The Apartment

I should preface this story (as with all my stories) take place in a fantasy world where there is no disease. We don't live there, so play safe!

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The Apartment -- Chapter 3

Tim and I were heading to the airport and I had to figure out what I was going to do, how I was going to explain anything that the master sent out via e-mail. All I knew was that Tim and I were together now and he seemed to like it and I definitely liked the idea.

Tim spoke up and said, "We can't go to the airport."

"Why not?" I said. I was definitely going in panic mode and was eager to get off the island.

"One, I don't have a driver's license and my back is bleeding a bit." He said in a much different voice than he normally used.

"Fuck! What are we going to do?" Panic was rising!

"Let's go to my tutu's place. She can help us." Tim said with assurance.

"Who or what is a tutu?" I couldn't figure out how a ballerina dress was going to help us?

"Tutu is the Hawaiian word for grandmother. She is my grandmother and she will be able to help us." He was becoming excited.

I thought for a moment. "I thought you came to Hawaii to go to school? But your grandmother lives here?"

"Yes, I was living with my aunt and uncle on the mainland after my parents died, but my family and my tutu live here in Hawaii. My mom was born in Hawaii. She met my dad here when they were working in a hotel."

"Okay, let's go there." I said. It was too much information to assimilate right now.

Tim gave the taxi driver the address and directions and we were off to his tutu's. I had no idea what was going to happen next. I was worried about e-mails this master guy might send out, and if he knew my home address, phone number, etc. Had he copied my e-mail information?

We headed inland towards the mountains. I asked Tim where were going specifically. Which part of the island. "Up the Nuuanu Valley along the Pali Highway. She lives off of the old Pail Highway." That didn't tell me much, but I was glad he was talking. It kept my mind from racing out of control.

We reached a home that had a porch that wrapped around the house and there was a woman sitting on the porch in a rocking chair. She was grey haired and wore a colorful flowing dress, a mu'u mu'u, Tim said. I paid the taxi driver as he headed towards the woman.

She stood up when she saw him and held her arms open. Tim ran up and into her arms. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. I noticed the blood blotch on the back of his t-shirt and then looked up and saw her tears and then the questioning look when she saw me.

She motioned for me to come up. "Who is this, Tim?" she asked as she released Tim.

"This is Peter, he is my friend, and he is trying to help me get away from the man who has been keeping me. "

"Peter, Aloha. If Peter says you are his friend, then you are welcome here. And if you are trying to help Tim get out of this strange life he has been in, then you are more than welcome. Please come in."

We went inside and she had us sit. She went to the kitchen and I surveyed the room. There were many pictures of families, lots of things Hawaiian -- quilts, pillows, carved rood, and orchids. She came out with iced tea with a spear of pineapple in it. It tasted delicious.

Over the next several minutes Tim told an abbreviated story about what had happened, with me adding in pieces where asked. When he finished his grandma asked if I had Tim's best interests at heart. I said, "Yes."

"Do you care about him?" she asked.

I had to think, "Yes, I do," I said and felt I meant it.

"Tim, do you care about Peter?" He looked at me and smiled, and then nodded.

"Okay, let me go make some phone calls to some of your cousins. Let's see what tutu can make happen." She smiled and added, "You two, you go get cleaned up, put some of the cream in the bathroom cabinet on Tim's back. Then you find some clothes in the guest room. By then I have some stuff all setup and we can talk."

Tim showed me the way. I helped him peel off his shirt. I had to do it tenderly because the blood had dried. Once it was off, I applied the ointment gingerly to his back. I loved the way his muscles showed and played across his back as he moved.

When I finished, he turned around, hugged me and gave me a very passionate, sincere kiss. And I responded. I don't know why but this man was finding a way into my heart; something that I had not experienced before. It was very new for me.

I looked into his eyes and saw the joy in his eyes; something that I hadn't seen before. "Do you miss being the boy for that master guy?"

Tears filled his eyes. "I thought," he struggled to speak through the emotion, "that the only way some guy would find me sexy and want me, was if I let him do what he wanted with me." He paused before continuing. "I thought I could find pleasure by giving him pleasure, and I tried and really thought I was." He smiled and his eyes brimmed, "And then you cared about me because I was me. You wouldn't hurt me, just because someone told you to."

"And I had never been with a man, and you just seemed so tender and vulnerable. And so passionate!" I blushed as I said that.

I cocked my head and said, "You sound smarter since we left my apartment. You aren't so emotionless, so zombie-like, so I'll-do-whatever-you-want."

He nodded, wiped his eyes and said, "Yeah, I was kind of zoned out during my time with Master. I did what I was supposed to do and learned to enjoy being his boy and giving him pleasure."

