Kasper's Den

+{Kasper's Den}+

Part 11

[By Emri & Xelos]

"We have a guest coming tonight," Mr. Hamad said as I sat down by his side at the breakfast table. He sipped his coffee while reading something in Arabic on his tablet. He looked so handsome in a blue suit with a white dress shirt and blue, silk tie. He must have had an important day of meetings.

"More guests?" I squirmed. Seeing Kai and Reza last night wasn't exactly fun for me even if the making up with Amir was quite enjoyable. I instantly thought of meeting more of Amir's ex-loves. Maybe there would be a parade of them. I guess that's just part of dating one of Satra's most eligible twins.

"Someone you know. It's a surprise," Mr. Hamad said nonchalantly like it wasn't anything to get excited over. He didn't look up from his tablet, but I saw a little smile slide across his lips.

"Can I guess?" I asked as I reached for the bowl of fruit Emerson had just finished cutting up.

"You are free to do whatever you like, little one." Mr. Hamad set down his tablet as I lifted the fruit bowl. He scooped himself out a serving of grapes, pineapple, and some green thing I couldn't identify.

"Is it someone from Durban? Michael the producer?" I asked. Mr. Hamad hadn't met many people i knew, and I remembered that Michael had wanted to film a reality show about them.

"Maybe," Mr. Hamad chuckled then looked back at his tablet.

"You said I could guess!" I protested, the sound of a whining little boy in my voice. I always turned into a child around him. He was the father I would have liked to have.

"Didn't say I would answer. Just be patient, little one," Mr. Hamad winked at me and swiped his thumb across my cheek. He leaned over and rubbed his nose against mine as Emerson brought me over a plate of eggs and toast.

Emerson lingered, put his hand on my shoulder, and then kissed my cheek.

"Good morning," I signed to him then added a "Thank you."

He rubbed a hand over my hair as he signed something with his husband. Mr. Hamad nodded and laughed.

"Yes I told him, but don't tell him who it is! A boy should learn patience," Mr. Hamad said and signed. I gave him a fake scowl and started on my breakfast.

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"You have to know who it is! Just tell me!" I said when I got back to the bedroom and found Amir still under the covers. He was watching some dumb viral video and scratching his stomach as he slowly woke up.

"Hmmm, If I knew, and I'm saying IF! I wouldn't ruin father's surprise. I could only say, that IF I KNEW, that you would be happy about it... We hope," Amir said firmly. He wasn't even offering a clue. I climbed over him on the small bed and laid down against his side. He stretched out his arm to wrap around me and pulled me in against his chest.

"You! Tell! Me! Now!" I whisper-yelled and showed him my fake angry face while raising my fist.

"Oh no! Don't beat me up," Amir begged, but then changed his mind. "Wait, I forgot! I'm way stronger than you!" He put his arms around me and pretended to wrestle but mostly just laughed at my attempts to get away.

"Mmmush-Mush," I mumbled as he pushed my face into his armpit. I smacked his chest to break free, but he was stronger and seemed to enjoy my struggle.

"Yes, I agree. I am the hottest guy you've ever met. You don't have to keep saying it," Amir laughed as I struggled to push off of him. He started to tickle me and I tried to shove him away while I laughed. The musk of his armpit calmed me, but then I got a weird hair in my mouth.

"Blech," I pushed away from him and stuck out my tongue to pick the hair off it.

"Mmm, my gift to you. Taste a real man," Amir laughed as I picked it off and wiped it on his chest. He frowned at that.

"You don't appreciate what it is given to you, my boy. But there's plenty more down here," he said as he rubbed his hand down his chiseled brown abs and pushed down the comforter. He reached for my head and pulled me down to the throbbing cock in his blue boxer-briefs.

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I spent the day with Emerson working on plans for a future visit from some royal family in a country I'd never heard of. The dignitaries were coming to look at some businesses Mr. Hamad wanted to expand into their country. Emerson was planning every aspect of their trip from their dietary and religious needs to their preferred entertainment. He would make sure they remembered Satra as a place that made them feel at home.

I was learning to be a better assistant for Emerson. He didn't really need me, but I learned to fit in and help out when I could. I carried his bag and held his tablet. I made sure he had water and alerted him when his phone made any kind of movement. He asked my opinion on certain choices and tried to make me feel useful even though he had a much better eye for things.

I was so busy that I nearly forgot about Mr. Hamad dangling a surprise visitor in front of me that morning. By the time we got home, I only thought about it because I saw the car Mr. Hamad drove in the garage.

"You know who comes?" I signed to Emerson in my fledgling skills. He look confused for a minute but then pieced it together and just smiled as he winked at me.

He shook his head and signed back, "Yes, but I won't tell."

I gave him a disappointed look but then he signed "You did a good job today, Kasper [He used a name sign for me that was the letter K rising through the air like a creepy ghost]."

"Thank you, I want sign better," I signed back as our driver pulled us into the garage.

Emerson nodded with a smile and kissed me as the driver came around to open his door. He gave me a smile like he was in on the surprise as well. It was building up to something big and my stomach gave a leap as we walked to the little house at the back of the compound.

I don't know that I'll ever get used to living in the sprawling compound at the crest of a mountain that overlooks the seaside city-state of Satra. There was the endless main house where Dr. Hamad, the patriarch lived with two of his sons, Samir and Zaid. Zaid, the middle-born Hamad son, had two men and no children. Samir, the youngest Hamad son and probably close to 40, lived with his husband Lincoln, close to 30 years old, and their two young sons.

At the back of the compound, past the gardens and pool that meandered around a small rocky island with a waterfall, was a smaller house where Mr. Hamad, Ali Senior, the eldest Hamad son, lived with his husband Emerson and their twin sons, Ali and Amir. I judged Mr. Hamad to be in his late 40's and Emerson, though youthful had to be at least in his late 30's because the boys were nearly 19 years old. The little home is where I had landed when they brought me here. It was a modern house of cement and steel, but it was just the perfect fit. It was a small, homey nest inside the endless sprawl of the compound. I felt safe there. It had all I needed.

I was thinking about all of that as the front door to the smaller Hamad house opened and I followed Emerson inside. I was lost in my thoughts until I saw everyone was waiting inside and sitting around the dining table in the open kitchen. All of their eyes were on me like I'd walked in to a surprise party five minutes too early and they hadn't had the chance to hide.

All eyes were on me except for one blonde head that had his back turned to me. When the head turned around, I got a slow roll of emotions from confusion to delight to dread. The disturbed blue eyes that met my own belonged to my brother, Kyle. My worlds were crashing together.

"Hey bro," he said and nodded to me then got up from his chair. He came towards me in a tight green polo shirt that barely contained his pecs and biceps tucked into his best pair of khakis. I'd never seen him this dressed up outside of Easter or Mother's Day.

He took me into one of those weird brother hugs that starts out nice but quickly turns into a wrestling move that ends with me in a headlock. It messed up the elaborate ponytail Emerson had done this morning. I tried to wiggle out and push against his steel chest. Kyle just laughed as we wrestled like we were kids. We were too old for this game and I didn't want to do this in front of the Hamads.

"Dude!" I yelled as I pinched him hard in that spot under his bicep that always made him pull back when we were younger. He winced, but then laughed and went right back to pinning me. He had to be the most immature 21 year old in history.

