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-+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+-
.-'[Part 9]'-.
"All right then, Link?" Bren asked as he came to sit by me on the ledge of the hot tub against the wall with a towel of his own. The cool tile felt nice against my warm skin. I looked up and saw Kamal and Samir had left us. Bren smiled at me hopefully.
"Sorry I got you in trouble. I didn't mean to do that," I said.
"No worries, Link. Kamal said you had questions for me. Fire away," Bren raised an eyebrow towards me with a shameless grin as he settled in next to me and laid back.
"How'd you get here? I mean, no offense, but you don't seem like... I mean I'm not either, but... " I started and fumbled for words.
"Like the type of bloke who submits to a middle-aged Arabian?" Bren laughed.
"Well... yeah. I mean I'm not even sure how I got into all this, much less you... You seem so... ," I started babbling on. It reminded me of the first few days in Samir's office when he always accused me of "blubbering" when I used a lot of words that didn't get to any sort of point.
Bren raised a hand to signal I should chill.
"Well it wasn't something I sought," he started, "It was... 5 years ago? Yeah 5, wow. I... I was a second year at the Uni back in Melbourne. They don't let you major in football so I'd settled on sports therapy. My father, brothers, uncles, all played football.
One of my brothers plays for a club in Argentina now. It's in me blood for sure. I took to training for side money, one of the poshie gyms with blokes more there to look good than do anything.
I'd get orders sometimes for the fancy hotels near the water, mostly old gays who just liked to watch me workout in their rooms or the gyms in the private suites. I wasn't into it back then but the money was a spot better than what I'd get with regular clients. So I'd go in a pair of shorts, stretch, lift, jog, whatever they wanted and leave with a good chunk of change down my shorts.
I didn't do none of the gay stuff, mind ya. I didn't even show me snag most times, didn't have to. If they wanted, I'd show them what to do for serious workout, but most just wanted a wank while they watched.
One night I got booked by Mr. Kamal here. He had the top floor suite. I'd never been up there! The views! The suite was huge with terraces all around like this one. He had a private gym setup with the latest in everything. He wasn't gay, not like the usual. I could tell from the start he wanted a serious workout. His eyes didn't wander from my own unless he was studying my form.
He listened to me and let me show him what I know, though he already seemed to know most of what I could teach him. I felt comfortable with him and actually embarrassed about taking clients who just want to watch my body. Training with someone who wanted to learn was what I really love doing.
We did a hard workout, challenged each other. He kept up with me well enough and then we settled in with detox juice and watched a match. We yabbered on all night about rugby, he knows loads of players! He's been to matches all over the world. He gave a nice tip when I left and I found a few hundred more in my back pocket when I got home.
Next night he calls direct to my mobile. I begged off two clients to make it back up to him. I needed the money, but it was more than that. I told him he'd already paid me enough for a week's worth, but he insisted on giving me the same amount again. I didn't understand it myself, the way I felt with him. Just knew I wanted to do that again.
He was ready to go and remembered the things I showed him. We went through the routine again only this time he more than kept up and wanted to do more. He's surprisingly strong for a man his age. He takes good care of his body... and mine as well.
We spent the next week working out every night and then talking and chilling until late into the night. He knows so much about the world and has seen everything. He had connections and even talked about getting me internships with some European clubs. It was the first client I'd found who was interested in my future instead of my body. Conversations with him came so easily and I never left with fewer than 3 hundreds in my pocket.
One night he invited me out for dinner. We took a jet, a fucking jet, Link! We met up with Lito Carranza, a huge player for the club in Sydney. We had a private room up above the restaurant and his people were there. He treated Kamal like he was his mentor or something. I was blissed out of my head excited! I don't think I stopped smiling the whole night and Kamal talked to him about me and my goals.
Lito said he would get me in with his friends in Melbourne for some interning. It was huge! I talked the whole flight home about it and Kamal acted like it was just a regular night with friends. He laughed at how excited I was. He said it was interesting to watch a night through my eyes with everything so new and exciting.
Then Sunday came and I was halfway over there and pumped for our regular appointment when he phoned me to cancel. He had business in Paris and had to leave straight on. He said he would be back the next week and to keep the lift pass up to the top floor since he always booked that suite.
And there I was in my home city that seemed suddenly foreign without him. I didn't understand why it upset me so much. I phoned a girl I had been shagging and I went over to hang out. I had skipped on her the whole week and she was pissed at first but c'mon, no one can resist me for too long.
But it all felt weird. I didn't understand it really at the time, but he was in my head and it fucked everything up. She had good hash and smoked me out, but I started hearing Mr. Kamal in my head talking about how bad that stuff is for you when you're on a good plan. We had a goal with our workouts and we made a diet plan with no alcohol or anything, total straight edge.
We started making out, and I was really getting into it... at first. But again he popped in my head. He was looking at me with amusement like, `This is what you really want?' I could smell the difference too. His sweat, the cologne he wore, it made her smell all wrong. It was like something inside me had turned. I wasn't this guy anymore.
It got worse when she wanted me to fuck her. I was getting pissed. I knew Kamal had done something to me. She kept trying with me and I kept switching my focus between what she was doing and him in my head. I was watching him stretch, lift, felt his hand on my shoulder. I didn't get it, but it got me so hard. She thought she'd succeeded and then I fucked her. It was quick, it was awkward. She seemed ok with it.