We found some Hawaiian shirts, and some sturdier shoes and shorts in the guest room. By the time we had finished talking with each other, fixing Tim's back, and getting dressed, there were several people in the living room.

Tutu spoke first, "Okay, Manu is going to take your pictures and finish up your passports and driver's license. Jeff is getting credit cards for you. Danny and Jessica are going to work on your laptop and see if they can block any e-mails this Mok is trying to send out and see if they can find out anything else about him. And Hana is getting you tickets, money, and some clothes."

They all told me "Hi," or "Aloha," and rushed us through picture taking, getting my wallet, getting into my laptop, and everything. When the finished, they either left or sat down to go to work.

Tutu continued to talk to us about my plans; where were we going to go; what were we going to do; where would we live; what was Tim going to do, etc. I was surprised (I don't know why, but I was) to find out that Tim was a programmer for computer games and did great graphic work as well. I also found out that his last name is Jamison. My last name is Johnson, two generic last names.

"How do you have so many cousins?" I asked when tutu's questions had died down a bit. Tutu laughed, "When you come from a Hawaiian family, an ohana, then you come from a large family. Everyone is related. And everyone that isn't is an auntie or an uncle. So even if they are not `real' cousins, they are like family. But all these people that are helping you, they are Tim's cousins, not that he has spent much time with them."

Shortly thereafter, the cousins came back. Manu, I think, passed around Styrofoam containers. I opened mine and when I looked up, tutu said, "Plate lunch. Very typical Hawaiian fast food. Some kind of meat with 2 scoops of rice and a scoop of macaroni salad."

Mine was a teriyaki chicken and it was excellent and I was starving. As we ate, we received our new passports -- Me: Paul Stanley and Tim: Robert Emerson; driver's license and credit cards in the same names; wallets with all of the cards and several hundred dollars in cash; airline tickets for tomorrow morning flying back to LA; luggage with clothes and my laptop bag.

"I blocked any e-mails from being sent from your e-mail accounts for the next week, no matter where they originate. Nothing has gone out today, so either he didn't get the information or he is trying to find you so he can torment you some more by using that as a stick," Jessica explained.

"And we cleaned your laptop of any viruses, or malware that he might have installed. There was one very sophisticated app on there, that would have copied everything you typed, every site you visited, and sent it on to his address," Danny said. He added, "We are trying to track down the IP address so we can try to track him down. But he seems to own quite a few homes around here, so it may be difficult."

And most surprising was, "And Manu here is going to go with you tomorrow, as sort of a body guard. He served in Special Forces and I think he might be helpful until you figure out what's going on." I hadn't thought of this guy following us to my home. Manu certainly looked like he would be good to have on your side in a fight.

"Okay, long day tomorrow. You boys need to get some rest. So go to bed. I'll wake you up in the morning, so you have plenty time for your flight." Tutu came over and kissed us both on the cheeks, patted me on the ass as we were sent off to the guest room we had changed in before.

In the room, after I had closed the door, I thought and then asked, "Your tutu, she's okay with the two of us together in one bed?"

Tim laughed, "My tutu never judges anyone, especially not about sex. In Hawaii, sex is a good thing, no matter who it's with as long as both enjoy it." He stripped down and I gazed at his naked body. I took in his perfect physical form. I looked forward to seeing him when his body hair had grown back in.

I looked up and saw that he had caught me staring, I blushed. He smiled and said, "Look all you want. I'm used to it. Besides you don't look at the same way that guy and his friends did." I liked that he had quit calling him master.

I modestly stripped with my back to him, and then climbed into bed quickly. He climbed in beside me and ran his hand over my body, cupping my nuts and dick in his hand. I shivered. My dick responded and grew.

I turned, so I could hug him and give him a kiss. "Not tonight, I'm way too tired and when we have sex again, I want to take my time and really have a chance to enjoy you and enjoy all the pleasures and sensations it will bring."

He smiled and kiss me, "Me, too!" We spooned then, with me behind him, holding him close to me. I drifted off to sleep.

Sometime during the night, Tim shook me to wake me up. "You were jerking in your sleep and kept saying, `Stop!' and I was worried about you."

I realized I had been dreaming about some sort of Bourne identity, or mission impossible chase scene with this master guy and a group of his thugs chasing us in black SUV, with guns blazing and on foot through alleys, across bridges and through the forests. What a wild fucking dream! I let Tim hold onto me until I drifted off again.

Tutu woke us in the morning and said, "You two, you get up, have some la la time and then we have breakfast before you have to go."

"La La time?" I asked Tim as I poked him with my morning wood.

"Play time, fun time, she means we can have sex if we want to." He smiled gripping my hard on.

