Published: 1 Apr 2019

‘Besat to your left, the four grey transporters‘

Cameron looked over to where Jason had indicated and saw four silver limousines disgorging ten youngish men onto the dockside. With a hand behind his back Cameron held out four fingers and the nearest four guards moved forward, one to each corner of the dais, their batons extending to their full length.

Matteus looked up at Cameron with an enquiring expression on his beautiful face.

“It’s ok Matteus, just a precaution; we have some visitors that might try to cause trouble.”

Matteus nodded his head and smiled at his boyfriend as he moved half a step closer to him.

Cameron felt the tingling on his skin as Jason upped the strength of his biophysics systems then looking out over the crowd and began to select people for the newtech cars. A woman with three small children, a young college guy, a dock worker, and a young disc reporter who looked as though he had only just started in the profession. Cameron purposely overlooked all the well to do fat cats and politicians as he continued to give away the cars to people whom he thought deserved them much more than the so called “elite” of society.

As each car was landed on the dock Cameron went through the same procedure as he had with Daniel and when all were distributed he told the crowd that the owners would be receiving one each of the power packs with tuition in how to use them and the cars. The remaining powerpacks would be given out to houses he selected during the rest of the day, with that he thanked everyone for coming and with one eye on the ten Melecasians he stepped off the dais.

‘Jason?‘

‘Yes Besat?‘

‘Can you ask the General to organise some accommodation for us all and can you make out what the Melecasians are doing here?‘

‘Yes Besat, the General has been informed and is making arrangements now, the Melecasians are not of pure blood so they should no longer be a threat, they are obviously sent here to see what was happening then possibly to report to their superiors.‘

‘Thank you Jason, let me know when the accommodation is arranged, we’ll wait here until all the powerpacks are unloaded.‘

‘Yes Besat.‘

Cameron looked around at the dispersing crowd and then heard a soft voice beside him.

“Excuse me young man?”

Cameron turned to look at the woman with the three young children, he could see that she had tried to dress herself and the kids nicely for the day and it was obvious to Cameron that she had a hard time trying to bring them up.

“Yes Maam?”

“I…I…just want to say thank you; you’ll never know how much your gift will mean to us.”

“Thank you Maam, that’s why I gave it to you, I was pretty sure you could do with the help, I hope you make good use of it and we’ll be around tomorrow to install your powerpack for you.”

“It’s…it’s…well it’s so good of you to do it for people like us, those others usually get everything and I don’t think anyone expected your gifts today, it’s…..well thank you.”

Cameron gave her and the children a warm smile and shook her hand then watched as they went to the last of the cars on the dock and got in to drive home. Cameron also had taken notice of the frowns and distasteful looks he got from those of the “elite” group, now dispersing to their expensive vehicles further along the docks.

Cameron noticed that the ten Melecasians were also returning to their limousines but all took a last look at him before they disappeared into the cars, Cameron felt a little shock of nerves at the looks he got from them as their cars pulled away.

When the last of the power packs were unloaded and stored in a nearby warehouse Cameron watched the trucks pulling up to reload the ship with the scrap metal and old cars for the return journey to Niue. The loading was cumbersome and slow and he knew that they would never be able to fulfil their needs with the conventional shipping.

‘Jason?‘

‘Yes Besat?‘

‘How long before the new transports will be ready?‘

‘Five will be available in three earth days Besat.‘

‘Have them sent here as soon as they are ready please Jason, I’ll have a dock booked and ready for them then will look around for a better landing for a permanent dock for us.‘

‘Very good Besat, it will be done at your command.‘

Cameron took a deep breath of the fresh salty air and reaching out and wrapped an arm around his little boyfriend and pulled him closer.

“Well my little lover, we’ve started, it’s all under way now and no turning back.”

“Hmmmm, yes my Besat, it’s going to be so good being with you to watch it all.”

“Sing me a song of love and happiness, Matteus, something to let all the people know how much I love you.”

Matteus stepped back from Cameron and then began to sing in that clear haunting voice that created memories of love and quiet places, leaving on the air, as the lilting notes travelled over the water fading to soft music in the distance, a feeling of longing and desire. All the people and guards still close to the dais where the two boys stood, became like silent statues as Matteus sang, still with his eyes firmly fixed on Cameron’s.

When the last notes faded away Matteus reached up and wiped away the tear falling from Cameron’s eye.

“My love, that was so beautiful, thank you.”

“It was my own love song just for you.”

