, Andy, and Amber were now the ones in confinement. Without knowing what Case was planning, law enforcement didn't know whether any of them were in danger or whether any of them were accomplices, especially since Peter had given money to Case.
The Federal Marshals wanted one of their people to stay in the Jenke home to provide protection, but since he and Jordan were under suspicion, Peter said no. Eventually a compromise was reached, and David Orville would stay in the house, and law enforcement would stay on the street.
"What if they never find him," Jordan asked with a note of angst. "How long will we have to live like this?"
Peter sensed Jordan was beginning to spiral into despair. It often happened at night when Amber and Andy said goodnight. After coming home from Pottsboro, Andy had started sleeping with Amber, and Jordan felt it was his fault that Andy was afraid to sleep alone. Peter knew that if he didn't do something, Jordan would sink into a swamp of self-incrimination. "Come on babe," Peter said, "Let's go upstairs."
"I'm not sleepy," Jordan said.
"Who said we are going to sleep?"
"I am not up for that either."
Peter kissed Jordan, and said, "Babe, just trust me; can you do that?"
Jordan half smiled and nodded. Peter took his hand and led him up to their bedroom and into the bathroom. Peter faced Jordan toward a wall of floor to ceiling mirrors, and then said "Chill 3"; the lights dimmed and warmed to the glow of candles, and the soft piano music began to play.
"Close your eyes and take a deep breath," Peter said, and Jordan did..... "And another ...... And another ......One more. ...... Now keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."
Peter began to slowly undress Jordan and couldn't help admiring the young, athletic, body. The gym was mental therapy for Jordan, and over the last two weeks, he had been hitting the weights hard. His pecs looked like large steaks. Peter couldn't resist running his tongue over them and Jordan softly moaned. After a moment of muscle worship, Peter continued to undress Jordan. When Jordan was completely undressed, Peter stripped off his own clothes, then stood beside Jordan facing the mirror.
Peter took Jordan's hand and said open your eyes. Jordan and Peter looked at themselves standing fully naked. Jordan wasn't the physical specimen that Jordan was, but he was athletic, fit, and his chest was lightly covered in hair. What captured Jordan's gaze was Peter's eyes, Peter's eyes were like a mood ring: sometimes cool and analytical, sometimes warm and loving, sometimes strong and determined, and sometimes romantic and sensual.
Then there were times like now piercing and intense. It was as if Peter could part the veil that separated people one from another, and for that moment they were one. These moments were too intense to last for long, Soon the veil closed, but in those short moments when he and Peter were joined, Jordan's insecurities and fears were banished.
After a few minutes of silence Jordan said, "Peter."
"Yes."
"When we get married, would it be okay with you if I changed my name to Jenke?"
"Of course, babe. If that is what you want."
Jordan smiled and nodded, then said, "And Peter."
"Yes."
"I know I said I wasn't up for sex earlier, but I think I've changed my mind."
Peter smiled, dropped to his knees, and began to kiss Jordan's cock.
"Oh yeah," Jordan said breathlessly, "I have definitely changed my mind."
Jordan then grabbed Peter's shoulders and pulled him up and led him to the shower. Peter knew what that meant. The large shower reminded Jordan of the lacrosse team locker room, and jock shower sex was one of Jordan's role-play fantasies. Jordan had to hide his sexuality back in high school, and had never dared even look at his teammates too long for fear of being exposed. However, when Peter said he was willing to role play Jordan's lax fantasies, the boy was beyond happy. It had even gotten as far as Peter buying lacrosse equipment so they could play catch in the park before rushing home to fuck. It was during these role-play sessions that Jordan would occasionally slip back into his alpha jock persona, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, Peter found that to be an incredible turn on.
Once under the warm water, Peter again sank to his knees and began to work Jordan's cock with his lips and tongue. Peter was an expert cock sucker and had learned just what made Jordan weak in the knees. Jordan was getting close and he suddenly grabbed Peter and pulled him to his feet, and said, "Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. I need to fuck that hot, sexy ass."
Peter smiled, turned to face the wall, and braced himself.
"Oh yeah," Jordan said, then buried his face in Peter's ass. Jordan kissed and licked his way through Peter's narrow canyon before returning to focus on the tight pink pucker. Peter loved having a tongue tickling and probing his hole, and his cock was stiff and dripping precum onto the tile floor. Jordan might have rimmed him all night if Peter hadn't finally demanded, "Stick that fucking cock in me!"
Jordan stood and gave Peter's ass a slap and said, "Benchwarmers don't tell the captain what to do."
Peter smiled and decided to push the envelope, "OOOO big man, and big talk: too bad he doesn't have a cock to match."
"Shut up, scrub," Jordan barked, "I'll show you what a varsity cock can do." Then Jordan shoved the head of his cock into Peter. "What do you think of that, newb?"
"Definitly a short stick."
Jordan shoved his cock in hard and deep, and Peter moaned, "Oh Captain, My Captain."
