Kasper's Den

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"Although time may take us into different places I will still be patient with you I hope you know... I won't let go..."

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Part 4

[By Emri]

I shifted away from Amir's protective arm around me. I couldn't raise my head to look his parents in the eyes. They had found us napping together, naked and covered in each other's cum. I wondered which one walked in first, and did he stop the others? And what did they see? Did we have that gross aftersex smell? I had been face down on his chest so his modesty was preserved. But my ass was on full display. They had to have seen me.

We sat there smooshed together on one end of the couch, me and Amir. The three of them were sitting in front of us, a panel. I couldn't look up. I didn't know what to say. This was one of my bigger fuck-ups.

The silence was awkward. Amir took his arm off of me then took my hand in his, our fingers interlaced. He said something to his father in Arabic and then Mr. Hamad answered in that language using a harsh tone. I could tell he was angry. I heard Emerson clear his throat. I looked up to see him staring me down, sizing me up, signing something to his husband. He wanted me out; I could feel it. I had done the unspeakable with his son.

"Kasper," Mr. Hamad started. I looked over at his heavy, brown eyes. "Unfortunately..." he started to say, but I knew what was coming. I'd once again brought problems for their family. The dam on my emotions broke and I felt myself on the edge of tears.

"I'm sorry," I interrupted and choked back the lump in my throat. "Please don't kick me out."

"Kick you out?" Mr. Hamad repeated like he wasn't sure what I meant.

"I just... we got caught up in the... I have nowhere to go... Please... Oh my god... I'm so sorry." I felt my heart beating in my ears and my face flush with embarrassment. I couldn't look at them.

"He's frightened," Ali said and I looked to see he was translating for Emerson, his and Amir's dad. "We scared him. He thinks we are going to hurt him. Assure him!" Emerson wasn't mad at me. I had misunderstood.

"You are scared, little one? Why? No one will hurt you here. You've done nothing to deserve that," Mr. Hamad said incredulously as though I wasn't facing the Hamad firing squad.

He came over to sit by me on the couch. Amir gripped my hand protectively as though his father was going to take me away. Mr. Hamad put his muscled arms around me and squished me against his chest. I turned my head to the side and saw Emerson looking at me with pity.

"I don't have anywhere else to go... Please," I felt my voice crack on the verge of tears.

"Oh little one. There is nothing to be afraid of. You see, Amir? He has no other choice and you took advantage of him. He is worried we will put him out like trash. This is not how we raised you. Forcing yourself on this innocent boy," Mr. Hamad said and a thousand little bolts clicked into place in my head. He faulted Amir for this. My dad, Amir, and now Mr. Hamad; the men in my life thought I was too dumb to make a good choice... or any choice at all.

"I am sorry, father. I..." Amir started to say, but Mr. Hamad cut him off.

"I had to have security follow you! My own son! He called to tell me you had interrupted the show, begun to take your clothes off! On camera! My own son! The shame it brings on our family! I had to call the producers and threaten them again! And then we rush home to find you sleeping naked and happy with him! Your dad had to see that! You said yourself this morning that Kasper is easily persuaded and needed a guide, a father... and you took advantage of him in his state of distress." Mr. Hamad was furious. He rubbed my back like I deserved his comforting. His cologne filled my nose as I struggled for air in his hold.

"It was not his fault, sir. He didn't want to do it. He did it to stop me from getting naked on the show. He told me if I got naked then he would too. He was trying to help me," I tried to explain though my voice was muffled by Mr. Hamad's tight polo shirt.

"And still he defends you... He was too frightened to say no," Mr. Hamad said. He didn't believe what I'd said. Amir started to talk, but Mr. Hamad silenced him.

"It is late, we need to go have dinner before they skip our reservation," Ali translated for Emerson.

"Yes, you boys go wash up while I talk with Amir. Ali, take them down to the restaurant and we will join you shortly," Mr. Hamad said and signed as he let go of me. He was handing off the alpha duties to Ali as though there would be a maze of deadly ninjas on our way to eat.

As I got up though, Mr. Hamad leaned into me and whispered, "Do not worry, Kasper. You always have a place with us. No one will put you out. That is the farthest from my mind."

"Thank you, sir," I said and felt his lips on my cheek. "And please don't be mad at him. He did it to protect me and then... well we... we got lost in the moment. He's so handsome and... perfect"

"My son was raised to be a leader, to think through things and make good choices. He knows this. It is not how we raised him," Mr. Hamad insisted Amir was solely to blame. He rubbed my hair to reinforce that I was not the one he blamed for this. There was no use arguing right now.

I followed Emerson to the bathroom in their room and we washed our hands. He fixed my hair yet I couldn't meet his gaze in the mirror. I could sense he wanted us to talk, but I was too ashamed to look at him. Ali came to walk us down for dinner.

At the restaurant, the host took us back to a small room with a round table set for five. Emerson pointed me to sit by him and then Ali sat on his other side. The waiter brought us glasses of this sparkling water that tasted like cucumbers. It was pretty good. Ali signed with his dad in silence while I sat there and processed what was going on. Emerson kept trying to catch my eyes, offer a reassuring smile. I couldn't believe he didn't hold this against me. We were served salads next and I was just finishing when Mr. Hamad and Amir finally joined us.

Amir came to sit by my side. His eyes were a little red and he looked like he'd faced an inquisition. Mr. Hamad didn't look any happier. He nodded a smile to his husband and leaned over me to kiss him. He took a seat between Amir and Ali. Amir didn't say a word, but he took my hand under the table and held it in his lap while we ate.

The waiter brought in plates of pasta with a pesto chicken and fresh tomatoes. It was delicious, but Amir and I didn't eat much. He kept a tight grip on my hand under the table and rubbed his fingers over mine like he was trying to sign something to me. I had no idea what he wanted to say. He felt so tense.

Mr. Hamad made polite conversation and Ali filled us in on their day at the motorcycle track. I didn't hear a word of it. Something was wrong with Amir, I felt the tension through his grip. He hadn't really said more than a few words since we'd been caught. His father blamed him for all of it. I should have defended him, but Mr. Hamad intimidates the hell out of me.

"You don't like your dinner, Kasper?" Ali asked, translating for Emerson.

"Oh, um. It's very good. I just..." I said awkwardly and Ali translated with an eyeroll. He seemed annoyed, but would never deny his dad's desire to communicate with me. The boys revered their parents above anyone.

"I understand. It's all right, son. Try a few more bites though," Emerson signed while Ali stated.

We finished up dinner. Mr. Hamad and Ali were the only ones who cleaned their plates. We headed back up in a silent elevator, unresolved weirdness hung over us. I certainly wasn't going to be the one to break the tension. Amir held my hand as though I was in danger of wandering away in the small elevator. I didn't mind his sweaty palm against mine.

Amir said something in Arabic and signed it when Mr. Hamad opened the suite door to let us inside. Both Mr. Hamad and Emerson nodded their consent to whatever he'd requested. Amir pulled me through the living room and out to the patio with him. He closed the sliding door behind us and pulled me along silently.

He led me to the bench where we'd sat the night before. He sat down and put one leg up on the bench with the other planted on the floor. He patted the seat between his thighs. I sat and he pulled me back against his chest.

"They're sending me home tomorrow... away from this perfect little neck, these beautiful ears," Amir whispered with sadness as he slid his arms around my chest. He put his chin on my shoulder.

"What? No way! They can't do that. I'll go with you! What about us? What will you do?" I asked as panic rose in my voice. He rubbed my chest and tried to soothe me.

