Madrid Interlude

Chapter 1

Brian stepped off the plane in Madrid. He wondered what the fuck he was doing here. Usually clients came to Vangard, but here he was, a glorified errand boy sent to woo Ferdinand Molin, pronounced Moleen as Vance had so carefully and condescendingly instructed him. Why couldn't Vance have done this himself?

Leo Brown of Brown Athletics had called Brian about Molin whose company made some kind of fucking running shoe. Molin wanted to expand his market into North America. Having seen Brown Athletics' successful advertising and then meeting Leo at a trade fair, Molin had asked for Vangard, and specifically Brian, to come discuss a possible strategy for his company.

Brian thought he was beyond being sent off to court clients that he had never heard of. He was a partner in Vangard and very successful in all the campaigns he undertook. He dealt with the company's biggest clients, not some third world running shoe maker. He had told Leo Brown that he would send one of his best people to see Molin. He had known Leo wasn't happy about that. Leo and this Molin had become friends and Leo had promised the man Brian's expertise. Brian had carefully declined, continuing to stress that he would sanction all aspects of the campaign, but from Pittsburgh not Madrid. He had better things to do with his time.

Brian stood in line for customs. Leo had then called Vance and put him on Brian's case, so here he was. He wondered if the fucking car would be there to pick him up. He had no idea what kind of fly-by-night outfit he might be dealing with. He should be more optimistic he told himself. Molin was a friend of Leo's and Leo was a pretty classy guy. Brian sighed and handed the customs officer his passport. Thank God the guy spoke English because his Spanish was very limited.

He proceeded to the baggage area. He was stuck in Madrid for a week, so he had one very large bag to wait for. He had packed a lot of clothes. He wanted to look good in the evenings because he intended to check out the international club scene and fuck his way through the major part of gay Madrid. He was going to get something out of this fucking trip.

Finally his bag appeared and he made his way to another line leading to the exit. He pictured all the dark haired, dark eyed young men waiting for him, and felt his cock get hard. He needed one of them right now.

As if on cue said dark haired, dark eyed young man appeared in front of him. The man gave a flick of his head and Brian and his luggage headed for the restroom, close behind this tasty tidbit. Within a minute Brian had the guy pinned to the wall of the stall and his dick up his ass. A few good thrusts while the guy jerked himself off and they both would have a more relaxing tension-relieved kind of day.

The guy disappeared quickly, just the way Brian liked these things to end – no muss, no fuss. He straightened his clothes and reclaimed his suitcase which thankfully hadn't been stolen while it sat outside their stall. He made his way to the exit feeling more optimistic about this trip.

Outside the security area he saw a man in uniform holding a sign with his name on it. At least one thing was going right. He walked over to the man and immediately felt the chauffeur cruise him. Ferdinand Molin had a gay chauffeur, interesting. The not bad looking young man helped him with his luggage and they set off for Molin's house. Brian could see the guy checking him out in the rearview mirror of the large Mercedes. If worse came to worse he could always use this guy for a quick fuck, but he hoped that wouldn't be necessary. He was sure there would be lots of other prospects once he hit the clubs.

The car climbed a hill and pulled into a driveway. Brian leaned forward to get a better look. They must be in the middle of Madrid. They hadn't been in the car all that long. They passed through a gate and behind a wall to a small courtyard. The car stopped and call-me-Juan, as he suggestively told Brian, opened the door of the Mercedes.

"Ah, Senor Kinney," a voice from the doorway called. Brian looked up to see an elegant fiftyish man with a small mustache and laughing eyes. He wore an elegant lightweight wool suit in a creamy color that emphasized his dark skin and eyes. Brian shook the extended hand, his gaydar pinging like crazy. So Molin was gay too.

"Pleased to meet you," Brian said.

Molin signaled for Juan to get the bags and he ushered Brian into the cool foyer of his house out of the growing heat of the morning.

Brian surveyed the marble floor, elegant antique furnishings and spectacular paintings. He decided his ideas about this man and his company may have been a little off.

"I am so pleased you decided to come here. I look forward to working with you, Mr. Kinney," Molin said in English with hardly a trace of an accent.

"Please, call me Brian."

"And you can call me Ferdy. All my friends do."

"Of course, Ferdy," Brian replied thinking that Ferdy was better than the other reference to Ferdinand the Bull.

"Would you like to rest for a bit? I don't imagine you got much sleep on the plane."

"A little bit," Brian replied. "I'd like to take a shower if that's all right." Ferdy nodded. "Then maybe we could go to your company headquarters so that I can get some idea of what your operation is like."

"Certainly, Brian. If you don't think you'll be too tired?"

"They say the best way to fight jet lag is to stay awake until regular sleep time here, so I'll give it a try."