"Stop, stop! Mommy!" Kyle whined in a tone that mocked the endless cries he'd heard from me growing up. I struggled futilely to escape his hold. He let me go suddenly, probably because the Hamads were giving us awkward looks. Amir looked unsure about stepping in. I gave him a shove and he just laughed as I straightened my shirt and tried to reclaim some of my dignity.

"You came to visit me?" I asked, feeling truly dumbstruck that out of all my brothers he'd be the one to show up. I wasn't that close to any of them, honestly, but I would have expected Kerry or Kaleb before him. Kyle was only two years older but a world apart. He was the strapping, athletic boy my dad was always proud of. If Kyle ever got in trouble it was just boys being boys and my dad usually laughed it off.

Kyle was meant to be the baby of the family, the last born who got all the attention and permissiveness. I was the afterthought, the oops in the otherwise model Christian family. Kyle had my dad's height and broad shoulders with that smile that made people forgive whatever dumb thing he'd done or said. I'm sure he turned it on for Mr. Hamad, everyone did.

"Yeah right," Kyle laughed like it was a joke.

"Of course he did, little one. Your family loves you very much, as do we," Mr. Hamad said. He came to stand beside Kyle and put his hand on his shoulder. He was taking control of the situation and Kyle shrank back under his touch.

"Of course! It's good to see you...you look happy here," Kyle said with a very forced smile.

"But he also came to give me an update on my investments and talk about where we can grow from here," Mr. Hamad added.

His hand gripped Kyle's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. I knew Mr. Hamad had given them money to help out, but I didn't realize Mr. Hamad had "invested" in them. I wasn't kept in the loop on financial matters. Looking at Kyle melt at his touch, I wondered just how much Mr. Hamad was asserting his control over my family.

I hadn't had to think about it in awhile. Mr. Hamad had been buying them quietly, keeping me out of unpleasantness with them. It was just as he'd promised. They had seen that my family just wanted money and wanted to protect me from it. I felt a weird mix of gratitude to the Hamads and anger at my family for trying to cash in on them. The Hamads wanted me happy, but I felt the need to protect them too.

"It's good to see you with family," Mr. Hamad said as he put his other hand on my back and nudged me closer to Kyle. Emerson waived for us to get side by side so he could get a picture. Kyle put his arm around me and pulled me into his side while we smiled for him.

Emerson grilled steaks for dinner for them and some shrimp for us. Kyle was on his best behavior seated next to Mr. Hamad who kept trying to steer the conversation from their business investments, Kyle's interest, to my "accomplishments." Mr. Hamad kept talking me up as though Kyle cared about how I worked with Emerson and helped him with the charities. Kyle kept steering the conversation back to the Hamad's businesses and he kept looking at Ali as if Ali made him nervous. Ali paid him little attention, and seemed more interested in something on his phone. I could see where Kyle was heading. He had dollar signs in his eyes.

We were just finishing up dinner when two men, members of the house staff I'd seen many times, brought in what looked like a bed folded in half. They paused and looked at us as if to ask if they were interrupting. Mr. Hamad said something in Arabic and directed them back towards the bedrooms.

"No, father. There's no need for it. Kyle can have Kasper's room and Kasper and I can sleep in my bed," Amir said with a panic-stricken look.

"Everyone will sleep in their own beds for a few nights. Kyle wants to be close to his brother and I'm sure Kasper will want to spend time with him as well. Kasper will be in his own bed and Kyle on the roll-away," Mr. Hamad said, then finished the last bite of his steak as if that minor bombshell of separating me and Amir for the night was nothing important.

"I'm sure Kyle will want his own room," I offered as my eyes darted between Amir and his father.

"Nah! We'll share, just like old times. You and me," Kyle beamed, earning an approving nod from Mr. Hamad who clearly wanted us to heal our strained relationship.

"Please," I looked at Mister Hamad with pleading eyes and gave my most innocent look. "I can't sleep without Amir."

"He needs me," Amir confirmed.

Mr. Hamad looked slightly moved as he finished chewing. He set down his fork and took a swig of his drink as thought he was thinking about it. He reached his hand over to rest on mine. I looked down at the heavy, dark hand that covered mine and raised my fingers up between his. I leaned over to rest my head on his shoulder and looked up at him like a poor, homeless kitten. I was using every cuteness missile in my arsenal on him.

"You'll be fine, little one. You don't get a chance to see your brother very often and you should use this time to connect. It's settled," Mr. Hamad squeezed my fingers and kissed my hair.

I looked over to Emerson to save me. He lowered his sad, blue eyes to the tablet that translated all of our speech to text. He cleared his throat and pushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen, but signed nothing to intervene. He wouldn't go against his husband.

"Father, you can't..." Amir started, but Mr. Hamad cut him off. He said something that sounded harsh in Arabic and Amir went silent. I turned to glare across Mr. Hamad's chest at Kyle. He just smiled like he didn't know, didn't care what he'd just done.

After dinner, Mr. Hamad let Kyle pick a movie. It was a dumb action movie with a group of guys making crude jokes at each other. Amir and I didn't care though. We were cuddled up on the farthest couch making the most of our time together. We were acting like sad lovers in a tragic movie where he was about to be shipped off to war for four years instead of just a bed two doors away for the night.

Kyle gave me a few odd looks. In the past, I never would have even kissed a guy in front of my family, but now I didn't care. I was wrapped in his arms and snuggled down into his chest. Kyle could fuck off for all I cared. I wanted to fall asleep right there against Amir's heartbeat, but soon enough the movie was over and Mr. Hamad told me it was my bedtime.

"Oh me too," Kyle stood and stretched with a suspicious yawn. "Guess I'm still on LA time," he added even though LA was 11 hours behind us so it should be morning for him.

"Yes, of course you must be tired," Mr. Hamad said as he untangled from Emerson and stood up. "Oh and the surprise you brought Kasper is waiting in his room." That piqued my interest.

"Surprise?!" I yelled and looked up at Amir who wasn't sharing in my joy. He knew this was it for us for the night. I pushed off his chest and got to my feet, following Kyle to the bedroom with Amir and the others coming behind us.

"My old suitcase?" I asked when I opened the door. The staff had set up Kyle's bed just a few feet from my own. They'd put comfortable pillows and a dark blue spread. On my bed was the suitcase I'd had as a kid. It was yellow and covered with animated ninjas in various poses.

"Stuff from your room. Mom put it together with things she thought you'd want with you," Kyle said as he kicked off his shoes and flopped down on his bed.

"Open it, baby," Amir said as he came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. I stopped as his lips found the back of my neck and sent a shiver through me. He gave my stomach a rub and I melted back against his chest.

"Seriously guys," Ali growled, displeased with our pause for affection. I looked over to Kyle expecting a snide comment, but he just ignored us from the bed and focused on his phone. I guessed he didn't want to risk offending me in front of Mr. Hamad.

Amir said something in Arabic and laughed, then stretched out his hands to unzip my childhood suitcase, saying, "Let's see what Kasper magic we have here!"

"Mr. Tooth!" I exclaimed when I saw my stuffed alligator on top.

"Oh no. I thought mom threw that old thing away," Kyle laughed and got off the bed.

"No way. I've had him forever." I glared at Kyle.

