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Benji




Disclaimer:

If you are under 18 or are offended by male to male sex, male to boy sex or 
pain, BDSM, S&M, either willing or unwilling. You should leave this site 
now. This Story is fiction, and it is in our future. The year is 2030 AD. 
And this is how it is.

Any names, places, or events are strictly coincidental.

Chapter 24



We spent most of the rest of the day in bed. Really enjoying each other 
with a sort of weird abandon, which we had never done before. We tried 
multiple positions and ways to satisfy each other. It really was a fun day 
for both of us.

Later as we laid on the bed, I was running my hands over the bruises caused 
by the Glock. As I ran my hand over the really big one on his lower right 
side he screamed in agony as my hand touched it.

"Oh Brin that hurts so bad, please don't touch me there."

"Jesus love maybe you cracked a rib. I think we should get you checked out 
right away."

I picked up the phone.

"Yes Sir. How may I help you?"

"Do you have a doctor here or an infirmary? I think Benji may have a 
cracked or broken rib."

"Yes Sir we have a top notch Doctor. Do you want me send him up or would 
you like to come down?"

"We'll come down."

"I'll meet you downstairs right away Sir."

I helped Benji put on a pair of sweat pants and then helped to sit up. As 
he sat up he started to cough and I say several flecks of blood on his 
lips. The tears started down his face as the pain from coughing hurt him 
more. I grabbed the phone.

"Sir!"

"I think he's punctured his lung. I need to get him to a hospital Now!"

I heard a faint alarm go off in the Mansion. And then several sets of boots 
on the stairs. The Doctor came straight into our room, not even knocking. 
He took one look at Benji and ordered a medi-vac helicopter from the 
mainland.

"Thirty minutes minimum." the RSM said.

"Damn isn't there anything closer? I almost yelled.

The Doctor laid Benji back down on his back and ordered a stretcher to be 
brought. I started to dress. Less than 5 minutes later four men came in 
with a stretcher. While I was dressing they loaded Benji on the stretcher 
and wrapped him in warm blankets. The RSM had been on the phone all this 
time.

"Sir. The NorAm Special Forces have a Super Stallion here. Its on it way 
here now. Will be on the ground in 5 minutes."

I wasn't even half dressed as they took Benji out and down the stairs. I 
followed with only my pants and t-shirt on. Not even my boots. I went down 
and watched as they loaded him on the helicopter. God it was huge. I 
ordered my two security guards to accompany him. They climbed aboard and 
then it took off for Kingston.

Sir John walked out of the house.

"Brin, I have ordered a helicopter from the Devonshire. It'll be here in 15 
minutes. Give you time to dress. Sgt/Maj lay on a security detail to 
accompany the Commander. This will put paid to your quiet honeymoon Sir."

"I don't care as long as he is okay."

"Go get ready Brin. Benji will be good hands at the Royal Kingston 
Hospital. Their the best in the whole Caribbean."

I went back up to my room and finished dressing. Complete armor and 
uniform. I strapped on my sidearm and hooked up my radio. Then I walked 
back down to the landing pad as a Cormorant Transport helicopter landed.

As I waited for it to spool down a man walked up to me.

"Sir. I'm Lt. Witherspoon. I'll be in charge of your security. Were on 
channel 3 Sir."

I quickly switched my channel to theirs.

I heard in my ear piece. "Ready when you are Sir."

No sooner than we were all on board then the helicopter spooled up and 
lifted off.

"Destination Sir."

"Put us on the pad at Kingston Royal."

"Fifteen minutes Sir."

Watching the sea speed by, I thought of how stupid I was to use Benji as a 
guinea pig to prove something. Never again, never would I put my love in 
danger. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"He's in good hands Sir."

I had to wipe the tears that were running down my face.

Every single soldier on that helicopter knew what I was feeling.

The helicopter flew in over the city and set down on the pad at the Royal 
Kingston Hospital. We exited and I walked into the main doors.

A security guard.

"Sorry Sir, no weapons allowed in the hospital."

I ignored him and walked to the main desk.

"Benji Sadac! Where is he?"

"He's in operating room "C". But you can't go there Sir."

"Where's operating room C?"

"It's on the third floor, west wing but."

"Thank you." And I headed for the elevator. I was stopped by a security 
guard.

"Sorry Sir you can't go any further."

"Get out of my way Son."

He looked at me and then at the twelve SAS men behind me and then stepped 
aside.

"Lt. secure this floor. Check all ID's of any visitors. Have some of your 
men accompany me."