"Very good, then I'll see you in about an hour," Ferdy said. "Estella will show you to your room."

Brian followed the maid up a curving staircase to a set of double doors in the upper hallway. They opened into an expansive suite with a large sitting area, through an archway was a magnificent four poster bed and across the room was a pair of French doors giving onto a balcony which overlooked the city. The city shimmered below in the heat of the day as Brian stared out from the glass doors.

He heard the maid shut the door behind her. He saw his suitcase sitting next to the bed and decided he better unpack. He quickly removed his clothes and hung up most of them, putting his undergarments and sweaters into the dresser on one side of the bed.

He checked out the bathroom finding it quite spacious with a large claw foot tub. He had never been one for baths, but he noted the plastic curtain that could be pulled all the way around the tub to turn it into a shower. He did just that, drawing the curtain around and starting the water to let it heat up.

He stripped off his clothes and stepped inside. He was tired. There was no two ways about it. The interlude with the guy at the airport had helped to lessen his fatigue. He could use another one right about now. His hand fondled his cock and he began to jerk off thinking about all the dark haired young men he was yet to have. Finally he came. He grabbed the soap and finished his shower.

An hour later he descended the stairs looking refreshed and not too tired. He had opted for a casual look, wearing cream colored linen slacks, a pale blue T-shirt and a dark blue silk shirt overtop. It was simply too hot for a suit.

Estella was dusting in the foyer and directed Brian into the library. Ferdy sat behind a desk reading some papers. He too was casually dressed now. Brian glanced around and was immediately struck by a large abstract painting on the wall across from the desk. He wandered closer to it as Ferdy finished up whatever he was reading.

"Interesting, isn't it?" he asked.

"Very. I don't usually care for abstracts," he said. The colors and dynamic quality of this work spoke to him. "However, this is very striking."

"It's me."

"What?" Brian asked. "Do you mean you painted it?"

"Good lord, no! I couldn't paint a house let alone a painting. I mean it's me. I suppose you could say I posed for it."

"Doesn't look much like you," Brian said his tongue firmly in his cheek.

Ferdy chuckled. "Actually if you're not too tired tonight, I'd like you to meet the artist and you can see how it was done."

Brian groaned inwardly. That was the last thing he wanted to do, go meet some highbrow painter and discuss art. He wanted to hit the clubs. "I'll have to see how I feel," Brian hedged.

"Of course, but you might find it very edifying."

"We'll see."

"I've had my housekeeper make us a light lunch before we set out for my headquarters."

"Sure," Brian said.

They ate quickly, a quite delicious seafood salad waiting at their places in the dining room. They began to feel each other out, getting a bit of background and history to go with each person.

By the time they were ready to leave, Brian had begun to be very impressed with his host. The man ran a tight ship in his home, and he imagined that he did the same in his business. He obviously had piles of money if his lifestyle was any indication. He was intrigued to see what the plant was like. Even though he had never heard of this company, it must make a lot of money for its owner.

Ferdy took him on a tour of his plant and then showed Brian through the corporate offices that were attached. It was a very impressive operation, although Brian wondered how Molin hoped to compete with Nike or Reebok who had their shoes made in Taiwan or Pakistan where it cost next to nothing. He would have to pay his workers a decent wage if they lived in Madrid. They all seemed quite happy with their work and greeted their employer with respect and cordiality.

They spent the afternoon talking about Molin's running shoes. He showed Brian several pair and got him to try them on. Brian found them extremely comfortable and the styling was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The leather and colors were bold and made a statement unlike any other running shoe on the market. Molin might be able to target a niche market who wanted the best - quality, durability, style - and were willing to pay for it. The seeds of an advertising campaign were beginning to form in Brian's head.

Molin took Brian to a pleasant restaurant for dinner. The man ordered for both of them saying he would pick things he knew Brian would enjoy. The dinner was excellent and they had several glasses of wine. Molin, Ferdy as he insisted on being called, told Brian a bit about himself. Yes, he was gay. He had never made the pretense of marrying although many gay men in macho Espana did. He had taken over the company from his uncle. That was why it was called by someone else's name. His mother's brother had run it till he retired. Ferdy had expanded the company, but kept his uncle's name.

During dinner he wanted to know about Brian's life back in the U.S. Brian told him he was unmarried and gay just like his host. That got a laugh out of Ferdy. Brian said he never got involved with other men. It wasn't worth it as far as he was concerned. He said he had a son who was being raised by his mothers, two lesbians. Ferdy looked a little sad at that, and revealed that he had often longed for children but had never been fortunate enough to find someone to have them with.

Dinner lasted several hours and it was after nine-thirty when they left the restaurant. Brian was a little tipsy from the wine and he was horny as hell. He wanted to hit the clubs. Ferdy reminded him of his promise to take him to meet the artist of the canvas Brian had seen in the library of his home.