"You mean since you stole him from me! Grandma brought us each one from her trip to Florida and Kasper here decided to see if his could fly when we were driving down the 101 one day. He held it out the window and then it blew away. He howled and cried so bad that mom and dad made me give him mine when we got home," Kyle said as he came over to see what else was in the case.

"I don't remember that," I said. "This one is yours?" I looked at him guiltily.

"You didn't know any better and the window was open. You were two... I was too old for stuffed animals anyways... See the little K on the torn off tag? They tore off the Y, L, and E." Kyle flipped it over to show me the tag.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know," I said.

"No bigs, Kas... just what big brothers do," Kyle chucked me on the shoulder lightly.

"That's very sweet. I'm sure you've done a lot for your brother that he doesn't always remember," Mr. Hamad said, trying his best to foster a warm moment between us.

"Yeah well..." Kyle looked down, uncomfortably.

"Thank you," I said and put my hand on his shoulder. The rest of the suitcase was a few clothes, pictures, and the blanket from my bed back home. After we went through it all, Mr. Hamad insisted Kyle and I be left alone for the night. Amir and I spent a few minutes kissing before Mr. Hamad enforced his declaration.

"We gotta talk, dude," Kyle whispered when everyone had left and the doors were closed. He found a small speaker on my shelf and put on some music to cover us. I knew immediately he had done something to get in big trouble with our parents.

"We're in trouble, bro. We kinda well... Ok you know how the Hamad guy sent us money for the business," Kyle started. He pushed me to sit down on the edge of my bed and then he sat on his so we were face to face. He cut himself off and sprang into action looking around the room.

"I don't think they bugged my room. I'm not that interesting," I laughed.

"You can't be too sure. These dudes are loaded, Kasper. You don't even know what they're capable of!" Kyle's eyes flared and he kept looking around like we were being watched.

"What did you do?" I asked and reached for the stuffed alligator.

"Well we did invest in the business... with some of the money he gave us... but then I played with some. Dad got a work truck so I thought I should have one too, but then I saw this killer sound system and 4D tv setup. You have to see it! It's primo!" Kyle glowed.

"How much did he give you?" I asked. I hadn't heard about any of this.

"Well it just started coming and we did invest in the business with it. Really, we did. But then I kind of... spent some. I thought it was just like Kasper-rent. You know... for all the butt sex you give them," Kyle insisted.

"Eww. I'm not giving them... well... So you wasted it? How much?" I prodded, my voice getting a little louder than it should.

"A lot... It started with just some here and there stuff, but the money kept coming, until... " Kyle looked at me and his face fell in shame.

"Until what?" I demanded. I felt a panic sit in at the thought that my family would mess this up for me. Mr. Hamad would find out and send me home. Amir would think I only wanted him for his money. I knew it must be really bad because I'd never seen Kyle look anything other than his normal self-assured, overly confident bro-mode.

"Well Mr. Hamad called asking why the business had so many entertainment expenses and he brought up some of my... purchases. I tried my best to explain, but well... he was mad for like a second. He said he wanted me to get busy returning everything we could... but then in mid-sentence he changed his mind. He said to forget about it and come out for a visit. He arranged the flight and everything. It wasn't like I could tell him `no.' He said we'd talk about expansion and growing things and I'd have a nice visit with you." Kyle spread his hands and then leaned forward to put them on my knees.

"That doesn't sound bad," I said and felt a sigh of relief, but Kyle bit his lip as if he had something big to ask.

"At first it didn't. But he changed things on us. The money started going to suppliers and the business account instead of just to us. Dad got pretty mad when he found out how much I wasted and then we realized how much we'd signed away each time Mr. Hamad invested more... He pretty much owns it all... apparently dad signed some agreements. He didn't read them once he saw the checks." Kyle said as the color drained from his face.

"They bought the business?" I asked. My dad wasn't exactly sitting on an empire. He was just making ends meet.

"They own it all, Kasper... everything. The house they paid off, the cars we bought, the business. All of it. We sold our old stuff and then we spent that money too... Plus well... you know I turned 21 this year so I kind of took some of the money to Vegas with friends and... damn it goes quick!" Kyle explained.

"You lost it? You didn't put anything away?" I turned away from him. I felt my chest tighten up at the thought that my family could be so careless. My dad had worked so hard for what we had.

"You have to help us. I'm supposed to meet with him tomorrow about new guidelines. He could take it all away... but you won't let that happen, right? These Hamads are crazy about you. You wouldn't let anything happen to mom and dad, right? They need you Kasper. They're your parents," Kyle put a hand to my cheek and turned me back to face him. He looked frightened.

"I don't know..." I glared at him and he brought me closer until our foreheads touched. I had a flashback to when I was little and had a bad dream. I'd wake him up and get in his bed and he'd bring out a flashlight he kept under his pillow. He'd put his forehead to mine and shine the light up between us and tell me it was just in my head and he'd never let a monster in our room to hurt me.

I went to sleep that night feeling cold and confused. I wrapped myself around my pillow and the alligator, neither came close to Amir's warmth. I'd made Kyle promise that the next night he'd get out of my room so Amir could come back. He'd agree to anything so long as I tried to help him. I didn't know what I would do... It was my family and it wouldn't be easy to just ignore their needs.

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I woke up long before Kyle the next morning. He looked so peaceful sprawled out on his back with one arm hanging off the side of the bed. I put on a pair of shorts and tiptoed out for my morning ritual. Mornings were when I always got to spend time with Mr. Hamad and Emerson. They were early risers and Mr. Hamad always smiled when I came to find him at the high table with his coffee.

But that morning he looked troubled when he saw me.

"Kasper, you look sick. You didn't sleep well? Come, little one," Mr. Hamad said and set down his coffee. From his high chair at the raised dining table, we were eye to eye when I neared him. He spread his legs and reached for me then felt my forehead as if I were sick.

"I'm ok, just not used to sleeping alone," I said.

"I can see that. Amir is up too. I sent him back to bed," Mr. Hamad said. He pushed back my hair and kissed my forehead. Emerson came over and felt my forehead too. They were worried.

"I um..." I started and sat down in the chair next to his. "Kyle said you have a meeting today about some... um... the spending..." I didn't know where my sentence was going, but Mr. Hamad cut me off and looked angry.

"That is not for you to be concerned. He shouldn't bring you in on his mistakes. I didn't want you worried about that. I sent for Kyle because he was egregiously wasteful with what was given." Mr. Hamad was annoyed.

"I know... It's... my father never could say no to him," I admitted. Kyle was always the golden boy.

"And it led his family into committing fraud. I must deal with Kyle or he won't learn. They cannot use you as currency and prey on your emotional well-being every time they need more," Mr. Hamad began to fire up.

"Yes sir, of course, but... they're... they're my parents. They're my people. I can't let them lose everything," I whispered, afraid that I was pushing past his limit.

Mr. Hamad sighed. He took a deep breath and offered me a lighter smile.

"Of course. They are your family, and I promised you they would be taken care of. I always keep my promises, especially to my children." Mr. Hamad reached over and took my hands in his.

"I know, sir. You take care of your family. You're the best father ever. I feel bad that I've caused so many problems for your family... for you. And now my family has wasted your money," I said as his fingers interlaced with mine.