"I'm sorry, Kasper. I wish I could change it... but I have courses starting soon. I was going to be here until next week, but now they want me back home and away from the temptations here. You are a temptation and one that I was blessed to find. I pushed things farther than I should have. I knew you were confused," Amir said solemnly.

"I'm sorry," I offered and put my hands over his as he folded them in my lap.

"No, don't be sorry... father is right. It was my fault. I should have waited with you, made things special. I shouldn't have rushed it. Rushing is something you do when you don't want something long-term. I care for you a great deal, Kasper. I see a future with you. I hope you see the same with me. You make me feel things I've never experienced. You're very special to me. You deserved more," Amir kissed the back of my neck and a wave of heat washed over me.

"You too." I pushed my bottom back between his legs and rubbed against him. I couldn't help myself. He turned me on. I felt a hard lump between his thighs.

"You see? I lose control with you. You are my weakness." Amir breathed a sigh against my ear.

"You're the hottest guy I've ever met. You make my stomach hurt with how sweet you are. I didn't think guys like you existed, especially not ones who were interested in me," I admitted and turned my face to the side. His lips found my cheek and his hands rubbed up my tummy.

"You are beautiful, sweet, innocent. Many men will be after you... I will have a lot of competitors to fight off when we are together," Amir tried to joke.

"This sucks. I don't want to be here without you," I felt like crying again.

"We have time before they come out here. It's our last night together. Let's not be sad. Ok?" Amir reached into his pocket and slid out his phone. He turned it to the camera and started taking selfies of us with me in his arms. We played with some filters on his apps. He made us look like aliens and kings and animals. He took a video of us making goofy faces and posted some for his friends to see. We were perfect together. How could anyone separate us?

He showed me pictures of their compound, the house he shared with his brother and fathers. I saw his uncles and younger cousins. I tried to remember their names when he told me who they were. He lived a very privileged life. He showed me his car, a brand new sports car customized with his name on it in a gold script. I imagined it was real gold. It was like looking inside a celebrity household. I'd never met people who actually lived like that. He really was royalty.

"Soon you will come and see it! You'll meet everyone. I hope you'll like it there. I know everyone will love you... You will love them too," Amir said.

"In Satra? I've never been there. Will they let me come?" I asked.

"Of course! You have a place with us now, my parents said that. They are coming home next week anyways since Ali and I start the new semester. You will come too! Unless you wish to return to your family... I hope you won't," Amir sighed.

"I hadn't thought about it," I said and relaxed against his chest. I honestly didn't know where to go or what to do next. I don't have a clue what I want to do with my life. I told him that.

"Come with us, Kasper! You can be with me while you figure things out. It's a wonderful country with the best people. We have a great university and opportunities for you... and I'll be there. We can take things slow. I'll show you that I can be what you need." Amir glowed.

"You're leaving tomorrow," I whispered and we both went silent. He held me from behind, put his chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck. I turned over in his arms so I could lie between his legs, put my chest against his, my face against his shoulder. He rubbed my back and kissed my hair while we cuddled. I wanted to fall asleep like that with his heart beating against my ear.

We spent the longest time just holding each other as the reality of our parting sank in. I'd give it back if I could, the time we'd spent together this afternoon. It was awesome, but I started to feel sick at the thought that I'd be alone here without him.

"It's time for Kasper to get ready for bed," Mr. Hamad's voice sounded behind us. We jumped a little, neither of us hearing him come out.

"Five more minutes?" I asked in a quiet voice. Amir let go of me and pushed me up for a kiss.

"Go with him. Show them you won't cause trouble," Amir whispered in my ear. I nodded.

"It is late, little one, come. You need your rest." Mr. Hamad offered me his hand and I pushed off of Amir. With all the trouble I'd gotten Amir into, I didn't want to cause more bad feelings. I took Mr. Hamad's hand and let him help me up. I followed him in through the suite and then went off to get ready for bed. Emerson had fresh pajamas for me, a pink long-sleeved shirt and white fleece jogger pants. I knew how to work the shower this time so I didn't need help.

I brushed my teeth and my hair then went to lie down. They had left a new sleeping mask on my pillow. It was grey with green cat eyes and pointy little grey ears on top. Little white whiskers were on either side of the bottom where my nose would go. The room was dark except for a small bedside lamp by their oversized king bed. I crawled into the small bed they'd set up for me and waited to fall asleep.

I laid there for the longest time with my thoughts. What would I do without Amir there? I couldn't go back to the show after we'd walked off. I couldn't even go home because I'd ruined things with Michael and my parents had already said I couldn't live there unless I went to school and worked in their business. I couldn't go back to that after all this. It would be a total failure.

I finally heard Mr. Hamad and Emerson come in. I was laying there tormented by my thoughts. I heard them go into the bathroom and close the door then the shower turned on. I listened to the falling water. Obviously I couldn't hear them talk since they used sign language with each other. I did hear an occasional cough or laugh. I wanted to get ready for bed with Amir, wash him in the shower, slide into bed and be warmed by his arms.

They came out quietly and I heard them settle into bed with a few gentle kisses. Then the room went quiet again. I was no closer to sleep. I pushed up the sleeping mask and saw the light from lamps on either side of their bed. I sat up a little and saw them in bed playing with their electronics. Mr. Hamad had his phone and Emerson was on his tablet. Both of them noticed I was stirring and they looked at me.

"Did we wake you?" Mr. Hamad asked with an inquisitive look. He smiled at the sleeping mask that was pushed up into my hair and added, "That looks so cute on you. Emerson picked out a few for you." Emerson nodded with a laugh.

"I can't sleep," I said and Mr. Hamad signed to translate. I told them all of my anxiety over what would happen to Amir, to me.

Emerson moved over and patted the bed between them. I got out of my warm blanket cocoon and walked towards them. I knelt on the bed and crawled up to the pillows. Emerson lifted the comforter and I slid back into warmth as my body shivered from the cold air of the hotel suite. The Arab men liked things cool.

Emerson put his arm around me and brought me into his side. We are nearly the same size, but he had the comforting hold of a parent. My parents never had that. I remember being very small the last time I'd crawled into their bed and I can't even remember my father comforting me like that. I felt a tinge of jealousy over the kind of warm childhood Amir must have had with them.

Emerson showed me his tablet where he was reading some emails. He swiped over to an app that had two windows, one above the other.

"You're sad about Amir leaving and many other things. You are so young to be so troubled," He typed. It wasn't a question. I reached for the tablet to type a response, but Mr. Hamad said to just talk to it. His words startled me, I didn't realize he had slid up behind me to see our conversation.

"I am. I got him in trouble. I always mess things up. It's why my father didn't seem surprised when you spoke with him. I have no direction in life. I'm not good at anything, and... I get into crazy situations. I always end up ruining things just when they're starting to go well. I'm cursed," I said and watched the words dance across the screen as Emerson nodded in understanding.

"You are not cursed! You are young and just need someone to help you figure things out for yourself. You have us now. I have been in your situation. It's all going to be ok," Emerson typed so quickly, swiping his fingers back and forth in swift motions on the tablet.

"You are a sweet boy trying to find his place in the world. You do not need to rush into things. We are here for you," Mr. Hamad said and his words appeared in the box with mine but in a different color. The app must have sensed the difference in our voices.

"Please don't send Amir home tomorrow. We're just getting to know each other," I begged.