Brian declined. Ferdy insisted. Brian declined. Ferdy said to trust him. He'd see that Brian hit the best club in town. Brian agreed.

Juan drove them to a large ornate building in downtown Madrid. Ferdy got out and gave instructions to his chauffeur before he drove off. Brian studied the building wondering what the hell he was doing here.

"What is this place?" Brian asked.

"It used to be a famous hotel that gradually fell into disrepair. It was bought up by a friend of mine, Paulo, who converted it into the hottest gay club in Madrid called 'The Quoin'."

"Looks pretty dead for the hottest club in the city," Brian scoffed.

"Follow me," Ferdy said. He led Brian away from the sedate entrance where they had got out of the Mercedes. As they rounded the corner of the building he could hear the blare of pounding music and saw the long line of glittering people waiting to get in. "You can line up with them … or you can come in through the members' entrance with me."

"I think I'll come with you," Brian chuckled and flung his arm around Ferdy's shoulders.

They made their way back to the members' entrance and went inside. Ferdy was well known there and the girl at the desk greeted him warmly.

"A guest key for my friend," Ferdy requested. "Top of the line, and add it to my tab."

The girl nodded and handed an ornate key to Brian.

"What do I do with this?" he asked.

"Put it in your pocket. You'll need it later. I'll explain. Has the show started yet?" Ferdy asked the girl.

"Anytime now. You better hurry."

Ferdy whisked them down the hall. Brian could hear the dance music and assumed that was where they were going. Suddenly Ferdy veered away from the music down a hallway and pulled open a door. A bouncer stood inside. Brian saw Ferdy speak to him and money changed hands. Ferdy led Brian towards the front of the room. Tables were shifted, another one added with two chairs, and Brian and Ferdy were seated right below the front of the stage.

Brian looked around. Those at the nearby tables gave them evil looks having been effectively pushed out of the way when they were seated. A waiter took their drink orders which quickly appeared just before the lights went down.

"You'll love this show," Ferdy whispered to Brian.

Suddenly the stage sprang into light and revealed the image of the Pyramids on the back wall. From the right side of the stage walked a solitary figure. For a moment Brian thought he was naked. He could see the milky skin, lightly oiled, as the man seemed to shimmer under the bright lights. Brian felt his cock stiffen and he shifted in his chair.

The man on stage turned slowly to face directly into the audience. You could hear a pin drop as he stood there staring out over the people at his feet. Brian could now see that he was not naked, a rather disappointing realization. He wore a gold thong that barely covered what seemed to be a well endowed package for someone so slender. A gem of some sort resided in his navel. His tits seemed to have been smeared with rouge and stood out prominently on the alabaster chest. His upper arms each bore a gold armband and atop his head was an elaborate headdress that Brian recognized as a copy of the famous King Tut one. Brian stared at the face which was flawless and nicely chiseled. His lips were a raspberry stain. He couldn't tell the color of the eyes under the lights but they were outlined with what Brian thought must be kohl, a black charcoal like substance that was used to emphasize features, in ancient times. They seemed enormous.

Suddenly music began and this creature on stage began a slow sensual dance moving suggestively across the stage and hanging off the altar that sat center stage. Brian felt his pulse quicken. He wanted that body. He wanted to run his hands down the marble expanse of his chest and legs. He wanted to kiss those ruby lips and suck them into his mouth. He wanted to rip off that thong and explore what was held inside. He could almost feel the man riding his dick and it was all he could do not to come in his pants.

The music tapered off and the man leaned against the altar, once again staring out into the audience. "I need a volunteer," he said in a strong, loud voice. Brian both heard and felt the power and charisma in that voice.

The audience erupted with men screaming, "Me! Me! Me!" and frantically waving their arms. He and Ferdy were one of the few who didn't participate.

"You don't want to volunteer?" Ferdy asked.

"I don't see you jumping up and down," Brian said sarcastically. He was far too cool to scream at the man on stage, but some part of him wanted to. He would do almost anything to have this Egyptian beauty.

King Tut walked to the front of the stage. He slowly descended the steps and began walking through the cluster of tables. He caressed a face here and an arm there as he passed by. Some men grabbed at him, but he was quick to dodge their grasp. He came close to Brian's table, and the ad exec could feel his pulse thudding in his head and even stronger in his groin. Tut stopped, leaned over and kissed Ferdy on the lips. The audience groaned. Brian groaned. Tut stared questioningly at Brian for a minute and then his gaze faltered. Brian felt the force of their exchanged look too. Tut moved on. Ferdy smiled at Brian.

"How do you rate?" Brian asked.

"Tell you later," Ferdy replied.