"You, Kasper. You are my child too, and you haven't been the cause of any of this. It's not your fault. You bring so much love here. Amir has given you his heart. And my Emerson finds so much joy in having you as an assistant. He loves that Amir has fallen for a boy who fits so well with us and loves to spend time with him assisting with the charities. Every evening he shares with me how hard you worked and how eager you are to learn from him. Do you know how much I would pay just to see him smile? Much much more than anything your family could squander. What good is it to have all the money you could want if you can't keep your loved ones at peace? No, little one, you have caused no trouble at all," he said and kissed my cheek.

"I really like working with Emerson. He's like another father to me and I want to make him proud," I said.

"And you're a very good son, Kasper. A good father doesn't treat his children equally. He gives each one what they need. Your father was too permissive with the boy who needed a strong hand and too harsh with the softer boy who needed a protective guide. Your brother just needs the right push, discipline, and mentoring to get him on the right path. That's the best way to make sure your parents will always be taken care of," Mr. Hamad said. He put a hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb.

I tried to think of something nice to say to that, but it just came out as a yawn. His embrace made me feel better, warmer, sleepier.

Mr. Hamad laughed, "I think it's time for you to go crawl into bed with Amir. He will help you sleep. Don't worry about Kyle. Ali and I have big plans for him. This will be a chance for Ali to show his skills at leadership. Go rest, little one." Mr. Hamad kissed my forehead, rubbed my back, and pointed me back towards the bedrooms.

I found Amir sprawled out on his bed. He hadn't even gotten under the covers. He was holding his phone and raised his head when I opened the door. His face lit up when he saw me.

"Baby boo," he said when I walked in.

"What?" I laughed. That wasn't a pet name he used on me.

"I dunno. I'm so tired and I couldn't sleep. It's so fucking hot in here," Amir wiped the cold sweat off his neck and smoothed it down his muscular brown chest.

"It's freezing. I was so cold last night without you," I whined as I closed the door and padded over to him.

"You missed your Arab fire?" Amir reached for me. I nodded and came to his side. He got off the bed and pulled back the covers then waved a hand for me to crawl in.

"I don't think your dad will make us do that again," I said as Amir slid in next to me. He brought me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. His warmth worked its way into my soul.

"I missed my little freezer boy too... Never again. I promise baby," Amir whispered and kissed my hair as we sank into sleep.

We slept until the afternoon and then just laid in his bed watching a soccer game on his tablet until Emerson knocked on the door and came in with a tray of lunch. He slid in next to us on Amir's bed. I wiggled out from Amir's hold and picked up a slice of apple while the two of them signed back and forth over me.

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For dinner that night it was just me and Amir with Mr. Hamad and Emerson. Mr. Hamad said Kyle and Ali were spending the night in the main house and working on some things. I didn't think much of it and Amir and I got the undivided attention of his fathers. He even brought up the possibility of the two of us going away for a weekend to some island I'd never heard of. We played an Arab game with these tiles that had some kind of ancient script on them after dinner.

It wasn't until dinnertime that next night that I even thought about Kyle. He wasn't at the table and no one brought him up. We shared a big salad and some meat Mr. Hamad grilled. I started to ask about him, but then I didn't. It felt kind of nice just being with them again, and I thought maybe he was somewhere working off his debt.

Emerson was experimenting with the salad dressing because something in it made me feel sneezy. I got up suddenly, with that sinus rush that happens right before the sneeze happens.

"I'm gonna sneeze," I announced and backed away from them. I turned my head just as it was letting loose and sneezed into my elbow. They all stared at me like I was some injured alien.

"Be right back," I sniffled into my elbow, covering what was sure to be a healthy coating. They just nodded and went back to their conversation. I made my way back to Amir's room and into his bathroom to wash up.

When I was coming back I passed Ali's door and heard a noise that sounded like a sniffle with a little whimper like a dog would do when his person leaves. I thought maybe Ali had popped back into his room for something, but then when I looked around the corner I saw the four Hamads sitting at the table eating dinner.

I turned back to look at his door and crept slowly towards it. They didn't have any pets that lived in the house, just some dogs in the main house. I thought maybe I was just hearing things and started to turn back towards the dining area, but then I heard a sound like clanging metal chains and more low whining.

I got closer to Ali's door and curiosity got the better of me. I pushed it open just a little in case there really was a dog in there and it attacked me. He'd left on a lamp by his bed and I didn't see anything so I pushed open the door a little more and heard the whimpering again. Something inside sounded hurt or needy.

"Hello?" I whispered, but got no response. I took a step into the small entryway of his room and scanned the place until my eyes landed on the door to the closet that was cracked slightly. I heard the sound of chains again. It was coming from inside. I felt the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Something was in there.

I walked over to the closet and pulled the door open to find Kyle. My hulking mass of a brother was kneeling with his hands cuffed behind him. He was completely naked except for some kind of leather strap and blindfold around the back of his head and the thin white straps of a jock around his waist with his pale, muscled ass sticking out. His chest and abs had been completely shaven.

"What the fuck?" I whispered. He didn't hear me though. He had a pair of oversized headphones that covered his ears. I put my hand on his shoulder and he shuffled around on his knees to face me. The blindfold covered his eyes and the leather strap around his mouth had an opening in the front with a wide silver ring that kept his mouth open.

He whimpered at my touch. He must have been in pain. I had to get that thing off his mouth. It must have been hurting him. As awful as my brother was, I couldn't see him like this. I reached around to the back of his head and fumbled with the buckle.

The straps fell to the sides of his face, but it was a fight to get that silver ring out of his mouth. I had to wiggle it out and he stretched his jaw wide to help me. It finally popped out and Kyle gasped for air then closed his lips and pressed them together in a wild motion.

"Mmmm," Kyle said and moved his jaw back and forth until it popped.

"Thank you sir," Kyle said. He called me Sir? I realized he didn't know it was me. He was still blindfolded and the headphones left him with muted senses. I could hear a thumping beat come out of them. What was he doing in Ali's closet. The whole thing gave me chills.

"Kasper!" a voice whispered behind me. I jumped back and turned to see Ali standing in his room with me. He put his hands out like he thought I would bolt out of there. He turned and closed his door.

"What the fuck, Ali?" I asked as I looked at him with wild eyes. "That's my brother, dude!"

"I know, Kasper, but keep it down and I'll explain," Ali said. He tried to calm me down while his face seemed to indicate he was searching for what to say.

"He's not in pain. Trust me. He wants this. He needs this," Ali said slowly in a deep whisper.

"No one needs this! Are you insane? That's my brother down there and Oh My God I can see his cock. Why am I seeing his cock?" I whisper-yelled frantically and pointed down between Kyle's knees where he had on a stretchy mesh jockstrap and his cock was half-hard and sliding up his thigh. I noted that his pubic hair was gone as well. They'd taken every hint of manhood.

"Please sir. Please let me cum," Kyle begged and whimpered with pouty lips. He spread his knees and put his tongue out, leaning forward as if searching for something. He really was enjoying this. He was getting off on it.

Ali leaned down and picked up one side of his headphones. "Hush, dog!" He barked at Kyle then let the headphones snap back around his ears. Kyle pressed his lips together, but couldn't hide the smile they formed. He wasn't in pain or resisting, it just looked so strange to me. My hard, jock brother who never would have taken shit from anyone was happy about being hushed and being called a dog.

