Oh wow, you know I actually forgot about this story... But here it is, part III. I hope you guys enjoy it! Some credit goes out to Remmy, who inspired some ideas for this segment. (See! I DO take reader's suggestions seriously!!)
AUCTIONED III
Alik propped his head up on one hand, his other one draped possessively across the sleeping body beside him. He watched as Nick slept, his face looking ever so peaceful, his breathing soft and even. Alik leaned over and lightly kissed him on the lips, along the stubbled jaw, and nibbled on the earlobe.
Nick stirred awake and slowly rewarded Alik with his deep emerald coloured eyes. He smiled and stretched out like a cat. "Morning," he murmured.
The Greek pulled Nick closer towards his body and nuzzled his neck. "Mmm... You smell like sleep." He drew his tongue out and licked at the skin there. "You taste like it too."
Nick's eyes widened along with his smile. "Tell me, what does sleep smell and taste like?" Alik kissed him full on the mouth and rubbed his hand along Nick's hip, massaging the firm butt.
Alik continued his kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest. "It's like freshly baked bread," he murmured in between the kisses, "like a new born baby... the air after a rainfall... laundry straight out of the dryer... "
Nick laughed at him. "You're not making any sense."
Alik smiled wickedly at him as his wandering hand now gently nudged Nick's legs apart, up the muscular thigh and brushed against the scrotum. Nick gasped with pleasure. Gracefully and with ease Alik positioned himself in between his legs and closed one hand around the harden dick. The blond whimpered and arched his back. "Any sense I possess goes out the window where you're concerned, Nikkos."
He reached over to the bedside table and fished around for a small tube. From it, Alik squeezed a small amount of clear gel and applied it around Nick's asshole, massaging the anal canal with his fingers, causing the man to squirm and moan. Alik leaned down and grazed his nose along Nick's flat stomach and into the soft pubic hair. The large pulsing cock that it surrounds brushed across his cheek. A large pearly drop of precum appeared at the tip and Alik went to lick it off, tasting the saltiness. He let his tongue linger on the velvety skin, which sent a slight shiver down Nick's spine.
"Time to make you mine," Alik growled.
"Oh, pleeease," Nick whimpered. "Make me yours..."
Alik straightened himself and took his fingers from the tight hole, replacing them with his own throbbing cock. He rubbed the head across the entrance, lubricating it with the existing gel that was already on Nick and sending the Canadian into another ride of pleasure. The squirming increased and the strong legs spread even further.
Seeing this response pleased Alik to no end and he decided to end his lover's suffering by finally aiming his dick against the hot hole. Slowly he pushed his cockhead pass the entrance and eased the entire shaft in, inch by inch until his entire 9 inches was swallowed up. "Oh yeesss..." he hissed. "You feel so fucking good, I still can't get over how tight you are."
Nick closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.
Alik eased back out and paused. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded. Nick did as told and Alik buried his dick back in as deep as he could in one smooth motion. He repeated this over and over again, stroking his cock in and out of Nick's ass. Nick thrusted his hips back to meet each returning stroke. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your face when you climax."
Nick opened his eyes and they were now a brilliant bright green. Alik sucked in his breath at the trust he saw in them. Suddenly, he leaned over and ravaged Nick's mouth with his own, their tongues mating to the same pace as their pelvises. "I'm getting close," Nick gasped.
"Do not cum," Alik ordered. "Whatever you do, do not cum until I say so. Wait for my word."
Nick's moans grew louder and he bit his lower lip to keep from falling over the edge of his climax. Alik increased his pace and fucked him harder and faster. His breathing also quickened and became shorter.
"NOW..."
Nick released his cum in a violent spray, landing all over his chest and Alik's. As he ejaculated, his ass clenched even more tightly around Alik's dick, causing him to groan loudly and unleashing his own load of cum deep into the insides of Nick.
"I'm yours," Nick sighed as he closed his eyes again. Alik's own eyes gleamed dark amber, satisfied, at the submission. He carefully lowers himself on top of the slightly smaller man; his cock still buried within him.
Breathing rate declines, adrenaline levels ceases, and the air starts to cool. Outside the window the birds are chirping loudly and an aeroplane can be heard flying over in the near distance.
"Alik," Nick began...
Alik grunted an acknowledgement into Nick's neck.
"Alik," Nick tried again...
"What?"
"I'm developing a nasty cramp, get your heavy ass off of me." Nick chuckled at his own comment.