"That is not for bedtime discussion and I've already settled it." Mr. Hamad said harshly. He did not want to talk about it, and seemed sad at what he thought he had to do. I turned to see his strong, bare chest with dark skin and thick black hair. His words on the screen were in all caps. It knew he was angry.

"Yes sir. I really didn't mean to cause trouble," I said and his lips softened into a smile. I was figuring out boundaries with them. Commenting on his parenting choices was not a good move.

"Go to sleep. Things will be better tomorrow." He put his hand to my cheek and then pulled down the sleeping mask over my eyes. He turned me towards Emerson who put his arm around me and brought me face down against his heartbeat. I snuggled into his side and felt Mr. Hamad rub my arm and back.

Mr. Hamad's chest pressed against my back and then I heard the sounds of them exchanging a kiss. His warmth disappeared as he turned back from us. Emerson held me while I fell asleep.

I woke up later in the dark room. Mr. Hamad had carried me back over to my smaller bed and I felt him lay me down and pull the covers over me. I didn't make any noise. I felt his lips against my forehead. He rubbed my chest and then I was out again.

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When I woke up, I went out to find him sitting on the couch in a pair of shorts and tank top. He had the TV on so he didn't hear me quietly open the door from the master bedroom.

He looked tired and sad. He was playing on his phone and deep in thought. My presence didn't register. I sneaked up behind him to see he was putting different filters on a picture of me wearing the cat sleeping mask. He must have sneaked in early when we were all still asleep. He looked at the picture and traced a finger over my face.

I didn't want to disturb his private moment so I quietly backed up a few steps and then yawned a loud "Good morning." He jumped and clicked his phone off. He turned to look at me. I yawned again only that time for real.

"Kasper, you're up!" Amir came over and slid his arms around my waist. He hugged me tightly and lifted me off the carpet. I put my arms around his shoulders and inhaled the slight sweat smell of his warm night. His body pulsed heat and was a welcome touch in the cold room.

"You're leaving today," I mumbled against the soft skin of his neck.

"I am... but let's enjoy the morning. I'm mostly ready so... I had an idea! Let me take you for breakfast. They can make us a picnic! There is a perfect bluff over the water where no one goes." Amir said excitedly.

He sent me to get dressed while he ordered the basket for us. I sneaked back into the bedroom and found Emerson sitting up and reading something on his tablet. I pointed excitedly towards my shirt and then the bathroom. He looked confused. He swiped back to the communication app on his tablet and I typed about the picnic and needing to get dressed. He said he thought it was a great idea and he'd help.

Emerson showed me a small section of the expansive closet with items just for me. I wondered why a hotel suite would have this much storage, but this was a pretty nice place. He grabbed a pair of grey shorts, a thin white tank top, and a grey hoodie for the cool morning. He worked on my hair next and it gave us a chance to talk using his tablet app.

He braided my hair loosely like he'd observed when I came back from the french stylist guy. He told me the one thing he regretted about only having boys was that he couldn't do as much with their hair and Mr. Hamad (He called him "Ali") would never let him grow their hair out much.

I wanted so much to spend hours talking to Emerson. I had so many questions about how he fit in the Arab world and how he even got there. I wanted to know what it was like to give up everything in California and adopt a new family and culture. But Amir was waiting for me.

We went back out through the bedroom and Mr. Hamad was awake. He stopped me and gave me a nose rub and kiss on the cheek like he did to his own boys. He asked why I was already dressed, but Emerson stopped him and waved me forward. He would handle his husband. Mr. Hamad followed us out to the living room and saw Amir dressed and holding a picnic basket. He understood.

"One hour," Mr. Hamad said as he greeted Amir. "Then we have to get ready for your flight."

Amir thanked him and pulled me out of the suite. He had on a crisp blue button-up shirt with dark blue preppy shorts and brown leather loafers. He looked like an Arab version of a private school athlete heading off to the family's yacht. We raced to the elevator and then down to the lobby. He pulled me through and to a side exit of the resort that led to an area where the staff took their smoke breaks.

To the left was a little earthen trail that wound up and around a steep rise. It was a good ten minute hike, but it would be our last one here... together. He held my hand the whole way up until we got to the secluded spot just beyond a thick covering of trees. He held back a branch for me and we were rewarded with a small outcropping surrounded by dense vegetation with a view of the water.

"Wow, this is beautiful," I said as Amir set down the basket and pulled out a thick outdoor blanket with a rubbery underside to spread over the grassy rocks. He knelt down on the blanket and began to unpack the breakfast items. I pounced on him while he was setting down a plastic container of fruit. He laughed and caught me before I could knock him down.

"You attack me? How dare you!" He laughed and tried to tickle me as he brought me down to my knees in front of him. I leaned into his chest and his arms slid around me. His lips went straight for my neck, kissing down to bite at the hem of my t-shirt.

"You make me so hard," I gasped as his hands slide down to cup my ass.

"Fuck... This is exactly why they're sending me home," Amir said as he raised his face to look me in the eyes. I nodded sadly. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. I wasn't even thinking as my hands moved to unbutton his shirt. I pushed it open and leaned in to bite on his hard, brown nipples. He let his shirt slide off his arms and drop to the ground.

"Oh! Fuck!" Amir whined but then pulled back. "No. This is... I want to get to know you. All we talk about is me. I don't even know what you like."

"I like you!" I said and grabbed at the club he had snaking up the side of his shorts. He was totally hard. He grabbed me though and turned me so my back was against his chest. He laid down on the blanket and pulled me with him.

"I know we turn each other on," he growled against my ear. "We were made for each other." He rubbed his hand down my chest as he held me back against him. I laid my head on his bicep.

"So what's the problem?" I asked softly and put my hand on his muscled thigh.

"I want more with you... You're beautiful, so perfect, but I've met lots of beautiful guys. You're different though, there's something special about you. You have this gentle happiness. Whatever happens to you, you just keep on going. And you don't seem impressed with my family's money or position. I feel like you like me for me and I want to know you for you," Amir said and pushed back my hair.

"Ok... but what do you want to know? I'm not super interesting," I laughed.

"Well... like what do you like? Do you have a middle name? What's your last name!? Oh my god I should know that... and what scares you? When's your birthday?" Amir laughed.

"I love music... I like going to concerts. I see Erryn's Wild every time they play LA... My full name is Kasper Adam Lane... I guess I get scared of normal stuff like spiders, small spaces, and carwashes," I said.

"Carwashes scare you? Mine just comes and picks the car up then brings it back," Amir laughed.

"No, not rich people carwashes... normal people ones where you drive through and the big mop thing comes wheeling at your windshield. When I was little, my dad used to pretend it was going to crash through the windshield so he could scare me. I got so freaked out that I pissed in his car. He got mad at me... and I've never been in one since," I said. It wasn't sexy talk.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Kasper Adam Lane... If I say it I'll remember it... I won't ever make you go through a carwash... We will ban them in Satra, and your birthday?" he asked.

"July 14th," I said.

"You're older than me! Mine is October 21st! You were born in `09 too?" Amir asked.

"10," I answered. That made him 9 months older.

"Aww. You just turned 18. Guess I'm not the baby around here anymore," he laughed and cuffed my chin. He'd told me Ali came out a few minutes before he did. He kissed the back of my neck then nibbled on my ear.

"Hey I thought that was off limits," I joked and reached for his cock again.

"Uh well... we should learn about each other. I didn't know you like music. What else do you like? What do you want to do for a career?" He asked and sucked on my earlobe.