“Yes my love I could feel your words deep in my heart, I love you so much Matteus, I’d give my life for you.”

Now it was Matteus’s eyes that brimmed with tears as he snuggled closer to his lover. A strange sound came into his head from Jason almost like a soft cough.

‘Excuse me Besat, your accommodation has been arranged here is the co-ordinates, General Jopty has ordered vehicles to take the guards there to meet you both, he has ordered the top three floors of the Hotel for you to make sure of your security.‘

‘Thank you Jason.‘

“Come on my love, let’s get to the hotel.”

Cameron rested his arm over Matteus’s shoulder as they made their way to his flyer; he heard the rumble of two buses coming down the dock for his guards, unfortunately he didn’t see the small figure of the street boy hiding behind a stack of old crates near the red brick wall he had used for the demonstration of the first car.

As Cameron lifted the flyer to five meters above the road and set it to the address for the Hotel the small figure appeared and with a twist of his wrist placed the power board on the ground and started the small motor. Holding the control cable in his hand he followed the flyer from a distance weaving in and out of the pedestrians with the consummate ease of long practice and a natural ability. Like all fourteen year olds that used the old style skate boards or these new versions with the small motor, Petrus zoomed along without conscious effort, manipulating the controls from long habit without thought or pause as he kept the strange flyer in sight.

Petrus had been living on the streets for five years and had done just about everything to stay alive until yesterday the tall man in a good quality business suit had come up to him and asked if he wanted a job. Petrus at first thought it was another advance for the use of his body like so many times before and so gave the usual answer.

“Twenty credits for blow or hand job, you want the lot it’s fifty credits.”

“I don’t want your ass boy; I want you to work for me tomorrow on the docks.”

“Can’t work the docks, not old enough and no ID card.”

“Not that sort of work boy.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to watch a man coming on the docks tomorrow and follow him wherever he goes.”

“What if he has a car, this old skate board won’t keep up with him?”

“I’ll give you a brand new power board, you keep it afterward and also you get two hundred credits if you can keep up with him and tell me where he goes and what he does.”

“Two hundred credits and you don’t even want to use me?”

“That’s the deal kid, you want it?”

“Yeah…yeah, how do I get in touch with you?”

“I’ll give you a com that’s linked into mine and no one else’s so I’ll know it’s you; you can keep that as well afterwards.”

“Shit Mister, it’s a deal, when do I get my power board?”

“Come with me now and we’ll go get it and everything else for you, here take this, it’s half the money, you get the rest when you finish the job, ok?”

“You trusting me with all this dosh now, aren’t you worried I might run away and not come back to do the job?”

“No kid, I trust you, besides if I had to I could find you easy and then you wouldn’t be around long.”

The coldness in the man’s voice told Petrus not to fool around with this guy, he was paying him more than he could make in a whole week selling himself to other men on the street, and he’d have a power board and personal com, that’d make it easy to call any johns that he liked for business.

The crowds of shoppers and workers flew past Petrus as he wove in and out of the foot traffic following the strange flyer until it slowed even further and began to turn into the underground parking lot of the Britax Tower Hotel. Petrus stopped his board and casually made his way underground on foot, ducking underneath the barrier arm and sliding along the wall.

Nobody took any notice of the small figure as it skulked further into the parking lot listening to the unusual hum of the flyer as it went up another story and to at last take a parking bay two floors above ground level. Petrus pushed closer to the edge of the wall as he sneaked a look around the corner just in time to see the two young boys get out of the flyer and walk over to the lift well to enter the Hotel.

Petrus reached for the small com set in the pocket of his loose fitting shorts and on opening it pushed the number 1 on the dial, a short buzz sounded and then the man’s voice was heard.

“Yes?”

“It’s me.”

“Ok boy tell me whats happened.”

Petrus gave his report like an old time professional spy he had seen in the Vid House one Saturday night when he had enough money to pay for the ticket. When he had finished the man told him to stay there and just watch what happened and then call him again at midnight with his report.

“Ok boss will do.”

Before the words were fully out he heard the click in his ear of the com being disconnected. The boy made his way down to the ground level and went around to the front of the high rise Hotel to wait and watch. No one took any notice of him as he sat then stood around, street kids were a dime a dozen in the streets these days and were ignored by everyone, it was as though they didn’t even exist.

Petrus spent some time looking at his reflection in the wide glass front of the hotel doors, his natural slimness was accentuated by his slightly underfed condition, the hair was as black as coal, a little lank from not being washed for nearly a week and sprouted out at all angles from his head.