"Oh fuck, that's... weird... I mean what's going on?" I was having a minor panic-attack. Half of me thought that Ali must be some secret psycho killer, and the other half of me was strangely turned on. I know that sounds horrible. He's my brother, but he's always been a total dick and I'd never seen him so humble, so disgustingly needy. It was like this whole other hidden person I'd never met.

"He chose this, Kasper. He begged for discipline. How kind would it be to let him go on squandering what your family is given? He embarrasses them and will lead them to ruin. He chose this over being sent home and your family cut off from our assistance." Ali spread his hands.

"Who else knows about this? Emerson will freak when he finds out!" I puffed up.

"Dad [What he calls Emerson] does not know. Father [Mr. Hamad] and Amir know. But you and dad were not supposed to find him like this. We protect our... cubs from the darker sides of life. You will not tell him this," Ali explained. Of course they would do that. I was never let in on business things.

There was a knock on Ali's door and then I heard Amir say something in Arabic.

"Yes, he is in here," Ali responded.

"Why did you bring him in here?" Amir demanded angrily. He paid no attention to my handcuffed brother kneeling beside Ali.

"I didn't. He came in on his own and found his brother in the closet," Ali insisted.

"That... guy shouldn't be in the house at all. I thought you were keeping him with Uncle Zaid," Amir retorted as he reached for me.

"Zaid's had him for the past day and a half. He was tired and left for the night. I needed to feed him anyways. I was going to give him the leftovers from dinner," Ali said.

"Fine, fine... but keep it away from my boy," Amir ordered with this fierce growl to his voice I hadn't heard before. He pulled me into him and turned me towards Ali's door. Kyle swayed his head a little, enjoying the beats pumping through the headphones.

"Did you guys drug him..." I started to ask, but Amir nudged me towards the door and rubbed his hand over my chest.

"We must talk. You weren't meant to see that, little one," Amir said. My ears pricked up when he used the term his father called me. His hand felt warm on my shoulder and he stopped me in the hallway to hug me from behind. His muscled chest and racing heart pressed into my back. It eased the anxiety out of me, calmed me from what I'd seen.

"I know, I just..." I started to argue but his lips found my neck and his nose nuzzled into the spot behind my ear. His warm breath rushed over my skin and it eased me.

"We must return to dinner, just for a little while. I'll explain when it's over. I'm sure your brother will be hungry for the leftovers so let's get through this, ok my love?" Amir whispered to me as he walked me towards the dining room, holding me from behind. The low rumble of his voice sent a chill through me. He was becoming his father, expert at soothing a boy. I nodded.

"Everything is ok, little one?" Mr. Hamad said as we came back to the table. I'd lost track of how long I'd been gone, but the two men looked lonely at the table without the rest of us. I couldn't focus much on the conversation. My mind kept flashing back to seeing Kyle restrained, humbled, begging for attention. I wondered what had been done to him... I wondered what it felt like... what I would feel like if Amir did that to me.

"He is alright, father... just a little worn out from the day and his allergies are acting up," Amir covered. "I think we'll turn in early tonight."

Mr. Hamad seemed to buy that. They did insist that we eat a little more before the staff came to clear the dishes. Ali came in and I watched him go back to the staff and say something to them. They put aside some scraps from the dinner. Rather than get a helping from the food we hadn't touched though, they put together the remnants from everyone's plates. I was glad I'd left a good portion on mine. Kyle must have been hungry.

"Where to begin. Ali explained it?" Amir asked when we got back to his room and he closed the door.

"Ali said he chose this and... likes it," I offered. I sat down on the edge of his bed. Amir came up next to me then crawled up into his bed. He put his hands on my ass and dragged me over between his legs.

I laid back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

"That must have been scary for you to see," Amir said and kissed the back of my neck.

"A little, but... Ali said he likes it," I probed.

"He certainly seems to enjoy it... He was so arrogant and sure of himself. Those guys often break a little differently than gentle boys like you," Amir said as he rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand and kissed up my neck.

"What if... what if I was more like... him?" I asked. I turned my face to the side and his fingers touched my lips.

"Then I would have introduced you to Ali," Amir laughed. "Would you have preferred that?" Amir slid his fingers past my lips.

I sucked his fingers in and swirled my tongue around while I thought about it. Amir moved to the side so he could look at me.

"You'd prefer to be... disciplined like your brother?" Amir asked. My lips curled up into a smile around his fingers. Amir raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his lips smiled in intrigue.

"You'd like to be tied up and used for my pleasure?" Amir probed.

"Maybe... I... I don't know," I said as I backed off of his fingers.

"I'm not sure you could handle it." He spoke lightly, swiping a spit-soaked finger over my cheek. "You're too sweet and gentle."

"I can be... dirty too," I protested. Amir brought his hand down my chest, and slid inside the waistband of my shorts. My cock was raging hard, but he bypassed it and went down between my thighs to touch my hole.

"Can you? You can't even last through a simple fuck without your cock spraying all over the place without even touching it," Amir taunted as his teeth found my earlobe and brushed against it. His tongue slid into my ear and sent shivers through me.

"Yeah?" I gasped as his finger pushed into me.

"You already bend so easily to my touch, my commands. Your body can barely stand what I already give it." Amir growled against my ear and my cock throbbed in my shorts, leaking a sticky patch against his wrist.

"You already beg to be touched, and follow my every command." Amir pushed his finger deeper inside and rubbed on that spot that makes my body twist and melt for him.

"Yuh... yes sir," I gasped.

"You really think you need more? You barely handle what I give you now," Amir explained. He put his other hand on my stomach and slid up my t-shirt. He rubbed up my sensitive abs and then his fingers found my right nipple. He pinched and twisted it as his other hand pushed a finger inside me.

"Yes sir," I whimpered under his touch.

"You're already too needy for my cock, needy for your master's touch. You really think you can handle more?" Amir's voice had dropped an octave and I closed my eyes at the sensations that pulsed through me as he worked my body into a frenzy.

"Yah... yes... please... sir," I gasped for air as my cock bounced on its own and my body went weak and buzzed with his electric touch.

And then it stopped. He slid his finger out of me, let go of my nipple, and pushed me away from his chest. I felt suddenly cold, empty.

"Bed, all fours, two minutes," he barked. He hopped off the bed, wiped his finger on my lips and went to his closet. He fished around for a minute then took out one of his jocks from the hamper and threw it at me. He said,"Put this on," and then left the room.

I laid back on the bed for a second; gasping for air and recovering my pulse. My cock was ready to blow at any minute. He had me on the edge. One movement and I'd let it fly, but... he'd left. I stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, sucking in air and feeling my skin glow with warmth. A wave went through me and then a voice in my head reminded me of his instructions, his time limit.

I rolled off the bed and scrambled to my feet. I tore at my shirt and pushed my shorts and briefs off of me. I picked up his jockstrap and put it to my nose. I inhaled it and was filled with a heavy dose of his scent. My cock bounced out and I wanted to touch it, but I knew I'd cum and waste this chance to see what it felt like. I struggled into the jockstrap and got up on the bed.

I heard the door open and then footsteps before it closed. I started to turn around to look at him, see what he'd gone for. Just as I did though, I felt something silky crack against my ass. I jumped a little and yelped.

"Did I tell you to turn around?" Amir barked.