Not amused, Alik flexed his dick inside of Nick, causing the blond to suddenly gasp, and quickly withdrew it with no fanfare. He rolled off of Nick and swung his legs over on his side of the bed. He threw a look over his shoulder. Nick wore the expression of an abused kitten.
"Nikkos, I have a present for you." Nick cheered up visibly and Alik laughed at the sudden change in facial expressions. "First we're going to get cleaned up, you got us all sticky." He got up and walked into the large closet. Nick laid back to appreciate the way Alik's backside moved as he walked. When Alik reappeared with a towel and a small bag, he laughed again at the look of childlike curiosity, which Nick wore.
Alik carefully wiped away at the pale goo on Nick and threw the towel unceremoniously over his shoulder. Then he pulled out a silver chain link and a small matching padlock from the bag. He showed Nick the padlock, which was painted black with the initials "AT" in amber. "Alik Terzakis, that is my insignia. You are to wear that at all times. It will let others know that you already belong to me, and are strictly hands-off so to speak."
"Wow, I bet even my pet cat don't have it this good," Nick muttered in disgust as he held the padlock.
Alik frowned. "I'm sorry if you don't agree to this, Nikkos, but believe me when I say that this is for your own safety. My insignia is well known around here. Everyone will know that if any harm comes to you then I will wreak havoc on their trading industry." He took the small lock from Nick's hand, wordlessly positioned the chain around his neck, and secured the ends together with it.
"Your present sucks. Take it back, I don't want it anymore," Nick stated. He pulled at the offending article around his neck. "Where's the key?" he demanded.
Alik shrugged. "I threw it away."
Nick stopped pulling and stared at the man whom he just made love to only moments ago. "You're kidding."
He was suddenly thrown back against the bed and his wrists were pinned down above his head. Amber eyes blazed back at him, mere inches away from his own. "I never kid about this sort. You are mine to keep for life. I see no reason why that chain will ever need to come off."
Nick snorted. "Yours to keep for life? What am I...? Property?! Who do you... " His protests were silenced by a brutal kiss. A tongue assaulted his and his body's initial instinct to fight back caused the hold on his wrists to tighten painfully. But, almost immediately, his mind began to register the euphoric feeling that was associated with kissing Alik and his body eased off, gradually melding itself with Alik's. The vice-like grips slackened at the surrender.
Alik suddenly broke the kiss and abruptantly got up off the bed and headed back into the closet. "I'm not going to continue with this discussion. Get changed, I'm taking you to the street market."
Nick blinked and brought his hand to his lips, slowly outlining the bruising flesh. He then grudgingly got up and followed him. He looked around the closet and realized that he didn't have any clothes to call his own. Alik noticed this predicament and selected a pair of cargo shorts and T-shirt for him. "These will have to do until we get you some new stuff. I normally would have made you wear a robe." Alik lifted an eyebrow at him, "For some reason I didn't that you would think too fondly of that idea."
"You think correctly," Nick confirmed, putting the clothes on. He buttoned up the shorts only to have them slip back lowly on his hips. "Do you have a belt?" Quickly, he pulled them back up.
Alik looked down to where his hands were and a devilish gleam appeared in his eyes. "I can easily carry you back into bed and..." He let the sentence trail. Nick flushed and unconsciously held on tighter to the material at his waist. Alik silently handed him a belt, an amused look on his face. "Cut the virginal act, Nikkos."
Nick scowled. "Well, I was one until I met you," he muttered. Their eyes met and Nick brightened even redder. "I didn't mean to say that aloud," he mumbled. He looked down and gave more concentration to the belt than was necessary.
A finger was hooked under his chin as he was made to look at Alik. The other man's expression was earnest, the hard lines and planes softened by a smile. He carefully wrapped his arms around Nick and held him tightly. "I will always treasure your gift," he whispered. Nick sighed into the other's warm neck. The two men stood there for awhile, holding each other, until Alik at last reluctantly pulled away. "We better get going; Yuri's waiting for us."
Nick nodded and the two of them finished dressing in silence. He was all ready to go when Alik handed him a blue and grey bandanna. "Put this on," he instructed. "I don't want anyone to see the colour of your hair. One look and who knows what might happen."
Nick rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious." He bit the inside of his cheek and obediently put the bandanna on at the warning glare that Alik sent him.