The eyes that stared back at him were an unusual vivid green placed evenly on each side of a slim nose that ended with a small upturn, the lips were a little thin and the chin was narrow but firm. The skin of his slim neck was a little dirty and sloped down to narrow shoulders, he was about 5’2″ tall and the tight shirt with the tear in the sleeve made his body look slimmer than it should have been.

The true story of Petrus was in his eyes, they were cunning eyes but if you looked deep enough you could see they were also haunted by memories better left alone. When he was happy, which was very rarely, they flashed and sparkled, when doing business they were cunning and cold but when he was alone with his thoughts they were little boy’s eyes, scared and lonely.

Apart from two busloads of boys arriving and entering the Hotel nothing much was going on, Petrus had seen all the boys at the dock so knew they were with the first two that arrived earlier. At midnight he called again and reported what he had or had not seen, the reply was the same click as before with the instruction to stay and watch.

By 4.00 am Petrus was dozing with his back tucked against the wall of the Hotel near a ventilation duct for warmth, a fine misty drizzle had started an hour ago but he ignored it, it was not the first time he had spent the night in the rain, he shrugged his shoulders again and settled down to nap some more.

Petrus was startled awake in the early morning to the sound of laughing boys coming through the Hotel doors. Petrus looked up and saw the boy who he thought was the leader, with his arm around a young island boy and eight other boys with the funny batons in their hands, move toward the Hotel limousine and pile inside.

Petrus shivered in his damp clothes then stood up and started his power board to follow the group, he had not eaten since yesterday afternoon but didn’t want to stop in case he missed something; hunger was another thing he was used to. The limousine took the group to the main offices of the Warf authorities and then the boys all went inside, Petrus looked over the road at a fast food shop and decided to eat now as he could still see the entrance of the office block from the shop windows.

When he had his bag of greasy food he went outside to his board and took off the small bottle attached to the front and refilled the motor with gas to make sure he didn’t run out when he followed the boys next time, then settled down on the edge of the footpath to eat.

It was three hours before the boys appeared again and the leader had a big folder in his hand as they said their goodbyes to the officer and he heard them order the car to return to the Hotel. Petrus thought for a moment and then with a smile made his way across the road to the office block, there was an officer in there that was one of his johns and he knew just how to find out what had happened with the boys in there.

Not long after the departure of the limousine Petrus heard the faint buzzing of the lunch bell and straightened himself as best he could and watched the faces of the officers as they left the office for lunch, when he saw his john come down the steps he winked and sidled up to him.

“Dave, you got time?”

“Fuck Petrus, I’d love to fuck you right now but my pay doesn’t go in the bank till tomorrow.”

“Don’t want money Dave, I’m so fucking randy and you’re always good to me so I want to give you a freebee, I just want to feel you in me.”

“Hey this aint like you Petrus, you never give it away.”

“I’m soooo randy Dave, fuck me…pleeease.”

Petrus had put on his little boy voice; he knew this worked on Dave every time he wanted something from him.

“Well ok Petrus, but you better be ready, I’m going to really long dick you this time so you feel every inch of me.”

“Great Dave that’s just what I need, do it hard to me, I really need it.”

“Ok kiddo come on you know where I live.”

Petrus tucked the board under his arm and stepped out beside Dave as he strode off, Dave lived only a few minutes’ walk from his office so it was only a matter of minutes before Petrus was naked and on his back with his legs held back to his chest as Dave began to thrust the full length of himself deep and hard into the willing boy.

When Dave had finished with Petrus he lay back breathing heavily as the boy sat on the side of the bed, his little hole was smarting from the long strokes and deep thrusts Dave had given him but he smiled down at the man on the bed then spoke.

“Jeez Dave, where you learn to fuck like that, my hole is still burning?”

“You like that one did you Petrus?”

“Damn Dave that’s just what I needed, hey who was that great big limo there today, they were just leaving when I got there, must of been someone pretty posh to have a car like that?”

“Nah just some smart ass kid with too much money, bought the old Warf complex out at Frazer Bay, don’t know what the hell he wanted it for, the boss was glad to get it off the books, gave it to him for next to nothing just to get rid of it, the kid seemed happy and left.”

“Shit his old man must be loaded, what the fuck they want that old shit heap for anyway?”

“Didn’t say, just signed the papers and gave the boss a heap of credits then left, SHIT, look at the time, come on slut boy time for me to go back to work, thanks for the matinee see yah later.”