"Yes Sir."

I entered the elevator with eight very heavily armed men. We exited on the 
third floor and walked down to operating room C. My two security guards 
were standing outside the door.

"What's happening?" I asked.

One flipped his visor up.

"Their operating on him now Sir. They won't let us in. The doctor said it 
would be about a hour."

"Switch to channel 3."

"Secure this floor."

"Yes Sir."

Then we waited, I paced up and down the hall, back and forth. No one dared 
even to think of talking to me. About forty minutes later a smocked man 
walked out of the operating room. I was next to him in a flash.

"How is he?"

"He's resting comfortably. He had a small puncture in his left lung. I 
repaired the damage and set his broken rib. Considering his age he should 
pull through with little or no complications. We have him in ICU, sedated."

"When I can I talk to him?"

"Several hours, he needs to rest to allow the healing to start. Who are you 
anyway?"

"Brin Sadac."

"His father, no problem sir he will be fine."

"I'm not his father. I'm his partner, lover, were married."

"Well what ever you are he needs to rest now. Come back in 3-4 hours and we'll 
see."

"I'll wait."

"Could be a long wait Mr. Sadac."

"Actually that's Commander Sadac of the International Security Command 
Doctor."

"And that young man in there is my Deputy, Lover, and Partner for life."

"Well I suggest Sir that you find a place to relax. It will be a few hours 
before he wakes up. But can I ask how he came by all the other scares on 
his body?"

"I wish I could Doctor, but he is part of an investigation by the NPF."

"Well I need to book off and get some rest Commander. But I'll be here when 
he wakes up."

"Thank you Doctor."

I retreated to the cafeteria for a coffee and a snack, always with two or 
four SAS boys close by. It didn't take long before word got out that I was 
in Kingston. The World News Net sent a crew to find me. A long with several 
other reporters.

So much for a secret honeymoon.

Ignore them or talk to them, ignore them and they would speculate, talk and 
maybe disarm them.

"Lt. I'm coming down to talk to the reporters. Full security screen 
 please."

"Done Sir. Where would you like them?"

"On the pad."

I walked out the same door I entered the hospital. I was met by a dozens 
flashing lights of cameras. And inundated with questions. I held up my arms 
until quiet took over.

"First off I have agreed to talk to you. I have to honest I hate reporters. 
If you ask a question that might put me or any of my men and women working 
anywhere in the world in danger I will refuse to answer. Ask away, but one 
at a time please."

"Commander why are you here?"

"Here in Jamaica? Or here in the Caribbean."

"Ah Jamaica Sir."

"On Holidays."

"Just Holidays Sir?"

"Don't any one of you take holidays?"

"Who are you visiting here in hospital Sir?"

"If I said my boyfriend would you believe me?"

"Would that boyfriend be Benjamin Watson?"

"Actually no. I'll clarify. Benjamin Watson became Benjamin Sadac in a 
ceremony in Israel ten days ago. So who I am visiting is my partner for 
life."

"Can you tell us what happened to him?

"We were rock climbing on an Island we had been camping on and he fell. At 
first I thought he had only bruised himself. When I found out he had broken 
a rib and punctured his lung I sent an SOS. I was lucky a NorAm Special 
Forces unit working on an island close by answered my distress call and 
transported him here. I'm told he will make a full recovery."

"Can you tell us what's happening in Africa. We understand you have several 
units deployed in East Africa.

"Next Question."

"Are you saying you won't comment on what's happening in East Africa?"

"No."

"Where do you plan to go from here Commander?"

"Home."

"Home, you mean Edmonton?"

"Benji wants to go home. I do too."

"Do you love Benji?"

"With everything I have. With everything that I can give. He is my star. 
The Star I go by. Love him, its so much more than love."

"That's it I'm done, no more questions. Long life gentlemen and women. Now 
I go to check on my love. See to yours."

I turned and reentered the hospital.

When I walked back into the hospital I was met by a man who made me take a 
step back. He looked exactly like Captain Fontaine of the Good Hope II. 
Although quite a bit older.

"Hello Commander Sadac. I'm Doctor Fontaine the hospital administrator."

"I'm sorry Doctor but you look exactly like Captain Fontaine of the Good 
Hope II."

He laughed out loud.

"That's probably because he is my younger brother. Small world eh. Lets go 
to my office where can talk."

I followed him down several corridors and into a very plush office. He sat 
down in one of the many comfortable looking chairs and gestered for me to 
sit down.

