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Spring Training By Justin Davis
Chapter Eleven
(Epilouge)
As promised, the fathers of the two young teens that had been sent to Dalton and John's for a taste of what could happen to them if they didn't behave, provided the two with as large a sum of cash as they said they would. So much so, in fact, that there was enough to make them reasonably comfortable for the rest of their lives. And of course, David fared well from the arrangement him self.
Each month, Dalton had deposited a large sum into a special trust for David so that by, the time David turned twenty-one, there was more than enough money for him to got to college, or do just about anything else he wanted to. And, David had done just that.
David finished college in three years, rather than the usual four or five, and was quickly employed by one of his Uncle Dalton's friends who owned a large brokerage firm.
Now, as he approached twenty-five, David was just as attractive, if not more so, than he had been when he was a teen. He had let his hair grow into a medium cut, and that, along the development of his facial and muscular features, gave him the appearance of a very attractive young adult. Other things had changed as well.
David now wore a lone gold earring in his right ear, rather than the two he had worn, and he had replaced his silver nip rings and cock ring with gold ones. However, he no longer wore, or cared much about wearing, the leather outfits that he had worn for so many years at his uncle's place. That was only for those rare occasions when one of his uncle's former clients would contact him and arrange a session, for which he was always paid handsomely.
The income from David's trust, his income from his job at the brokerage firm, and the occasional visit to a special client or two, enabled David to live quite well and quite handsomely for a young man his age.
The world David had grown up in at his Uncle Dalton's was now almost a distant memory for David. He had enjoyed it at the time, but as he had grown and matured, David had grown away from his love for many of the things that had gone on there with his uncle's "guests". Not that David had forgotten anything he learned. Quite the contrary, had he chosen to be, David would have been very much in demand among the wealthier B and D set. Yet, David limited his activities along those lines to only a hand full of special clients. It was one such client that was the reason David was in Bahamas for the weekend in the first place.
For two days and two nights, David had provided his special client with all of the special treatments he had desired in the well-equipped, private, and remote bungalow they both occupied just off the beach.
Ball squeezing, Electro-stimulation, whipping, and fisting, were just some of the activities that had gone on over those two days and two nights. All of it had been to the client's satisfaction and he had boarded his private jet and headed back to Miami a very sore but happy man. David, on the other hand, was exhausted, which was why he now lay in the lounge chair asleep and totally oblivious to the others around him that were enjoying the beach and the sun.
"Uh, excuse me sir!" David vaguely heard someone say.
"Uh, excuse me sir!" The voice repeated, with an obvious British accent.
As David opened his eyes, and they began to focus, he saw two rather undistinguishable gentlemen in business suits standing near the foot of the lounge chair.
"Are you David Sims by any chance?" The thinner gentleman inquired.
David let his brain unfog a bit then replied.
"Yes. I am David Sims!" David replied.
"Oh very good then!" The thin gentleman replied.
"I am Special Agent Clive and this is my associate Special Agent Bridgewater," the thin man said referring to his more portly companion.
"Of His Majesty's Secret Service!" Mr. Clive added, as he opened a leather wallet and showed his badge.
David paused for a minute before he acknowledged the man. He couldn't possibly imagine what he could have done that would result in him meeting the two gentleman.
"Have I done something wrong?" David asked.
"Oh heavens no my good man! We have been sent to fetch you is all!" Agent Clive responded, and chuckled.
"Fetch me?" David asked in surprise.
"Yes quite!" Agent Bridgewater responded.
"Would it be too much trouble for you to accompany us for a bit? I am sure it won't take long!" Agent Clive added.
"Well, I am really not dressed to go anywhere right now!" David responded, obviously referring to the fact that all he had on was a pair of beach shorts.
"Actually sir, you are dressed just fine. We are only going up there a ways!" Agent Clive responded, and nodded toward a hill to David's right that was dominated, the best David could tell, by a rather large beach home.
"Sure! I will go with you!" David responded.