"I have to pee first!" I said. He nodded, got up, opened the door and walked across to the bathroom. I was trying to cover up my wood as I followed him.

"No need worry, tutu's seen plenty of Ules in my time," she laughed as I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. Tim was laughing at me.

"Your tutu is one funny grandmother!" I said as I tried to concentrate on peeing in front of Tim with a hard on. He turned on the tap on the sink and I closed my eyes. I pictured waterfalls and listened to the sounds until I was pissing. He joined me and we filled the bowl. He flushed and we walked back to the bedroom.

Back on the bed, he gripped my dick and squeezed. I moaned and stiffened back up. He smiled. He moved around until I was facing his dick and he was facing mine.

He moved over and sucked the head of my dick into his mouth. I did the same. Sucking cock again! I thought and laughed at myself. I took my time exploring his cock with my eyes, fingers, nose and tongue. That is until the little head starting wanting all the attention. So I tried to duplicate everything Tim was doing to my dick on his.

All I knew was he was driving me crazy! His tongue ran this way and that over my dick, into my piss slit and all around the head. One hand cupped my balls and fondled them and the other one played over my thigh. I loved how athletic his body was and how wonderful his dick was. I wanted to stay here in bed with him for the whole day! I wanted to explore more of his body and try or attempt every kind of sex imaginable with him.

But I felt the freight train of orgasm rushing towards me and knew it was going to shatter me and I wanted him there as well. His breathing had sped up and his dick was expanding. His balls drew up to the base of his dick and his dick began to pulse.

I closed my eyes and felt the train wreck happening and began to shoot into his mouth and he began to fill mine. He continued on my dick until it was becoming too sensitive, so I reached down and pulled him off.

He moved up then until we were face to face. We embraced and kissed. The taste of cum was powerful in our mouths as our tongues played in our mouths.

There was a knock, then the door opened and I heard, "Oh, sorry, bro, but tutu sent me into tell you la la time was over and you should hele on for some breakfast."

I was blushing at one of Tim's cousins seeing us naked like this. "No big thing," he said, then he reached down and tweaking my deflating dick.

"Asshole!" I said laughingly.

We took a quick shower, put some more ointment on Tim's back which was nearly healed, dressed quickly and came out to the kitchen.

Tutu was dishing up some food and scooping gravy over the top. She placed bowls in front of Tim and I and I looked down. "Loco moco" Tim said and then explained, "Fried rice, hamburger patty, egg, and brown gravy." He laughed, looked at his tutu and said, "It's da best!"

With trepidation, I took my fork and tasted. "That's good!" I exclaimed. Everyone laughed and Manu said, "It's ono. Ono is Hawaiian for good. And we say it `broke your mouth' it's so good!"

I dug in and realized I was starving. After breakfast, there was a tearful goodbye with tutu and the other cousins and Jeff drove us to the airport.

Tutu had given us a cream that put on a realistic tan over our bodies. I had sunglasses and a woven hat on, and Tim wore a plastic lei and a baseball hat that said, "Go Hawaii." Manu had told us to look like tourists who were in no rush to get back to the mainland and like we were still partying.

I kept expecting thugs to be standing around waiting for us. But I didn't see any. We made it to our airline gate without any issues. On the plane, Manu kidded us because we were now acting like lovie-dovie honeymooners or something because we were leaning in talking quietly to each other and giggling now and then.

I think part of it was the relief. I had been so stressed that this master guy was going to try something that I thought I was going to diet sweating!

Tim (or Robert as I called him and he would laugh when I said Bobby) told me more about his life growing up with his Aunt and Uncle. They were good people he said, but they didn't show much affection or love. This seemed strange after meeting his grandmother. But he said it was his dad's sister and brother and they didn't have the Hawaiian joy of family.

So when this guy paid attention to him, Tim felt a caring, if in a weird way that filled that void he had been missing. And if that was the only way he could be cared about and for, then anything he had to do, he would.

I understood better why he was in that situation. He also said that he really liked sex! And he saw and participated in lots of it while not always getting to cum.

"And he really put a chastity device on you and you couldn't cum for weeks at a time?" I asked, incredulous.

"I couldn't even get hard. It was small, so my dick only fit when it was soft, so there was no getting hard, just getting smushed. And, yeah, one time it was 2 months without cumming." I couldn't imagine.

"Yeah, you will pretty much do anything if you are promised you will get to cum if you do it!" he said further explaining all the stuff he went through and did.

I shared some of my life growing up, which wasn't much when it came to sex. I was ashamed when I talked about surfing the web and jerking off. He told me he understood and not to be ashamed. I had gotten sex the best way I knew how and how I could.

