INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on June 16, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Matthew Templar
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 13 - A SHORT SEPARATION
In Okinawa, Lee accompanied Martin to the ship bound for Taiwan. Just before Martin went on board, the two lovers hugged tightly, without concern for the somewhat surprised glances of the other people in the waiting room.
"I hope I can come soon, my loveÉ" Lee whispered.
"It would never be soon enoughÉ" Martin answered.
"I knowÉ I'll call you, be at home every day at nine in the morning, local time."
"I surely will. Anyway I will have nothing to do there in Taipei, besides waiting for you."
"My friend will come to wait for you; he will have a card with your new name written on it. His name is Peng Tzu Hsiu. He too is gay. In the past we had a short relationship, but now we are just close friends. At times he works for my father, because his father and mine were close friends. If you like, he will take you around to see some gay clubs in TaiwanÉ"
"Aren't you afraid that, far from you, I can get someÉ urges?"
"No, I know that you will try to avoid those urges. But I think it could be interesting for you to see a little of the gay life in the Chinese community. Peng can really be a good guide, and he knows well all the gay places there."
"Will you think of me, in these days?"
"I will do nothing else. I will miss you. But I know that this will be our last sacrifice, therefore I willingly accept it."
They had to say goodbye and Martin went on board. They went on to wave each other goodbye with wide arm gestures, while the ship was leaving port, until they were no longer able to see each other.
Martin went to sit on the deck, as the weather was mild and agreeable. Before leaving he bought a couple of magazines in English and was absentmindedly thumbing through them. Somebody sat near him. Martin threw him a glance and for a moment he had a short start. It was a man in his fifties, with a sturdy but not fat body, hair still thick but with some white locks in it.
He took a better look at him - no, he could not be who he thought he was at first, even though he resembled him incredibly. Arthur Mahoney had blue eyes, that man's eyes were hazelnut. Moreover Arthur had a scare on the back of his left hand that this man didn't have. But at first he really thought he was Arthur.
How long had it been since he hadn't thought anymore of Arthur? He met him in London, when he was twenty-four and Arthur was forty-six. Well, to say that he met him was possibly a euphemismÉ
Arthur Mahoney was a rich American industrialist who was living in London for three months, or to say it better, in Richmond, where he owned a two story villa on the banks of the Thames, and nine months in Detroit in another villa that was at least four times wider than the Richmond one. His industry, that he inherited from his father, produced wonderful brier pipes and goods for smokers. In London he opened a shop ten years before that he allowed his younger sister to manage.
Martin noticed the beautiful villa in Richmond, and also noticed that it was often unoccupied. He thought it could be worth a visit. But surely, when it was unoccupied, also the safe, that he was sure would be in the villa, should be empty. Therefore his visit had to happen when the owner used that villa, in an evening he was not at home.
From where Martin used to go to bathe and to suntan, he could easily keep an eye on the villa and its garden, and he noticed that the servants lived in a detached residence, beyond the garden. He also noticed that Arthur was the only occupant of the villa. He then waited for just the right occasion to do his visit. And finally one evening, after supper, he saw the man get in his car and leave the villa.
He took his kit of tools and approached the villa. All the windows were dark, as he hoped. He jumped inside the garden; reached the back of the villa and, with a picklock, he quickly opened the service door, went in and carefully shut it behind him. Then, using his flashlight, he started to explore the ground floor rooms. He found a studio - that was the first place to search.
At the wall there was a big painting that, if his art knowledge was not too superficial, should be a Keith Haring work. Surely an original. He tried to move the painting and as he thought, it pivoted on one side, revealing behind him a wall safe complete with combination. He smiled, amused - really people don't have much imagination. What's the use of hiding a safe in the first place a thief would check?
He studied the safe model, took his special stethoscope and started to make the three knobs turn one after the other, until he heard that faint "click" different from the others, that told him he found the 'open' position. He tried to open the door but, to his surprise, it didn't open. Martin then remembered that some safes, besides the correct combination, needed an exact sequence of action on the knobs. As they were three, and as he understood which were the correct positions, there were only six possible sequences.