Yuri met them outside standing beside the same black car that had brought Nick here in the first place. "Good morning, Sir," he greeted Alik. A polite nod was cast in Nick's direction. "Where will be this morning's destination?"
"The public street market, Yuri. We're gonna give Nick a real taste of Egypt."
The drive there was rather uneventful. Nick sat staring out at the scenery outside the window as Alik conducted business over the phone. Nick peacefully listened to the confident timber of the deep voice for the next half-hour.
He sat up straighter when he began to notice a heavier crowd of people, surrounding fruit stands and gift stalls. The car finally stopped. Nick was about to let himself out of the car when a firm grip on his arm stopped him. He gave Alik a questioning stare but the other man wasn't even looking at him. Alik took his time ending his conversation on the phone; his attention focused on the papers sitting beside him.
Yuri got out of the car and stood beside the rear door. The man's patience was inversely proportional to the impatience experienced by Nick as he waited for Alik to let him go. Sighing loudly, he drummed his fingers on his thigh and stared out longingly at the liveliness just on the other side of the door. Finally, the talking stopped and the phone clicked against its cradle.
"The Master always leave first and you walk a few paces behind me," Alik spoke evenly. "Do not stare anyone in the eyes, they will see your green irises. Do not talk to anyone, do not take off your bandanna, and most importantly do not leave my side." The deadly serious look he wore encouraged Nick to bite back some sarcastic remark he was in danger of making. "Do I make myself clear Nick?"
Nick nodded. Alik removed his grip and rapped against the window, signalling for Yuri to open the door for them. Without a glance backward, he got out and Nick silently followed him out. Nick swallowed the hurt he felt at suddenly being treated so coldly. Yuri closed the door behind him and then walked alongside Alik. The two of them made their way into the bustling crowd, chatting with each other in Arabic. Yuri intermittently glanced back to make sure that he was still right behind them.
Scowling, Nick began to tug at the offending lock around his neck. He looked around him at the sights and his eyes soon fell on the stall selling miniature cartouches and drawings on papyrus leaflets. Without thinking, he headed towards the stall and picked up one of the figurines. It was made of glass, black in colour, with tiny hieroglyphics etched into it. Nick traced his fingertip along the fine grooves, and a small smile formed on his lips as he hoped that one day he will have the opportunity to see the real thing.
"Nick!"
Nick jumped and his eyes widened as the glass ornament slipped from his fingers and cracked into two pieces as it fell to the ground. He looked up to see Alik, quite a few metres away from where he stood, angrily making his way towards him. More closer to him the equally angry stall keeper began to yell and gesture wildly at him. Nick glanced helplessly at the quickly approaching man and apologized to the other.
When Alik finally reached where he stood, his arm reached out, grabbed at the lock around Nick's neck, and savagely pulled the man to him. "How dare you disobey me?" he seethed. "Not only did you NOT stay by my side but you go ahead and put yourself in danger by making eye contact and talking to these people. Are you deliberately behaving this way or are you really this stupid?"
Nick paled considerably and stared back in horror at the Greek. His dry mouth opened but no words came out. By now a small crowd of people surrounded them, watching them with curious gazes. Alik pulled him by the chain and threw him towards Yuri. Then, he dropped some currency notes onto the stall and turned around. "We're leaving. I should have known better than to take you out in public. I'm taking you back to the house." Alik walked rapidly towards the direction of where the car was parked, Yuri walked silently beside him.
"I'm sorry," Nick whispered.
"You're sorry? Can you even begin to comprehend the danger you've put yourself in the moment you opened your mouth? One word from you will let anyone who is listening know that you're not from around here. You're lucky that we found out that you have mindlessly wandered off before it was too late."
Alik continued to berate him. "I can't believe how bad you made me look. Now all these people will talk about how the servant of Alik Terzakis made a fool of himself at the public market in front of everyone. I absolutely cannot wait to hear about it from my colleagues when this finally reaches their ears."
Nick stopped in his tracks. "I'm a servant to you?" he questioned incredulously. Alik turned around to face him and sighed impatiently.
"I paid to have you service me," Alik explained, slowing down his words as if talking to a mere child instead of a grown man. "You take orders from a master, from me. You do as you are told, and you certainly do not question back."
Nick paled even whiter as he listened to the biting words. His heart hurt and he felt humiliated. He wished that he could just disappear into thin air at that very moment. Where was the man who had so lovingly kissed him awake that very morning?
"Alik, please..." he began to implore, but cut himself off when Alik narrowed his eyes at him.