I didn't hear from him for a few days and my life started to go back to routine. I thought it was done with, and I didn't take any of the gay clients for fear he'd sneak back in my head. I cleared my brain of him. I was even getting along better with the girl. We'd been friends since childhood. Things went back to normal.
And then a week later out of nowhere, he just texted and said he had been back in town and needed a good workout night. I was so torn. I had finally started getting back to normal and he just popped up again. It fucked with my head so bad I went out with mates to the pub and got shitfaced.
It didn't work though, it just made his memory flood back into me. I kept checking my phone and I must have started to answer his text a thousand times.
I fought with it and drank and fought more. And then I went black, found myself in the lift at his hotel. I'd never taken the key out of my wallet from the last time I was up there. It was the private lift that only goes to the top floor suite, his suite. I stood there for the longest time debating. Did I go up and give in or go back home and sleep it off and force my way back to normal.
The elevator made the decision for me. The doors closed and I started going up. I started to push the down button in panic, but it was already too late. Kamal's face appeared on the screen over the up button.
`It's late, Bren,' he looked sleepy but flashed that barely-there grin that left me unsure if he was amused or annoyed.
`Aye, yeah nah I lost track of time. I can go for home if ye want,' I told him and peered around to see if there was a camera and he could see me too.
He just laughed at me and observed, `You're drunk, come on up.'
`Yeah nah, just well sure if... if you have the time,' I fumbled with my words and then the screen went blank and the elevator stopped. I pushed back my hair and wiped at my face, needing to wake up a little. The elevator opened to a small lobby across from the one door, his door. It was cracked open for me and I pushed at it with a light knock.
He was there on the couch wearing just a thin, white robe and a drink of his own, whiskey or bourbon or something that colour. Kamal closed his laptop and took off his reading glasses and folded them on the table. He looked over at me with that same unreadable smile again.
`Come, boy,' he said and beckoned me toward the couch. He laid back and stretched a little causing the robe to open and show some of his dark, hairy chest. He's never been overly muscled, but he's broad and built.
`What did you come for, Bren?' he looked at me with amusement like a puzzle he'd already solved.
Dunno, mate... uh, sir,' I really didn't. Got your text and... and... I needed...'
Kamal took a swig of his drink and laughed. He laughed and in my drunken haze I did too.
`What did you need, Bren?' He put an arm behind me on the couch.
`Honestly... I don't understand it...I... don't get it,' I looked down and then felt his other hand cup my cheek. He rubbed it gently but his warm, rough hand sent a chill through me.
`You needed this,' he said assuringly. He turned my face to his and then took his hand away to slowly open his robe. He put a finger to my lips and turned my face down to his body.
I watched as the robe slid open slowly to reveal a toned, hairy chest. It started like a forest between his pecs and then mirrored out over his pecs and trailed down his abs. I knew he was toned from the fitted shirts he wore when we worked out, but the splay of trimmed, black hair added to his definition.
The white fabric slid away against his almond skin to reveal a full bush of black pubes punctuated by a thick brown shaft that laid against his right thigh. As the robe slid open, the shaft just kept going and going as my eyes widened.
It was honestly the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It just laid there between his thighs like a fat brown arm with a big head at the end. I'd seen loads of cock around the locker rooms, but never one that big. I stared at it, gobsmacked and hungry. A primal need activated in my brain like it had been there all along. I needed it.
This is what you came for,' he said and shook it. This is what you needed,' he flopped it across his thigh with a loud thud as I nodded in hypnotic affirmation.
I'd never sucked a cock or even wanted to before in my life, but I instinctively dropped to the floor and crawled between his legs. It felt right, like this is what had been missing. He was in control and he knew it. He looked down and saw my desperation for it. He knew he had me hooked from that moment on.
He pulled it up and away from me as I stuck out my tongue hopefully.
`You ready to taste a real man?' he asked with a serious look like he was about to knight me or something.
`Yes sir,' I said and heard this little whimper escape my throat. He gripped it and I watched it grow and thicken even more. He wagged it in front of my face and I felt a little dizzy as my eyes followed it. It was dark and cut but a work of art. I licked my lips and looked up at him hungrily. He was staring down at me and his face softened into amusement again.
You white boys are all the same,' he shook his head with an incredulous laugh. Tough as can be until you meet a real man. Then you turn to whimpering little boys.'
`Yes sir, please sir,' I whined like a bitch. He laughed at that and smacked the fat tip of it against my forehead.
You're drunk, Bren. You can't handle this tonight,' he got serious again and there was a growl to his voice. You're a drunk little soft cock, aren't you?'
`No sir, I've never... I have a girlfriend,' I protested, wrestling with my pride.
`And yet you came here to beg for a man's cock,' he observed and wagged the beast in front of me.
`Aye,' I whispered and nodded sadly. I let my eyes fall down to his nuts, full and resting against the couch. My nose was an inch away and I inhaled his musk, sweat, power.
`It's ok boy, nothing to feel shame about. Better men than you have knelt for me,' I felt his hand on my head, his fingers lacing around my hair. He pulled at it and brought my eyes to his.
`Then let's do what you came for; what you were made for,' he said as though he were doing me a favor... he was. He lifted me up by the hair until my lips were at the head of his cock. He pushed me down on it and I spread my lips and sucked in the head as it stuffed my mouth.
