My name is Rishaad, I have recently joined a reputed newspaper in the US. I am responsible for interviewing influential people in their respective fields of business. For my first assignment, I was supposed to interview Zoheb Osman who is a successful entrepreneur with multiple business ventures and is well known in his hometown of Houston. Zoheb or as he is known, ZO, has a successful clothing line, perfumes and fragrances, and will soon be launching a jewelry line. He has made his native India proud and is a shining star of the Indian diaspora. I arrived at his swanky office building in Houston. The building was quite impressive with large glass windows and a lobby that looked more like the lobby of a 7-star hotel. I was greeted at the reception by a tall, handsome man. He was dressed impeccably in a suit and tie and had a charming smile. I was immediately drawn to his physique and I couldn't help but notice the way his suit fitted his broad shoulders perfectly. He welcomed me with a warm smile and asked if he could be of any assistance. I gave him my name and told him that I was there to interview Zoheb Osman. He shook my hand and said, "Mr. Osman has been expecting you. He would like to conduct the interview in his conference room on the 24(^{th}) floor. I will escort you there." I followed him to the elevator and we made small talk. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, and I was sure he was doing the same. We reached the 24th floor and he opened the door to the conference room for me. The room was huge and had a massive wooden table with leather chairs around it. There were floor to ceiling glass windows on one side with a breathtaking view of the city. I was setting up my equipment when I heard footsteps. I turned around to see Zoheb Osman walking towards me. He looked even more handsome up close. He was dressed in an olive green suit that fitted his toned body perfectly. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck showing off a hint of chest hair. I couldn't help myself, I had a boner. He walked up to me and shook my hand. "Hello Rishaad, thanks for taking time out to interview me," he said with a wide smile. I stood up to greet him and tried to hide my arousal. "Thank you Mr. Osman, it is my pleasure," I replied. We sat down and began the interview. I asked him a series of questions about his life, from his childhood in India to his successful business ventures. He answered my questions with ease and seemed to be very comfortable and at ease. He spoke with a slight Indian accent and had impeccable manners. But then I asked him if he had ever been involved in a romantic relationship or if he was married. That's when I noticed his demeanor change. He became uneasy and fidgety. He cleared his throat and said, "I am a private person Rishaad and I would appreciate it if you would refrain from asking me such questions." I was taken aback by his response but I quickly recovered and apologized. I then asked him if he was gay. His eyes widened in shock at my question. He looked offended and stood up. "I think this interview is over Rishaad," he said curtly. I stood up and apologized, but he walked out of the conference room without even looking at me. I quickly packed my equipment and followed him out of the room. I didn't want the interview to end on such a sour note. I reached the lobby and saw him standing near the elevator, his back towards me. I rushed towards him and called out his name. "Mr. Osman," I said breathlessly. He turned around and looked at me questioningly. "I'm sorry sir, I did not mean to offend you," I said. He stared at me for a few seconds and then said, "Let's continue the interview in my office." I nodded eagerly and followed him to his office. It was a massive space with a huge wooden desk and a massive leather chair behind it. The walls were adorned with framed photos of him with several celebrities and other influential people. He gestured for me to sit across his desk and I did so. "So, Rishaad, tell me more about yourself," he said, his tone much softer now. I told him a little bit about myself and then asked him, "If you don't mind me asking sir, why do you dislike talking about your personal life?" He smiled and said, "I like to keep my personal and professional life separate." I nodded and said, "That makes sense sir." He looked at me with a hint of curiosity. "I have a feeling that I know you from somewhere," he said. I looked at him surprised. "Do we know each other?" he asked. My heart started racing. I took a deep breath and replied, "No sir, we don't." But I knew him. We were virtual friends who used to chat on Orkut several years ago. We had never met in person but had exchanged several emails and phone numbers. I remembered him to be a fun loving person. He used to tell me about his dreams and ambitions and how he wanted to make a name for himself in the business world. I had always been supportive of him and had encouraged him to chase his dreams. We chatted for a bit longer and then he said, "It's nice meeting you Rishaad." I stood up and shook his hand. "Likewise sir," I replied. We held each other's hand for a few seconds longer than necessary. I could feel a spark of electricity as our palms touched. He walked me out of his office and said, "Call me if you need anything else." I walked out of the building feeling disappointed. I didn't know why he didn't recognize me. Was it because I looked so different now? Or was it because he had no interest in knowing me? Well, our friendship was more than that, it was sexting friends. He was a gay, and I was a bisexual man. From Orkut to SMS to calls, we used to chat and talk, but there was some kind of resistance and hesitation in his attitude. At one point, it started to feel like I was forcing myself on him. As time passed, the distance grew, and we lost touch with each other. He was connected to me on Facebook when Facebook became a thing, and it never became a thing between Zoheb and me. We moved on, and so did our lives. And my thoughts were disturbed by a notification on my phone. An unknown contact Whatsapped me with a "hi." I wondered who this message could be from and ignored it, going back to my thoughts about the past. And then, another ping came in. And then again. I got annoyed with the constant notifications. What I saw next on my screen faded away my anger and brought a wide smile onto my face. It was the screenshots of the emails that we had exchanged before. His sexual emails and nudes, along with mine too. The message read: "I don't forget people. I am glad I didn't forget about you too. I am sorry that it took me some time to remember you, but it's never too late." I sent him an emoji of a smiling blushing face back, not knowing exactly what to write. He responded with another message. "I don't like it when people use emojis to reply to me; they kill the excitement of the conversation." I replied, agreeing with him. "I agree, they do." He