King Tut had made his selection and he pulled the man up onto the stage. He told the good looking young man to take off his clothes. He began removing them. Brian was kicking himself. Maybe this Egyptian god was going to have sex with this guy right on the stage. It could have been him. Fuck!

"You may keep your underwear on," Tut said with a grin. The young man grinned in a silly fashion and took everything off. The audience applauded wildly. "An exhibitionist," Tut observed with a smile. "Lie down on the altar."

The man did so and Tut reached over him caressing the body below. The whole audience could hear the groan that escaped the lips of the man lying on the altar. Those near the front could see the effect it had on his dick. Suddenly Tut was pulling what looked like canvas across the man's body. He quickly hooked it to his side of the altar and the man was trapped underneath, only his head still revealed.

Tut strutted around the altar. "Gentlemen, now that I have my victim (the audience roared with laughter) I will proceed with the mummification process."

"Mummification?" Brian asked.

"Not in the traditional sense, but you'll see," Ferdy said with a grin.

Tut climbed up on the altar and straddled his victim. Brian wished he was up there to get a better look at this strange young man who had grabbed his attention in a way that didn't often happen. Tut knelt over the man and bending forward kissed him long and luxuriously. The audience erupted showing their approval. Tut slid down so he was lying on top of his victim. He rubbed his body all over the canvas beneath him, his hands kneading and caressing the man through the material.

"Christ, what's he doing?" Brian asked.

"Sh," was all Ferdy would say as he sat transfixed on the scene in front of him.

Tut stood and jumped nimbly down from the altar. He went to the side of the stage and wheeled out a cart covered with cans.

"He's not going to start removing parts, is he?" Brian asked.

Ferdy shushed him again.

Tut dipped his hands in two different cans and raised them for the audience to see. Purple and red painted dripped from his raised hands. The audience cheered. Tut moved to his victim and began running his paint covered hands over the canvas covering his victim on the altar. When he was done he kissed his victim again. Tut went back to the cans and dipped his almost dry hands in two other colors. He continued to work on his victim changing colors frequently and kissing the man between each change. He spent a lot of time working on the section around the man's cock. At one point the man was thrashing about beneath the canvas obviously wanting to get off. Tut merely continued his ministrations. Finally Tut raised his hands now stained with many colors of paint. He dipped his right hand into a can and raised it covered in black paint. He approached his victim and stroked forcefully over the man's groin. The audience held its collective breath as the man moaned and then screamed out as he came.

Suddenly the audience was on its feet yelling and applauding. Brian stood with the rest of them, but he didn't applaud. He stared into the kohl darkened eyes of the strange creature on the stage who stared directly back at him. The lights went out and the audience continued to clap rhythmically as they waited for them to come back up.

Brian wanted to ask Ferdy about what had just happened, but the noise around them was too deafening. He stood and waited with everyone else. He could see movement on stage and as the lights came up gradually, King Tut's hands were clean and he was helping another man remove the canvas that covered the victim. The 'mummy' had his underwear on and was attempting to assemble his clothes. His hands were visibly shaking. Brian thought his would be too.

Suddenly Tut turned and raised his hands. The audience quieted and sat down, Brian included. His eyes, however, stayed locked on Tut's.

"A round of applause for my willing mummy," Tut teased. The audience applauded the man who now had his clothes back on and looked adoringly at Tut. Tut kissed him briefly and the man went slowly back to his seat in the audience.

"Now," Tut commanded everyone's attention, "to reveal the results of the mummification." He nodded towards the other man who began pulling on a cord. The canvas that had covered the victim slowly rose up above the stage revealing a painting of dynamic colors and textures. Brian could imagine, no see, the body of the young man in the abstract design. He could clearly see the black area where his cock had been and where he had come to the enthusiastic response of the audience.

"Not bad," Tut mused studying his work, "it will need a little touch-up but you did well, my darling mummy."

The audience cheered and the mummy's friends clapped him on the back.

"That concludes tonight's show. Thank you all for … 'coming'."

The audience again burst into laughs and applause. Tut took a long bow. Then he stood and slowly removed the headdress to reveal spiky blond hair beneath. He stared right at Brian, and Brian thought he might come on the spot. Who the fuck was this guy?

The lights went down briefly and when they came back up the stage was empty.

"Fuck!" Brian muttered.

"Did you enjoy meeting the artist of my painting?" Ferdy asked with a grin.

"You did that … on stage?" Brian asked in amazement.

"Of course not. I'm no exhibitionist, and I hardly have the body for that anymore."

"Then how?"

"He sometimes does private sittings … for special friends."

"You're his friend?" Brian asked hoping to get an introduction. He needed to know more about Tut. He wanted Tut.

"I've sent a message asking him to join us."

"Um … good," Brian managed to get out. His mind was racing as to how he could get rid of Ferdy and claim Tut for himself.


 

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