Ivygate - Part 7

All characters are consenting adults (18+).

“Yo Fredrick, my man” Noah called, his feet resting on another leather chair, and a napkin stuffed into the collar of his t-shirt.

“Hello Noah, how can I help you?” The driver replied through the speaker.

The young man finished his third flute of orange juice and wiped his mouth. He’d been in the limousine for quite a while, and as much as he would have liked to stay in it for the rest of his life, his bladder was threatening to explode.

“I really need the can, dude. Any chance we can pull over?”

“I’m afraid not, Noah” he replied, and Noah cocked a brow.

“Um… I need to pee” he explained, “like, right now”.

Without another word, the cover of one of the chairs slid back mechanically to reveal an actual toilet bowl.

“No shit” he said to himself, “thanks Fred, mad respect, my guy”.

“You’re very welcome, Noah” the man said politely, and the speaker cut off.

The teenager didn’t even bother to try to hide his excitement anymore. He had a million dollars in his bank account. He was being chauffeured to an airfield to take a private jet to a private island, and he’d spend the next three months soaking up the sun and enjoying a lifestyle he had only ever dreamed of. He flushed the toilet, jumped back into his seat and stretched his body.

Fredrick had been precisely correct about the length of time it would take them. At exactly eight o’ clock, the limo rolled to a stop, and Noah stared out at an empty stretch of land. The door opened a moment later, and the suited man gestured him out with his gloved hand.

“We have arrived, sir” the man said, and Noah grabbed a handful of the candy that he’d been piling into his mouth for the last thirty minutes, before stepping outside.

The place was in the middle of nowhere. He looked around, and the only things he could see were trees which ran for miles in every direction. He looked back at Fredrick and rubbed his neck.

“Um… Fredrick, I know we don’t really know each other, but uh… Do you um… Do you know what’s going to happen to me?”

The man smiled at him, and clasped his hands together, and Noah felt a little more at ease with Fredrick’s kind company.

“Everything” he said, and nodded his goodbyes before returning to the car and driving away.

Noah watched the limousine disappear with his mouth open and his eyes wide. “Everything?” He repeated to himself, “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He spun around, searching for something or someone, but after five minutes of walking mindlessly back and forth, he realised that he was completely stranded.

“Great” he said, and slumped onto his ass in the gravel.

He checked his phone, and just like he expected, service didn’t exist here. Noah groaned and rested his head in his knees, until a low rumble sounded, and his eyes darted back toward the road. It was empty.

The noise grew louder and louder until he realised that it most definitely wasn’t Fredrick returning. He squinted against the sun, and watched as something travelled toward him in the sky. It grew larger and larger every second, and the jet eventually touched down and sent a cloud of rubble and dust into the air.

It was far bigger than he’d expected it to be. He’d seen private jets in movies, and they always looked quite small, but this one took up the entire airstrip, and when it turned around at the end, the wingspan was huge. Noah stepped back as it crawled to a stop next to him.

He watched in awe as the door slid open and a set of stairs automatically appeared. A moment later, a man stepped out and raised his hands.

“Noah” he called, and Noah raised a brow. He didn’t recognise the man, who was clearly the pilot based on his outfit, but he seemed to know him.

“Uh… Yeah” he replied, and walked over to meet the man at the end of the steps.

“Name’s Dale” he said, holding out his hand, and Noah shook it gingerly. “I’m gonna get this big girl filled up, and then we’ll be on our way. Why don’t you go ahead and get yourself comfortable?”

He looked up at the jet and then back at Dale.

“Where exactly is Ivygate?” He asked, because no matter how many times he’d Googled it, the name didn’t exist on any map.

Dale chuckled and slapped him on the back.

“They told me you’d be a talker” he said, “but don’t you worry about any of that. All I want you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight”.

The man walked off and Noah called after him.

“At least tell me how long it’s gonna take to get there!”

Dale laughed again.

“Dale?… Dale?!”

Noah sighed and turned back toward the jet. His mind was once again switching between thinking that this was the dumbest thing he’d ever done, and being nervously excited at the prospect of getting on a private jet.

“You’re not gonna die” he whispered to himself, and with one more breath, Noah stepped off the tarmac and felt a shiver of worry. The next time he touched land, he’d be a long, long way away from here. He shook the idea from his head and climbed up until he found himself inside the jet.

“Ho-ly shit” he gasped.

Despite the size of the jet, there were only four thick recliner chairs. They were a deep shade of red, and were made of the exact same leather that Fredrick had in his limo. In front of each, a dark wooden table held bowls of fruit, more candy, an assortment of sandwiches and bottles of expensive looking champagne. He walked over to the closest one, and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

Each chair faced a large flat-screen television. Next to it, a glass cabinet filled with exotic looking cigars and fancy bottles of whiskey. A soft, satin red gown hung on the wall, with softer looking slippers underneath. Eye masks, headphones, peel-off facemasks. Cucumber slices, creams, lotions and candles. Noah’s head spun as he gawped at all of the luxuries around him, and he jumped when Dale appeared behind him.