With calm, he tried them and at the fourth attempt finally the door surrendered and opened. Martin smiled again, satisfied - he undoubtedly was a very skilled safebreaker, he thought without false modesty and without giving himself too many airs. He took out files, boxes, and the rest of the whole contents and started to examine it, putting back in their place what didn't interest him. He didn't know what to do with the documents; those he put back first. He then started to open the boxes to check their content.
The first one contained a platinum Rolex , which still had the price tag on it. He merrily put it at his wrist. The second contained three rings with precious stones. He was usually not interested in jewels, they were difficult to place and the more precious they were, the more they were dangerous - much too easy to identify. Then, in a rather big box, he found four rolls of pound notes. Good, those really were worth something to him. He took them out of the box and put them in his bag.
He opened the fourth box - it contained tree gold waistcoat watches. He asked himself if he had to take them or not. They seemed antiquarian pieces; it could be more difficult to sell them than the ringsÉ He was still reflecting about what he should do, when he suddenly felt something small and hard pushing against his back.
A low and hard voice said, "Raise you hands, bastard!"
"Oh fucking shit!" Martin thought, "A watchman? A policeman? The villa owner? How's it possible I didn't hear him coming?"
He slowly raised his hands in one of which he still had the box cover.
"Turn around!" the voice dryly ordered.
Martin turned and recognised the house owner.
"Caught red-handed, heh?" the man said, waving his revolver against him.
"It's the first timeÉ" Martin said, trying to smile.
"Yeah, who do you want to swallow that lie?" the man asked, sarcastic, "No one can open a safe like that the first time he tries it."
"No, I meant that this is the first time I've been caught. Anyway, there are better safes than that." Martin said back.
"I paid five thousand pounds for it!" the man said, looking the boy from head to toe, always aiming his revolver at him.
"Well, then they cheated you. For that sum you could get something way better. I would have opened it all the same, but not everybody would have been able."
"You are a would-be expert?" the man asked in an ironic tone.
"Yes, surely, but not careful enough - I didn't hear you come in."
The American asked him, "How old are you?"
"I turned twenty-four three days ago."
"AhÉ happy birthday, then. I see that you took your birthday present. Take off that Rolex immediately. Don't do sharp movements, or I will exchange it some treats from this gun."
Martin slowly lowered his arms, keeping them well in sight, took out the wristwatch and deposited it on the desk. He didn't raise his arms again.
"Good. Now take the phone and call the police." the man said.
"I? Why don't you do it? You find it so amusing, fucking me so?"
The man smiled, "I would rather find more amusement fucking your arse. Or ratherÉ I think that before calling the police, I would like to ride your arse. Undress!"
"Huh?. No! Either you send me to jail or you fuck my arse. Not both of them. I couldn't even steal your things." Martin said, thinking he hoped, between the two alternatives the man would chose to fuck him and then let him go.
"What solution would you like better?" the man asked him.
"Taking it in the arse, of course. You would not be the first oneÉ provided that yours is not too bigÉ"
"No, when hard it's only seven inches long and a little less than two in diameter. So, undress now, come on!"
"But then you'll let me go free? Do you promise you won't call the police?"
"Even if I promised, how can you know if afterwards I will keep my word?"
"I can'tÉ but I can take the riskÉ" Martin answered, starting to undress.
The man was looking at him and Martin was aware that his eyes were sparkling with lust, and that under the man's fly something was pushing.
Martin was finally stark naked. He took off everything, even his socks.
"Turn around, slowly." the man ordered, and while he was turning asked him, "What's your name?"
"Martin." he answered, thinking they were getting personal.
When Martin had finished slowly turning for the man's appreciation, he was hoisting a nice erection.
"My name is ArthurÉ Ah, I see you've got a hard-on!" the man said with a pleased smile. "Do you like taking a cock in your arse, Martin?"
"I'm as gay as you are, and I like doing everything with a handsome man." Martin answered and thought that the man was really getting down to a personal level - it was a good sign.
"How do you know that I'm gay too?" the man asked with a little smile.
"You wouldn't look at me as you are doing, ArthurÉ Why don't you undress too?"
"Yeah, and so you'll profit to sneak away!"
"No, I won't do it. If you want you can tie meÉ"
"Do you like to be bound?"