"In public, you shall address me as 'Master'," he spoke in a low tone. "Servants do not call their owners by their given names."
Nick nodded, frightened by the other man and felt smaller than an atom particle when Alik turned away from him. Suddenly, by impulse, Nick turned the other way and ran as fast as he could away from Alik. He dodged through the thick crowd and easily disappeared into the mass.
He heard someone call his name frantically as he made his way further into the crowd but his battered pride made him ignore it. He didn't stop moving until he finally reached the outskirts of the market. Nick collapse against the side of an old brick building, his elbows resting on his kneecaps and his head buried in them. He felt tears fall down the sides of his face. He frustratedly wiped at them with his forearm and ran his fingers through his hair, only realizing then that the bandanna he wore was no longer there. It must have fallen off during his flee.
People around him stared but he ignored them. Nick closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. He didn't imagine that his life could lead to this in just a few days. The sun shone down at him mercilessly, warming the chain around his neck, which in turn heated the skin it laid on. It was a constant reminder of Alik. Nick felt the tears well up again behind his closed eyes.
"Goddammit!" Alik pounded his fist hard on the roof of the car. He didn't even notice the small indent that appeared. Yuri had returned without Nick and he was worried. "Where the hell could he have gone?" he demanded.
"Sir, why not go home and make a call to the authorities. They will send a search out for him."
"No." Alik frowned. "That will take too long. I don't want to leave him out here alone longer than necessary. Something might happen to him." He stared out frustratingly at the bustling crowds of people. Everyone that brushed past began to blend into a giant blur. Alik let out an exhausted breath and rubbed at the corners of his eyes. "What the hell was I doing anyway? This is all my fault isn't it?" he asked Yuri. The Egyptian said nothing, as his employer was not really expecting an answer.
Alik paced restlessly, trying to determine his next move when something caught his eye. He ran towards a filthily dressed man and grabbed him by the collar of his worn robe. Alik grabbed the bandanna off from the man's head and shook him. "Where did you find this?" he demanded.
The tramp was feeble and Alik easily intimidated him. "P-P-Please, N-Noble Sir, I did not s-steal this. It... It fell off the head of a golden haired man running through the market." Dull eyes stricken by terror stared back at Alik.
"Where was he headed?"
"T-Towards the bathhouse." Alik narrowed his eyes and let go of the thin material. The tramp took this opportunity to scamper, as far and as fast as he could, away from the menacing amber eyes of the powerfully built nobleman.
Yuri walked over to stand beside Alik. "Sir, if he is indeed near the bathhouse I suggest we move quickly to find him." Alik nodded and wordlessly, the two men headed towards in the direction of the infamous establishment.
"Are you alright?"
Nick looked up in surprise. A finely dressed Egyptian man stared down at him, concern on his face. Another Egyptian stood behind him, this one younger and smaller, dressed in a far simpler robe. "You can speak English." Nick groaned to himself as he just commented on the obvious. But the other man took no notice and offered him a hand. Nick took hold and pushed himself up off the ground.
The man looked him over. "We need to get you away from the sun. You are burning up." Nick nodded slowly, for his head hurt and he felt exhausted from the intense heat. "Omar, come and give me a hand." The younger man stepped up and wrapped his right arm around Nick's waist. Nick's left arm was draped around Omar's shoulder and they slowly made their way across the street, where a silver sedan waited. A uniformed man quickly opened the rear door as he saw them approaching.
The older Egyptian went in first and turned around to help Nick into the car. Then Omar followed. The air-conditioned interior cooled Nick's skin and he sighed a breath of relief. As the car began to move, Nick closed his eyes and leaned back into the soft leather. When he opened his eyes again, the scenery outside had changed and Nick realized that he was with strangers.
"Oh my God, who are you guys?" Nick demanded. "Where am I and how did I get here?"
The man sitting to his right gave him a kind look. "My name is Kassel. The gentleman on your other side is Omar. We found you on the side of the road, openly exposed to the sun. I have decided to take you home with me so that we can get a doctor to look after you."
Nick considered him warily. "How do I know that you can be trusted?"
Kassel shrugged. "That's a very valid point. I assure you that no harm will be inflicted upon you under my care. In fact, I insist that you call any nearby relations you may have in this city so that they will know your current whereabouts."
Nick hesitated. "No, no that's alright. I doubt anyone will worry too much about me." He turned away and concentrated on the hands.
