Her Master's Voice

by Jacqueline George

  Tim was embarrassed by the question. “Er—no. Never. Not exactly.”

  “Not exactly?”

  “Well, there was a billy boy. Once.”

  “You should try a real man sometime. They’re different, aren’t they Papi?”

  “Oh yes,” he nodded. “Very different. The real thing. I prefer them.”

  “Didn’t you ever do anything at school, Tim? No? Oh well, that’s the English class system for you. You should have been born rich. We used to play around all the time because my father sent me to a very expensive school. You know, one of the ones that has huge oak boards with the names of ex-students killed in the Great War, all carved and gilded. And another list almost as long of all the ex-students who became prime ministers, bishops and generals. We weren’t allowed to meet any girls, so we amused ourselves in other ways.”

  “Really? It doesn’t seem to have affected your appreciation of pretty girls.”

  “Of course not. We only did it together because there was nothing else on offer. Not that we were very inventive. Too young to really enjoy ourselves, but we used to sit around in a circle and play with the cock on our right. It was all good fun. Especially if you were sitting next to a left-handed boy.”

  Tim was shocked at the thought. He had no idea that the great public schools were so—well—active. “Didn’t the teachers stop you?”

  “No, not much. Of course, half of them were doing it to each other anyway and the rest were probably too crazy to manage. They knew what was going on. We understood that much, but no one likes to make a fuss. They’d only have to send students down and that does all sorts of damage to reputations. The students’ reputations and the school’s as well. So I think they just tried not to see it. Of course, we made life as difficult as possible for the susceptible ones. You can just imagine what it must be like rubbing shoulders day after day with all those fit young men when you’ve got a secret craving for them. They must have been frantic with lust. They tried hard, but sometimes they didn’t manage to keep their trousers on.”

  “Jesus, that must have caused a lot of trouble.”

  “No, not really. Because no one was talking and no one was listening. We were hardly innocent choir boys after all so I don’t think it did any harm. We were all at the age where we would let anyone play with our cocks. They only had to ask. Look, Papi, he’s getting more interested. There’s hope for you yet.”

  “Oh I wish I had my glasses… It looks so big.”

  “If you talk to him nicely, you never know but you might get lucky.”

  Tim shut that idea down immediately. “No. Not a chance. Sorry Papi, but it’s just not my thing, I suppose.” Then seeing the expression on Papi’s face, he relented a little, “OK, maybe, if we’re here long enough. If we’re still here at Christmas time I’ll think about it.” A smile spread over Papi’s face and he closed his eyes again. Tim could not resist looking into his lap, but his cock was hidden by the fat of his belly.

  “How about you, Tim?” asked Alistair. “You’ve listened to my stories. Now tell us about your billy boy.”

  Tim related the story of Janice and that evening on Sea Sprite IV. Alistair did not let him rush through. He slowed the story down by asking questions and making Tim describe everything in the finest detail. He told of the barge and its crew, of Captain Straughan and their voyage to the crane barge. Alistair liked Renaldo and savoured the steam of his kitchen, the hot cornbread and coffee and, of course, he was interested in Janice. How she looked when she came to his room, how she dressed, how she sat. He wanted to know what she had done, how expert she had been.

  “Tell me what she felt like,” he pleaded.

  Tim was at a loss. “Well, like a woman I suppose. She seemed to want my cock just as much as a woman. More probably. She was as good at licking it as any woman I’ve ever tried. Better than most.”

  “But what was it like? You’re hopeless, Tim. Here am I starving for sex and you’re not giving the full Technicolor picture.”

  Tim tried again. “Well, she sat on the floor next to me and started to undo my belt and…”

  “What was she wearing by then? Had you taken her clothes off yet?”

  “I’d opened the top of her dress and taken her bra off.”

  “So, back up a bit. I want to hear about it step by step. We’ve got all day.”

  “Right. Let me start again. So I was sitting on the sofa with her. I had one arm around her shoulders and started to kiss her. That was nice. I liked the feel of her hair on my arm.”