“Yeah thanks Dave, that’s the best fucking I ever had, see yah later.”

Petrus left the apartment still buttoning his shorts as he made his way to the street and then to report his findings.

“You did good kid, meet me on the Warf where we met last time and I’ll give you the rest of your money.”

“Sure, is that all you need from me, I can hang around and keep an eye on them some more if you want?”

“No kid that’s all we need, be at the Warf at six tonight and I’ll have your money for you.”

“Great see yah then.”

Petrus got the same click as before and as he put his new power board on the pavement he fingered the other credits in his pocket, apart from the five credits for his lunch he hadn’t spent anything and now he was going to have another hundred tonight, that would keep him for nearly a month if he was careful with it.

Petrus started the board moving on the street and aimlessly wandered around waiting for six o’clock to come around so he had the rest of his dosh, it had been an easy score and he was showing it in his eyes as they sparkled with the delight of his thoughts.

Petrus made his way down the length of the Warf toward the black limousine parked under the same warehouse as before. Apart from two young guys sitting on the edge of the Warf no one was around as he neared the car. Petrus heard the off side door open and the dark figure of a large man stand up and move toward him.

“You the kid?”

“Yeah you got my dosh?”

The tall man held out his arm, in it Petrus could see a brown envelope.

“Here you are kid, come get it and the deals over, boss said to say thanks.”

Petrus went up to the man and reached for the envelope, as his hand touched it a flash of light went off in his head and the old sealing of the Warf jumped up at him as he heard a distant voice.

“That should fix the little shit, what yah reckon? dump him in the tide?”

“Yeah that’ll do it, get the other credits off him first and don’t forget the com and the board, no use wasting them on the fish.”

Blackness overtook Petrus as a large hand tore his shorts from him and then nothing.

Brigas and Triban saw the small boy go past them and as they watched him reaching out to a tall man saw the flying arm of another man who had crept up from behind the boy. At the first sign of movement the two boys had reached down beside themselves and taken up the two batons from the Warf and were moving with almost unbelievable speed toward the small group twenty five meters away.

As the dirty shorts were torn from the boy leaving his naked butt to hit the sealing on the Warf, the two batons grew to full length and a green haze glowed from them as the two young boys pointed them at the older men. The batons vibrated in the hands holding them and then a flash of light and the two older men were crumpled on the Warf.

“What should we do Brigas?”

“We must alert the Besat and ask him what he wants to do.”

“I’ll do that now; go see how the boy is.”

Triban took out his com and called to ‘Jason’ then looked over to his lover Brigas as he kneeled close to the partially naked boy on the ground.

“How is he Brigas?”

“Bad, that guy must have had something in his hand, the boy is bleeding badly, have you told ‘Jason’?”

“Yes, he said that the Besat is on the way here now.”

Two long minutes passed and then they heard the soft hum of the Besat’s flyer as it settled on the Warf beside them. The Besat got out with his beautiful little boy friend and walked over to the two boys.

“What happened, are you two alright?”

Triban, always the leader of the two spoke up.

“Yes Besat, it’s this boy, he was attacked by those two men, Im sorry Besat, we had to use our weapons to stop them.”

“Don’t worry about it Triban, how is the boy?”

“Very bad Besat, he needs help quickly.”

“Right, bring him to the flyer, Matteus can you sit and hold him in your lap while I get us back to the island to put him in stasis?”

“Yes, he’s only small, I can do it.”

As the boy was laid in Matteus’s lap Cameron could see the blood on the back of his head.

“Thank you Triban and you also Brigas, you will be rewarded for your quick thinking.”

Cameron jumped into his flyer and ignoring everything else set the flyer at top speed and was, within minutes speeding over the top of Norfolk Island on the way back to Niue and the stasis to try to save the boy in Matteus’s arms.

Softness and warmth surrounded Petro’s body as he tried to open his eyes, he felt totally weightless and the softness surrounding him felt like a cloud.

‘Damn me shitless, I made it to heaven after all.‘

The thought was fleeting as he opened his eyes at last and saw four naked boys looking down at him.

‘Just what I need, heaven is gay.‘

The four youthful faces smiled down at him as he tried to struggle upright but one of the boys laid a hand on his chest and kept him from rising.

“Stay, the Besat is on his way to see you.”

“Besat?……. what’s a Besat?”

“He is our leader and our lover.”

The dark haired boy smiled again at Petrus as he saw the eyebrows raised in question.