"Career? No no no... I'm not really good at anything. I just want to chill for awhile. High school was rough. I barely made it through and now my parents want me to go straight into college. Like for what? So I can struggle through more of what I hated about high school? I'm not school smart. I don't like it." I complained as he slid a hand down between my thighs.

"That's not true, Kasper. You are very smart, but you don't have to go to school if you don't want. You can be my little houseboy if you like," Amir said jokingly, at least I thought he was. The idea didn't sound entirely awful though. He rubbed my bulge and pressed a finger under my nuts.

"Just hang out at home, play video games, and be ready for your every sexual need? Can I do that full time? Does it pay well?" I asked and rubbed his bulge.

"No... Is that what American houseboys do? Oh no, Kasper you'd have to take care of house things and learn how to make food for us and be my support. It is what my dad did, but don't ever call him a houseboy! He will bite you. He took care of us and the home and managed the charities we support. He also helps with the business a little, but he doesn't like the office life. You could be that for me if you choose," Amir said and kissed up my neck as his hands rubbed between my legs. He pressed over my hole and I squirmed excitedly.

"That sounds... ahhh... nice," I said and relaxed under his touch. "But we can still fuck, right?"

"Of course, my heart. I will breed you like a proper cub. We will both do it for each other. I want to give and receive with you," Amir promised.

"Let's get started on that," I said and rubbed my ass against his hard bulge. I turned my face towards him for a kiss. Our lips met and wrestled as he slid me down to lay on my back. He kept one arm around me and the other pressed between my ass cheeks. I raised my knees and spread my legs for him. I wanted him inside me.

"I hate that I have to leave you, little angel. I wish you could come with me today," Amir sighed as our lips parted. He brought the wandering hand up to cup my cheek and looked down at me with those oversized dark eyes and impossibly long lashes.

"Take me with you," I said with more than a hint of begging in my voice. I pressed against his chiseled abs and slid up to tweak his nipples. "Please... I'll be good."

"I wish... I wish... but I can't. We have to be good. My parents must know that you will be a good fit, an obedient boy who will not cause problems. You have to be good for them this week. I can see that they both love you already. They see you are a soft boy who needs a strong family. You are open to learning from them. They are so happy that I found you. Be patient, sweet one," Amir instructed and his hand slid down to my tummy.

He slid up my t-shirt and leaned down to kiss my belly button. He kissed his way up to my nipples. He pushed my shirt up to my chin and I struggled out of it. He bit and sucked on my nipples, taking turns with each one.

"These pretty little pink nips and smooth, white skin... I wish," Amir noted again. He slid a hand down to unbutton my shorts. He made quick work of them and pushed them down along with my briefs. My rock hard cock bounced up and he put his hand around it with a gentle grip.

"Ahh," I whined and his lips kissed down my tummy. He rubbed his nose over my skin as he made his way down to my cock. He rubbed his chin against the tip and then dove to suck it through his lips. His tongue swirled the sensitive tip and my body unleashed a wave of uncontrolled shivers as my neck arched and I gasped for air.

He started to bob up and down on my cock and his right hand cupped my nuts. He pulled them and rubbed his fingers over them with a squeeze as he pushed down on my cock until it hit against his throat. I had a wave of pleasure and pain.

"Huh! Oww!" I tried to slide away from him, but he kept a firm grip on me.

"Sensitive little baby," Amir smirked as he pulled off my cock. He let go of my balls and sat up to push off his shorts and a small pair of black briefs. He pushed them down and over his shoes.

He laid back down opposite of me so we were head to feet. That left his cock inches from my lips. He bucked his hips suggestively and went back to work sucking my cock.

I gripped his thick brown monster and pumped it while I studied him. I'd never been with a darker guy and definitely never been with a guy who didn't seem the least bit gay. Well, except for the fact that he liked dick. I don't have a straight guy fetish, but everything about him awakened this needy little lust-kitten in me. His deep voice, athletic swagger, protective holds; he made every inch of me weak for him.

"Yes, baby... You want that cock? You want it in your little hole?" He groaned as I dove onto his dick. It stretched my lips and hurt my jaw as I started to bounce on it, slurping and sucking him.

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled with my mouth full of him. He stroked my cock and then put his face between my thighs to look at my hole. I spread my legs for him and felt his tongue push against the ring. My body got a sudden jolt of happy when his tongue pushed through and slurped my canal. He darted it in and out then shoved the thick wet monster in as far as he could.

"Uhhhh," I shivered and my chest jumped up as he hit the right spots inside me. He started to wiggle and swirl his tongue inside me, once again proving a level of expertise I had never known.

"Fucking tasty boy hole," He mumbled as his tongue slid out. He kissed at my hole with his lips. His hands went to hold my cheeks and spread them. He poked a finger at my hole as my hard cock thumped against his chest leaving wet spots of precum on his bronze skin.

"Fuck me, please," I begged as the cloud of dazed emotions swept through me. I was desperate to have him inside me. He flipped a primal switch in me that would do anything for his seed.

"No, no," Amir admonished and gave a little spank with two fingers on my hole. I yelped and jumped in pain. "Patient, baby. I don't want to hurt you... Play with my ass," he added.

I grumbled in disappointment, but he raised his right leg off the ground to show me his Arab pucker. Like his cock, it was darker than the rest of his body with a little red around the ring. His body hair was creeping close to it. His father was pretty furry, though I'd never seen him naked. I wondered if Amir would be like that as he aged. I loved it.

"Uhhh Kasper, fuck," he gasped when my tongue pushed inside him. I tried to do it quickly like he'd done to mine. He put a hand to the back of my head, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pushed me deeper into him.

I got so turned on from eating his ass. I was already rock hard, but the feeling of giving him the pleasure he gave me, making him whine and moan for my touch, had me on the edge. He dove back inside my hole too and we laid there in a circle of tongues, holes, and flesh as we pawed at each other and rubbed our bodies together. His thick cock slid against my chest as mine did to his. His fat, hairy balls rested against my chin as our bodies wiggled in sync.

"Mmmm," we moaned together, our mouths stuffed with each other's most intimate parts. He moved his tongue inside me like a professional dancer. I tried to keep up, but I trying to learn expert moves from just feeling the sensations he produced inside me.

My cock rubbed back and forth against his chest, leaving trails of precum. The tip of his cock pushed against my left nipple. I grabbed it with one hand and rubbed it against my smooth chest. Each time I pumped it I got a little more of his salty offering. I let go of his cock and rubbed his precum over my skin.

He pulled his tongue out of me and quickly pushed in a finger to my spit-slicked hole. He rubbed in slow circles to push out and open me. He made my eyes roll back as I kept my tongue inside him and yanked on his cock.

"So good, baby. You are a quick learner. You make me feel good inside. I have to start to open this little pussy to get it ready for me. Do you like this?" Amir asked as his hips bucked against my hand while I gripped his cock. He asked as though I wasn't writhing in pleasure every time he touched me, as though I wasn't completely addicted to his skill.

"Uhhh huhh," I agreed while swirling my tongue around inside him. I wondered if I should finger him like he was doing to me, but he seemed pretty happy with my tongue. He shoved his finger deep inside me and then I felt his lips once again trying to get at my cock. He slurped it in and started to suck me while he fingered my hole. I was so close to finishing, every move he made had me feeling like I was going to burst.

Our bodies slammed together and it sent me towards the edge as my cock rubbed his chest. The soft hair over his strong pecs added just the right texture to bring my kettle to boil. I whined and pulled my tongue from his ass with a loud "Ahhhh!" as my cock started to throb and shoot hot spunk over him.