Jordan pounded hard and fast; he pushed Peter's chest to the wall and lifted him until he was barely able to touch the floor. Peter was trapped and impaled on Jordan's cock. Jordan was on a mission to score and Peter's ass was the goal. Finally, Jordan released and fired shot after shot until he had nothing left to give. As Jordan pulled out of Peter, his legs felt like jello, and he held onto Peter for support. "Fuck, that was absolutely amazing," Jordan said.
When Jordan was finally able to stand on his own, Peter said, "Come babe, let's go to bed."
"But you haven't cum yet."
"That's okay, you need to get into bed."
Jordan spun Peter around and pushed his back against the wall, "It's not okay. A good captain never leaves his teammates hanging." Jordan smiled and gave Peter a deep kiss before dropping to his knees and giving Peter a mind-blowing blow job. When Peter came, it was his turn to be weak in the knees.
"Damn captain," Peter said, "you do know how to take care of a teammate."
After they rinsed and dried off, the two lovers crawled into bed. Immediately Jordan cuddled up to Peter and was asleep.
Chapter 29
Peter, Amber, and Andy had driven Amber's parents to the airport to catch a ride back to Florida. They had come up to Chicago for Thanksgiving, and Amber's parents had adjusted to the reality of their daughter's and grandson's new living arrangement. The the holiday was fun and comfortable. In fact, they made sure to tell Peter and Jordan they expected to be invited to their wedding.
Peter and Amber were chatting when Andy suddenly said, "Powice," and two cruisers passed them red lights and sirens. Peter didn't think much about it, until they turned onto their street and saw the cruisers, an ambulance, EMS, and a couple of other cars with flashing lights outside their house. Peter quickly parked the car, jumped out, and ran toward home.
David Orville saw him running, and yelled for a couple of officers to come with him, and he stopped Peter.
"Where's Jordan!" Peter yelled in near panic.
"He's fine. Where are Amber and Andy," Orville asked, and Peter pointed to the car. The two officers ran to secure the car.
"What's going on!?" Peter demanded.
"Let's get everyone in the house, and then I can explain."
When Amber and Andy joined them, Orville led them to the backdoor, which looked like it had been kicked in, It was being guarded by a uniform officer. Once inside, they saw that the Medicine Lodge door had taken a couple of bullets but was still intact. Jordan was sitting in the snug and clutching a pillow. When Andy saw him, he broke loose from Amber's grip, ran to him, and threw his little arms around Jordan. Amber started to stop Andy, but Peter said, "No, I think this is what Jordan needs right now."
Orville took Peter and Amber down to the media room where there were two Chicago detectives and a U.S. Marshal.
"What the fuck happened!?" Peter yelled.
"I'm Marshal Ashton Reed," a large man said, "it appears that Case Allison and several accomplices invaded your home. Exactly why, we aren't sure. They rendered one of the deputy marshals watching the house unconscious and shot the second before attempting to enter the residence. Mr. Orville happened to see what was occurring at the front of the house and got Jordan into the safe room before the attackers gained entry through the back door. The security company notified the CPD of the break-in. When they couldn't breach the safe room, and then hear sirens, they fled. Units from the Chicago police and Illinois State Police are now in a manhunt for the attackers."
Just then Jordan and Andy walked into the room. Peter quickly grabbed Jordan, and held him. Jordan lost control and soon broke down. Everyone stepped out of the room so Jordan and Peter could be alone. When Jordan finally regained his composure, Peter opened the door, and Orville motioned for them to follow him upstairs.
After making a pot of coffee, Amber had taken Andy upstairs. The detectives and marshal were joined by two more agents and were sitting at the dining room table. Also in the room was a lawyer from the firm that handled Peter's legal affairs. Orville had called a friend at the firm and explained what was going on. They decided it would be good to have an attorney representing Peter and Jordan present just in case the investigation took a wrong turn.
The two new agents were FBI Special Agents Ray Griner and Amy Bretts. Bretts asked Jordan when he had last seen his father, and Jordan told him about his father's surprise visit.
"And you haven't seen him since," she asked.
"No."
"Mr. Jenke," Griner said, "Why did you give Case Allison money?"
The lawyer said he needed to speak with Peter before he answered that question. The two stepped out of the room, and when they returned, Peter said, "My attorney has cautioned me about answering that question because the answer might be misconstrued, but I feel I did nothing wrong and want to explain. In addition to being a crook, Case Allison was an abusive and manipulative father. His appearance at our home greatly upset Jordan. I attempted to pay him to leave us alone. I also contacted David Orville because I believe Case Allison might represent a threat to my family."
Orville corroborated Peter's story, and added that the security company also increased monitoring of the area and should have video of the house and neighborhood. The detective immediately made calls to request the security footage, particularly of the morning's events.
"Jordan, do you know why your father would risk getting caught to come here today and attempt a break-in, or possible abduction?" Griner asked.
