Chapter 1
Yes, I am indeed a slaver and no, it is not
the eighteenth or nineteenth century but right now, in the middle of the
twenty-first. Let me tell you how it happened...
My father was one of
Australia's richest men but I wasn't spoiled as a child. I had to earn my
pocket money and make my own bed and keep my room tidy, although we had a full
staff in the huge mansion in Toorak, Melbourne.
I was also taught
right from wrong and the duty of a rich man to others and to treat every
person, no matter his rank or wealth, with courtesy and respect. Mother and dad
had always behaved in this way so it wasn't hard to follow their lead.
I was educated at
Melbourne Grammar together with my lifelong friend, Rob Boyer, who was the son
of our gardener. Dad had paid for his education at Grammar and later at
Melbourne University where I studied Law/Business, and Rob, Physical Education.
Dad had many, many
good points, but one peccadillo: he couldn't abide homosexuality in any form,
considering it as an abomination. He wasn't an overly religious person, though.
He just saw it as horribly unnatural and so both Rob and I, who were both
'tainted' with this dreadful curse, had to bury it down deep and we never - not
ever - practised it, even in secret.
We both took out
girls and yes, when it seemed necessary, made love to them and no-one ever knew
of our dark secret.
We were both
athletes, me in an amateur way but Rob intending to make it his profession. We
were both good gymnasts, swimmers, track athletes and played in the first
eleven and first eighteen sides of our school and university cricket and
football teams. And we never let on, by even a glance, that we were interested
in the beautiful bodies of our team-mates.
After graduation, Rob sought out employment
as a sports master at a private school and I began to understudy dad. Rob
looked high and low and eventually found a position at a girl's school not far
from home, while I spent my days in dad's study, looking over company accounts,
personnel appointments and the like.
Dad was one of
Australia's wealthiest men, yes, but he didn't actually own companies or
businesses. He had huge holdings in them and in property trusts and sometimes
accepted a seat on the board of those he thought he could help. Accordingly, he
had no need of a corporate headquarters and hundreds of staff. Instead he had
his long-time PA, one William Heard who was then twenty years younger than my
father at thirty-seven, and a very knowledgeable, perspicacious and street-smart
analyst of companies and their worth.
He also had a
secretary who did any typing required and looked after his personal needs. Mother
also had a social secretary, at least she did until she died from breast cancer
a year before I joined dad in his study.
Apart from the huge
house in Toorak, he owned a holiday house at Portsea (as did many other very
wealthy nabobs) and, loving the sea, had bought a large motor yacht - really a
small ship with which to travel the world and he and mother and I, together
with Rob (usually) and other friends, went on cruises as often as possible.
Sometimes, when they
were away while we were at the uni, we would fly out to wherever the ship was
at the time and join them for as long as our holidays lasted.
But then, when Mother
died, he took to taking longer and longer cruises, always accompanied by
William and sometimes his secretary as well.
We were on one such
cruise when it happened. It was around Christmas time so Rob was with us on the
yacht (it was named Esmerelda). We
were at sea, up in the Mediterranean, and I was conferring with dad about a
company in which he was heavily invested when he suddenly grabbed his chest,
looked at me fondly once, and then just expired. He was just fifty-seven years
old and Rob and me, thirty years younger.
We had a doctor
friend on board and he was there in seconds but he said dad had had a massive
heart attack and not even the best equipment in the world could bring him back.
We grieved, of
course. He had been a wonderful father to me and a very generous patron to Rob
but he was gone and nothing could now bring him back.
In time, I contacted
our lawyer who confirmed I was his principal heir and should now assume control
over his affairs while he would look after the legal details and then, once our
grieving was done and we could think about the future, I sat with Rob, alone in
the saloon now, for our guests had quietly taken their leave to return to their
homes, and we talked.
"Well, Rob, it's just
us now and there is now no-one we can offend with our love for one another...?
"Yes, it hasn't
escaped me, either, so what do you want to do about it?"
"Nothing, first off. I
so much want to drag you to my stateroom and make long and urgent love to you
but I want us to be very clear about how we are going to go about it."
"I take it you mean,
are we going to 'come out' and proclaim it to the world, or keep it between us
only?"
"Exactly. Even in
today's more liberal world gay men and women are looked down on so I wouldn't
be making any moves at all until I'm sure how you want to play it."
"Oh, Conrad, you are
a true chip off your dad's block. You put my feelings before your own pleasure
and you always have." He paused a moment and his eyes were a trifle moist as he
looked back at me. "Whatever you decide, I'll go along with. I just know I want
to feel your naked body against mine and to hell with the crew..."
"Alright, first the
captain..." I reached for the house phone and called him, asking if he could join
us in the saloon.
"Jim, first of all I
want to thank you for all your courtesies and sympathy during this difficult
time..."
He smiled at me. "He
was a great man and a good friend, Conrad, we will all miss him but now you are
the owner, what are your orders?"
"I'll come to that
later, Jim, there is the first the matter of Rob and me..."
"Oh, you mean your
love for one another?"
He looked innocently
at us and I knew he wasn't taking the mickey out of us either. He really was a
good friend as well as a most competent master mariner. "You know?" I
expostulated.
He smiled
sympathetically. "We all do, Conrad. But we also knew of your father's
antipathy towards homosexuality and we all admired the way you and Rob either
hid it or abstained."