"I checked on Benji before I met you. His vital signs are all normal and he's 
sleeping comfortably. The Surgeon who attended him is one of our best. And 
this hospital is the best in the area, so he is in good hands."

"Thank you Sir."

"I need to clear the air so to speak. My brother has been in contact with 
me and I know what you have done so far. He speaks very highly of you 
Commander. And from what I have seen you are no man to back down from 
anything. I don't suppose your going to tell me how Benji really got hurt 
are you?"

"No I'm sorry that's very classified."

"I have been informed that King Andrew will be landing shortly at Kingston 
International. We are always notified when he travels here in case he or 
his family need medical attention while their here."

"I notice your being escorted by a unit of the SAS and I have been informed 
another is enroute to supply security for Andrew. I think there might be a 
connection. Andrew doesn't normally travel here in the spring or late 
winter. So I suggest he coming to talk to you."

"I can't honestly answer that Sir."

"Well Commander, when your ready to take Benji away from here and back to 
Governors Island, I think you will be in for a surprise. The King is 
planning on staying at Governors House while he is here. His Summer home is 
under renovation."

"Is there anything you don't know?"

"Not much. I have a reserve Commission in the Royal Navy as a Captain and 
this hospital tends to all the major injuries that occur on the SAS 
training Center."

"So what would you like from me?"

"Have you thought about what your going to do with all the young men and 
women you have rescued? I'm told the total is up to 3400 now. And if my 
brother has it right you are going to rescue all young men and women 
working as slaves world wide. That could mean in the tens of thousands. 
Enough to fill a small city."

"To be honest no. But I will find a place for them. All of them. Benji 
decided they were part of his family, so they are part of my family too. If 
I have to build a city just for them then I will."

"You relies if the News networks get wind of this all hell could break 
loose."

"I know and that's what scares me the most. If even a word leaks out that I'm 
gunning for all the slave States or Slave owners, they could just cut their 
losses. That would be the worst thing in the world to me."

"Well your secret is safe with me. But thinking on your problem, there are 
several unoccupied islands here around Jamaica. You might consider building 
your town or city here."

"Its definitely something to think about. Thank you for mentioning it."

"Now you can use my office here to wait until Benji wakes up. From the look 
of you, you could use some sleep."

"Thank you Sir, I'll take you up on your offer."

Doctor Fontaine got up and left the office. I stretched out on one of 
couches.

It seemed like I just closed my eyes when I was awakened by a tap on the 
Administrators door. I came awake instantly and for a moment was totally 
disoriented.

"Come, Come in. I said.

"Benji's awake Sir. He's been asking for you."

"How long was I asleep and what time is it?"

"About three hours Sir. Its almost Midnight."

I got up and headed up to his room. He was sitting up and although not 
smiling was looking good. As soon as I walked in his eyes lit up and a 
smile filled his face.

"Hi lover. How do you feel?"

Before he could answer I walked over to his bed and leaned down and kissed 
him.

"Mmmmm. That was nice Brin."

"More where that came from." I smiled.

I turned to the doctor in the room.

"Can he be moved without any complications?"

"Yes Sir, however we'd like to keep him for twenty four hours."

"I relies your concern doctor but there is a very good doctor at the 
residence we are staying at and I would prefer to have him there away from 
prying eyes of reporters and the World Wide News."

"Lt. Witherspoon. Think you could get that Super Stallion to come and pick 
us up?"

"Yes Sir but the Cormorant would be more comfortable."

"Yes but with the Stallion we can keep the reporters away."

"True Sir. I'll contact the Island and have them lay it on."

"Can you get Benji ready to travel?" I said to the room at large.

"Yes Sir but it will have to be on a stretcher. I don't want him up and 
walking around for at least a week."

"A week?" I heard Benji moan.

"Hey Love, I want you in the best condition possible, and I want no 
complications."

"Lt. Witherspoon? How long?"

"Thirty Minutes Sir. They said they would supply their own security. I'm 
not sure what that means Sir."


"No problem."

"okay lets get a stretcher in here and lets get this side show on the 
 road."

"The hospital staff used to Military personal giving orders, quickly had 
Benji transferred to a stretcher and in no time at all we were in the lobby 
waiting for the Super Stallion.

The Super Stallion was with out a doubt the most versatile Helicopter ever 
built. Capable of inter-continental travel, with in air refueling, it could 
travel almost any where in the world. Normally transported in the belly of 
a C-5 Galaxy, It could be on the ground and setup and ready in under an 
hour. As an assault helicopter, there was no peer in the world. Heavily 
armed and armored it could land in the most hostile environments with out 
worry. Delivering 35 men or almost 15,000 lbs of supplies.