"No, but I can tell you it wasn't because he loves or cares for me."
One of the Chicago detectives got a phone call, and he left the room to answer it. After a few minutes, he returned and asked the FBI agents to step out and talk.
When they returned the detective said, "An Illinois State Troop spotted Case Allison and three companions filling up with gas at a convenience store just outside of Joliet. A high speed chase ensued and the car with Case Allison missed a turn and hit a concrete barrier. Everyone in the car was killed."
If the agents were hoping to learn something from Jordan's reaction, they were disappointed. Jordan heard the news and seemed completely unfazed. He was no more affected than if he had just been told that a total stranger had been killed.
After a few more questions, Agent Griner said. "Jordan, I think you have helped us all that you can at this time. We will talk in a couple of days. We would also appreciate it if you and Mr. Jenke would not leave town without letting us know."
Peter said, "Of course; however, we will be staying at a hotel for a few days until the damages are repaired. My attorney's office will know how to reach us."
When all the agents, detectives, and investigators had left, Peter called the security agency and requested they arrange to have the backdoor secured until it could be replaced. He then made reservations at a hotel. Lastly, while everyone else in the family was packing, he had a meeting with Oliver.
"David, I am sure there is still something we aren't being told, and it concerns me," Peter said.
"Me too. Let me make some inquiries."
Chapter 30
A week after Case Allison's death, Peter and Jordan were in the Chicago FBI office for another interview. This would be the third interview, and Agent Griner was actually starting to believe that Jordan had no information that could help locate any of the money Case had stolen from investors.
"What I don't get," Griner said to Jordan, "is why Case Allison would risk everything to come back for you, if you weren't somehow connected to his plan. He'd given us the slip and could have spent the rest of his life in some extradition proof haven spending all the money he's stolen."
"One more time, I don't know what he wanted from me. For all I know, he just wanted one more chance to kick the crap out of me before he disappeared," Jordan said in frustration.
Griner laughed, "Looking at you, I seriously doubt was going to happen. If anyone would have gotten the crap kicked out of him, it would have been Case."
"Maybe, that's why he brought help."
"So do you know anything about the others that were with Case?" Peter asked Griner.
"We finally got IDs on two of them: a Slovak, Kalub Lorencovic, and a Czech, Alexi Szigeti," Griner said. "We haven't been able to ID the third accomplice. Lorencovic and Szigeti were involved in a variety of criminal activities in the EU, but nothing in the U.S."
"Where did you say Lorencovic was from?" Jordan asked.
"The Slovak Republic" Griner said. "Why?"
"I think I know where the money is?" Jordan said with a smile.
Thirty-six hours later, Jordan, Peter, Monty Taber, Jordan's attorney, and Agent Griner, were in a government jet headed for Lichtenstein, but first they needed to make a stop at JFK in New York. The jet barely came to a stop before the cabin door and three people got on board, and as soon as they were seated, the plane taxiing to cue up for takeoff.
When the plane was back in the air, and passengers could move around, Griner said to Jordan and Peter, "Let me introduce some people to you. This is Heather Bower, she is an assistant prosecutor with the U.S. Attorney's Office for the Southern District of New York. If you are unfamiliar with Federal jurisdictions, the Southern District usually takes the lead on securities crimes. This is William Farley, he is from the Securities and Exchange Commission. And, this is Brendon Bates, he is from the State Department."
Bates said, "Normally, someone from the local consulate would meet you and provide assistance; however, our embassy for Switzerland is also our embassy with Lichtenstein. I was a participant in the negotiations that resulted in our Mutual Legal Assistance Treaty with Switzerland and Lichtenstein, which is really an agreement to cooperate on fighting money laundering and bank fraud. We will be dealing with a private, family owned bank; word is they are above board, but that doesn't mean they will lightly breach a depositor's privacy."
"I have read Agent Griner's report," Bower said, "but Jordan, I would like you to tell me what you know about the `Chadron Lorencovic Trust'."
"Well, I guess the place to start is by stating that I am Chadron Lorencovic. My birth mother, Trava Lorencovic, was Slovak. She met Case Allison when he was exploring investment opportunities in Eastern Europe. They had an affair, and she got pregnant. He was already back in the U.S., and she decided not to tell him about the pregnancy or my birth. However, when I was only six-months-old, she was killed in a car accident. Her brother Kalub Lorencovic was my only family and he didn't want to raise a kid. So he made contact with Case Allison."
"Case was married and wasn't convinced I was really his, so he initially refused any contact. However, Brenda Allison, the woman I thought was my mother, found the letters from my uncle insisting that Case take responsibility for his son. Brenda had had several miscarriages and was told she was unlikely to have a child of her own. So, when she found out about me, she insisted that Case find out whether I was actually his child. They did DNA tests, and found that he was my father. To satisfy Brenda, who desperately wanted to be a mother, Case pulled some strings to get me an American certificate of birth and an American passport with the name Jordan Allison. That was the end of Case Allison's parental role in my life. Brenda was my mom, and the only one that gave a shit about me. When she died, my dad remarried, hired a housekeeper, and handed me a credit card."