He fell asleep on my shoulder as we took the long flight to LA. And I enjoyed having someone that close to me and depending on me. After a while of enjoying this feeling, I drifted off to sleep with my head against his.

When we landed, panic began to rise again. I kept darting my eyes around looking for someone watching us and it seemed like many people were. Manu went to get the bags while we went to get the rental car that they had arranged.

We were waiting for the rental car bus when this black SUV pulled up. The doors opened and two guys grabbed us and pulled us inside. I put up a struggle, but a hood was put over our heads and ties put on our wrists.

The tires squealed as the car sped away. I started to say something and I was jabbed in the stomach and told to shut up. I heard Tim gasp and then go quiet.

They drove for 15 minutes or so and finally stopped. They opened the door and pushed us out. I fell to my knees as the hood was jerked off my head. Four guys stood around looking at us. We were in some kind of a warehouse or something.

I recognized the master guy and he was smiling a wicked smile. "I am going to have so much fun with the two of you." He gave a horrible laugh.

"At least the boy has gone through some of this before, but you have never experienced anything like this and if you think that seeing the little blood from what you did to the boy is bad, you will not enjoy what is going to happen."

"You can't ..." I tried to say but was jabbed again.

"Look, Peter, I can do whatever I want and you can do nothing to stop it." He grinned with a wicked grin. "In fact, I think I'll start with the boy, so you can watch."

He saw the look on my face and laughed, "Then if he's still alive, he can watch what we do to you!"

They pulled Tim to his feet and ripped the shirt off of him. They pulled him up to a bar and two men tied his hands to the bar. The pulled his shorts off.

The master guy said, "Look at that nice ass! The boys will sure have fun with it, if there is anything left when we get done!"

I thought I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. "You can't just kidnap us and kill us and expect to get away with it." I said, trying to keep him talking.

"I can kidnap you, I can sell you off as slaves, or I can kill you and drop your body in the ocean and no one will ever know." He laughed and said, "Really lay into his back!"

One of the guys had produced a bull whip and let it fly. I heard it hit Tim's back, just before he screamed out. "Stop!" I yelled.

The master laughed, and signaled for the man to lay another one on. "No!" I shouted, "Do it to me. Leave him alone!"

"Oh, does ittle Petey love the ittle boy?" he said, in a mocking voice.

"Yes, so hurt me, but don't hurt him. You can do whatever to me, but let him go!"

He laughed, "How cute, something straight out of some nighttime drama show. Of course you know that I can do whatever I want to you and after you are dead or passed out, I can still do whatever I want to him."

Fuck! I thought. He signaled the guy again, but just then we heard, "Freeze! Hands up where I can see them! Los Angeles Police!" and 10 armed men came out of the shadows and surrounded the guys.

I ran to help untie Tim and to cover him up. He had a gash on his back from the whip, but he kept telling me, "Thank you! It's going to be okay!"

After that it was a whirlwind of questions and people and everything. Manu had put a tracking device in our clothes and had called the police when he couldn't find us. He led them right to us.

The paramedics were taking care of Tim's back and had given him a blanket. We would have to give statements, but not until tomorrow. Manu was driven to the airport to get our bags and then to my place where he would meet us.

Someone gave Tim a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt to wear as they drove us back to my place. I was a bunch of raw nerves until we were in my place and all the police had left.

We got some clothes out of my closet and the luggage to change into. Tim and I took a hot shower and Manu spread some medicine on Tim's back. After that, Manu said he would give us a massage to relax us. I was hesitant, but Tim said the type of massage was Hawaiian and it was called LomiLomi, meaning massage, massage.

So we stripped again and Manu went to work relaxing me, by the time he was done, I was nearly passed out. Manu helped me lay down on my bed and was asleep before he brought Tim to bed.

When we woke up, we went out to dinner after calling and talking to tutu. Manu had told her everything, but she wanted to hear from us that we were okay. "I heard what you tried to do for my Tim. You are a wonderful loving man. I will enjoy having you in our family, Peter," she said with heartfelt warmth. I wanted to cry I was so happy!

The next week or so was a crazy time. We did our statements with the police. They said they had enough evidence to put Bill Thornton, the master, away for a long time as well as his thugs.

I took Tim to meet my parents and they welcomed him into the family and I was surprised! They didn't go all crazy when they figured out I was gay and that I wanted to be with Tim. They were amazed, surprised and shocked at what we had been through. I tried not to be too graphic with the sexual aspects.

I quit my job and Tim and I are moving to Hawaii. Tutu is fixing us up with a nice place to live. Tim has a job at a software on line gaming place and tutu says she will get me all lined up with some work.

But not too much work. We have to enjoy life, enjoy family, and still have time to la la as much as we want, she says.

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