`That's it, boy. Do what you were born for, worship that cock. That's a good boy,' he hissed as he pushed me down and the thick snake started to choke me. I whined with my mouth stuffed and tried to squirm away but he pet my hair soothingly and praised my efforts.
`Fuck, boy. You want daddy's meat. Your little pink lips tremble for it. You will work for your reward,' he whispered down to me as he pushed into me deeper. I felt his other hand wrap around my neck and massage my throat. He knew where to put pressure and I felt my jaw relax as his cock worked towards my throat.
It slid in easier then and for some reason having my hair pulled and my throat massaged had me raging hard under his control. Until he got too far. I started choking up bad, gagging, spilling spit down his cock and all over the couch. I started tearing up and struggling, but he kept me firmly there. He stopped pressing into me then and just held it there and pressed on my neck until it started to feel ok.
He was leaned down then and whispered encouragement to me, `You can do it, Bren. You can learn this. Your body isn't used to an Arab but it will warm to it until nothing else satisfies your needy little throat. Keep trying, baby. You got this,' he told me. He let go of my hair then and rubbed my back, calming me down between his strong, hairy thighs.
He kept at it like that, alternating between rough and sweet, coach and master, papa and lover. I got his cock halfway in me then and he started to slide it in and out just an inch or so. I'd never felt such a desire to please someone else. I wasn't even aware of what my own cock was doing, rock hard but unimpressive down in my shorts.
When he started to force me up and down on him I suddenly felt my body tense up and convulse. It was like a wet dream where it just happens. And he knew. He knew what was happening to me. He leaned down again and bit down on my ear which released this flood of emotions through me as my body shook and I moaned helplessly with his cock stuffed down my throat.
`Yes baby, your body is awakening to its new master, to what it was made for. You are a natural,' he praised me and rubbed my neck again as he chewed and kissed my ear and I filled my briefs with cum. I didn't even touch it! I didn't have to. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever done. He used my hazy state to ram deeper into me, putting his tip in my throat as tears, spit, and snot rolled down my face.
He pulled my head back to meet his eyes and he wiped at my face and smiled encouragement. I hadn't even realized his hand was out of my hair and I was now bobbing on his cock on my own. My body needed his pleasure and it powered me on. He held my face so my eyes were locked on his.
Look at me,' he growled, keep your eyes on your master.' He over-enunciated each word as he had a slightly pained look in his eyes, that look that says his cock is ready to go at any minute.
Then I had a thought of when I was getting head from a girl and how good it felt when she pulled and massaged my balls. Mine aren't nearly his size, but I have bigger hands than a girl and I reached up under him and pulled at them and squeezed them gently in my hand. That brought a few flutters of his eyelids and a wide smile across his face.
Yes boy,' he moaned in contorted expressions of pleasure, You're a natural. I am proud of you, little soft cock.'
That brought a frown to me, or it would have if his cock hadn't been stretching my mouth to capacity. I hoped that nickname wouldn't stick.
He grabbed my hair again then and started sliding in and out faster. I was getting used to his size though I wasn't sure my mouth would ever go back to normal. He started ramming me then and I realized my hard cock hadn't ever gone soft.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I come,' he pushed me down hard and his breathing stopped. I felt his sack tighten up in my hand as his body pulled it in to unload it. So, Fucking, Good,' he started filling me with his cum and then pulled me off with a hard yank on my hair. My own cock started shooting off in my briefs again.
Then I saw his dark, pulsing cock snake out of me in an endless slide. Fuck, I couldn't believe I ate all that. It was pulsing and glistening with my spit as he slid it out of me and shot down my throat. He pulled it all the way out as I fell back against the coffee table shaking and cumming. My body curled up uncontrolled and my shorts were splattered with my cum and spit and now his eruption. He shot all over my face and chest.
He gripped it hard and did this repeated motion where he pulled on it twice and then squeezed it and shot out another hot round of his seed. It hit me like paintball fire, hard and fast. He shot on my shirt, my shorts, my hair, all while telling me what a hot little fuck I was.
He finished and collapsed back against the couch while I stayed there on the floor, instinctively knowing to wait for his instructions. I laid back against the rug, covered in his seed and happily regaining my breath. My jaw was sore and my head hurt on top. I still felt his warm fingers around my throat. I must have looked a mess, but fuck it all if I cared even a bit.
I closed my eyes for a minute and felt this odd sense of achievement like I was waiting for a medal or something. I'd made him cum, I'd got what I came for.
`Come, little soft cock,' Kamal said and woke me up from my recovery.
I sat up and he was patting his chest. I got to my feet and came towards him and he pulled me down beside him and pushed me into his side so my face was against his chest. He rubbed a hand down my back and squeezed my ass firmly. His other hand found my hair again only this time he pet me with approval.
`You are a very good boy, Bren. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your drunken state.' he said softly in that deep lulling rhythm that had me blinking sleepily against his hairy pecs.
`No sir, you were right. I came here because I wanted... well I didn't know what I wanted, but that was better than anything I could have thought of,' I said with a grateful yawn.
`Let's get you cleaned up. I'll call for a car to take you home,' Kamal said and pushed me away gently.
`Home,' I said suddenly to myself in disappointment knowing he didn't want me here anymore.