"I didn't find out anything about my birth mother, or that I was born in Slovakia until I was fifteen. Case and his newest wife were vacationing in Switzerland and he had one of his personal assistants escort me to Geneva for what was supposed to be Summer vacation. One afternoon, he introduced me to Kalub Lorencovic, and said he was my uncle. Kalub spent the afternoon teaching me how to sign Chadron Lorencovic. The next day Lorencovic took me to the Slovakian embassy. I remember he insisted on seeing one particular member of the embassy staff who seemed to be friends with my uncle. I was taken back to an office and signed several documents as Chadron Lorencovic, then they took my picture and magically I had a Slovakian passport with the name Chadron Lorencovic."
"A few days later, Kalub Lorencovic drove me into Liechtenstein and we went to a bank, at least I was told it was a bank. It wasn't like American banks. We couldn't just walk in and open an account. It was like they were choosing us as customers, rather than us choosing them. All of the conversation between my uncle and the bank officer was in Slovak and I didn't understand anything. My uncle showed him my new passport, and I was told to sign several documents as Chadron Lorencovic. Then I was given a check to endorse. I wasn't allowed to really look at any of the documents, but the check was for 10 million dollars."
"When we left the bank, my uncle took me to lunch and while we were eating he told me to never tell anyone about what we had just done or that I had dual American-Slovak citizenship. He didn't tell me what would happen if I did, but I knew it would be bad. He also kept the passport and all of the documents from the bank."
"When I got back to the hotel in Geneva, my bags were packed and I was told that in the morning I would be flying back to the U.S. I had dinner with Case and his wife that night: we celebrated my birthday. When we had finished dessert, Case said my present was waiting for me in my room. She was a university student, very pretty, and my first. The rest of my Summer vacation was spent at a lacrosse camp in upstate New York. I don't know why I just told you all that personal stuff. I guess I can't yet untangle the hurt of being treated like a tool instead of a son."
Peter put his arm around Jordan, and gave him a comforting squeeze.
Bower said, "Your story confirms several aspects of our investigation. With the death of Case Allison, the primary concern of the Southern District is to recover as much of the investor's money as possible. We feel the best chance of doing that is with the full cooperation of the bank in Liechtenstein. That is why Mr. Bates from the State Department is here; he will accompany Jordan to the bank. Jordan will request a transfer of all deposits in the Chadron Lorencovic Trust to an account that is actually controlled by the U.S. Treasury. Normally, the transfer of such a large amount of money would throw up all kinds of red flags, but we are counting on Mr. Bate's to facilitate the transfer."
"Won't the bank balk at such a large withdrawal? Won't it threaten their liquidity?" Peter asked.
"Many banks would," Bates said, "however; the banking law of Lichtenstein requires banks keep a quarter of their deposits liquid. Also, the USAID will be opening several new offshore accounts for some of its projects tomorrow. The bank will remain quite sound."
"I still don't know why Case needed me," Jordan said. "Aside from the day the account was opened, I didn't have anything to do with it and had put it out of my mind until the other day when I heard the name Kalub Lorencovic."
"I can answer that," Bower said, "He was in prison and didn't have the chance to transfer the money to a new account before you turned 18. Once you became of age, he lost the authority to make transfers without your authorization. Kalub was supposed to make the transfers, but he also was in detention. Case was using the Chadron Lorencovic Trust to hide his stolen money and Kalub was laundering Russian mob money through the account. On paper you are one of the richest people in Europe."
"And one of the biggest criminals," Griner added.
"I hope that is a joke," Jordan's lawyer said.
Griner smiled and said, "We'll see."
The jet landed in Bern, Switzerland. Liechtenstein is one of the few countries without its own airport. The embassy had arranged for rooms at the Bellevue Palace. Normally, Peter and Jordan would have enjoyed exploring the city and taking in the history and culture. However, Griner and Bower requested they remain in the hotel. They did not believe Jordan was in any danger, but he was the key to a criminal fortune and they wanted to keep an eye on him and Peter.
The current Bellevue Palace hotel was opened in 1913 and the neoclassical building represented the grandeur and confidence of Europe before the devastation of the 20th Century. Peter's and Jordan's suite was on an upper floor and enjoyed a breathtaking view of the snow covered Alps. The city and the hotel were wearing their Christmas best, and Peter and Jordan spent several minutes admiring the postcard views.
Jordan asked, "After this is all over, do you think we can spend some time exploring the city?"
"I was just thinking the same thing. We don't have to go back on the government dime. We could spend a couple of days here and then take the train to Zurich to catch a flight home."
"Of course that all depends on whether I am arrested." Jordan said. "I think Griner still believes I am part of some conspiracy. The government still hasn't released my trust fund. That money came from my grandfather, well step-grandfather, and Case had nothing to do with it, but they are still holding it."