“It’s something else, huh?” He chuckled, holding a button that took the stairs back inside. “It still shocks me when I see it!”

Noah forced a polite laugh as the man guided him into a chair.

“Massage” he said, and handed him a remote control as the chair vibrated behind him. Noah’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, that’s good” he groaned, melting into it.

“Well, make yourself comfortable, Noah!” Dale clapped, “because we’ve got quite the journey ahead of us!”.

He walked toward the cockpit, and so began a sixteen hour flight.

Noah’s head hung to the side and a trail of perpetual drool had dampened his shoulder. The plane bounced slightly, awakening him instantly, and he grunted as he wiped the spit from his face.

Other than the dim light inside the cabin, the place was in total darkness. It wasn’t normal darkness, either. He stared out the window, and Noah Jenson was certain that he’d never seen such black in his life.

The jet shook violently, and the teen grabbed the thick arms of the leather chair as his heart pounded. He’d never been on a plane before, and although it had been smooth up until he fell asleep, this wasn’t feeling to safe.

“Um… Dale!” He called, but received no reply.

The jet continued to rock and the engine continued to roar, until finally it slowed to a stop. Noah gawped out the tiny window, but it remained impossible to see a thing. Had they just stopped mid-air?!

“DALE!” He shouted, his voice shaky as sweat formed over his brow.

The pilot appeared a moment later, and Noah wasn’t sure whether to be thankful or terrified.

“Dale, um… Why are we not moving? And why are you here and not flying the plane?!”.

Dale cocked a brow before letting out a bark of a laugh.

“First time, huh?” He chuckled, and much to Noah’s horror, began to twist the handle on the door, “we’ve landed” the man said with a smile.

The warm air poured over Noah as he descended the stairs into complete darkness. He could just about make out Dale at the bottom, and the only other noise was the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance.

The man helped him on the last step, and he felt his sneakers sink into sand. For the first time, Noah wanted to turn around and go back.

His heart slammed in his chest. He had no idea where he was, but the flight had been considerably long before he fell asleep. Nobody knew where he was. Nobody knew if he’d ever come back, and as Dale led him across the soft terrain, he felt tears in his eyes.

“You good, chief?” The pilot asked, his hand over Noah’s shoulder.

He sniffled and nodded.

“It’s only three months” the man said warmly, “and between me and you, kid, I’ve done things much worse than this for a few bucks, if you know what I mean!” He howled with laughter again, and clapped Noah on the back, making him wince.

He’d never experienced heat like this before. Every deep breath he took filled his lungs with warm, exotic air, and despite the fact that he was incredibly nervous, he couldn’t deny that it felt wonderful.

His flesh became clammy and moist as their journey continued, and after a few more minutes of sinking in the hot, dry sand, Noah felt a path under his feet.

“Just up here” Dale said, and Noah noticed that he hadn’t taken his hand off his shoulder since they left the jet.

Up ahead, rows of orange lamps sat on wooden stakes in the ground. They lit the path, and Noah had to blink to adjust his eyes. He gawped at the sight before him, and slowly raised his head to fully take in the size of the castle in front of him.

It looked medieval. The huge stone walls were as old as time itself, with hundreds of hollowed windows as far as the eye could see. He could hardly make out the top of it, and only realised he’d stopped dead when Dale tussled his hair.

“You’ll get used to it” he said, and led him closer to the huge double doors.

His body shook all over. He swallowed hard, and watched as Dale slammed the old, iron knocker against the wood. It echoed through the darkness, before fading to silence.

“This is where I leave you, Noah” Dale said, with one final squeeze, “the next time I see you, you’ll be a new man!”

Noah stared up at him. Although he didn’t even know the man, he wanted him to stay. He took a deep breath, which broke away as he tried to keep himself composed, and as footsteps sounded on the other side of the doors, Noah whispered to him.

“Will they kill me?”

Dale lowered his brows and laughed in his usual manner.

“Ask them” he said, as the doors swung open, and two of the most beautiful young men that Noah had ever seen, stood before him, naked.

They were barely older than he was, but they looked like they’d been chiselled by artists. Their bodies were sculpted, muscular and solid. Not a single blade of hair existed below their eyebrows, and their flawless skin was golden beneath the fire lamps that hung on the stone walls behind them. Leather collars were fastened around their throats, small black cages housed their cocks, and their heads were shaved down, in tight crew cuts.

Noah’s jaw fell open as he stared at the two spectacular young men, and only Dale’s pat on the back woke him from his daze.

“I’ll see you in three months, Noah” he chuckled, and walked away as Noah stood, curious, excited and terrified.

The two young men stepped aside and gestured for Noah to enter.

“Welcome to Ivygate”.