At almost fifty, it was one of the oldest designs still flying and still 
being used world wide. But not as much as the Special forces of NorAm or 
the Special Operations Group.

We Heard it coming long before it settled on the pad at the hospital. It 
landed with the loading ramp facing the lobby entrance. No less than 15 
heavily armed men exited and took up positions around the pad. They ordered 
at gun point everyone off the pad and away from the hospital. Well this 
would make things a little hard on the Commander of The Special Forces. 
Nice. Maybe World News Net would bother some one else for a change.

As soon as everyone was forced away from the entrance to the Hospital, we 
wheeled Benji out and straight aboard the Stallion. As soon as we were on 
board the troops were recalled and when everyone was on board we lifted 
off. The whole show took less than five minutes.

An officer walked up to me when we were in the air.

"Where to Commander?"

"I think Governors House Sir."

"We could put you down anywhere in the world you wish Sir, but Governors 
House it is Sir."

"Thank you."

"Commander I think you should know that we have orders to support you in 
any way we can. The Third Special Forces is ready for anything you want."

"Thank you. But what I want right now is to get my love safely on the 
ground."

Less than twenty minutes later the Stallion landed in the courtyard of 
Governors House.

Benji was quickly wheeled off the helicopter and carried upstairs to our 
room. I heard the helicopter taking off, but was more interested in my 
love. The base doctor came in.

"How are you feeling Commander."

I saw tears in his eyes and knew he was in pain. That brought tears to my 
eyes. I so loved him.

"Doctor. I'm Benji and I hurt."

"Okay Benji. I'm going to give you a shot, to ease the pain and let you 
sleep."

After Benji was sleeping, I too needed sleep. I had been up for almost 
twenty four hours with only a short sleep.

I looked out side. It was almost dawn. Damn I was tired. The Doctor was 
telling me all things that we could and not do. Couldn't stress the wound. 
Needed to give Benji time, time to heal. It was almost as if I was in a 
trance.

"I'm sorry Doctor, I missed some of that. I need to sleep. Been a very long 
day."

"Go to sleep Commander. I'll check in later."

The Doctor left and I stripped and laid down beside my love.

When I awoke, Benji was spooned up against me. I reached over and his cock 
was like a shaft of steel. As I touched it he moaned.

Take me love. Please I need you inside me. I won't move, I'll let you do it 
all. Oh please Brin."

I would move mountains for Benji. I slowly entered him, sliding my cock 
deep into his anal cavity. He just moaned in pleasure. I fucked him slow 
and deliberate. Easy in and easy out, wanting it to last as long as 
possible. As much as he tried he couldn't not move as I moved inside him. I 
reached over and just held him tight. Preventing him from moving or hurting 
himself. After almost an hour, I pushed in deep and shot off my load.

"I love you Sir, Brin, my Commander, my love. Don't ever leave me. I would 
die without you Brin. You make me feel so good it hurts."

"Your stuck with me for life Benji, my Sir, My Commander, My Love."

I gently rolled Benji onto his back and then went down and sucked his 
wonderful cock into my mouth. He bucked once and then I held him down and 
sucked and sucked his cock until he came in a blast of sweet and tasty 
come. Even after he came he remained rock hard and although now I wanted 
him inside me, I would have to wait.

"Now go back to sleep love. Get better quick. I need you as much if not 
more than you need me."

I eased myself out of bed. Benji just rolled back on his side and drifted 
off. I looked outside. Early afternoon. I picked up the phone and ordered a 
light lunch with lots of coffee. When it arrived the young houseboy asked.

"How's Benji. Is he going to be alright Commander."

"He's fine. Just needs a few days to heal. Thank you for asking."

"We love him too Sir."

"Your not alone Son. Your not alone."

I went into the office in the suite and went to work. Catching up on all 
the back log of stuff. I received an email from Mo. I printed it off and 
was surprised when the printer ran out of paper. I could see almost 50 
sheets had been printed. I refilled the printer and received almost another 
20 sheets. Christ was he sending me a book. I sat down and started reading. 
Jesus, this was dynamite. No more like TNT. Fuck what do I do now. I had 
all the places the Sultan had slaves working. Seven. Fuck seven different 
places so spread apart that to take them down would result, if I didn't get 
them all at once, they would know, and the world would know and I would 
have a lot of dead kids. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Mo had also included the interviews from the kids now on board the Good 
Hope. He had listed them by country of origin. Fully 90% were from NorAm, 
the rest from almost every country in the world. The Sultan it seemed wasn't 
too choosy. He liked all kinds of boys, as long as they were under 13 or 
14. Young he liked them young.