"No, not at all. But if it makes you feel saferÉ While you fuck me you would be less ready to block me if I attempted something. I think you thought of that, didn't you? ThereforeÉ"
Arthur giggled, "I like you; you are clever and frank. And you have a really good body. Yes, I think I can really amuse myself with you. All right, no police, but I want to enjoy you to the end. Yes, I think I will tie youÉ to be safe."
The man took the belt from Martin's trousers that were on the floor in a pile, made the boy cross his wrists and tied them tightly, then made the belt pass through an element of the radiator and tied it there. He put the revolver on the desk and started to undress.
Martin turned his head back to look at him - he was a handsome man. And he, too, already had a nice erection.
"Bend down, Martin." the man ordered.
The boy bent, pushing his pelvis backwards.
"So good, really, like a little whore in heat. Yes, I really want to fuck you now!"
Martin, looking between the man's legs, said, "Put some lubricant on it, please."
"It's useless to ask; you'll take it this way. I know you will enjoy taking it dryÉ"
"Do it gently! At least put some spit on it, ArthurÉ It would be better for you, too." Martin insisted.
The man spat on his hand and spread it on his turgid tool, and then he spat again and spread it on the boy's hole.
"Are you ready, boy? I'm ready to give a good feeling to your nice arsehole."
"Yes, go on, Arthur. Fuck me, fuck my arse."
When the man pushed into his hole, Martin felt he was opened wide, and the member seemed to be bigger than it really was. It was like a steel pipe. It slipped all inside him, to the hilt.
"I'm totally inside you. Do you like it?" the man murmured, becoming still.
"I feel itÉ it's bigÉ"
"Now I'll fuck you. Hold yourself to the radiator."
Arthur slowly slipped out, then pushed again in. Slowly out, then in. Martin's hole seemed almost to suck it in and, with each lunge, a faint noise was heard.
"Oh, yes, fuck me! I want it! Go on, beautiful hunk!" Martin spurred him closing his eyes to fully enjoy that unscheduled fuck.
Arthur started to beat into him more rapidly. His big balls slapped against Martin's buttocks with each lunge, with a light noise of flesh against flesh. The annoyance of the first lounge was subsiding and Martin was enjoying the sensation of feeling his hole filled by that hard and hot rod. He lightly moved his pelvis side to side and pushed it back, and felt the nice rod rub against his prostate.
Soon Martin felt that his member had hardened more than usual. He panted more and more loudly. He felt he was about to come and tried to resist, but he wasn't able to hold it back.
"I'm coming! I'm coming against you radiator," Martin warned him with a cocky voice.
While strong jets were spurting out from the tip of his member, one after the other, he unconsciously squeezed his sphincter, contracted all his inner and external muscles around the rod that was hammering in him and quite soon felt he was getting filled by the forceful waves of man-seed that Arthur was unloading inside him. The man hugged Martin's torso and continued to spurt. He vigorously rubbed Martin's nipples, and the boy let out a long moan, for the extremely intense pleasure he was feeling.
Arthur stopped moving and only his member, still very hard, still totally immersed in Martin, throbbed with vigour. Then Arthur did something that Martin didn't expect - he started to kiss and to nibble his earlobe, to lick it almost as if he wanted to fuck it with his tongue.
Then, his voice hoarse from their sex play together, said, "I still want youÉ What about a nice encore, boy?"
Martin smiled, "Even two encores, if you like me so much, ArthurÉ"
"But are both soÉ so very uncomfortableÉ Swear that if I free you, you will not try to escape!"
"No, I won't try to run away, I swear. I like how you fuck too much."
"AndÉ if I take you to my bed, afterwards you will fuck me; promise?"
"With the greatest pleasure."
Well, in short, not only didn't Arthur call the police, but he convinced Martin to stay at his place; he made Martin his boyfriend. Martin made him buy a much better safe. Then Arthur decided to take Martin to the States with him, and made him promise he would change his life. That he would stop stealing.
Arthur didn't make him miss anything, even though he was not covering him with gold. He didn't spoil him. For some aspects, the man was even thrifty. And Martin could not ask him for anything, Arthur was not inclined to accept his requests. Anyway, he did give Martin, once in a while, some nice presents.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 14
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