`Shower first,' Kamal said and pushed me towards his bedroom as he followed me with that massive cock still hard and bouncing.
`Do I have to go?' I asked as he was sliding off my soaked, sticky shirt after turning on the oversized shower with three spraying heads. He paused a minute and looked me in the eyes as he pushed my shorts and briefs to the ground.
`You have a lot to think about, young one. Once you had had an Arab's cock it is hard to find pleasure in anything else. My seed buries itself deep inside you and like a flower it will blossom stronger with time.' He pushed me under the jets and grabbed a bar of soap.
`You need time to think about what is best for you. You are an amazing young man, strong, handsome, smart. I would be proud to call you my boy. I would be proud to have you in my care and help you reach your goals.' He rubbed the soap over my cock and paused to smile at its size.
I moved a hand to cover myself and felt deeply inadequate. He looked me over with slight confusion.
`I don't measure up to you, sir,' I admitted with shame.
No, Bren,' Kamal said and pushed my hand aside. No, sweet boy. This is nothing to be ashamed of. I have taken many white men. Large or small, it is of no importance. They were made to serve us real men. Your cock is small for a reason. Every time you see or touch it, remember that you were made to serve a real man.' He leaned into me from behind then and I felt his massive cock press against my ass and rest between my cheeks. I gulped and leaned back against him as his lips found my neck.
`You were made to be a companion; strong in your own right, but missing what a man like me can give you.' He rubbed his cock over my hole and I was hard again.
You must decide if you want to fulfill your purpose,' he pushed my head forward and nibbled on the back of my neck. Or if you want to go back to your little life, your small world with your unfulfilled girlfriend knowing you can never stretch her or reach the places she needs like a real man could.'
I moaned at his words punctuated by his kisses on my neck as I leaned forward and touched the wet tile wall. `Please sir. Please let me serve you,' I whimpered and begged.
`Not tonight, Bren. You are drunk and your head is filled with passion. You will take time and decide by yourself. You will not hear from me again if that is your wish.' He nibbled on my earlobe causing me to shiver again as my cock rose to attention.
`No, please sir,' I begged and felt my heart twist at that thought of loss.
`If I hear nothing from you then I will respect your choice. If I hear from you in 3 days, I will know you want us to go back to normal. You will be my trainer and we will workout together, nothing more,' Kamal bit softly along my jaw.
`If I hear from you in 2 days, you will come to me with your bags packed to be my boy. You will use the elevator pass and be waiting for me when I get back after work around 6pm. I will find you here, kneeling naked on my bed.' He started to slide a finger over my asshole making my body lurch and yelp.
`If I find you there. There will be no negotiations or whining. You will be mine. I will fuck you, hard, rough, deep,' he punctuated each adjective with a hard tap on my asshole.
`But I warn you. Once you have had Arab seed in your hole. Once it has been planted deep within you, it will ruin you for anyone else. You will spend the rest of your life begging for it. You will live to worship it,' He started to push his finger into my hole and kissed down my neck again as I melted into his arms.
`And Bren?,' he said, pulling away from me in a move that popped the balloon in my head.
`Yes sir,' I whined.
`If you become my boy, you will never again worry or wait for anything. You will follow my rules and you will be taken care of, educated, and loved. You will be punished when you need it, but you will never be sent away as long as you want to be mine,' he finished this and pushed me towards the wall. He turned off the water and I realized he had washed us both entirely while I had been lost in his touch.
He left me there against the cold, wet, stone-tiled wall and went for towels. He thrust one towards me and I dried my hair. I wrapped it around my waist and followed him out to the bedroom.
Kamal tugged on a pair of white running shorts, he didn't bother with underwear. He fished out a pair of black briefs from a drawer and tossed them to me. `These should fit you,' He said and continued digging for a shirt.
I pulled them up my legs and noticed the front pouch was all stretched out from struggling to keep up with his cock. The front flapped over sadly.
Oh, I didn't think of that,' he noted and gave the stretched pouch a pat. I can give you a new pair I haven't worn yet if you like.'
`No, no sir,' I said realizing I liked having something he'd worn.
`Well at least we won't ever confuse which underwear belongs to whom,' he gave a reassuring wink and smacked my ass playfully as he leaned in to kiss my cheek.
He shoved a water bottle into my hand and told me to chug it before I left. He felt my forehead and kissed my shoulder as I drank. I raised the empty bottle to show him and he laughed and kissed my lips.
Good boy,' he praised with sarcasm, You don't feel too warm. I think you'll be ok sleeping it off at home.'
He gave me a faded t-shirt with some french writing on it and a pair of shorts that were also somewhat stretched in the front. The shirt had his scent like he'd napped in it. I inhaled it when he turned his head.
`There is a car downstairs that will take you home. It is too late to be out walking and you're still somewhat drunk. I'll have your clothes washed and if I don't hear from you I'll send them to your place in a few days,' he said it so matter-of-factly as though he could take or leave whatever I chose.
I went out to the living room to get my shoes and mobile. I waited for a few minutes thinking he would come and say goodnight to me. He didn't. His bedroom door was still open and I saw the lights turn off. There was just a side lamp on in the living room giving a soft glow to the quiet room.
I went to the window and saw the city lights and an airplane blinking its safety lights as it made its way over the harbour. I watched it touch down safely and then heard Kamal snore lightly from the other room. The night was over for us.
