The Professionals Circuit Archive - Testing the Claim       Testing the
Claim

 

by Krisser 

 
 The meeting room was filled with SAS, MI6 and CI5 personnel. George
Cowley, CI5 Controller, presided over the joint task force. The Heads of
State from over twenty countries, many with death threats hanging over
their heads, were gathering in England and this group was entrusted with
their well being. 

 Cowley imparted the objectives and doled out assignments. Bodie, Brewster
and Hanson, as ex-SAS members of CI5, got 24/7 guard duty of the three
major players. 

 Bodie groaned loudly. He had hated this duty in the SAS member and he
knew that Cowley would expect even more of him. They had to be visible
enough to ensure safety and inconspicuous enough to preserve the illusion
of secrecy.

 ******

Doyle entered the restroom to refill his coffee before heading out. He had
hoped for some news of Bodie. He hadn't seen his partner in two days and
he missed him. 

 This restroom chatter wasn't much different than their own headquarters
and he had planned on leaving forthwith until he caught one conversation
from the MI6 mob.

 "No, it's their SOP when on personal protection guard duty."

 "Wot? Like the Canadian Mountie?"

 "Quite. They will stand or sit and watch their charge, take in the room
but not acknowledge anything or anyone unless they represent a danger to
the protectee."

 "Come on, now, you're pulling our leg." Laughter swept the table.

 "No, no, I'm serious. It's said they're trained to be so focused that
they can take a blow-job without a twitch." 

 "Who'd they send in to test?" 

 More laughter followed and Doyle found himself snickering along.

 "Hey, I heard that Bodie and Brewster were some of the best."

 "Love to see their file."

 Fresh laughter followed Doyle as he left on that note. He couldn't help
but wonder what kind of testing Bodie had gone through.

 He found his partner seated at a table in the back of the conference hall
directly behind his assigned dignitary. His back was ramrod straight and
his eyes focused intently on the man and the room. Doyle was sure Bodie
would acknowledge him and was surprised and dismayed that he had been
ignored. 

 He took the seat next to his partner and found his verbal greeting
ignored as well, not even a lift of an eyebrow. Doyle had to consider that
the MI6 agent could have been spot-on on his assessment of the ex-SAS man.
Well, he wasn't about to test it with a blow-job, but an imp of mischief
overtook his thoughts as he discovered a way to tease his partner.

 In a low voice for Bodie's ears alone, Doyle whispered, "Heard you SAS
trained boys can withstand a blow-job and not react while on twenty-four
guard duty. You ever been tested?" Doyle truly expected at least a snort
or curve of the lip, but received no response whatsoever.

 Goaded, Doyle felt the need to provoke his partner and shifted his seat
closer to him. Under the table, he trailed his fingers down Bodie's thigh
and still got no reaction from him. Aggravated, Doyle grew bolder and
cupped his mate's balls through the cloth of his trousers and yet again
received nothing in the way of a reaction.

 So, in an even bolder move, Doyle inched his hand up to cover the entire
groin and felt the first reaction beneath his fingers. The forming bulge
was the only indication that Bodie was feeling anything. Doyle worked the
reactionary area to a full hardness and brought the pressure to its
natural conclusion.

 Bodie's eyes closing as his semen gushed out was all the reaction that
Doyle got.

 "Guess you SAS deserved some of those legendary tales." Doyle was
somewhat stunned at his own audacity but as he had duties elsewhere, he
would have to leave the explanations until later.

 The following day, Doyle entered the conference room for his rotation and
found Bodie exactly as he had the day before. He seemed to be more in the
corner and that suited him fine. He took the empty seat beside him.

 Doyle couldn't be sure, but Bodie's breathing might have become deeper,
though not enough for others to take note. Very controlled his partner
was.

 As his hand slipped under the table and across Bodie's thigh, Doyle
thought he detected his partner's legs move apart ever so slightly, but he
couldn't be sure that it wasn't just his imagination. 

 He just knew that after yesterday, he had to do it again. 

 This wasn't for curiosity today, no need to retest the claim. It was
because of last night, in his bed alone in his hotel room. His own coming
had been so sweet. The remembered scent and feel of Bodie had driven him
to a spectacular orgasm and he was hard again at just the recall. Doyle
moved his hand to the inside and cupped Bodie through his trousers in a
repeat of yesterday. The only reaction from the man was the cock itself;
it pulsed in his hand and engorged rapidly.