"Abstained," I said. "We
were much too worried that if we engaged in such things, he would eventually
find out and we both loved him far too much to wish to hurt him - and that is
certainly what we would have done if we had.
"But tell me, if you
and the crew guessed it about us, who else knows?"
Now his blue eyes
really twinkled. "I suspect many of your friends, Conrad. Yes, I know you had
girlfriends and that you even bedded some of them but your eyes were always
going back to Rob.
"I suppose you are
wondering whether to 'come out' as it is called? If you want my advice, do it. You
are one of Australia's richest men now. It is now legal and in most places
accepted as perfectly natural. I too, am gay, gentlemen. Like you, working for
your father, I kept it repressed and hidden. Now, hopefully, I may introduce my
lover to you and perhaps bring him on board at times?"
"Good God," I said
weakly then looked at Rob and laughed. "Did you guess they knew?"
"Heavens, no. I wish
I had. It would have made life a lot easier, wouldn't it?"
"It sure would. Alright,
this is what I suggest. We don't proclaim it from the rooftops but if it comes
up, we acknowledge it. I also invite you to move into my stateroom with me and
to do the same at home.
"I want you by my
side for good, now, Rob. Resign your posting and become my personal trainer if
you want a title but we are going to be a couple, whatever we decide to call
it, okay?"
"Okay!"
But what has all this got to do with slaving,
you wonder? Sorry. I was coming to it but you needed to understand the background
first.
We duly resumed our
cruise of the Mediterranean Sea, calling into ports that interested us and with
friends joining the ship and leaving as their time permitted.
One of our friends -
and I say 'our' because despite our abstemious sexual behaviour, Rob and I had
the same friends and did most things together. (I suppose, now that I come to
think about it, it is strange that dad never tumbled to our true feelings). Anyway,
as I say, one of our friends was a man named Peter Calloway who had been at university
with us and when he joined the ship at Port Said just prior to us entering the
Suez Canal, we could see he was distressed and once we had got him alone, asked
him what was wrong and could we help?
"Thanks, Conrad and
Rob, but I doubt anyone can help. I've got myself into trouble with a girl and
her brother has told me he is going to castrate me and I think he's serious. He
actually sent me a set of human male genitals. They were preserved, I think,
but I'm sure they were real. Although the sender was not named, I knew it came
from him."
"Why can't you go to
the police, Pete? I mean that's very much against the law..."
"No, I can't, Conrad.
I love the girl concerned but she is the daughter of a very powerful crime boss
in Melbourne and no, I didn't know that until I was really committed to her. Anyway,
the family have taken her away and I think they have had her baby aborted. The
brother has a reputation for sadistic cruelty and the father, for ordering
assassinations of his enemies and rivals.
"It's about as bad as
it gets, gentlemen and I have no idea what to do about it. Your invitation was
a godsend, Conrad. At least I'll be safe on the Esmerelda?"
We soothed him with
appropriate words then I drew Rob away. I had been surprised at his reaction
which had been rather odd. He actually looked to be in shock, but I brushed it
aside as his sympathetic reaction to Peter's plight.
"We can't let those
bastards get away with this, Rob. He's scared witless and I think he has reason
to be..."
He looked at me
carefully. "How far you would you be prepared to go, Conrad?" he said slowly.
I jerked my head up
and looked straight into his normally beautifully soft brown eyes and now found
them hard and brittle and saw something I had never seen there before. He was
angry. I had never before seen that emotion in him, nor the determination that
accompanied it. "As far as it takes, Rob. Why, what have you got in mind?"
"Just an idea at the
moment, but I want to go and do some research on an idea I have."
He wouldn't say
anything more right then and I had to leave it with him so I returned to Peter
and we made small talk for a while.
That night, in our
bed, he talked of a fantasy he had had a few months ago. "I dreamed that we
were slavers, Conrad. That we had been asked to right a wrong and the only way
it could be achieved was by stealing the wrongdoer, enslaving him and then
selling his body to an Arab slave dealer.
"That's why I looked
so shocked when he came out with his story. I had the oddest feeling of déjà
vu, but I fully agree we have to help him and what I have been doing all
afternoon is seeking out web sites that might indicate the existence or not of
slavery in parts of Africa and the Middle East.
"If it was true, can
you imagine a better remedy for Peter's plight - and that bastard's
disappearance would send shock waves through the Melbourne underworld, wouldn't
it?"
I had to agree and I
grinned across at him. "Well, what did you discover?"
"It's there, Conrad. It's
very hard to find, but look at us. We're now anchored in Port Said, a stone's
throw from the Egyptian capital and within a day's sail of Arabia itself. I
have found a contact in Cairo and I suggest we talk to William and Jim, see if they
agree and then the four of us go and see this man. His name is Yusuf and I
think he might be able to steer us in the right direction if we can prove our
bona fides and our serious intent.
"Oh and by the way, I
also researched that young hood, the brother of Peter's girl. His name is
Antonio Garibaldi and while he is good-looking, his reputation stinks. He's a
bully, a stand-over man and has acted as his father's hit-man according to the
blurb I found. He's never been convicted, although prosecuted often enough -
and he's only twenty-five years old!"
"Right. Are you sure
we should ask Jim, though? I mean what we are contemplating is as bad as what
this Antonio has been doing. Should we involve the ship and its crew?"
"There's no point in
proceeding if we don't. We couldn't hide what we're doing from him and them and
in any case, they all adore you and I suspect they'd follow you into Hell if
you asked them."