"No sir," I whimpered. I looked at his pillows and waited while I heard him shuffle around behind me then felt his weight on the bed as he crawled on. He grabbed my right wrist and brought it in front of me, stretching it out towards one of the iron bars on the headboard. He pulled it then put my hand against the cold metal and tied a short piece of rope around my wrist, securing it to the rail.

He started to take my other hand, but then paused and leaned down near my left ear.

"When it gets to be too much for your sweet little ass to handle, just say `You were right' and we'll stop," Amir said.

"I can handle it," I assured him. Amir pulled a little too hard on my other wrist and bound it to another railing on the headboard. He tied it securely and then rubbed a hand down my back. It felt kind of nice and I thought he was going to make this easy, but then his hand raised up and came down hard on my ass in rapid swats.

"Uh!" I cried out and lurched forward, pushing on his headboard, banging it against the wall. He gave my ass a gentle rub then raised his hand up except for two finger tips. He made the two fingertips dance around on my right cheek then they slowly walked down to the inside of my thigh.

I laughed when he hit a ticklish spot. The fingers stopped walking and I got another hard smack on my ass. The fingers reappeared on my left thigh and began to walk down again, but this time they were accompanied by Amir humming a slow, creepy tune that sounded vaguely familiar and semi Christmas-y.

"Do do doooo," Amir sang in a slow melody until I realized it was that sugar plum fairy song from the nutcracker. The way he did it was so creepy as the fingers slowly walked down my leg. They got down to my feet and then lightly swiped back and forth, tickling me until I couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. The fingers stopped and he grabbed my ankle in a vice grip, then pulled it down and tied it to a rail at the foot of the bed.

"Ow, man," I whined. His only response was to pull the knot tight and then smack my ass again as he continued on with the creepy tune he was humming. I squirmed to get away from him, and then felt his fingers on my other thigh. He slowly walked them down again, hitting my ticklish spots and making my body jump and shiver. He walked the fingers down to my other ankle and then lunged at it with a hard grip. The dance of the sugar plum fairy would forever be cemented in my head as an S&M song.

"Ah!" I gasped quickly. He was making this hurt. It wasn't super painful, but just enough to shock me out of thinking that he was being the playful loving boy who held me at night and rubbed me to sleep. He was going all in, but I'd asked for that. I was only supporting myself on one knee now, so when he yanked it I fell against the bed and landed on my throbbing cock.

Amir didn't say anything, but he had this short, maniacal chuckle that sent a chill through me. He tied my ankle to the other side of the bed so I was spread out and pulled tightly in four directions. He gave my ass one final rub and then it felt like he got off of the bed.

I waited as I heard him moving around behind me, what sounded like a bottle opening, and then felt a drizzle of lube run down between my cheeks. Something hard and rubbery touched down between my cheeks and pushed the lube around over my hole. I opened up for it, desperate to have Amir play inside me.

"Yeah," I whimpered as it stretched open my ring. I gasped as it went in a little too quickly. Amir was always so careful, so gentle. It pushed in just an inch or two. He gave one last smack to my ass and then silence.

I waited there, wanting to turn my head and see what he was doing but I didn't. There were a few quiet movements and then the door opened again. I wondered if someone else was coming in so I turned my head, but all I saw was the back of Amir and then the lights turn off. He closed the door behind him. I was alone.

The room went deadly silent, and seemed suddenly colder. I realized he hadn't said anything the whole time he'd been tying me up. All he did was hum that tune in slow motion. I wondered where he'd gone. He probably just needed to get some more supplies. I wiggled the plug in my butt. It stretched my ring to just about how it usually felt when his cock was starting to push inside me.

I strained my ears to listen for his footsteps, some kind of noise, anything. I heard nothing for the longest time. My cock was soft now and I wondered if maybe he'd gotten held up by his parents or something. That thought struck horror in me. He hadn't locked the door, had he? What if Emerson was checking in on us and stumbled across me naked, tied-up face down on his son's bed? What if someone walked in and found me like I'd found Kyle.

That got me thinking about Kyle. I wondered what he was up to and if Ali had him tied up to his bed like Amir had done to me. I remembered the look his Kyle's face when I saw him in Ali's room. I couldn't see his eyes because he was blindfolded. But that smile. He seemed so happy like in his submission to the Hamad boys. He was begging to cum, lapping his tongue out searching for a cock.

My brother was into sucking cock. I laughed at that thought. I thought back to the times he'd made fun of me for being into guys. I remembered the times he'd made fun of me and used some super high voice that didn't even sound like me to mock me. And now here he was, just next door, begging for a Hamad cock to play with.

I was getting hard again, but then the overhead air conditioning vent came on and a cold breeze hit me square in the back. Where was Amir? I shivered and grasped for the headboard. It banged lightly against the wall. Why had he left me alone for so long? Was it a minute? Ten? An hour? I lost track. My arms and legs started to ache from the prone position he'd put me in.

I debated calling out for him. Maybe he'd gone somewhere to get something and had hurt himself and couldn't get back to me. What if he was lying outside with a broken leg or a bite from one of the mountain lions that sometimes got into the property? What if he needed help? Should I call out? Mr. Hamad would come and see what was happening. He'd find me naked and tied up in his son's room. He would certainly frown on this. Or would he? Ali had said that he knew what was happening to Kyle. Was he in on it? I knew for certain that he wouldn't get into the kinkier side of it. He was much too committed to Emerson to ever stray.

Another shiver went through me as the air conditioning persisted. It was always so fucking cold in this house. I knew it was designed that way to accommodate the fireburning chests of the brawny Hamad men. It also kept the scrawnier men of the house, me and Emerson, from straying too far from their warm embraces.

I was starting to get scared. This didn't feel right. We were just playing around. He wasn't supposed to leave me here like this. It was supposed to be hot and make me feel like I was his dirty slut toy then we'd both cum really hard and clean up and snuggle in for a good night's sleep. This felt darker, foreign to our love. He was supposed to just be playing around to realize my fantasy, but...

Then it hit me. I'd asked to feel what Kyle was feeling and... he'd warned me. He'd said I couldn't handle it. He'd said that it was too much for me. This wasn't about getting me off. This wasn't about my needs. That's not what Kyle was here for. He was here to be punished, corrected for the money he'd stolen and wasted. He was here to be put in his place. It wasn't some sex vacation for him. The fact that he liked it was irrelevant. The fact that he begged for it was of no consequence to the Hamads. It was for his instruction, this was for mine.

I had asked Amir to be my master, if only for tonight. He wanted me to understand. I was under his protected bubble. I only saw the softer side of the Hamad men. Underneath that was a family of warriors who were ready to defend their empire. People don't get this wealthy, stay this wealthy, without fighting for it. I really was in the middle of the Lion's Den.

The cold air hit my skin again and it was the last I could take.

"No," I heard myself whine and I pulled against the ropes. He'd secured them like a boy scout so it was pretty useless except for making noise with the headboard.

I was alone, cold, and needy. I remembered the safe word he'd told me to use. It wouldn't work of course, no one was here to hear me... but I was desperate to get out of this.

"You were right," I whispered. A shiver went through me again and the ropes began to chafe against my wrists. I winced at the pain and gasped for air.

"You were," I said a little louder, reeling from the pain on my ankles and the cramps setting into my thighs.

"Right?" a voice said back to me from the pitch-black room as I felt a weight press down next to me on the bed. I felt his hand on my back and jumped in surprise. The warmth spread through me quickly as he rubbed his hand over my cold skin.