 With more daring, Doyle's hand moved up. He left the button fastened but
inched the zip down carefully. The hard erection moved to fill the opening
and Doyle stroked it as he searched the Y-fronts for its opening. 

 All the while, he imagined the curved shaft leading to the purple, smooth
head and rubbed the leakage around and down the column. If possible,
Bodie's cock hardened further in Doyle's hand. It seemed to press and fill
his hand and Doyle knew that his partner needed more even if he received
no overt cues from the still and silent man. Doyle stroked and manipulated
the hardness until again, Bodie's eyes closed as he spurted hard, covering
his hand and his own underwear.

 This time, instead of wiping his hand on Bodie's pants, he withdrew his
hand and licked it clean in the shadows of their bodies. A sucked-in
breath from his partner was the only indication Doyle had that Bodie knew
what he had done.

 No words were spoken at the end of another endless meeting. Doyle left
knowing Bodie must stay on his twenty-four hour guard duty. His only
consolation was knowing tomorrow's meeting would be longer and duller.

 ******

The fortnight was drawing to a close and Doyle actually lamented the fact.
The last ten days had afforded him the best solo sex of his life. Getting
Bodie off in the afternoons, he could hardly wait to get back to his room
in the evening. 

 Shrouded in Bodie's scent and the memory of his hardness exploding in his
hand had Doyle shooting his wad as if it was the first time, every time.
So intense, he revelled in the feeling but hadn't yet figured out the why.
He put it down to the illicit wantonness of both his partner and himself.

 Today might be the last time and he wanted to make it special, to let
Bodie know this could continue afterwards, if he wanted. Another outcome
could be Bodie wanting to rearrange his face or ask for a new teaming. So,
it had to be memorable for himself, as well.

 When Doyle finally entered for the afternoon session as one of the CI5
representatives, he was convinced that Bodie took a deep breath of relief
at his late arrival.

 Bodie's legs were already spread wide when Doyle sat down. Their table
was in the furthest corner from the door and this suited Doyle fine. He
started by running his thumb up the inseam and teasing the tip of the
hardening cock. The outline was already visible and Doyle teased the organ
more than he usually did. 

 Today, he undid the button as well as the zip for he desired better
access. Since they were well hidden from view, his daring knew no bounds.
His hand rolled the sacs before capturing the leakage on his finger.
Instead of spreading it along the length, his finger strayed behind the
sacs and dipped into the depression that heralded the entrance to the most
private of areas. Ray rubbed the slight lubrication across the closed hole
and felt a pulsing response against his finger. Exhilarated, he captured
more fluid and returned to the entrance and this time dipped inside.
Bodie's anal muscles just seemed to suck his digit within. Doyle aimed for
the hard protrusion and knew he had struck gold when he heard a small
grunt. 

 He used his palm to press rhythmically against Bodie's erection as his
finger continued to caress the prostate. A throaty gurgle accompanied the
forceful orgasm and Doyle nearly came from the intoxication alone of
having that much power over Bodie's body.

 No other reaction was forthcoming and Doyle was impressed, knowing that
he, himself, would have sunk boneless to the floor. He was hard in the
confines of his own jeans and he had to sit through the boring meeting
with no hope of imminent release. 

 Hours later, as the conference drew to a close, Doyle vacated the room
before Bodie would be released. The time to face the consequences was now
at hand and he feared losing Bodie. He weaved through the corridors and
headed to the carpark. He was close to an unused exit when he heard the
familiar tread of his partner's walk. He turned to face the music.

 Bodie's stride was fast and unrelenting. He did not slow down as he
approached Doyle and walked him back hard against the wall. Bodie's body
still seemed to be moving as Doyle found himself pressed hard from chest
to groin between the wall and Bodie.

 His cock sprang to life at the closeness and he noted an answering
hardness just as lips descended to claim his own thoroughly. When he was
sure that his tongue, tonsils and soul had been sucked from his body, the
lips lifted just a hair's breadth away, just enough for Bodie to look
intently into Doyle's eyes before speaking.

 "You're late."

 Bewildered, Doyle squinted at Bodie. "Late? For what?" 

 But soft eyes answered before words confirmed. "The rest of your life."

 -- THE END --

 *April 2005*

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