  “Mmmh, I can just imagine it.”

  “And she had her hand on my thigh just here, and was stroking my cock with her fingertips. Through my trousers.” Alistair stared across the pen as he demonstrated with his own hand how Janice had touched and stroked him. His cock was lying half-hard in his lap and threatening to grow some more. “I was playing with her breasts as I kissed her. That was fun.”

  “What were they like?”

  “Small. Firm. Smaller than your girls’, but good to play with. Nice nipples, standing up and rubbery. She had a little black bra that did up in the front—here. So I unclipped it to let her breasts out. I pushed her dress off her shoulders so we could take the bra right off.”

  “And she looked good?”

  “She looked fantastic. Beautiful tits. Perfect.”

  “And then?”

  “I’m trying to remember exactly what came next. I think I took my shirt off, and she was trying to get my zip open. I made her stand up so I could slide her dress down over her hips. She was wearing tiny panties in black lace, very pretty. I made her turn around so I could have a good look at her.”

  “So, what did she look like?”

  “Very pretty, of course. Nice little arse on her. Girlish, I guess, rather than like a mature woman, and I couldn’t see where she was hiding her cock. She had something in her panties of course, but no more than most women. I couldn’t see any detail at all. Anyway, she wouldn’t let me take them off. She got down on the floor and helped get my trousers off. Then she really got to work on my cock.”

  “What did she do? Show us.”

  “Well, she held it between the fingertips of both hands, sort of like this.” His cock was respectably hard now and he held it between the tips of his outstretched fingers. “And she pulled the skin back like this.”

  “That must have felt good. I often wish I had a foreskin to play with.” Alistair was sitting with one leg bent, and his elegant cock had stretched out on his thigh. He was caressing it gently. “You must have been all ready to go right then.”

  “Yes, it felt pretty good. She was breathing on it, giving its head little kisses, even flickering her eye lashes all over it. It was fantastic. She looked so pretty down there enjoying herself. She’s pretty anyway, but just then…. She was holding my balls and working her other hand up and down the shaft.”

  “Wow, I love it when they take their time, don’t you?”

  “Yes, and then she held it to her mouth and just looked at me. That was really sexy, watching her with a little smile on her lips, pressing my cock against her closed mouth and looking up at me with big sexy eyes. And then, very slowly, she sucked me into her mouth. It looked so exciting I almost came right then.” He was holding his cock as he remembered.

  “Aah—happy times!” mused Alistair stroking himself. “And then she made you come?”

  “No, that was the beauty of it. She held still for a while until I could relax again and started to suck me in and out, very slowly. She ran her tongue round and round inside her mouth, stirring me up again. When she thought I was ready to come, she stopped again until I calmed down. She just kept doing that for ages, taking me to the edge and stopping.”

  “That sounds very clever, very classy.”

  “In the end, I couldn’t take any more. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I finally got her panties off then, although I don’t think she wanted me to.”

  “Yes, I guess that’s
normal. Billy boys often seem to be embarrassed about having a cock, God knows why. What was it like?”

  “Small, and soft. It didn’t want to stand up at all, but I sucked it and it came eventually.”

  “Did you like that?”

  “Different. I think I might have had more fun if it had been a bit bigger, but it got stiff and then it came. It was OK, I suppose, but I was too busy enjoying what she was doing to my cock to worry about that. I wish she was here, I could use a little cherishing right now.” He was stroking his cock lazily and watching Alistair do the same across the pen.

  Papi cleared his throat. “If you come a little nearer,” he suggested, “I might be able to help.”

  “No thanks, Papi. I think I’ll wait. It will make getting out of here feel that much better.”

  There was a noise at the door and he hurried to tuck his cock between his thighs. It was another paper bag man. He came to look at Alistair. “You—what your name?”

  “Alistair Tajuddin, why?”

  The man grunted and left.

  “I think,” said Alistair, “they have just realised that they have a problem.”