"I hope this is not another friend of a friend special client kind of thing!" David added.
The two agents just glanced at each other in response, then waited while David put on his sandals.
"Lead the way!" David commented, as he got up out of his beach chair.
It took about five minutes or so of plodding along the beach and following the two men up the path that lead to the beach house before they arrived at the front door.
"This way if you please sir!" Agent Bridgewater said, as he opened the door and stood aside for David to enter ahead of them into a rather large living room.
"Was it him Clive?" a voice from toward the back of the house asked.
"Right you were sir! He is here now!" Agent Clive responded.
"Will you be needing anything else sir?" Agent Clive asked.
"No Clive! Not right now!" the voice from beyond the living room answered.
"Very well sir!" Agent Clive said loudly.
"We will be leaving you now sir! Pleased to make your acquaintance!" Agent Clive said to David, then he and his companion exited through the still open front door and closed it behind them.
"I will be out in a minute old man! Still trying to get the beach sand off myself. Pour yourself a drink if you like!" The still unseen person loudly said to David from the other room.
David moved toward the bar but then thought better about it. It was still fairly early in the day for a drink.
"No thanks! Still a bit early for me!" David shouted back.
"Very well then!" The unseen man shouted back.
"It really was so good of you to come! It has been a long time and you don't know how many years it has taken me to find you!" The voice said as it got closer toward the living room.
David turned his head toward the approaching voice and watched as a figure, clad only in beach trunks, entered the room toweling his head dry. From what David could tell the young man couldn't was about his age, was a little taller than he was, and from the looks of his abs probably worked out.
"There that should do it!" the as yet unrevealed young man replied, and quickly quit drying his hair with the towel and dropped it to his side.
David was speechless when the young man stood revealed before him.
"Its, its, You are---!"
"Yes, I guess I am!" the ginger-haired young man interrupted.
"But, I don't know you! I mean why----?"
"Why would I ask you up here?" the other man replied.
"Maybe this will help!" he added, and then quickly began to shuck of his beech shorts.
"Viola!" he said, as he stood naked before David.
David remained speechless as his eyes began to scan the other young man's naked body.
A noticeable, but thin, trail of ginger-colored hair ran from the young man's navel, down to a bush of pubes the same color, which had in their center, a thick uncut penis, the head of which was pierced by a silver ring.
The other young man gave David time to get a good look at his naked body then responded.
"For God's sake man! Would it help if I put on a black leather hood?" The young man asked in an exasperated tone.
At that instant, it all came together for David.
"My god! My uncle's! Eight years ago! David exclaimed.
"Yes! It was an experience I will never forget! That is for sure!" The other man replied, then laughed.
"But, but, why would you?--------"
"Why would I want to contact you?" The other man interrupted.
"Because I love you David. I have loved you since the moment we made love on the floor of that awful, awful, room!" he added.
"And, I want to ask you a question?" he concluded.
It took David a second to respond. He was still too dumbfounded to collect his thoughts.
"I have no idea what you could possibly want to ask me?" David replied.
"I was young then. I apologize for all of those things that happened!" David added, in a somewhat ashamed tone.
"I don't want your apology you bloody idiot!" The other young man responded.
"Will you make love to me David? Not just now, but forever?" He added in a serious tone.
"But, what about your position? The publicity?" David asked.
The other young man laughed.
"Well, I will not be the first of my ancestors to have a male lover on the side and I will probably not be the last." He replied.
"Come David! And let's not do it on the floor this time!" He added, holding out his hand toward David.
David hesitated for a moment, then walked over and took hold of his the other young man's hand.
"Those eyes, those god-damned blue eyes of yours!" David commented
"Doesn't protocol dictate that I am supposed to bow or kiss your hand or something?" David added.
"I leave all that stuff up to my older brother!" The young man said, then laughed.
"However, you can kiss anything you like, as long as I get to do the same!" He added, then smiled.
Then, the two kissed, and David willingly let himself be guided toward the bedroom and into a lifetime of happiness.
The End