"You were right, sir," I admitted.

"I know" he whispered as his lips found my ear and kissed it. His hands reached for the ropes and he quickly freed each limb then helped me to sit up. I squirmed with the plug still in my ass. I didn't mind it. I liked feeling filled.

Amir pulled my naked body over to his lap and slowly massages my arms to work out the cramps as his lips kissed my shoulders and neck. I felt his cock hard in his shorts under my ass. I slowly warmed at his touch and my cock awakened in the jockstrap.

"That freaked me out. I thought you'd left... I saw you leave," I whispered as he took care of me.

"I told you not to turn your head. You disobeyed me," Amir explained in a gentle, fatherly tone.

"I got scared," I said.

"Scared? That wasn't even half of what I was going to do," Amir laughed. "You'd have to learn a lot more patient obedience to last as my slave. Even the house staff has to learn how to stand around quietly for more than a few minutes."

"It was just a few minutes?" I asked. It had seemed like an eternity. Amir just laughed again. I squirmed on the thick lump of his cock under me. I looked back at him and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me tightly and he rubbed my chest.

"You used your safe word... so now I get my prize," Amir said as he rubbed a hand down over the pouch of the jockstrap and between my thighs. He spread my legs in his lap to either side of his thighs and gave the plug in my ass a quick swat.

I yelped and jumped a little in his lap, but he had a firm hold on me. He grabbed the handle of the plug and slowly turned it like a screwdriver. I felt little waves of pleasure coming each time it turned and one of the little rivets pressed against my happy spot.

"Up on the bed, all fours again," Amir said and pushed me off his lap. He gave my ass another smack, this one lighter than the ones before. I crawled onto the bed as he stood and peeled off his shirt. He tossed it to the corner and then shucked his shorts. That massive Arab snake came into view and a little saliva escaped my lips. I licked them and swallowed hard as I got up onto the bed.

"This we don't need," he said and pulled the plug from my hole slowly. He brought it around to my lips.

"No! Please," I backed away from it, but he used his free hand to grab a fistful of my hair and push me towards it.

"Maybe I should use it to plug your other end," he said and waved it in front of my nose but then laughed. He set it on the side table and got on the bed behind me, stroking the prime meat my body craved.

"Fuck me sir, please," I begged. My body felt electric under his touch. He leaned over my back, slid his hands up my chest and gripped my nipples. His lips found the back of my neck and he gripped the skin in his teeth like a lion picking up its cub. He shook the skin playfully and growled.

"Oh fuck that's hot," I whimpered under him as I supported us with my hands and knees on the bed. I so wanted to reach for my cock, free it from the jockstrap, but he leaned on me with his heavy, muscular frame, pushing me down into the mattress as his cock started to slide into my hole.

"Oh fuck yeah, that little hungry, hungry hippo hole of yours is latching onto my cock. It knows what it needs, but it tries to take too much. Yeah, boy? Your hungry little hole needs its master's cock?" Amir rumbled against my ear in that deep Arab tone that sends shivers through me.

"Fuck, sir. Fuck your boy. Fuck me," I turned my head to look back at him and his lips slobbered over my cheek as he started to shove inside me, tunneling right past the spots that made my body throb in ecstasy.

"You haven't been a good little slave boy, arguing with your master over what you could handle. Have you, boy?" Amir's voice brought me back to the feeling of being tied alone in the dark. I'd realized how much I needed him, how much he knew me.

"No sir, I was wrong. You were right, sir," I whined.

"Uh oh, that's the safe word, slut-slave," Amir pulled off of me and slid his sweaty cock out of my lubed up hole.

"No, no sir, please. It was an accident," I begged. I turned to see Amir laughing at me.

"Fuck! You're so fucking adorable when you beg," Amir laughed at me. He came back to me and wrapped his arms around me, turning my head back so he could kiss me deeply.

"Mmmm," I agreed with a mouthful of his tongue. He started to slide back inside me, pushing his thick cock up my sensitive canal. Each little push sent a fresh wave of nirvana through me. My body lit up in electric buzz as he filled me.

"I think we'll need a new safeword unless I plan to be wrong about everything," Amir chuckled. He had so much control, even when he was fucking me. I was a sticky, sweaty, sniveling mess under him.

"I love you so much," I confessed as his cock started to slide in and out of me.

"Well that won't work for a safeword... Fuck you feel so good on my pole, baby... We'll think about it later," Amir groaned as he chewed on my ear and plowed my hole. He held me up with one hand across my chest and the other tweaking my nipples as I gasped and teetered on the edge of explosion under him. My cock was still trapped in his old jockstrap, bouncing and throbbing each time he pistoned in and out of me.

"Uhhhh huh," I moaned as my eyes rolled back. The build up was so much more intense this time after being tied, left, and rescued. My body was desperate to please him, desperate to prove I belonged in his arms.

"It's not proper for a slaveboy, but I like your hair this length," Amir said as he gripped my ponytail. He used it as a handle and pulled my head back until I was staring at him upside down.

"Hurts," I mumbled weakly. He smiled down at me and leaned to kiss my forehead.

"Fuck, I don't want to cum too quick. Time for you to do some work," Amir said as he slow-dicked me and wound down.

"Uhhh kay," I mumbled against his shoulder where I'd buried my lips with my head turned to the side.

"C'mon," Amir said. He raised up off the bed and brought me with him. He held me so effortlessly as my legs flailed in the air. Shocked out of my catatonic miasma from his fucking, I felt like I was going to fall as he lifted me up. He sat down on the edge of the bed with me still impaled on half his cock. He spun me around, carefully lifting me so I didn't slide down too far on his cock but also didn't kick him in the face (I'd done that once accidentally).

"There's my boy," Amir smiled as he spun me around on his pipeline. Our eyes met and I put my arms around his shoulders. My feet found the bed on either side of his lap.

"Go easy on it, boy. You know that pussy belongs to me and I won't have you abusing your master's things or there will be consequences," Amir growled in my ear as he leaned into me and kissed my neck. I clasped my hands behind his head and sucked on his neck. I pushed myself up with my feet, but as soon as his cock started to slide out of me, my body told me to slide back down. I needed more of it. He sensed my urgency, rubbed my back, and brought a hand down to my ass to lift me up.

"Please," I begged, I needed more. I needed all of it. I wanted to slide down until my ass rested on his furry sack. I wanted to show him I could do it.

"I warned you, boy. You can't handle it all. I know my boy." Amir said. He let me slide down a little, and gasped as his cock reached new depths.

"Oh fuck...." He gasped then his protective instinct kicked in. "No, no no," he whispered and his hands went down to cup my ass. He raised me back up and then just bounced me a few times as I moaned, whined, begged, and mumbled with my lips pressing into his neck.

"Please," I cried. My body vibrated on his pole as he filled me, lit me up, tuned me in. "Please."

"I know, baby," Amir assured, but he held firm. He let me bounce on his lap but kept me right at the line where he knew I was safe. Our bodies dripped sweat onto each other and my cock throbbed in the pouch as it rubbed against his steel, furry abs.

I was right on the edge for the longest time and then he did the one thing that pushed me over. His teeth sank into my shoulder, that sensitive part right by the neck that makes me melt and do an ugly giggle.