  Chapter 36

  The shed door opened and several paper bag men appeared. They were going to be moved. Tim looked frantically at Alistair and tried to convey by jerking his head that this would be a good time for a jail break. Alistair saw him, but did not seem to get the message. He decided he would try something alone and just hope that Alistair would be sharp enough to help. If only one of them could escape into the traffic outside, they would all be saved.

  Unfortunately, the paper bag men knew what they were doing and gave him no chance. They started with Alistair. A torn strip of cotton sheet was put into his mouth as a gag and tied tight behind his head. They blindfolded him with a bag and with two men holding him down inside the pen, another two outside unlocked his handcuff from the pen rail and put it around his free wrist. He was stood up on shaky legs and a manila rope run from his cuffed wrists, up his back and looped around his neck. They pulled the rope tight to lift his wrists far up his back.

  “Now you go free, huh?” said the team leader. “You free, understand?” and they led him out of the shed. Moments later they came back for Papi.

  Tim felt afraid. He was sure that the three of them would be separated. He would be passed on to the Indonesian man, and that would be fatal. He was already trying to adjust his mind to the prospect when they came back for him. They seemed even more cautious with him, perhaps fearful of his size. They did not attempt to stand him up until he was tightly trussed. The gag pulled fiercely on his mouth. Inside his paper bag he was already giving up hope of making a break.

  “You go free, huh? Understand? Free. You go now.” They tried to reassure him but he did not believe them. They had wound his rope around his elbows and pulled it tight before changing his hand cuffs. The rope was looped around his neck and back down under the tie around his elbows. They pulled it tight and the rough rope bit into him. There was nothing he could do. They dragged him to his feet and guided him outside. He felt the sun on his skin and rough concrete beneath his feet. They lifted one of his feet and put it on a metal step.

  “You go up, huh? One step, you go inside.” Timidly he stepped up. As he put his weight on the step, he felt it give and bounce. They were putting him into some kind of vehicle, probably the van they had come in. They pushed him to sit down and he felt one of the others beside him. There was some fumbling at his back and the drumming of his rope being pulled tight through an anchor point of some sort. The rope pulled him back against the metal wall of the van. His captors got out of the van and the doors slammed shut. The engine started and they began to move.

  It was difficult to sit upright as they bounced from side to side, and being blind made things worse. Tim experimented with getting the bag off his head by shaking it. It was free to move and no one stopped him. He shook and wriggled, making himself dizzy, but felt the bag inching upwards. Once it had passed his ears progress was rapid. The bag flew off and he blinked in the daylight. They were sitting on one side of the van. Papi was beside him, still wearing his bag. Alistair sat beyond him, his bag already at his feet. The inside of the van was old and scratched. The cargo compartment was separated by a grill from the cab where three men had their backs to the prisoners.

  The driver’s mirror had been twisted around and one of the passengers was watching them. “You go free, huh?” he repeated. “Five minute, you wait little.” There was nothing Tim or the others could do.

  Soon, much sooner than five minutes, the van pulled up and reversed. Tim could see large metal gates through the windows in the van doors. Their guards were wearing their paper bags again and jumped out. The sun flooded in as the doors opened. He saw an imposing entrance with large ornamental gates. His friends were waiting, Faith, Hope and Ahmed.

  “You go out! Out!” shouted one of the men. Tim tried to move and found his rope was loose. He pulled against it and it came to him. He shuffled towards the van door. Ahmed and the girls were there, reaching for him, pulling his rope loose and helping him out. Moments later they were all free, standing naked in the sunlight, having their gags removed. The girls laughed and cried, hanging onto Alistair while Ahmed untied his rope. Alistair led them all inside, away from the small group of passersby that had stopped to stare. As they hurried to the gates, Tim looked back for the van. It had gone and they had not noticed it leaving.