I debated with the key and elevator pass he'd left atop my wallet. I slid them inside my wallet and then took them out again as I stood by the door. Then I heard him in my head again. He had told me to take my time and decide. I stuffed them in my pocket and hurried out to the elevator and down to the waiting car. The driver must have known the address because he didn't ask anything and didn't respond when I said hello. He must have known this drill of taking boys home.
The next day I woke up with a smashing headache and tried to sort through all that had happened the night before. I phoned up the girl I was seeing and she came over with more pot. She joked that I just wanted her for the high and she wasn't half wrong. We watched a movie and made out some. It was awkward again, all wrong. She went home disappointed. I went and did a hard workout and then fell asleep.
Decision day I tried again with her. I'd had a good night sleep and a long morning run round the harbour. We skipped the pot and just went at each other. Maybe it was the thought that it could possibly be the last we'd ever do, but it was really good and I laid there with her afterwards thinking maybe I was cured. I looked over at her with that stupid happy grin she gets when I leave her wiped out. I was a real man. I could satisfy my girl. He was wrong about me.
I went to clean up as she fell asleep. I'd spent a few good hours giving it to her. It was past the time to meet up with him so by now he'd know he was wrong about me. I'd show up the next day and we'd go back to training together and he'd give me good money. I'd buy something nice for her and I'd put this whole thing behind me. I thought about all this as I looked at myself in the mirror and wiped off my cock.
I stroked my cock for myself. It wasn't as small as it had felt when I was with him. She certainly enjoyed it and didn't complain. I flexed for myself in the mirror. Pretty fucking hot, Bren. I got a little hard again.
Then I saw the briefs he'd lent me folded on the counter. I'd washed them to give back to him. I picked them up and stepped into them again thinking maybe I'd fill them out now with my raging cock. They were certainly tight on my ass, but when I turned back to look at myself in the mirror all I saw was the flap where his cock had stretched the material. Even soft he still filled them out more than I ever could.
I felt suddenly warm, inadequate. A flood of memories hit my body thinking about how he had used my mouth, touched me in his shower. He made my body feel things I didn't even know were possible.
`Fuck!' I said to myself remembering the time had already passed. My need took me over. I started running around my room grabbing a pair of shorts, a tank top, a hoodie. I skipped the socks and slipped on my trainers. I'd tie them on the way. My girl didn't even wake up. If she had she would have seen me leave everything. I grabbed my mobile and keys and tore out of there.
I raced over to his hotel an hour late. I got to the lobby and pushed through the revolving door and ran down the side hall that led to the suite lift. I got all the way to it when I realized I had left my wallet at my place. It held the pass to summon the lift.
`Please please!' I banged on the pass reader but of course it did nothing. I'd have to go to the front desk. I raced back around and saw a bleached gay in his uniform suit behind the desk. He knew I frequented for the gay clientele and always looked at me as though he had a chance.
Please,' I held my chest trying to regain some air in my lungs. Please, you have to let me up to the penthouse. I was supposed to be there at 6. I... please.'
`I can't just let you up there and I can't disturb the guest anytime some trick wants up there,' he rolled his eyes at me as I folded my arms on the counter in front of him and tried my best to look at him seductively. Honestly, I'd have sucked his dick if that's what it took to get up there.
`Please, Dan,' I read his nametag as though it was an erotic poem.
`I'll call and see if you're wanted,' he said, enjoying his power. He pulled a phone from below the counter and hit a few buttons.
Ah yes sir, this is the front desk and a boy says he needs to get up to your room... Yes sir, he is that one who comes to train guests... yes sir,' a grin crept across Dan's face and he turned to me. He wants to know why you're late.'
`Please, let me just... Tell him I'm sorry and I'll explain it to him,' I shifted nervously and felt myself blushing.
Yes sir,' Dan said to the telephone and then hung up. Follow me,' he said and took a pass from a locked drawer.
I followed Dan to the lift and he swiped the pass. The doors opened and I started inside and thanked him. That look he gave me as the doors closed. He knew I was owned. He knew I wasn't the cocky guy who used to have him look up what room my clients were in as I sighed over another night of being drooled over by some old poof.
He sneered at me with a smugness that the old me would have taken time to wipe off his greedy little face. But I wasn't that guy anymore and I just looked down at my shoes as the doors closed in my shame.
`You're late, boy,' Mr. Kamal appeared on the video screen. He didn't look too pleased with me.
`Please sir,' I started, realizing the lift wasn't yet moving.
`Please,' I mouthed with sad eyes feeling as though I'd missed the last boat out of the apocalypse. Any pretense of pride had been left in the lobby.
The screen went blank then and I sank to my knees. And then it moved. The lift rose up and I felt the tension release. He was giving me another chance. I wouldn't waste it.
The lift stopped and the doors slid open. He was there in a pair of workout shorts with his bulge filling the front. I looked up at his stern eyes hopefully from the floor.
`I'm sorry, sir. My girl, I had to try one last time,' I said and rose up on my knees.
He gave me a laugh that sounded like pity and shook his head. He came towards me and put his hand on the back of my head. He pulled my face just below his bulge and ground my nose just under his nuts. He started to back away, but his hand grabbed my hair and he pulled me with him. I crawled forward on my hands and knees, my neck strained to reach him as he pressed my nose up into his bulge.