The last two pages were devoted to the mass grave site. All the body's so 
far found, 842, had all been either shot in the back of the head, strangled 
or beheaded. Only a handful had been identified to date from DNA.

What do I do now?

I was lost in thought.

"Sir."

I looked up startled. A man I had never seen before was standing at the 
office door. He had the coldest eyes of anyone I had ever met. A real 
killer.

"Yes." I said.

"Commander. King Andrew would like to speak to you if you have the time 
Sir."

"Of course. I come now." I started to stand.

"No Sir. He's outside your suite. He would like to come in here."

"Okay. Please show him in."

When King Andrew came in I wasn't sure what I should do. Bow, kneel or just 
shake hands. I had never been in presence of royalty before. As I started 
to bow.

"No Commander. It is I who should be bowing to you. I have read your file 
called EDSON BOY. I have also talked with the man in charge down here. 
Commander I have always been a little in awe of your corporation. And I 
guess a little in awe of you. But I never knew exactly what you were. I 
know now. And I guess I am your servant Sir. Command me and I and my 
Country and my countrymen will serve."

"Your Majesty. Don't bow to me. I'm just a man. No less no more. And you 
need not be my servant. You may be a servant to Great Britain and the 
Commonwealth but not to me."

"Your wrong Commander. Your more than just a man. You're a savior. You've 
brought almost four thousand kids out of bondage. And if I have it right 
you plan to free as many again until there are no kids held in bondage 
anywhere. That makes you much more than just a man. You say I'm not your 
servant, but my Armed Forces with the permission of my Prime Minister are 
ready to be your servant. Command me and they will follow you Sir."

I stood thinking and then just sat down. A sacrilege in the presence of 
King Andrew.

"Please sit down Your Majesty."

"Could you just call me Andrew Commander."

"Only if you will call me Brin?"

"Brin it is and thank you."

We sat and talked for almost an hour. I told him of my biggest problem now. 
How to hit all of the slave farms and plantations spread around the Indian 
Ocean.

"I understand Brin that you have the complete support of the NorAm Armed 
forces and government. You now have the complete support of the Armed 
Forces of Great Britain and all of our allies. Tell me what you want and I 
will deliver or I will give up my position willingly. Slavery to me is the 
worst crime in the world today. The enslavement of young boys and girls is 
beyond my comprehension. To end it I will go to any lengths regardless of 
the consequences."

"Even to war against a sovereign nation Sir."

"Yes."

"No reservations. All or nothing."

"I need to think Andrew."

"Brin I will leave now. But make no mistake, I will and my country will 
back you 100%. Take care of that young man of yours. If but, well suffice 
to say I could love as you do more. And maybe I do, and I haven't even met 
him yet."

"Thank you Andrew. I do love him more than life itself. There will never be 
anyone in my life I will love more. And now I have 3400 boys and girls in 
my life. And all are very precious to me. All are my family. They love 
Benji and I love Benji. Benji calls them family. So his family is my 
family. And I love them all."

Andrew stood up to leave. I got up and shook his hand and thanked him. He 
walked to the door of the office and turned.

"You are Peter."

Before I could say anything he turned and left.

I sat back down. The reference to Peter again fucking with my mind. Some 
one else said that. Right Mike. I wasn't a fisher for souls. All I wanted 
was to end child slavery world wide.

I just sat and thought for an hour or so. What to do? What to do?

Yes.

I picked up my phone and dialed the quarters my pilots were sharing.

"Yes, ah Yes Sir."

"When you to John's have finished." I laughed. How I ended up with the two 
best pilots in Intersec and both being gay and both named John was beyond 
me.

"Can you check out the plane, make sure it has been serviced and plan a 
quiet trip into South Africa, Pretoria. Inform our South African office 
that I am visiting quietly."



"Yes Sir. When do you plan on leaving?"

"Monday at the latest."

"Yes Sir. And thank you Sir."

"So are a top or a bottom John." I laughed again.

"Actually Sir were both versatile." he laughed.

"There you go John, best of both worlds."

I hung up.

Three days. Hope Benji is back up by then. The Doctor said a week, but I 
never did have time for Doctors.



End of Chapter 24

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