"Fuck!" I howled as he gripped my cock and pumped it. It pulsed with a mind of its own in his firm grasp as he aimed it towards his face. I looked down to his chiseled, brown jaw get coated in my white, hot swimmers. My body twisted and jerked as I was overcome with it. I completely ignored his needs as I bucked my hips and fucked his grip.

"Yes, baby," he praised as shot after shot of my offering coated his chest, lips, shoulders, ear. I painted him like Jackson Pollock in a lust induced zombie trance. I twisted and jerked in a hard release as he fingered my "pussy" and pumped my cock.

"Ameeeeerr," I whined in my weakened state. He kept pumping me as the well begain to run dry. I had nothing left to give, but my body still shook with aftershocks of my big finish.

"Please," I begged and started to laugh uncontrollably as he continued to pump my cock in his ninja grip. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Stop! Please!" I implored him. He did it three more times and then dove onto my cock with his warm, wet lips. He soothed it as his tongue swirled down the shaft until his chin touched my balls.

"Oh fuck," I laid back on the blanket and gasped with ragged breath. I was spent, conquered, owned. He finally set me free after lapping up the last of my juice. He leaned up to show me the strings of cum over his face and torso. He beamed proudly at the things he could make me feel.

"You look so good with my cum," I laughed when I saw him. He sat up and then came over to me. He leaned down over me and my cum started to drip down.

"Lick me clean, baby boy," he said and I raised up to taste myself on his skin. I slurped up my salty cum. It was thick and strong like I hadn't come in awhile. My body had given its best work, its vintage reserve, to him. I sucked him clean and swallowed my seed.

"That's my boy," he praised and wiped the spit off his chin with the back of his hand.

"You didn't finish," I observed.

"I will. But I need you to know that you always come first. I will always make sure you are taken care of before I consider my own needs. It is what a man does. I am your man," he growled.

"Fuck yeah," I whispered as another shiver escaped me... everything about him made me weak.

"Turn over... please," he said. He pushed gently on my shoulder until I rolled over on my stomach. He got behind me, leaned over me, straddling my legs with his knees. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged me as I cooed.

"You want me to fuck what is mine?" he asked in a low whisper as he leaned down to bite and suck on my ear. I nodded.

"Yes sir," I said. I crossed my arms in front of me on the blanket and rested my head on them. I turned my face to the side so I could look back at him. He was in a pushup position on top of me with his hands on either side of me supporting himself against the blanket. He lowered until his body pressed against me, his thick cock resting between my globes.

"I love this ass. I can be happy the rest of my life just sliding my cock between the cheeks, so firm and milky, so beautiful and perfect. I found my treasure," he said and his body pressed me down against the blanket. He wasn't the lightest of guys, a temple of steel formed into perfect male physique.

"It's ok? Am I hurting you?" he asked when a small whimper escaped my lips.

"No sir," I lied. "I like it." He slid his arms under my chest, pulling me back against him. His hands found my nipples and he twisted them as he started to hump me. His cock slid between my cheeks, the tip poking against the small of my back. He rested on me, but kept some of the pressure on his knees as he started to fuck me from behind.

"I want you inside me," I begged again knowing he wouldn't do it yet. He still thought I was too tight, too fragile. The animal in me wanted him to take me, make it hurt, own what I had to give.

"Shh, baby. I'll take my time with you," he growled as he sped up on my ass. "I will make sure it is the best you've ever felt in your life." He slammed me as he roughly slid his cock over my hole. It made me hard again as his sweat dripped down over my back and neck.

"I love this hair," he opined as he slid one hand out from under my chest and gathered my blonde locks into a ponytail and used it like the reins on a horse. He raised up off of me, easing the pressure, and rode me like a stallion. He sat up, held my hair with one hand and use the other to rub my back and shoulders as his cock slammed against my hole.

"I'm gonna... ahhh cum! Fuck!" Amir yelled.

"Yeah, cum for me. Give me what I beg for," I whined and bucked my ass up against his cock.

"Kasper you're so... I love you," he said and his cum started to spray over my back. He pulled my head back and slid his other hand under my neck as he rubbed his cock over my hole. I felt his body jerk and twist as he came. He cursed and yelled something in Arabic as he playfucked me and hosed me down with his juice.

"Oh baby... feels so... fucking yes," He rambled as he bounced on me. He let go of my neck and I looked back to watch him grip his cock and jerk it as hot white spurts landed over me. His face was screwed up and a little red like he was in distress or deep thought. His lips pursed and he breathed in sharply, releasing with loud moans of pleasure. His oversized Arab eyes bulged as his chest heaved sharp jerks and deep growls.

"Gawd you're hot," I noted as my lips curved into a smile. "So hot."

"Yeah? You liked that?" He said as his eyes closed and his body calmed. He let out one last growl as he gripped his cock tightly and shook out the last of his cum. He walked up on his knees, got off of me and came to present his cock to my lips. I sucked it in, slurping up the remains of his offering. He held my hair again and face-fucked me playfully until I gagged and sputtered on his meat.

"So much cum," he noted. "We will have to share this." He scooped up some of his seed and brought it to my lips. I sucked on his fingers, swallowing his thick white caviar.

"Mmm," I mumbled on his fingers.

"You like my taste? I have more. I will make sure you have your fill. You need my protein to make you strong," Amir laughed. He took his fingers back and scooped up more cum. He fed it to me and then leaned down to lick the rest of it off my back.

"More," I begged. He scooped up the remains of his cum with his tongue and then brought his lips to mine. He pushed his collection into my mouth and I swallowed him eagerly, sucking on his tongue to clean it off. I was full, two loads inside me.

We finished and he laid down next to me. He reached for the picnic basket and pulled out some wet wipes. He used them to clean us and then put them in a little trash bag they'd packed for us.

He brought back a pack of fruit and nuts from the basket. I laid in his arms while we fed each other. I was sure our time was almost up.

"I want you to have something," Amir said as I laid against his chest and listened to his heart race. He reached for the picnic basket and brought it closer. He sat up a little, moving me out of his warm embrace. He looked into the basket and poked around in it until he found what he was looking for.

"I got this for my 13th birthday. It was something dad had made for me and Ali. It's too small for me now, but I bet it'll fit you." He brought out a small, blue velvet pouch and handed it to me. He sat up and I got up to my knees then sat back on my heels. I untied a little gold ribbon. Inside was a gold ring with some squiggly lines engraved along the top.

"It's pretty. What is the design?" I asked and held it with both hands as I tried to make sense of the lines.

"It's my name," Amir said. He rubbed his finger over the top of it as if showing me.

"Is it a puzzle?" I asked, wondering if the design somehow formed letters if you looked at it at an angle. I held it up to the side and squinted.

"No," he laughed. "It's Arabic... my language. You've never seen Arabic? Don't you live in LA?"

"Oh, uh yeah. Of course... I knew that... just kidding," I tried to laugh it off, but Amir was on to me.

"You are the most adorable boy," Amir laughed and pulled me back down to the blanket. He took the ring and slipped it on my finger. "I knew it would fit you perfectly," he beamed.

+++

We made it back to the suite right on time. We had to run and we arrived out of breath. Amir had dropped the picnic basket at the concierge desk on our way in. Mr. Hamad was reading the paper and Ali had left for the gym. Emerson noted my messed up hair with an inscrutable smile. I wondered what his look meant, what he knew.