I followed him in that awkward crawl over the threshold of his door. He backed me all the way to the couch and then sat on the arm of it and pushed me back from him. I raised up on my knees and looked up at him expectantly.
`Did she suck your little dick, Bren?' He traced his pinky finger around my lips and poked it through to mock my size.
I nodded and mouthed `Yes sir,' around his finger. I reached up and pawed at his bulge, he was getting hard and I watched as it snaked down the right thigh of his shorts and strain the fabric. He pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. The fat, dark meat sprang towards me and smacked against my cheek.
He gripped it and wagged it in front of my face. I put my tongue out. Every time I went to taste it though, he pushed me back by my forehead but then looked down at me like he wanted me to have it.
`Please sir, can I taste you?' I whined.
`Did your girl beg for it, Bren? Did she whine like a little bitch for your cock?' he traced the tip of it around my lips teasingly as I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
`No sir,' I shook my head sadly. Honestly she didn't do much of anything with it. She just did what she needed to get it hard and make it useful.
With that he shoved into me, pet the back of my head and pushed me down on him. He pumped me on his cock, pushing until I gagged and then he pulled out. He did it ten times and then pushed me off of him. He pushed so hard that I fell back on my ass against the carpet.
I looked up at him, his strong silhouette was illuminated by the one small lamp in the room.
Did you go down on her as well?' He asked in a low growl while slowly stroking his cock. Did you put your tongue inside her to get her ready for your little cock?'
`Yes sir,' I nodded.
Kamal reached down for me, he grabbed my shirt and gripped it in a sweeping motion. He pulled me roughly up until I scrambled to my feet and then pushed me, chest-first, over the arm of the couch. I bent over it and thrust my thick, muscled ass in the air. It was one of my proudest features and I looked back up at him to catch an approving nod.
He sank down behind me and pushed back his hair before sliding off my shorts. He paused for a minute when he saw I was wearing his stretched out briefs. He ran a hand appreciatively over my ass that stretched the back of them. I had worked hard for my ample ass.
He flipped me over and nodded to himself with a smile when he saw how the briefs flapped over in the front where I failed to fill his bulge. He gave a simple kiss to my belly button in the middle of my chiseled abs and then flipped me back over and slid off the briefs.
And then he did something I'd never had done before. He dove in between my cheeks with his tongue and slurped at it noisily. It felt extremely wrong but undeniably hot as he started slurping his tongue over my hole and then smacking at it with his fingers.
`Fuck, fuck, oh shit, fuck fuck, sir!' I started to moan and bite against the fabric of the couch as he expertly opened my boy hole.
`Yeah? You want a real man to stretch your little pussy like you could never do for your girl? That what you want, boy? That what you came here for?' He took turns slurping his tongue around my hole and then whispering hot fucking filth in my ears. It had me squirming and moaning on the arm of the couch as he knelt next to me and began to take his boy.
`Yes, fuck, fuck, yeah, sir, fuck, yeah,' I was yabbering nonsense and he shoved two fingers in my mouth to wet them.
`Did she beg and moan when you tongued her like you're doing now?' he growled as he slid his spit-shined fingers from my hungry lips.
`No sir. She... She actually checked her mobile at one point.' I said with disappointment that only lasted a second before I felt his fingers poke and then ram inside me. They tore into me with a shot of pain followed by a wave of pleasure.
`Did she whine with pleasure like a needy little bitch when you fingered her pink little pussy like this?' he was working my hole with a vengeance now and I was losing it, giving into the pleasure.
`Fuck, no, fuck, sir, fuck fuck. She just laid there, Oh fuck, sir please don't stop,' I twisted and felt my body convulse helplessly as he worked me on his fingers.
`Yeah? You couldn't even get that right, could you? You didn't make her feel like this, did you?' He was ramming me on his fingers, expertly playing my body as I bit down on a hotel pillow.
`No, fuck, no sir, uhhh, fuck!' I whined.
His fingers slipped out of me and he wiped them on the back of my shirt. I looked back at him and took a minute to catch my breath as my asshole pulsed with the memory of his gifted ability. He took a small pouch off a side table and tore at it with his teeth. He squeezed out what must have been lube along the length of his cock and then pumped it a few times to spread it evenly.
He lined it up and unceremoniously slid it in. Well, slid it in is a nice term. He shoved it into my not entirely ready hole eliciting a scream from me as I tried to crawl away. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt though and leaned down over me to kiss my neck soothingly.
`Shh, it's ok boy. Your body will adjust, relax and breathe, let me in,' He slipped a hand around my neck and squeezed gently reminding me of the last time when I'd choked on his cock but he helped me through it and taught me how to please him.
I breathed and relaxed under his touch and he slowly worked his way inside me.
It hurt, I sniffled and whined into the pillow but the deeper he dug into me, the more I needed it. My body awakened on his cock and all my resolve and conflict melted away as he stuffed me. I knew I belonged to him. I knew I needed this.
`Did your girl moan like this when you fucked her?' he asked with interest as he started to slide in and out of me, pressing me down into the arm of the couch.
`No, well, a little, ahhh fuck yeah sir please. Fuck me harder sir,' I begged as he sped up and went deeper.
`Did she beg and whine like you do when I stuff your little pink pussy?' he started chewing on my ear as he rough fucked his boy.
`No sir, never,' I whispered under his assault.