Only this time I did half the weird laugh and then gasped and then nearly unhinged my jaw as I yelled out. My cock shot off like a grenade and I threw my head back, nearly falling before he caught me and steadied me on his pole.

Amir quickly put his lips to mine to quiet me as my body fought for air, my cock fought the jockstrap, and my cum seeped through the fabric and smeared over his abs. I fell against him writhing in uncontrolled orgasm as my balls emptied more seed than I thought they could hold.

"Fuhhh," I whined as he vacuum-sealed his lips to mine so we wouldn't disturb the house. I sucked the life out of him as he bounced me on his cock and steadied me against his chest.

"That's my boy, that's my baby" Amir praised as I collapsed against his chest and shot off the last volley of my cum. His cock always drained me of every ounce of energy I had. He held me against him and started to plow me with intention. He was ready to finish.

"Fuck baby," he whispered in that soft, sweet tone I was used to. It wasn't the harsh master anymore. This was the Amir I'd known before. He dropped everything and focused on his pleasure, his need to seed his boy.

"Here it cums, Oh yeah, fuck," Amir pushed into me and growled this deep animal tone as his teeth found my shoulder again. I felt hot spurts of his seed shoot deep inside me. I whined against his neck as his body twisted and jerked.

"Fuh. Uhhhh," He growled into my skin and muffled his cries as he seeded me, gave my body what it needed. He bounced me in his lap as his hands gripped my flesh, kneaded my cheeks.

"Yes, Oh fuck," I whined. It felt so good to be filled with him. His body hit against mine in uncontrolled jerks as his nuts pulled up and emptied into me.

"Fuck, good pussy," Amir moaned and then collapsed back against his bed. He brought me with him and I collapsed against his chest, gasping for air and feeling his heart pound against my ear.

We laid there in a sweaty, sticky heap, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he held me against his chest and kissed me. I pressed my nose against his and we just stared into each other. He blinked and I felt his lips curl into a smile as the sides of his eyes lifted up with his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," he said and pushed back a few locks of my hair that had escaped the ponytail.

"I love you so much," I told him. I bit my lip until he said it back then we just laid there staring into each other for a few more minutes.

Amir called the house staff to change the bedding and he carried me off to the shower. We washed each other then toweled off until we heard them leave. We came out to find a new blue comforter and sheets. They'd even brought in my stuffed alligator from the other room. I didn't know any of their names, but the staff had learned me. I fell asleep on his chest clutching Mr. Tooth between us. I was glad to be back to normal.

+++

I woke up before Amir did the next morning. I put on a pair of briefs and a white tank top with white shorts before I went out to breakfast. Things felt different this morning. I couldn't quite explain it, but it was like I felt more aware of things than i had before. I saw Mr. Hamad reading his morning news and sipping his coffee. It was a day off for him so he had on a white v-neck shirt that showed his chest hair and over-muscled pecs.

"Good morning, little one," he smiled and pulled out the chair next to his. Emerson was in the kitchen slicing a variety of fruits and putting them into a large bowl. He smiled at me and I gave him a wave.

"Good morning... sir," I always called him sir, but this morning felt like I understood it better. He was the master of the house, the head of his pack. I looked at those deep brown eyes and handsome dark face. I wondered what it had done to protect this family, keep the ones he loved so happy. He was Zeus and Jupiter in human form and I felt a little twist in my stomach as I neared him.

He nodded and sipped his coffee then motioned for me to sit next to him. I must have been smiling awkwardly at him because his brows furrowed as he studied me.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I couldn't explain without weirding him out so i just shook my head and reached for a glass of juice. He put his hand on my arm then.

"What is this? Why are your wrists marked?" he demanded as he reached for my other hand.

"Oh... um," I fumbled for an explanation.

Mr. Hamad suddenly snapped his head up to the room behind me. I turned to see Kyle in sweatpants and a hoodie that was unzipped to show his freshly shaved chest and abs. He had his head bowed and waited in the living room like a statue.

"Come, sit," Mr. Hamad said and pointed to the seat on the other side of me. Kyle slid in beside me and looked over the basket of bread and juices. He started to reach for something, but then he pulled back.

"I should wait for Ali," he whispered to himself in an oddly submissive voice that sounded like escaped internal monologue.

"You are new to this. You can ask my permission if you are hungry. Or if Emerson sets a plate of food in front of you, you are to begin eating it in a civilized manner right away without question. You will thank him for it in sign language and you will smile as if it is the best thing you've ever eaten," Mr. Hamad explained to Kyle. He showed him how to sign `thank you.'

"Yes sir, thank you," Kyle smiled and signed to Mr. Hamad.

Emerson was watching us from the kitchen. He nodded approval and signed back "You're welcome." He brought over the bowl of fruit and set it down on the table. Mr. Hamad reached to touch his cheek with a gentle smile. Emerson went back to the kitchen and turned his back to us. Mr. Hamad's smile faded and he looked between the two of us.

"I don't want this for you," he said and picked up my wrist.

"Hey, mine too!" Kyle chimed in happily and pulled up the sleeves of hoodie to show the rope burns on his wrist. Mine were minor compared to his.

"Quiet, you," Mr. Hamad whispered harshly to him. Kyle pulled his sleeve back down and looked dejected as he reached for a cinnamon bun.

"You, go put a sweatshirt on, something with sleeves. Emerson is not to see that. It should go away shortly. I will speak to my son about marking you," Mr. Hamad turned suddenly harsh on me. I nodded and padded off to Amir's room.

I grabbed his hoodie, the one I sometimes wore when their house was exceptionally cold. I came back to find Kyle eating quietly and Mr. Hamad focused on his news and coffee. It was an odd sight, the two of them. Mr. Hamad sighed in relief when he saw me. Emerson was just coming out with plates of food for us and Ali stumbled out of his room with a yawn.

I headed back towards the breakfast table and Ali caught up with me, put his arm around me and ruffled my hair. He came and sat on the other side of Kyle as Emerson brought out more plates.

Ali settled in and then started playing with his phone. Whatever he was doing seemed to make Kyle randomly jerk and gasp. I could only guess what kind of torture Ali had rigged up. He had a maniacal smile on his lips. He only did it when Emerson had his back turned.

"No toys at the table," Mr. Hamad growled at Ali who quickly put his phone away.

Amir was the last to join us. He came out in a small pair of white shorts and a tight blue tank top. He came right up next to me and kissed my forehead as he pushed back my hair.

"Move," he barked quietly and Kyle flinched. He grabbed his plate and scrambled to the other side of Ali.

Emerson came with a plate of food for Amir. Amir thanked him and rubbed his nose against Emerson's, the traditional Arab greeting. Emerson brought his own plate and settled in between Kyle and Mr. Hamad. He put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and then signed something.

Ali translated, "He's happy to see you fitting in here. He hopes you are comfortable sleeping in my room."

Kyle looked really nervous as he fumbled for a response. He said that he was so grateful to be there and went on about how wonderful everything was until Ali nodded that he could shut up. Ali translated and gave Kyle an approving nod.

We finished our breakfast as a happy family. Mr. Hamad talked about plans for us to go out on a boat for the day. Emerson signed that the staff was putting together a big picnic lunch for us.

"Kyle can help them pack up what we need," Ali chimed in.

"Oh, yes, please!" Kyle chirped.

It was going to be an interesting day....

+++ End +++

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