I looked at Amir who had a blissful smile as he greeted his parents and went off to his room. I followed him, both to use his bathroom and help him pack. I went to freshen up from our time outside and then came out of the bathroom to find him with a large suitcase and stacks of perfectly folded clothes he'd taken from the drawers. I guessed they had the hotel laundry service take care of them.

"You don't have to help me pack. You can just sit and talk to me while I gather things," Amir said when I started sorting a pile of t-shirts by color.

"You said you wanted a houseboy. I thought I'd get started," I laughed. He tossed a pair of pants at me and winked his left eye.

Emerson came in then to see how we were doing. He started to put clothes into Amir's suitcase but then stopped suddenly. He looked between us with surprised and then signed something to Amir. He reached across the suitcase to take my hand and touched where I had on Amir's ring.

"Oh... is he upset?" I asked, unsure of his look.

"No, he says he is happy for us, but father might be upset. He's worried about how we will be apart when I leave today," Amir relayed and signed something back to Emerson, his dad.

"He wants to know if you and I discussed if you are coming back to Satra with them. I said I hope you will. He hopes so too," Amir let me into the conversation. Emerson offered a hopeful smile. I nodded to him. Where else would I go?

We finished packing him up and went to sit in the living room. Mr. Hamad was on a phone call and had his laptop open. He was barking orders in Arabic at someone on the other end of the line. He held up a hand when he saw the four of us, Ali had joined.

"What time's your flight?" I asked Amir. He gave me a strange smile.

"Whenever I get there," he laughed. "I'm the only one on the flight."

Of course he would have his own plane. This family had everything. Mr. Hamad finished his call and then came to sit with us.

"We should go soon," Mr. Hamad said. "Samir will collect you and you should be home in time for dinner." He went over the practicalities as though he wasn't ripping Amir and me apart.

We piled into a large, black Mercedes. I was in the back between the brothers while Mr. Hamad drove us up a straight, flat highway through a sparsely wooded landscape. Amir had his arm across my back with his hand squeezing Ali's shoulder. I leaned against Amir and turned to look at Ali. He had his head leaned back against Amir's hand.

I wondered if he was going to miss Amir too. I realized that I hadn't understood much about their relationship. They were twins. It made sense that they would be very close. I wondered if they had been apart like this before.

Mr. Hamad tried to make happy conversation as we went to the airport. He pointed out landmarks and talked about their time in California, asked me if I'd eaten at some restaurant he liked. He knew my neighborhood, said it was close to where Emerson was from. I tried to answer back pleasantly, but my heart was focused on Amir's departure.

At the airport, Mr. Hamad took us to the gift shop so Amir could buy some gifts to take home for his cousins and friends. I was nosing through the souvenirs and Amir insisted on getting me a stuffed lion with a South African flag in the shape of a heart sewn onto his chest.

We got matching beaded bracelets to wear. He tied mine on my wrist. As he was doing that, Mr. Hamad noticed the ring on my finger with Amir's name. He took my hand and rubbed his finger over the ring then looked at his son with sadness. He said something in Arabic and Amir nodded.

"Don't worry, little one. You will be with him again soon. You have his ring... and his heart," Mr. Hamad assured me.

I nodded and held onto the lion Amir had put in my arms. Amir held my hand while they rang up all the purchases. He'd picked out some carved statues, a few traditional games, and some special candy made on the continent. I got a King Shaka t-shirt.

We met the flight crew in the VIP lounge. Mr. Hamad insisted on reviewing their qualifications and safety information. He looked anxious at sending off his youngest son on his own. I hoped he would reconsider and call it off, but he didn't. I had to let go of Amir while his parents hugged him between their chests. Emerson kissed his cheeks and forehead and looked heartbroken to see him go. When they finished, he and Ali exchanged a long hug and whispered some things to each other. They kissed each other on the cheek and then it was my turn with him.

Amir pulled me into a hug and then gave me a long, deep kiss. He didn't care that his family was there, he lip-wrestled me with urgency and held me tightly in his tight, muscled grip. He squished the stuffed lion between us. No one tried to break us up. They knew he would be gone soon. When he finally did pull back, he looked past me and nodded to his dad.

"I have to go now," he whispered and sucked quickly at my earlobe, his favorite part to nibble.

I backed away from him and felt Mr. Hamad's chest behind me. He put an arm around me and held me back against him. I watched Amir walk off with the crew holding his luggage. I turned into Mr. Hamad's chest and he hugged me, rubbing my back. I felt like someone had punched the air out of me. I finally met the perfect guy who really liked me and he was flying off the continent.

We went to the mall on the way back. Emerson needed to do some shopping. He had me try on clothes while Ali wandered off to check out a sports shop and Mr. Hamad made some phone calls as he kept a watchful eye on us. I was too sad to care about new clothes but also too sad to argue with Emerson or anyone. I played his dress-up doll and let him put me in things he thought I'd need. It seemed to take his mind off things.

Mr. Hamad only intervened when he objected to a shirt Emerson had put me in. It was a white tank top with this mesh panel across the chest. It showed the top half of my nipples. They aren't all that big, but little pink half-moons gave an interesting look to the already somewhat see-through shirt. He set down his phone and signed to his husband as he pointed at my chest. He shook his head in disagreement.

"You are beautiful, Kasper. But if you are to come home with us, you will have to dress less... creatively. In Satra, boys like you are not so free with their bodies, especially if you belong to a family like ours that others look up to. Emerson knows this, perhaps he doesn't plan for you to leave our compound?" Mr. Hamad signed as he spoke.

Emerson looked annoyed and signed to Mr. Hamad who didn't translate, but signed back and spoke, "I know, my love. Of course he can have a say in what he wears, but we want to guide him to choices that will keep him safe and not bring problems. I didn't think to give you those choices when you were his age. I was young and acted without considering your voice."

Emerson signed something else and Mr. Hamad responded, "They will not be going out to dance clubs! Amir will not take him to such places. Kasper is too young and needs better influence. Please, baby." He put his hand on his smaller husband's shoulder and leaned in to touch foreheads with him. They were too much in love to have a real argument.

"It's ok really," I said and put a hand on Emerson's arm. "I think I've had enough attention from men for awhile. I don't usually wear stuff like this. It's just how they dressed me for the show. I love the other things though. You have great style." He nodded in understanding when Mr. Hamad translated.

"A wise decision, Kasper. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," Mr. Hamad said and squeezed my shoulder. I wanted to keep his approval, make it back to Amir. I wondered why Emerson would want me to push his husband's boundaries. I wanted to fit in with them. After that small argument, Emerson chose more conservative things for me. He didn't seem upset that I hadn't backed him up.

Ali joined us for lunch at a grill in the mall. I wasn't hungry and Ali ate most of the spicy grilled chicken they'd ordered for me. I did finish the grilled vegetables. I sat between Ali and Mr. Hamad. I was so quiet that they went back to speaking Arabic and signing with Emerson. It was like they knew that using English would be a waste. I was too zoned out to be offended.

When we got back to the suite, Emerson helped me put away my new clothes. He organized them by what went together and then we did a yoga workout. He typed that it would help me feel less anxiety. Mr. Hamad had to go appear in some filming for his show. I asked him to see if Taj wanted help with English afterwards. He said he would invite him to come spend the evening with us since it would help distract me from my sadness over Amir's departure.

After a hard hour of workout, we laid side-by-side on the mat. Emerson pulled up a flight tracker on his tablet so we could see Amir's plane was over Egypt. It was an 8 hour flight home for him. I didn't realize it was so far away.

"I don't want you falling into the traps I did when I got into this family. I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable." Emerson typed on his tablet.