`Did she even feel your tiny boy prick inside her?' he sneered as I had melted from a proud jock straight boy to a sniveling bottom beggar under his touch.
`No, fuck no sir. She probably didn't even feel my pathetic little cock inside her! Is that good enough? Please fuck your boy!' I'd had enough of his taunting but I couldn't deny how he owned me.
`All right boy. I'll give you what you beg for,' He growled against my ear. He pressed me hard into the couch with his body on top of me as he started to fuck me roughly. My cock was hard and rubbed against the leather of the couch arm. It was dripping precum and felt so close to the edge as he rode me on it.
`Fuck fuck! yes! thank you! sir,' I screamed into the pillow that had become my chew toy.
He was pounding into me then, kissing the back of my neck and my ears. He hit all of those little spots as he rode me, investigating my ticklish points.
He reached under my chest and started to play with my nipples. It was another first time sensation added to the pile and pushed my cock past its limit.
`Ahhhh! Fuck! I'm going to cum, sir!' I whined and turned to look back at him. My lips were instantly met with his and he pushed his tongue inside me and pulled me back against his chest as he rode me hard.
He was pumping both ends of me with his cock and tongue in sync and I started to go weak in his hold as my cock began to pump and spray all over the expensive couch.
`Fuhh! Fuhh! Fuhh!' I croaked out around his tongue as I was shooting off and bucking back against him. My hole gripped down on his meat and it must have been just what he needed. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at me with that pained expression of impending spew.
`Me too, fuck that pussy is tight. Fuck yeah cum for daddy,' He sped up then, pounding me so hard that I hit the arm of the couch with my stomach and my still spewing cock.
`Ahhh!' we came together and I felt his cock tense and jerk inside me as he pushed as far as it would go. My hole was aching with fire, but the rest of me was so blissed out that I could ignore it and give in to the waves of pleasure taking me over.
He rode me past my ejaculation and I would have collapsed onto the couch if he hadn't had me tightly secured in his arms. His cock was still shooting off inside me. With each spurt he shoved deeper into me until I felt like it would burst out of my stomach. The pain was starting to take ground from the pleasure. My brain told me to push past it so he could finish seeding me, making me his.
Each time he shot inside me, he came with a loud, `Ahhh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' as his hot breath blew over my neck in short bursts. And then he stopped. He held me back against his chest and froze there while his stomach did a few lasts jerks and his seed went off to explore its new home.
`Fuck,' he whispered in a deep primal growl. He turned us around and then laid us down on our sides on the couch with his cock still buried beyond my limits.
`Fuck,' he whispered slower and kissed lightly up my neck.
`Fuck,' he turned my face back towards him at an awkward angle and gave me a look of sleepy pride.
`You kept up with me,' he noted and rubbed a hand lightly over my chest.
I nodded and was rewarded with a kiss to the cheek.
`Good boy. I think this will work well for us,' he gave a slight smile and
licked a slow line up my jaw.
`Are you injured?' he finally asked after a few minutes of deep breathing together.
Yes sir,' I said not bothering to lie. But it was worth it.'
`You'll grow to take it more naturally with less force,' he observed.
I nodded and turned my head painfully so our lips could meet. He rubbed my stomach and gave my cock a squeeze. His cock was going back to normal inside me. It was still too big, but it was more flexible and soft. He slowly slid it out of me as a trail of cum gushed out behind it and ran all over the couch.
I think we ruined the couch,' I said with a laugh, I can pay for some from all that money you gave me for training sessions.'
`Trust me, we will ruin much nicer things together,' he laughed and turned me to face him. He held me and we made out for the longest time.
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From that time on we haven't slept a night apart. He helped me finish college and get my internships with European clubs in cities where he worked. I never did get a proper job with it though. I started and even got offers, but then he'd have to travel and I just couldn't let him go.
It's more than a drug, Link. It's like they get so deep inside your head that you're never quite right when they're away. Even right now I can tell you Kamal is finished with the business talk and he's telling stories about what a whiny pain in the ass I am. He'll end it though saying he'd never want anything different and I'm worth it. I can feel his mood. We're connected..." Bren finished and started to stand.
"Will I have that with Samir?" I asked more to myself than to him.
"Dunno, mate. But he certainly has that for you," Bren said and went to slip on a pair of shorts.
I realized I was naked and dripping hard from his story. I wanted nothing more than to find Samir and fall in front of him and beg to be fucked.
"C'mon then, I'm hungry as a black dog and Kamal ordered American in your honor. Don't know what that means, but fuck all if I won't finish," Bren laughed. I found my clothes and dressed as I followed him out to where Kamal and Samir sat drinking in small lounge area with a few files.
I slid down into the seat next to Samir and Bren did the same with Kamal. Samir slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a gentle kiss.
"I'm sorry, sir. I smoked pot and I knew you wouldn't like it and... I'll accept whatever you decide for punishment," I whispered to him so the other two wouldn't hear.
His look softened into a smile and he kissed me harder.
"I know you will, little one. You will take it like the strong man I am proud to call my boy," Samir said with a slightly evil tone to his smile.
I nodded, "Yes sir."
Dinner was barbecue which isn't really a California thing. I wasn't hungry anyways. All through the dinner I kept one hand on his thigh, letting a finger trace the thick outline of his ample, soft cock. He kept looking down with a weird smile and then asking if I was ok.