Jordan noticed that at the mention of the trust fund Peter seemed disquieted. "What's the matter," Jordan asked.
"I don't know why... well, why your trust fund feels like a threat. It's just that if the government hadn't frozen the trust fund...."
"If I had my trust fund, I wouldn't have been in need of rescuing; is that what you are saying?"
Peter hung his head a bit ashamed that he found fortune in Jordan's terrible misfortune. Jordan grabbed Peter and gave him a hug, then said, "Babe, I really believe we were meant to be. Hell, I probably would have just gambled and drank the money away and still been freezing in front of your apartment building in need of rescue."
Peter smiled and gave Jordan a kiss, then said, "Well since we can't leave the apartment, what do you want to do?"
"I want to forget about all of this. I want you to make it all go away. Can you do that for your little lost boy?"
Now Peter laughed as Jordan put on his most pathetic, sad face. Peter picked up the guest phone and called room service. When he was finished, Peter turned to Jordan and asked, "Top or bottom?"
Jordan smiled and said, "Both," and jumped onto the king size bed.
Peter knew it would be a long afternoon and evening.
There was a knock on the door and Peter answered. It was room service. The waiter rolled in a cart with champagne chilling in a bucket and a green bottle Jordan didn't recognize. The waiter said, "My name is Julian. Would you like me to prepare the first round?"
"Yes please," Peter said, and he and Jordan sat on the edge of the bed to watch.
"First," Julian said, "we start with 44 mL, what you American call a jigger, of Absinthe."
"Absinthe!" Jordan exclaimed, "isn't that stuff illegal?"
Julian smiled, and said, "For over a century it was in most of Europe. "The Green Fairy, as Absinthe it was sometimes called, was believed to be a hallucinogen. However, that probably had more to do with its association with bohemian culture than any actual psychological effects. The cocktail I am making for you was popularized by your American writer, Ernest Hemingway. Death in the Afternoon is its name, which it shares with Hemingway's travelogue detailing bullfighting."
Julian continued, "Absinthe is actually Swiss in its origin, and was first produced in my home canton of Neuchatel. Neuchatel is one of the French-speaking cantons.... Next we add champagne until as Hemingway said, it attains the proper opalescent milkiness.' To which he added, Drink three to five of these slowly'."
Julian handed Peter and Jordan each a drink. Jordan took a sip and smiled, `It is not at all what I expected. It is refreshing but still packs a punch. I bet these will sneak up on a guy very fast."
"That they will, sir," Julian said with a smile. "Enjoy your afternoon."
After they finished their first drink, Peter pushed Jordan onto the bed and straddled his abs. He then took out a coin and said, "Call it!"
"Heads," said Jordan.
"It's tails, and I defer until the second round. So what do you choose, Stud Muffin?"
"I want to fuck that cute English teacher, daddy bootie."
"Oh, teacher and daddy. This sounds like a kinky teenager's fantasy."
"You bet," Jordan said, as he shoved Peter face down on the bed and began stripping off Peter's clothes.
Soon Jordan had his face deep in Peter's ass and was rutting like a pig on the scent of a truffle. Peter grabbed the duvet with both hands and moaned. Jordan quickly pulled off his shirt and shed his jeans. The fly of his briefs were wet with precum and straining to contain a bull of a cock.
Jordan spread Peter's cheeks to expose a sweet pink pucker. "Fuck yes," Jordan yelped then grunted and began to tease it with a wickedly talented tongue. Peter was absolutely overwhelmed with a need for cock.
Jordan grabbed Peter by the wrists, then bent down and whispered into his ear, "Do you remember that D you gave me on my first essay, teach?"
"Uh-huh."
"You said it was immature and passionless." Peter's could only moan in response as Jordan slid slowly into him. "How was I to know about passion? I was a mere boy pretending to be a man." Jordan pumped hard twice. "I didn't have a daddy to teach me about what it is to be a man. To awaken my passion." Jordan pushed his cock in as hard and deep as is cock would allow, and Peter bit down on the duvet to keep from screaming `fuck me!' at the top of his lungs.
Jordan wrapped his arms around Peter's chest and pulled Peter up to a kneeling position, all the while keeping his cock buried deep in his lover's ass. Peter knew Jordan was strong, but when Jordan was pumped on hormones and desire, Peter was a mere rag doll in his arms. When Peter adjusted to being impaled, he began to fuck himself on Jordan's rigid tool.
Soon Jordan was approaching climax. Jordan pulled Peter tight to his chest and his breathing signaled he was on the edge. Jordan tightened his sphincter and pushed down hard. Jordan bit Peter's shoulder as he planted his seed deep inside. Peter continued to rock on Jordan's cock until the boy couldn't take it any longer. Jordan collapsed on bed keeping his arm wrapped around Peter, and his cock buried in Peter's hole. The two remained entwined until the heat of passion faded and a shiver signaled a need to move. Peter rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Jordan soon followed. The hot water felt amazing as it warmed and relaxed.
