Disclaimer: The contents of this narrative draw inspiration from a storyline featured in an episode of the TV series "Leverage: Redemption." While elements of the original show may be present, the characters, events, and overall narrative have been adapted and expanded upon for this fictional work. Any semblance to actual individuals or occurrences is entirely unintentional. This narrative, which has been uniquely conceived and developed by the author, depicts characters aged 18 years or above.
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Samar was sitting between General Gregory 'Greg' Foster's legs in his private tent, giving his eight-and-a-half-inch sausage the attention it commanded. Retired General Foster was a 53-year-old man with an Australian father and an Indian mother who, after spending decades in the Australian military, was now a known figure in Indo-Australian politics. At 6'3'', he stood a tall, imposing figure with a slight paunch that only accentuated his muscular body. He was moaning lightly as Samar used his tongue around his erection to ensnare Foster's mind and body.
A battle of will ensued between Samar and Foster as the former started blowing the latter. Foster was well-endowed but wasn't overly aggressive. He liked enjoying the feel of Samar's tongue and lips on his dick. Within minutes Samar had figured out what aroused the General. As it turns out, Greg Foster craved affectionate touch but was very ticklish. As Samar's hand roamed across Foster's body, he groaned and tried to push his hands away. Samar of course wasn't giving up easily. Foster was now holding Samar's hands above his elbow and guiding him through a slow, deliberate and deep suck. Every once in a while Samar would let his face slide below the member and lick the balls or his inner thighs which only incensed Foster's lust.
After Samar did this for several minutes, Foster who was teetering on the edge of ejaculation got more desperate and pushed his dick deep inside Samar's mouth. Samar took this opportunity and started tickling Foster everywhere. At the same time, he started clenching and relaxing his throat which only added to Foster's arousal. It was as if they had frozen in time. Foster was pushing Samar's head on his crotch, Samar was stimulating the dick by his throat and tickling Foster at the same time. Foster couldn't bear an arousal so intense. He wanted it to stop; he wanted to cum, but he couldn't let go. It was as if being stuck in a limbo- laughing, and moaning and laughing and moaning again. Every time Foster tried to stop Samar from tickling, Samar would stop blowing. Eventually when Foster couldn't take it anymore, he pulled Samar out, forcing him to release his dick. Foster hoped that Samar would stop tickling him if Foster pulled his dick out. Instead, Samar increased his tickling so much that with a loud groan, Foster came into Samar's mouth in an explosive ejaculation. Foster's Caucasian face had turned red; he had tears in his eyes and he was panting. When their eyes met, Foster huffed, "You are something boy. I haven't had such an ejaculation in years."
Samar and his team had infiltrated General Greg Foster's retreat at the Anurag Van (The Forest of Affection, in English). Anurag Van was a private land just beyond the boundaries of the Nanda Devi National Park in the cradle of the Himalayas in Uttarakhand, India. General Foster owned this land, having inherited it from his mother's father when he was 28. For the past twenty-three years, he would visit this ancestral property in the summers to spend time away from civilisation, unwind and reconnect with his inner self. As he climbed the ladder of the military, he began hosting a 'gentlemen's retreat' in this land. These invitation-only gatherings spanned three days and soon became the ground for super-secret meetings and summer retreats attended by India's and sometimes Australia's power elite. No one knew what happened in these gatherings, but there were rumours of dubious rituals and ceremonies, not to mention sexual fetishes and kinks.
The location and the security of the area made it virtually impossible for anyone to enter the premises of the retreat without a formal invitation. Armed security guards patrolled the boundaries in groups of two or three while other guards were positioned at strategic locations within the area to safeguard the event. A technical staff ensured that the whole area was cloaked from satellite monitoring, meaning that no satellite image of the area was available and that any communication into or out of the area was blocked. No women were allowed in these gatherings, and the male staff that was hired were thoroughly vetted by Sentinel Security, the firm in charge of security of the retreat. And it was this firm that brought the Empyreans to Anurag Van for the firm was owned and managed by Pavan Rana.
