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Taken for a Ride

... euros and handed him into the backseat of the Bentley, with Heinrich driving, and waved him off, blowing him kisses as the Bentley rolled down the tree-lined drive.

As they were leaving, Siegfried helpfully said, "Cologne is that way," pointing toward the northeast.

The three men parted quite amicably. David's only regret was not having had more time to spend with Heinrich in his cottage. Heinrich made up for that, though, by pulling down a nearly obliterated track off the main road before the Bentley reached the German border; joining David in the backseat; stripping the young musician down, while he remained nearly fully clothed in case they had to drive out of there on short notice; and fucking David's lights out. Heinrich laid the young man on his back on the backseat, lifted his legs so that his feet leveraged of the velvet ceiling of the sedan, knelt between David's legs, mounted him, and fucked him and fucked him and fucked him.

"Couldn't let you get away without letting you know how much I enjoyed you," he said.

"And I you," David responded. "I would have liked to have more time with you."

"Can I give you my contact number in case you wish to come back?" Heinrich said. "I know having a mere chauffeur after a prince--"

"You are my master," David said. "That's so much better than being a prince."

That made Heinrich smile. He drove David to Cologne and to a better hotel than the young man had originally booked.

"This isn't the right place," David ...

... said when the Bentley pulled up to the Hilton Cologne Hotel on Marzellenstrasse, close enough to the cathedral that he could walk to practices and the performance. It was also close enough to the cathedral's front steps, which, like the sitting wall at the Luxembourg train station, was, David had been told, a place he could pick up tricks if he needed the money.

But he wouldn't need money for the hotel in Cologne. When David checked in, with Heinrich standing behind him, holding his bag, not showing the desire to leave him yet, David discovered that his bill for the next week had already been covered by the prince in Luxembourg. "Thank Seigfried for me," David said, turning to Heinrich. Heinrich gave the musician a lopsided smile and nodded his head. David took that as a suggestion that the chauffer come up to his room with him before returning to Luxembourg. Taking the hint, David said, so those at the reception desk could hear him, "Could you carry my suitcase and violin upstairs for me, Heinrich?"

He could and he did, and he stayed long enough to fuck David again up against the wall next to the door. He hung around for dinner before he left. Neither one of them wanted to part from the other.

The next day, April 1st, was the first day of practice at the cathedral for Gustav Holst'sThe Planets. David passed a newspaper kiosk while he was walking to the cathedral. A photo the young man saw there on the cover of an English-language Luxembourg newspaper made him pause, ...