"So babe," Jordan said, "You've got the ball."
Peter smiled and grabbed a towel to dry off. When they stepped back into the room, Peter walked over to the window and pulled the drapes back as far as possible to reveal a stunning view of the snow-covered Alps. He then repositioned the large leather-tufted bench so that Jordan would be looking out the window while being fucked.
Jordan smiled as he climbed on the bench and positioned himself like a champion ready to be judged at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. In fact, Jordan's lean muscular body resembled that of a Doberman Pinscher. Peter walked around the bench critically examining Jordan. Peter examined the symmetry of Jordan's face, which was broken only by a scar over his right eye earned in a bicycle accident at age 11. Peter ran his hands over Jordan's muscles. He reached between Jordan's legs to judge the weight and health of Jordan's testicles and penis. Finally, Peter spread Jordan's but cheeks to inspect a tight pucker sitting in a smooth canyon. Peter leaned forward and blew a small breath of warm air onto the pucker, and Jordan softly moaned.
Peter walked back to Jordan's head and pushed his hard dripping cock to Jordan's soft lips. Soon Jordan was feasting on Peter's cock and in return Peter was serving up copious helpings of precum. "Fuck boy, you have amazing oral skills." Peter said. "If I didn't know just how good your ass is, I'd let you finish me off right now, but..." Peter pulled back his cock and looked Jordan in the eyes, "...I know just how sweet your little peach is, and there is nothing so fine."
It wasn't long before Peter was balls deep in Jordan and riding him like a rented mule. The more Peter pounded, the more Jordan demanded harder. The boy reveled in the role of a submissive bottom, and Peter was more than willing to indulge him. Jordans' prostate was hypersensitive and eventually the battering Peter's cock was giving it, sent him over the brink. He arched his back and shot load after load onto the bench; turning one of its tufts into a small lake of cum.
Now it was Peter's turn to find satisfaction. He flipped Jordan over onto his back and pulled him to the end of the bench so that his ass was hanging over the edge. "Are you ready to get used?" Peter asked, and Jordan grabbed onto the bench to brace himself for the coming onslaught. Peter pushed Jordan's athletic legs back to expose a hungry hole. "Are you ready for this?" Jordan nodded and then moaned as Peter sunk an engorged cock deep into his bowels. Soon Peter was dripping sweat and his breathing like he'd just run a race. "Oooohhh, fuuuuck, I'm cuuuummming," Peter exclaimed and with one final hard push unloaded deep inside Jordan. At the same instant Jordan's eyes rolled back and he came for a third time that afternoon.
Peter began gently kissing Jordan and savored the good feeling that derives from great sex with someone you love completely. Jordan looked up and Peter saw tears in his eyes. "What's the matter?" a concerned Peter asked.
"I love you so much that sometimes it hurts. I know that doesn't make sense, but it just does. I guess it is because I am reminded how desperate and meaningless my life was before you rescued me. It is also because I know there are hundreds of guys more deserving than me who aren't getting the break in life you gave me. That you are giving Audrey and Andy."
Peter kissed Jordan and said, "Come on stud. Go run us a hot bath, and I will be in in a minute."
When Peter walked into the bathroom, he was carrying two Death in the Afternoon cocktails. Jordan was already in the tub and Peter handed him one of the drinks. Then Peter climbed into the tub facing Jordan. For a while the two sat in silence across the tub and sipped their drinks. Finally Peter said, "You're right, there are lots of boys on the street that need someone to take an interest in their lives."
"Huh?" said Jordan.
"Your comment reminded me of something I've been thinking about for awhile. Are you familiar with the history of the YMCA?"
"Not really," Jordan said. "I think it had something to do with Christianity and physical fitness."
Peter said, "That is part of it. The YMCA movement began in London in the 1840s to provide young men moving to the new industrial cities an alternative to the bars and brothels as a place to socialize. At first, the focus was on education, but it soon became a promoter of sports and health as a way to promote an ideology of Muscular Christianity."
"At the same time the YMCA movement was building momentum in Britain, in the U.S. the Settlement House movement was emerging as a way to help immigrants, particularly immigrant children, acculturate to life in American cities. One the most famous of these settlement houses, was Hull House, founded by Jane Addams, in Chicago."
I've been doing some reading about these two movements, and have been wondering if they could be models for helping gay young men who are fleeing intolerance and homophobia to start a new life in a place like Chicago. It could allow them to connect with mature men who care about them, rather than wanting to exploit them."
"That sounds amazing," Jordan said. "I really needed a place like that. I didn't have any idea where to go or how to start over when my world went to shit. Maybe I could have avoided some of the really stupid and desperate things I thought I had to do to survive. Are you really going to do this?"
"I keep thinking about it. The idea doesn't seem to go away," Peter said.