"I just didn't want to cause a fight. I want to fit in here. Everyone has been so nice to me and I really like Amir. I know how much he respects both of his dads. Your opinions mean everything to him. I don't want him to think I start problems," I said and my words filled the screen. I needed to learn sign language.

"I know he wants a future with you, and I support it. I told him that when I saw his ring on your finger. But you have to have a voice with this family. The Hamad men will run you over without even thinking. They think boys from our culture are weak and need strong men who are fatherly. If I hadn't learned to speak up with Ali Sr., Amir's father, he would have never let me make a choice. Amir is a sweet boy, but he has the conquering instincts of his father. It's who they are. They don't mean to do it. They just assume we are naive and need a strong hand," Emerson typed.

"I'll remember that. I promise. Things are so new though. I don't even know if it will work out. I kind of mess things up and guys who look like Amir don't usually go for guys who look like me," I laughed but Emerson looked at me with confusion.

"Why do you think you're such a terrible person? I think you are very sweet and will be good for him. I've never seen him light up over someone like he has with you. I wouldn't worry too much about him liking you. He's had a lot of boys after him, he knows what he likes and I can tell he wants something genuine with you," Emerson typed.

"I hope so," I said and laid back on the mat and nodded off. His workouts wear me out.

When I woke up, Mr. Hamad was coming out of the bathroom wearing workout clothes. His tight tank top showed off his proud chest and hard worked muscles. I always felt dirty when I saw him like that. He looked like an aging action star who was determined to keep his edge.

"I'm heading down to the gym. Are you going to nap all day?" He joked. I yawned up at him and he came to sit next to me on the floor.

"Maybe I'll just sleep until it's time to see Amir." I said without thinking.

"Oh," He said thoughtfully and put his hand on my chest. "I know he feels sad right now as well."

"It's ok. I know he needs to focus on school," I said to assure Mr. Hamad I supported his decision.

"Yes, he will focus... Come to the gym with me so we can talk," he said with a serious tone.

I followed him out. We went down the elevator to the resort gym. It was deserted. I guessed most of the tourists came for the weekend or during the summer months. We got on treadmills and I walked while he did his warmup run. His muscles flexed as he bounced on the treadmill, quickly working up to a high speed. There was some day talk show on the gym TV, but the sound was turned down.

"Ok," Mr. Hamad said as he slowed to do a quick cool down. He'd run for a solid ten minutes and sweat was pouring down his adonis physique. It only added to his allure. He was a beautiful man.

"Kasper, the show needs an ending with you. They want you to go tomorrow to film the ending scene where the main guy... I forget his name. He has to reject you so you can have a proper goodbye. Obviously they cannot show the scene with Amir and his taking you away. They agreed to cut it and delete the footage if you will just go for the filming of the ceremony," Mr. Hamad said as though I had a choice.

I'd forgotten all about that stupid show. I had so much to think about and it was the farthest from my mind. I'd go though. I'd do anything to protect the family who embraced me.

"Ok... sure. I can do that," I said. Mr. Hamad breathed a sigh of relief like he was unsure I'd put myself out there for them.

"I will be there to ensure you are treated well. I don't want any more mishaps with this show. It has cost us enough in troubles," Mr. Hamad said as he slowed to a gentle walk.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to get everyone involved," I lamented.

"No... It brought you to us. I am grateful for that. I know my son is grateful too. He worships you. I have never seen him so distraught over someone. He will be upset to know you are going back, but I will make sure it goes well and goes quickly," Mr. Hamad said. He turned off the treadmill and we moved over to the weights.

He picked up two heavy weights and began to go through a well-rehearsed dance with them, stretching and lifting in different angles as he breathed loud sighs. I picked up some smaller ones and started to mimic him as though I regularly did this. Usually when I went to the gym I'd just watch the hot muscle guys do this and fantasize over them.

"Kasper, don't hurt yourself! Here, little one. Let me show you," Mr. Hamad laughed at my attempts. He came behind me, his sweaty chest pressed against my back. He put his hands to support my arms and helped me lift correctly. I laughed when he touched ticklish parts. I turned my face to inhale the deep man scent of the sweaty muscle cage that held me. He was so gentle with me. I don't remember a single move he showed me.

"You're really good at this. I never had a trainer," I said, praising his attempts.

"You will learn. We run a healthy home. Amir will show you a good routine though you don't need it. You have a tight little body with good toning. There is no need to bulk up. Enjoy being a boy as long as you can. My Emi only does cardio and his yoga. He is more beautiful than anyone," Mr. Hamad said. He deeply loved his husband. His heart was cemented in the deaf man's hands.

"I hope I'm as good as him someday. He can do positions I didn't think were possible," I said.

"He is perfection. I only work out this hard to make sure I am worthy of him," Mr. Hamad glowed.

He let go of me then and went to finish his sets. I got a bottle of water from the gym fridge and sat to watch him. I put the cold bottle between my legs to keep my erection at bay. We headed upstairs and took showers to dress for the evening. He used the twins' bathroom and let me have the main one.

Emerson set out a plain blue t-shirt, yellow briefs, and jean shorts for me. We would be dining in the suite. I put my hair up in a little bun and came out of the room to find Taj waiting with his English texts. Ali was helping him while they sipped iced tea. Ali seemed to look up to the older boy. He engaged him in ways he never did with me. He wasn't interested in me. I belonged to his brother. With Taj he had a friend, a straight boy with interest in sports and cars.

"Kasper!" Taj said excitedly and rose to greet me. He pulled me in for a hug and I smelled his overpowering cologne. He wore a white polo shirt that showed his strong chest and clung to his chiseled abs. It was tucked into khaki pants that framed his bubbled ass and full, soft cock perfectly. I was in an endless sea of perfect men yet mine was now a thousand miles away.

Ali looked nice too. He had on a black tank top and satiny basketball shorts, both showcasing his healthy, athletic physique. He pretended like he was happy to see me. I joined them at the dining table and we worked through business terms. Taj had to learn the different parts and supplies of an office. Mr. Hamad took interest too and we all sat around the table helping him.

"I am so fortunate to have so many wonderful English teachers. My professor in the kingdom was not the best. I hope someday I can be as good with my accent as you so I can help your business, sir," Taj said to Mr. Hamad. Mr. Hamad puffed up at the compliment.

"Your English is just fine. I know you will fit in well with my work. I have many deals coming up with your people. I'm sure you will be a great asset," Mr. Hamad said.

"Wait! Does that mean you're hiring him?" I asked excitedly.

"Kasper, we can no presume. The show still has many weeks before the final rounds," Taj said.

"But Taj is great! He's a really good guy. You have to get him!" I interjected.

"I know he is. He is a man of honor and integrity. Whatever happens with the show, I hope he will come work for me," Mr. Hamad said slyly, casually dropping a major bombshell.

"Of course, sir! It mean the world to me! My fiancee will be so happy! I know you will love her! She hope to study at your university if I got the job. She is very beautiful and brilliance," Taj said with wide eyes. His dreams were going to come true. No one deserved it more.

"You must bring her then. I have a new condo building nearing completion close to both my office tower and a few blocks from the university. I will reserve a home just for you with enough rooms for a future family," Mr. Hamad said.

"Oh sir! I... You don't know what this means to me! I won't let you down," Taj was on the edge of tears as he spoke. The biggest smile was plastered across his lips. I put my hand on his shoulder. He pulled me in for a hug and gave a series of kisses to my forehead.