Eight days ago, while searching Dr. Ranjit's house, Saurabh found that Ranjit was investigating Rana in connection with a warehouse fire in Sri Lanka. Ranjit had managed to collect enough evidence to incriminate Rana in the fire, but before he could expose him, Rana had him killed in the explosion at the medical centre. Saurabh was burning to avenge Ranjit's death by killing Rana, but Adwit convinced him to bring this information to the Empyreans and chalk out the best strategy to destroy Rana.
The Empyreans constituted five men- Samar, a grifter extraordinaire and the leader of the group; Saurabh, a hitter and the muscle of the group; Kabir, a hacker who navigated the digital realms to create the necessary support for the group; Ankit, a master thief capable of vanishing into the darkness; and the latest addition to the group, Adwit, a lawyer and a grifter-in-training. When Saurabh and Adwit informed the rest of the team of their discovery, they agreed to work together and take down Rana.
Pavan Rana was a celebrated ex-military who was awarded the Vir Chakra (the Wheel of the Brave, an award bestowed by the Indian government for displaying gallantry on the battlefield) for holding a strategic bridge near Kargil against insurgents for three days until reinforcements had arrived. After receiving his discharge, Rana worked with several private security firms and eventually opened Sentinel Security in 2015. That he was providing security for the Anurag Van was really an audition to impress General Foster, for Rana hoped to gain his goodwill and secure international contracts. Rana was immensely vain; he loved fame and talking about his military adventures. Yet, since its advent, Sentinel Security has been shrouded with conspiracies. While none of it was ever proven, they were rumoured to be involved in providing services to people like loan sharks, players of the Mumbai underworld, and business tycoons who defaulted on loans and fled the country.
The security measures around Pavan Rana made it virtually impossible to approach him. The Empyreans figured their best shot was to approach him at Anurag Van, where he would be marginally more accessible. Yet, they did not know much about the place or the retreat being held there. Their leader Samar, however, wasn't one to be deterred by challenges. His plan was simple and straightforward: to get Rana to confess in front of an audience. How to get him to do that and who would serve as the audience, were to be seen. The first step of the plan was to find a way to infiltrate the retreat. Kabir, the hacker, made sure that Samar had a valid pass to enter the retreat as a staff with a strong background story while Ankit, the thief, sneaked into the retreat hidden in a pile of laundry. Saurabh, the muscle of the group and Adwit, the legal virtuoso and grifter-in-training, had sneaked into the premises under the cover of the night, hidden amongst the bushes and were taking notes on the perimeter security. Though they all had earwigs, the satellite cloak prevented them from communicating with each other unless they were all inside or outside the cloak. Kabir had volunteered to work from Joshimath, the town closest to Anurag Van with a stable internet connection, and attempt to remove the cloak.
Samar entered the retreat at around 8 AM to find the campground filled with canopies and tents. The participants were all dressed in white caftans while the staff was dressed in blue robes. Samar, with his close-cropped hair, light beard and toned athletic body, was already attracting the attention of several people in the retreat. Samar's plan involved drawing the attention of General Greg Foster while Rana was present, aiming to catch Rana's attention through Foster's acknowledgement of him. It wasn't difficult, because all the participants seemed inebriated with some kind of psychedelic drink.
Samar saw General Foster and Rana talking and executed his plan. He 'accidently' tripped on General Foster which incensed Rana who began scolding Samar immediately. But Foster, who already had an eye on Samar, came to his rescue and invited him to his private tent. As expected Rana was positively livid that Foster ignored him and took Samar to his tent instead.
While Samar entertained Foster, Ankit was casing the area and the surroundings. Having walked amongst the people, he was now perched on a tree and observing the boundary of Anurag Van using a pair of binoculars. Just as Foster was cumming, he had seen some movement near the west end of the boundary and on closer look he saw something that made him gasp loudly which was heard by the Empyreans through their earwigs.