Jordan put down his drink and moved across the tub to Peter and gave him a kiss, then said, "Babe, this sounds like your calling. I have never met anyone else who is such a natural blend of practical problem solving, idealism, compassion, and generosity as you." Jordan gave Peter a kiss to confirm his affirmation and support for Peter's calling, then said, "I can promise that you will alway have fresh cookies and a hot ass waiting after a long day of saving the world."
Peter reached between Jordan's legs, and said, "Sometimes, I will need a stiff drink and a hard cock."
"Whatever you need; whatever you want," Jordan said with a smile.
Chapter 31
Three days after arriving in Bern, Agent Griner was driving Jordan, and Brendon Bates across the Rhine River from Switzerland into Vaduz, Liechtenstein. Bates handed Jordan a Slovakian passport in the name of Chadron Lorencovic; however, the picture was that of Chadron's alter ego Jordan Allison.
"How?" Jordan asked.
"A special request from one NATO ally to another, and the guarantee to assist with the recovery of certain Slovak Republic national treasures that may or may not be held in assets seized from one Case Allison."
Griner parked in front of a cafe located across the street from the Bank Buchel, AG. Bates looked at his watch and said, "The bank doesn't open for 45 minutes. Let's get coffee and pastries." Inside the cafe Griner took a quick look around before joining Jordan and Bates.
"Agent Griner, I get the feeling you are on the lookout for someone or something," Jordan said.
"Let's just say that not all of the people who have an interest in that account are accounted for. The Austrians are detaining several people who tried to cross into Liechtenstein a couple of days ago."
Jordan suddenly looked concerned, but Griner smiled and said, "Don't worry, the only unusual people in the cafe today are three friends from Interpol."
Bates continued, "Once the transfer of funds are complete and the account closed, you will not be of interest to anyone. However, to be sure, I will destroy Chadron Lorencovic's passport, and a story will appear in the Bratislava newspapers that he was killed in a car accident on the German Autobahn."
Although Griner kept scanning the cafe for anything unusual, Bates seemed unworried and engaged Jordan in idle conversation as they drank coffee and ate pastries filled with dried pears, walnuts, and raisins that had been soaked in spiced brandy. Bates called them Birnbrot, and Jordan made a note to find a recipe.
Fifteen minutes after the bank opened, Bates and Jordan walked across the street and entered the Bank Bruchel. Bates told the receptionist they had an appointment with a Mr. Joseph Hilti. After a few minutes Jordan and Bates were escorted into an office with lots of oak, marble, and leather.
Hilti extended his hand and said in flawless English, "Welcome, how may I be of service."
Bates explained that he was with the U.S. State Department and was helping an American citizen with dual Slovak citizenry to transfer his accounts to an American bank.
Hilti frowned and said, "This is unusual. I have never known the U.S. State Department to involve itself in such matters."
Bates smiled and said, "Usually we do not, but Mr. Chadron Lorencovic was orphaned and only recently has come into control of his inheritance. Because it was invested overseas and Chadron's father was a bit secretive, he and his attorneys have had a difficult time tracking down all of the assets. Fortunately for Chadron, his godfather is Senator Walter Hiebert, who sits on the Senate Committee for Foreign Affairs. Senator Hiebert asked us to lend some assistance in the matter."
Hilti managed a half-hearted smile and said, "It pays to have powerful friends."
Bates handed Hilti a document specifying the accounts that were to be transferred. When Hilti saw the account numbers it was clear he recognized them and he suddenly became even less helpful. He excused himself and went into an office next door to make a phone call. The wall between the two offices was glass, and Jordan thought it was odd that Hilti was using a cellphone rather than the office phone for the call.
When he returned, Hilti attempted to smile and said, "It will take several days for us to complete this transfer. As you are aware, there are strict rules regarding the transfer of sums this large in order to deter international criminal organizations."
Bates smiled and said, "Yes, I helped negotiate many of the regulations governing the transfer of international funds. That is why efforts were made to pre-authorize the transfers." Bates handed Hilti a stack of papers.
Hilti looked at the papers and after a few minutes, said, "These appear to be in order. Well, Mr. Lorencovic, may I see your identification." Jordan handed Hilti the Slovak passport and Hilti spent several minutes studying it before asking Jordan to sign a document. Jordan picked up a pen and signed, Chadron Lorencovic. Hilti looked at the signature and compared it with the passport, then he pressed a button on his phone and soon an assistant walked into the office.
Hilti smiled weakly and said, "It will take awhile for me to arrange the transfer. You will be more comfortable waiting in our customer salon. Klaus will see that you are comfortable and well cared for."
After twenty minutes of waiting, Jordan was pacing and asked Bates, "How long is this going to take?"
Bates winked and said, "It won't be long. Just have a seat."
Moments later four men in suits walked past the salon door and toward Hilti's office. Then there was the sound of angry arguing in German and Jordan looked at Bates, who remained seated and unperturbed.