Taj could barely contain himself through dinner. Mr. Hamad offered his phone so he could call his fiancee and tell her the news. He went to the patio to call her and when he came back in there were a few tears in his eyes. Emerson had a feast delivered for dinner. I didn't eat much. He kept trying to push me towards more food, but I was anxious for Amir to land and get home so we could talk.

Emerson set up the FaceTime on his tablet when Amir was home to talk. He signed with his son for a few minutes before leaving to give us privacy. Amir looked exhausted. I was too. I told him about my day while he leaned back on his bed. He showed me around his room. It was a dark blue and filled with signs of a privileged childhood. He had pictures, trophies, souvenirs of world travels. Everything was spotlessly clean like the set of a tv show.

"I miss you, baby. I ache to hold you again," he said as he slipped off his t-shirt and laid back against the pillows. His rippled chest drew my attention as I told him about my conversation with his father.

"What?" He yelled and sat up with alarm. "Back to the show? No! I forbid it! You will not do this! They will find a way to use you again. It's not safe, Kasper. You will not go back there!"

"I have to. Your father will be there to make sure it goes well. They need an ending and I don't want them using the footage of you. I have to protect you," I said.

"I protect YOU, sweet boy! You do not protect me. It is my honor to look out for you. What kind of dog has his boy put himself out there to defend his honor? No. It's not how this works," Amir fumed.

"Maybe we can both protect each other. I thought you wanted us to be equal. Your father won't let anything bad happen to me. It will be quick and then we'll be done with the whole stupid mess. I caused problems for your family. I owe you all this much," I said.

Amir wasn't happy, but he knew ultimately his father would make sure it worked out. He wouldn't let me fall into a trap.

Mr. Hamad interrupted us before we could argue much more. He said it was time to get ready for bed. I went to say goodnight to Taj and then put on my pajamas while the two of them talked.

Emerson gave me a long-sleeved white thermal shirt with matching pajama pants to sleep in. I went to hug Taj goodnight and saw him out. He was still beaming from the job announcement. I came back to find Mr. Hamad finishing up with Amir. He let me talk to him for a few more minutes and then said it was time for sleep.

"I miss you so much, my heart. I felt sick when we landed and I realized we are on different continents. I hate this. Promise you'll come to me. Please baby," Amir sighed.

"Don't get him excited before bedtime. He needs calm," Mr. Hamad warned. "Say goodnight." I said goodnight to Amir and he wished me good dreams. I watched his face disappear.

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The next morning we ate breakfast together and then Mr. Hamad walked me to the filming house. I watched as he did a few scenes for his show. He had to judge their latest business projects and he broke up an argument between two guys fighting about stealing ideas from each other. He threatened to send them both home unless they could assure him they would work on building their integrity and business etiquette. It was pretty mild compared to my show, End of the Rainbow. No one called each other a bitch or tossed a drink.

He finished up his scenes and then delivered me to the french stylist in the wardrobe area. The stylist looked sad that it would be my last day on the show.

"Kas-pair," he said in his heavy accent. "Zshoo were my fah-voreet boy to dress. I do not do the bulky mens. You have the perfect physique of a classic boy. Not the flabby bones of today's youth. You were always my masterpiece!"

He dressed his masterpiece, me, in a skinny suit. It was a white button-up shirt open at the top with an untied pink tie draped around my neck. The pants were a satiny grey and the coat was this floral pattern. He slicked back my hair with gel and put it in a tight bun at the back secured by a tiny black rose. It was a funeral for my appearance on the show.

Mr. Hamad liked my look. He lead me to the set and took a seat behind the production's chairs. He did some work on his phone while I waited for filming. The other contestants came out and barely regarded my presence. Everyone was dressed in suits and ready for the ceremony. I had no idea what would happen since I'd missed out on things recently. I felt so disconnected to this show. I just wanted to get through it.

We were herded into a stand like some sort of gay choir. We weren't in the filming house. They'd built a small set in the warehouse so it looked like it was nighttime even though it was early afternoon. There were a few large potted plants they wheeled in to look like an outdoor area.

The cameras rolled and some dramatic music played while we all stood there looking solemn. Niles came out and we all made little gasps and "ooh" noises to show how "hot" he was. I played along to blend in.

"Welcome to the ceremony," Niles began as he stood before us in a crisp blue suit. "As you know, each week I have to send one of you home. This is so difficult for me. I've come to love and adore each of you. You all have special places in my heart."

"My first selection," he said and then paused for dramatic music. "Is Jason. Please step forward."

Jason came up. He was a muscled blonde guy of similar stature to Niles. Niles pulled out a small ringbox and asked Jason to open it and find his fate. Jason paused for dramatic effect. He looked nervous which was pretty dumb since the first guy called wouldn't get eliminated.

Jason opened the box to find a thin, black plastic package. He held it up excitedly and flashed it for us.

"I hope you'll stay and I hope we can use this together," Niles said. He took the packaged from Jason and slid it into the front of his pants. It was a wrapped condom. How tacky. I looked over at Mr. Hamad who was sitting quietly. He raised an eyebrow at me to show his displeasure. But we both knew I was getting eliminated. I wouldn't get a condom.

Niles kissed Jason and then sent him off to the afterparty. He called the next contestant and repeated this. He went through five other guys and then it was down to me and two guys whose names escaped me.

"Kasper. Please come forward," Niles asked. I tried to look nervous with expectation. This was it. I stood before him and we stared at each other down. He smiled warmly, but his eyes held contempt. I wanted this over with quickly.

"Kasper we've had our ups and downs. You've cause a lot of drama here, but I believe you really do care for me. Please accept this box," he said and handed me a ringbox. I was surprised he didn't open it covertly to make sure it wasn't a winner.

I took it and nodded with a "Thank you." I paused for the director's sign. He finally pointed at me with a fierce wave. I opened the box and there was a small emoji sticker with a frown. Niles took it from the box, peeled it off, and stuck it to my chest.

"I'm sorry Kasper. I have to send you home. I can't be with someone who treats everyone else with such disrespect. I know you're young, but you have a lot of growing up to do. I hope you can use this as an opportunity to grow and be a better person," Niles said.

"I will," I assured. We hugged and then I handed him his empty box. I was done. I walked away and a weight was lifted off me.

Michael gave me the nod to say I could go. We didn't say a word to each other and he looked back towards the show as if I was dead and gone. Mr. Hamad would make sure this was wrapped up. I went straight for him and he pulled me in for a hug. He peeled the sticker off my chest and wadded it up to toss in the nearest trash bin.

"Let's go, Kasper. This is done," he said. He held my hand and led me around the stage. I noticed the contestants at their "after party." They were all watching us with the majority staring hungrily at Mr. Hamad. If he was the main guy, they'd really be competing for more than just television airtime. Niles looked a little sad, but I'm sure he was relieved to see me go.

I felt a sigh of relief as he gripped my hand and led me away. I changed out of the suit and left it with the stylist. He gave me a few last outfits he'd put aside for me and now we wouldn't use them for the show.

He put me in a red tank top and these ripped grey jeans. I took Mr. Hamad's hand again and left. I was excited to finish this week and then go see Amir. I'd hang out in Satra while I figured out what to do next. I was missing my family and California.

I'd use this breathing room and things would be better when I went home. My parents would forget about the trouble I'd caused and they'd probably forget about their ultimatums on me. Things were going to be better and maybe Amir would want to come home to LA with me.

Things were looking up. I squeezed Mr. Hamad's hand and he squeezed mine back, his strong grip letting me know everything would be ok.

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