  It was a glorious day. Tim was alive, he was free and he had friends around him. The sun shone, the short grass tickled between his toes and he felt safe again. It did not matter that his hands were still cuffed behind him. They followed a curving drive up through a garden that was more like a park. Alistair’s house was an imposing white building with shuttered windows. It had a large masonry porch to protect Victorian ladies from the rain and the sun as they got in and out of their carriages. Their procession went around to the back of the house to a shaded swimming pool with a tennis court beyond. A small bar stood beside the pool, and on it a telephone was ringing.

  The girls ran to pick it up. “Yes, yes, yes,” they shouted excitedly. “He is here—now. You take,” said Faith, holding it out for Tim. He bent his head and she held it for him.

  His voice caught in his throat as he heard Sherry on the other end of the line. Sherry was quiet, subdued. There was not much they could say. When Faith took the phone away he found there were tears in his eyes. He looked around. Alistair was being hosed down by Ahmed, and Papi was waiting his turn. He went to join them.

  Sherry put the phone down. Relief flooded over her. With a big smile growing inside her, she went for her dress.

  Outside in the big office, the girls from the ashram waited for them. Bright, colourful and anxious amongst the dull women who worked there, they wanted news. They crowded around Sherry and Ranji, laughing, crying, asking for Papi. They ignored their surroundings and all crowded out down the stairs together. Hangchi’s van was waiting to take them home. Hangchi wove back across town, dropping off girls as he went. At the police station Darti, Janice and Sherry changed into his car and he drove them back home.

  “What will happen to the Irishman now?” asked Sherry. “Are you going to arrest him?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to consult with my colleagues in Johor Baru first. See if we’ve got enough to connect him to the kidnapping. I’ll have to warn you that it’s unlikely. He’s probably been too clever to leave any connection, and I can guarantee that none of his men are going to talk.

  “How did he treat you two? You must have been very persuasive.”

  “Not that persuasive, I think. He was happy enough to take what we offered, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have let them go as he promised. Not without the rest of the girls waiting outside, and you in the car park. You looked quite threatening in your uniform.”

  “I still don’t see why you had to be nice to him. You might’ve known he wouldn’t play fair.”

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�Oh, we had to give him the chance. A little bit of carrot’s better than a little bit of stick. He might’ve taken it, you know, and we all would have been a lot better off if he had. Now I’m afraid we’re in his bad books. He’s not going to forgive us for humiliating him. Damn it! After we tried so hard to be nice to him. I suppose he’ll chase all of us now, but especially Ranji and me. I’m beginning to get worried about it.”

  “No, don’t worry. You’re going to be alright,” said Hangchi. He sounded quite sure of himself. “I don’t know exactly what will happen to the Irishman, but I’m sure he’s finished in Singapore. Not because of you, but because he kidnapped Alistair.”

  “You know, he didn’t realise he’d taken Alistair. He seemed quite shocked when we told him. Is that bad for him?”

  “Very bad. Alistair’s a very important person in Malaysia, and kidnapping him is going to have consequences. Wait until tomorrow. I should have something for you by then.”

  Sherry sat at home. Her friends were upstairs changing and showering. Outside the day was fading and it mirrored her mood. After the grief and excitement of the past two days she felt drained and limp. She had spoken to Tim again. He too sounded tired. He had been handcuffed, he said, and it had taken a long time to cut the cuffs off all three of them. Papi was fine. He had been taken into town to get new glasses. Alistair had arranged it, and he would be fitted out that evening. Alistair was still full of energy. He had even gone into his office to report what had happened. Tim was left at home with the girls, and Sherry felt a twinge of jealousy. He had sensed it and reassured her. Tonight the girls had eyes and feelings only for Alistair. He told her that Papi was no sort of substitute and that made her laugh. He would come home tomorrow. Alistair was arranging a police escort to the border and a hand-over to the Singapore police.

  Darti and Janice called her upstairs. The shower was free. She went up to find them waiting for her with a bath half-full of soapy water. They stood her in it and scrubbed her all over. Darti was naked but Janice insisted on her panties. They both got wet all over again as they washed Sherry.