A few minutes later, one of the men came to the salon and said, "Mr. Bates the problem has been resolved." Then Jordan saw Hilti being escorted by two men down the hall and noticed that he was in handcuffs.
"What is going on!?" Jordan demanded, but before Bates could answer Klaus walked in and asked they follow him. Klaus showed them to a large office on the mezzanine level. An older man stood and greeted them.
"My name is Franz Bruchel, president of Bank Bruchel. I apologize for this morning's irregularities, although I suspect Mr. Bates is more informed about what just occurred than am I. Unfortunately, Mr. Hilti will not be able to complete your transaction. However, I will personally execute the transfer of funds. Mr. Lorencovic, may I see your passport."
Jordan again handed over the passport and signed his name to a transaction authorization. However, this time Bruchel entered data into the computer and pressed enter. A few minutes later, Bates' phone rang. He answered it and smiled.
Bates said, that was the U.S. Treasury notifying me that the transfer was successful. Thank you for your assistant Herr Bruchel."
When Jordan and Bates got back into the car, they found Heather Bower waiting.
"What the hell was all of that?" Jordan demanded.
Bower said, "After you put us onto the Chadron Lorencovic Trust, we found that the Swiss and EU were investigating Hilti for wire fraud and embezzlement. We began to suspect that when he heard your father and uncle had died, he would attempt to drain the account and go into hiding. The Slovak Republic's Swiss Embassy had received several inquiries as to the status of Chadron Lorencovic. He had discovered what Case and your Uncle Kalub were using the account for, so rather than report them, he waited for an opportunity to exploit what he knew. He was betting that you didn't know anything about the account's use or how much money was there. He was probably going to leave one or two million Euros in the account figuring you would be surprised, happy, and not ask any questions."
Bates continued, "He probably figured he had months to transfer the money and planned to do it in small enough transactions that it wouldn't raise the suspicion of the currency and banking regulators. However, when you showed up unexpectedly this morning and requested the entire account be transferred, and I had the papers approving the transfers, he panicked and tried to transfer the account all at once and then retransfer it multiple times in multiple forms to attempt to cover his trail."
"If he had completed the first transfer," Bower said, "there was a good chance he could have gotten away with at least some of the money. However, we were ready for that and the minute he made the first transfer, regulators stopped the transaction and seized the account."
"So what does this mean for me?" Jordan asked.
"Griner, who was driving, said, "I can answer that. It is clear to me that you were not involved in any of your father's criminal activities, and had no real knowledge of how he was using your identity for his fraud. When I get back to Chicago, I will recommend that the investigation be closed, you be formally exonerated, and the trust your grandfather set up in your name be released to you."
Jordan sank back into the seat and tried to take in what he just heard. He was having a hard time grasping the reality and all he wanted at the moment was Peter. All the way back to Bern he struggled to keep it together.
When the car pulled up in front of the Bellevue Palace, Peter was waiting for them. Jordan barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and rushing into Peter's arms. Peter led Jordan up to their room, helped him undress, and tucked him into bed. Jordan was emotionally and mentally drained; and sleep, even fitful sleep, was what he needed at the moment.
Four hours later, Jordan opened his eyes. The sun was already beginning to slide behind the Alps and it would soon be dark. Peter was sitting on the bed and playing a game on his iPad; when he saw Jordan stir he said, "Hey babe, how are you feeling?"
"Relieved, angry, confused?"
Peter kissed Jordan and said, "That's understandable. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes, take me home. I know we talked about staying for a few days, but I just really want to go home."
Peter smiled and said, "Whatever you want. Whatever you need."
Epilogue
A few days before Christmas was the anniversary of Peter saving Jordan physically, mentally, and emotionally. It was also the anniversary of Peter finally getting the family he didn't know he needed. There was only one thing left to do before they could truly put the past behind them, and that was why they were visiting the chapel of Graceland Cemetery.
"I think it's over here," Peter said softly, and he led Jordan to one of the niches in the back corner of the chapel. There they found a simple oak panel with C. J. Allison, August 23, 1971 - November 17, 2017. Behind the panel were the cremated remains of Case Allison.
Peter said, "I will be in the lobby when you are ready."
Jordan grabbed Peter's hand and said, "Don't go, please." Peter gave Jordan's hand a supportive squeeze.
After a few minutes, a single tear rolled down Jordan's cheek, and he said, "Dad, that is the last tear you will ever cause me to shed." Jordan then turned to Peter and said, "I'm done here. Let's go."
As they left the chapel, the warmth of the sun on an unseasonably warm day in Chicago greeted them. Jordan couldn't resist giving Peter a kiss, and smiling, then said, "I know we aren't officially married yet, but, as of this moment, I am Jordan Jenke. I love you Peter Jenke. I love our family, and I don't want to spend another minute living in the past."
Peter hugged Jordan and said, "Let's go home."
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