"I need it," I whispered. He shook his head no and pushed me off but then didn't protest when I touched it again.
We finished after what seemed like an eternity and then made our goodbyes to Kamal and Bren. Kamal kissed my cheeks and told me to be a good boy for my master. Bren hugged me and said we'd talk more since they were going to be in town for a while.
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When we got in the car I'd forgotten all about the punishment, but Samir hadn't. His mood changed as soon as we pulled away.
"He's one of my most respected friends and important contacts. You knew this was important to me. Instead of being on your best behavior and trying to make me proud you got high with his cub and took a naked dip in his hot tub," he said when I tried to lean over the console and pet his bulge.
"Wow, when you put it all together it sounds really bad," I said, not understanding the extent of his anger.
"It worked out ok this time, but it could have gone horribly wrong. A slight bit of freedom and you turn to do something Caleb would have done," Samir said coldly. Being compared to his failed relationship stung.
"I'm... I'm sorry, sir," I straightened up and looked down at my lap as he sped towards home.
We didn't speak as he cornered his way through the open city and back up into the hills. I watched the palm lined boulevards give way to narrow steep roads lined with privacy walls and lush gardens that didn't belong in the drought-stricken desert nation.
"Look, Lincoln," he said as he pulled into the garage and turned off the motor. "I know you're young, but you will learn to follow the rules."
"I made a stupid mistake. I wanted to impress Bren. Everyone seemed to glow around him. I didn't want him thinking I was a stupid kid," I said and turned to him. .
"It is not an excuse, come. Let's get this over with," Samir said and slid out of the car.
I followed him through the main house as he said goodnight to Emerson who was in the kitchen and Zaid who was watching TV. Samir made pleasant exchanges with both and I just nodded and kept my eyes on his back.
We got to his apartment and he opened the door for me. He slid out of his shirt and tossed it across the room. He stood there bare-chested and stretched for a minute.
"I forgot how that hash makes me feel," he raised his eyebrows like he was stretching his eyes and then wiped a hand over his face.
"Strip down quickly and come to me," he said and sat down on the bed to watch me. I peeled off my shirt and then my shoes and socks. I slid off my pants and the briefs and then folded everything neatly.
"Quickly, Lincoln. Prolonging it will only make me inflict worse," he advised.
I set my clothes near the couch and padded over to him with my cock limp and my muscles tensed.
"What will you do?" I started, but he grabbed my right forearm and pulled me forward. He used his leg to trip me so I fell into him and he quickly turned me so I was bent over his lap with my ass in the air.
"Oh," I said, knowing what he had planned.
Without warning his right hand came down in the center of my back. He pressed me down against his lap as my cock dangled next to his thigh. I'd normally get hard under his touch, but this wasn't warm or erotic. I had let him down and disobeyed.
His left hand landed with a hard slap against my ass and I yelped and squirmed to get away. It only served to bring another hard smack.
"Ahhh!!," I yelled but stopped squirming and soon felt another smack.
"Aren't you supposed to [SMACK] count?" I whined as the hot burning spread over my cheeks.
"Do [SMACK] You want [SMACK] me to count?" he said without humor.
"AHHH!!" I was screaming now as his smacks got rougher and my ass more tender. "I don't know [SMACK] sir. How many do I [SMACK] get?"
"Until I'm satisfied," he said and took a rest to roughly rub my cheeks. He squeezed them, spreading the aching burn evenly across them. And then with one of his hands he spread my cheeks and put two fingers against my hole. That felt nice until he started to smack against it with his fingers in swift motions.
"AHHHH!!! FUCK!" I screamed and pushed forward on his lap trying to escape the ache. This wasn't playing around anymore.
I felt my face turn red and my eyes teared up. He pulled me back by my shoulder. He did it so easily and it reminded me who the lion was. He went back to smacking my cheeks, now taking turns on each one like he was playing the drums but trying to pop them.
"Please, I'm sorry," I begged and whined as tears rolled down my hot cheeks.
He didn't answer though and went back to just smacking me straight on. I stopped squirming around then, realizing I just wanted this to finish. I was crying and red and burning and snot was running down to my lip, but I tried to compose myself and get through this.
"Please," I sniffed back my drippy nose as he gave a lighter, half-hearted smack, "I'm sorry, sir. I promise I... "
"Promise what?" he stopped, interested in what I had to say.
"I promise that next time I'll put your pride ahead of my own. I'm sorry for not putting you first. You always put me first," I said and finally realized what I had done to deserve punishment.
He held me there for a few minutes rubbing my ass as though he was thinking about my apology.
He let me up then and helped me to my feet. He took my hand and led me, naked and disheveled towards the bathroom. I saw my red, wet face and my tomato-colored ass in the mirror. It hurt my ass to walk and stretch. I knew I'd feel this lesson for a few days.
We showered and he washed me carefully. He kissed me as he gently rubbed a washcloth around my bruised ass and hole as I relaxed into his arms.
"Lincoln, little one," he said when we'd gotten into bed. I was falling asleep against his chest as he rubbed his nose over my hair.
"Yes sir?" I asked with a yawn against his nipple.
"Sleep well, sweet boy. I love you," he kissed my forehead and relaxed back against the bed as I closed my eyes to his heartbeat.
"You too, sir. Love you too," I mumbled against his furry chest.
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