"Are you sure?" Kassel looked doubtful. Nick nodded and looked up when the door opened. Kassel got out and waited for the other two men before they proceeded towards the entrance of the stately building.
It was beautiful. Built in classic Venetian architecture, large windows, with lush plants surrounding the property. It was a sight, but Nick could not help but think how much more impressive Alik's home is. Absentmindedly, his fingers found their way to the small padlock and traced the outline of the insignia.
"You are owned," Kassel noted. "Surely your master will worry about you."
Nick's fingers froze in place and he quickly dropped his hand back to his side. "No. I don't believe he will."
Kassel opened his mouth, but closed it again. He seemed to be considering something but brushed it aside. Finally, he spoke, "Very well. I will not push. I think it is best if you went to clean up and rest. Omar will take care of you now. I have some business that I need to tend to." The Egyptian took a few steps away before turning back around. "I do not believe I ever caught your name."
"It's Nick," he blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
"Nick," Kassel grinned. "I want you to rest and I hope to see you again tomorrow morning." He turned around once more and walked off in that direction.
Omar put one hand on Nick's shoulder. "Come," he said, "Follow me." His accent was quite thick. "Master tells me to clean you. I will make you a bath." Nick followed him down the hall and into a room.
It was a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. A large, luxuriously made bed was the centre point with a finely crafted wardrobe and desk accessorizing it. Omar disappeared into the bathroom and came back out with a clean white robe. He gave it to Nick. "You will change, get ready. I will run the water." The Egyptian smiled and returned back into the other room.
Nick heard the water begin to run, filling up the tub. He slowly stripped off his clothes and folded them into a somewhat neat pile on top of the desk. Then he donned the robe, feeling the silky material caress his skin as he made his way into the bathroom.
Omar turned the facets off and Nick saw that some bathfoam had been added to the tub. He stood by the edge and inhaled. It smelled faintly of tea tree oil. Omar stood to stand close behind him. "The aroma therapy will calm you." Arms wrapped around Nick's waist, as the belt of his robe was undone. The hands then travelled upwards and separated the silky folds, holding them apart for Nick to step away from and into the warm water.
Omar turned around and hung the silk robe onto a hook as Nick sat down into the water, the soft foam concealing him from his midsection and below. Omar picked up a washcloth and began to wash Nick's back. Both men were silent; the only sounds were those of the gentle scrubbing of the cloth against Nick's back, the droplets of excess water from the cloth, and the lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Nick let his head fall forward and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of the scented water.
Eventually, the rubbing stopped and Omar wrung out the water from the cloth. Then, he reached for a ladle-like utensil, filling it with water and pouring it over Nick's shoulders and back. The water streamed down, a thin cascade over the skin before it seems to branch off into thin rivers, as it dips and follows the muscular contours of Nick's body.
When Omar was at last finished, he got up and retrieved a large soft towel and wrapped it around Nick when he stood up. He waited for Nick to grab a hold of it before reaching over for another towel, this one smaller. He dried Nick's legs with it as Nick dried his upper body off with the towel wrapped around him. Then, Omar went to get the robe off of the hook and stood behind Nick, holding it so that Nick can easily put his arms through the sleeves.
As Nick adjusted the silky material, Omar bent over the bathtub to drain the now cold water. Omar next led him back into the bedroom and pulled the sheets on the bed apart. He smiled at Nick; "I must tend to my own Master now. Sleep well." Nick thanked him and watched as the Egyptian closed the door behind him.
He undid his robe and let it drop to the floor, pooling into a silky heap at his feet. Nick slipped naked into the cool satin sheets and dropped his head onto the pillows. With his eyes closed, he was able to replay the horrible scene at the public market. His heart quickened as he recalled the hurtful, biting words said to him by Alik. He tossed and turned for awhile before finally snapping up into a sitting position. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "I'm being pathetic."
Nick let out a breath and settled himself back into bed. Closing his eyes again, this time he dug further back into his memory bank, back to this morning and relived the small kisses of those he woke up to, the gentle caresses and loving words. Sighing to himself, the images soon became more and more vague as Nick finally drifted off to sleep. His body relaxed and his breathing evened. The long and tiring day was finally over. Even the sound of the phone ringing somewhere off in a different part of the house didn't wake him up.
Blasted, I've hit a huge writer's block and there's no detouring around it. Any suggestions (or even just comments) for the next part is welcomed.
Thanks! Kai wai808@yahoo.ca