“He will tell you all when he comes.”

Petrus looked down his body but all he could see was a pinkish gel covering him from throat to toe, he laid back and waited for this mysterious ‘Besat’.

Cameron and Matteus arrived within seconds of Petrus opening his eyes and after talking with the four intimates leaned over the tank and smiled at Petrus laying there.

“Well you like living dangerously, what’s your name?”

“Petrus, who’re you?”

“I’m Cameron and this is my boyfriend Matteus, now do you want to tell us what happened there on the Warf?”

Cameron could see the uncertainty in the boy’s eyes as he hummed and ahhed trying to find an answer. It was with a start that Petro recognised the face standing over him as the young guy that he had followed through the city and seen on the Warf earlier in the week.

Fear leapt into Petro’s eyes as he tried to think of a way out of telling about his spying on this group of unusual boys above him, Cameron opened the link to ‘Jason’.

‘Can you search him please Jason, he looks terrified about something?‘

‘Yes Besat‘

As ‘Jason’ searched through the clutter of his life Petrus lay there waiting for the axe to fall, he couldn’t tell this boy what he had been up to, they would probably kill him like the other guys tried to do.

‘Besat, this boy has had a very hard life, here are his memories.‘

Cameron stood and continued to smile at the boy as ‘Jason’ downloaded the memories from the boys head. The hardships and trials that the boy had been through in order to survive almost shocked Cameron as he saw in his head the years of abuse, hunger and fear the boy had lived with.

At last the horror story was over and after thanking ‘Jason’ Cameron reached for the boy to help him from the tank as Petrus tried to sink out of sight with total fear in his eyes.

“It’s ok Petrus, I know all about you, don’t be afraid I’m only here to help you, you’ve done nothing wrong and your following me was not as bad as you think, come on, up you get you’ll find everything here on the island is safe, if you want to stay here then you can with no strings attached.”

“But I spied on you and I sell myself on the streets, you don’t want me, no one does.”

“We want you Petrus, I don’t care what you did, you had to survive but if you want a new start then we can give you one, now come on out of the stasis and we’ll show you around the island and you can make up your own mind.”

This time Petrus didn’t pull away from Cameron’s hand as he reached for the boy and helped him to rise out of the gel, his slim naked body now clean of any scars that had criss crossed his body before going into stasis. Petrus was within seconds standing beside this strange boy and as he looked up at him he became aware of his own nakedness.

Cameron nodded at one of the boys beside him and the boy held up a light tunic and sandals for Petrus to wear. Petrus looked at the odd clothing but before he could move or speak the boy had slipped behind him and dropped the tunic over his head and then placed the sandals on the floor in front of his feet.

Petrus could feel the heat of the beautiful boy as he dropped the tunic on him and then the touch of his body as he leant forward to tie the cord around his waist. The reaction was immediate as Petrus began to quickly grow and push out the front of the tunic for all to see.

“Well Petrus, looks as though you like Charlie?”

“Uhm…well err….ahh…didn’t mean nothing…like.”

“It’s ok Petrus, he likes you too, would you like Charlie to show you around?”

“Uhhm…well…yeah ok.”

Petrus felt a warm hand take his and with a small tug he was led away with his tunic still showing the way, Petrus couldn’t believe he was blushing as the boy led him out of the strange room.

Cameron watched as the street boy with the bright red face followed closely behind Charlie, hands still clasped tightly, with a smile he reached for Matteus’s hand and giving the other boys a nod they made their way back to his rooms.

“What’re we going to do with him Cameron?”

“For now he needs some real love in his life Matteus, I think that Charlie is just the one to give it to him, he can stay here for now, you and I have to get back to Sydney and get the loading area set up.”

“Ok my Besat, when do we leave?”

“Later tonight, we’ll go with the transport that takes the robots to do the building, the new ships will be here in another four days everything has to be ready for them.”

“You going to make love to me this afternoon, my Besat.”

“How could I refuse such a beautiful request my little love?”

Cameron turned on the taps full blast as Matteus began to sing for him through the watershed, small hands rubbing and massaging Cameron with the soap as the vibrancy and seductiveness of Matteus’s voice overcame him and his hardening shaft told Matteus what Cameron thought of his song.

Cameron held Matteus in his arms as he tried to gather his legs under himself and rise with his boy still held tight, the effort was immense after the love making in the shower but if that’s what Matteus wanted then he could do his best to see that his boy had everything that would make him feel loved and needed.

To Be Continued

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