then asked about my plans for the evening and invited me to his home. And he added, "Dare you to reply with 'hmmm' or any other emoji which would kill my excitement of finding you again." I happily accepted his invitation. I told myself that after 18+ years, a friendship that we had lost touch for, was now starting all over again. A new journey of sorts, maybe to be explored. Don't know what life had in store for me this time around. Some tricky games and some pleasure-giving ones. I was excited to find out. I got to the office, handed over the video tape to the editing team, finished up some pending work, and then headed home. Around 8 pm in the evening, I got dressed in casual attire - khaki pants, sweatshirt, and walking shoes. I drove to the address Zoheb gave me. The gate was being guarded by a massive bouncer, and when he saw me, he didn't ask any questions but simply opened the gate and welcomed me in. Zoheb's villa was majestic, and as I stood inside, waiting for him, I heard the click-clack of his footsteps as he came downstairs. Zoheb looked stunning wearing a silky tiger-print robe that hugged his frame perfectly. I noticed his groin area moving and jiggling with every step. I was lost in his gaze until he reached me and gave me a tight hug. It felt like home. We sat in his lavish living room, which had a style that was all his own. I made myself comfortable, and he sat beside me, really close. Our conversation flowed like a river, and we shared everything about our lives, including our sex lives. I confessed my sex life had been dry for men recently. While we chatted and munched on the snacks, I couldn't help but notice the good-looking men serving us. I wondered if Zoheb had ever been intimate with one or maybe all of them at the same time. As I noticed Zoheb adjusting his cock through his robe, I chuckled at the thought. I was glad to see him treating his servants with the utmost respect. His kindness to his staff was truly admirable. After we spent two hours talking and eating, Zoheb asked me if I'd like a tour of the house. I agreed enthusiastically and nodded. As we walked, he showed me his entire home: the servant quarters, a gym, and the pool area. On one of the floors, I noticed a sign that said "Restricted Area." I stopped and asked Zoheb if I could enter. He seemed to read my question in my eyes and asked me if I really wanted to. I nodded. Zoheb took me to one of the rooms and introduced it as "The White Room." He told me that this was where his guests stayed in a professional manner. Then he led me to the next rooms, but he stopped me and asked if I was sure I wanted to go inside. Zoheb whispered in my ear that these rooms could be tempting and dangerous. His tone was filled with lust and domination, and my heart raced in my chest. He asked me what I wanted, and all I could say was that I had wanted to be with him for 18 years. I wanted to enter. Zoheb grabbed my hands and pressed them against the wall as he leaned in for a kiss. His kiss was wet, wild, and passionate, and his touch ignited a flame within me. He untied my khaki pants and demanded that I must be unclothed in the next two rooms. As we moved to the next room, he pushed me down onto a table. When the lights switched on, I saw his hard cock sticking out through the opening of his tiger-print robe. I whispered back, "Interesting." He started unbuttoning my shirt. He removed it and turned me around to fuck my face with his hard cock. He told me to look around and described this room as "The Red Room." The room had a red table, leather swings, a shelf containing various sizes of dildos, butt plugs, a mini fridge, and chains. He held my face and demanded that I look at him. Zoheb's voice was domineering and commanding. He told me this was his kingdom, where he would fuck me as he liked. He called me his slave, his toy. He bit my lower lip and leaned closer, kissing me. My pants fell to the floor. He pushed me against the table and stuck his cock against my ass. I could feel his hardness as he whispered into my ear, "See?" I was in a trance, and all I could murmur was "Hmmm." Zoheb commanded me to open my eyes, and I did. He repeated that this was his domain, where he would dominate my body as he desired and called me his slave and toy. He leaned closer, kissing and biting me, and I realized I was naked. Zoheb pushed me down, and I fell onto the table. I was face down, my ass up, and Zoheb slid the tiger-print robe off his body. He grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to arch back so I could see him in the mirror. Zoheb slapped my ass, demanding to know what I wanted. I replied that I wanted him. He growled that I must say it louder and said, "You want me!" Zoheb told me he wouldn't touch me until I agreed.
Zoheb put a leather collar around my neck and made me kneel. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep in my mouth. "Suck!" he commanded. As I sucked his cock, he put his finger inside my ass and spread the lube around my rim. He slapped my ass hard, making me moan. Zoheb shoved his finger deeper, and my body began to tremble. He pumped his finger in my ass and slapped my cheeks at the same time. His finger went in deeper, and I felt a lump in my throat. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, and I sucked with all the lust I had inside me. Zoheb grabbed two handfuls of my hair and fucked my face hard. I gagged and swallowed his load. Zoheb licked me clean, then put a butt plug in my ass. As the plug vibrated, he spanked me hard. He smacked my ass until I whimpered, and then he told me to crawl like a dog to the swing. As I crawled, the plug vibrated inside my ass. I crawled towards the swing, and when I reached it, he made me sit down. He tied my arms behind my back and my legs in the air. Then he tied my knees to a rope and suspended me in the air. He took an ice cube and rubbed it on my balls and then my cock. The chill was intense, and I squirmed. He laughed and said it felt nice to be cold and warm. Then he put a flavoured ice cube on his dick. and ordered me to lick it off, and I obliged. As the cube started to melt, Zoheb stuck his face between my legs and licked my hole. He shoved his tongue in, and I cried out in pleasure and pain. He then shoved two fingers in my ass and finger-fucked me while sucking my dick at the same time. As the last drop of the ice melted, he pulled out, leaving me on edge.
The plug vibrated harder inside my ass, and Zoheb said he would cum on my body. I pleaded for him to fuck me, but he refused and took me in the bathroom of the red room. The walls had dildos stuck in them with lube dripping off them. There were butt plugs and a bath tub and a shower cubicle with a sauna inside. He made me stand inside the sauna, and when it filled with steam, he shoved his hard cock in my mouth. Zoheb fucked my face, then turned me around and took the butt plug out. He stuck his dick against my rim, and I begged him to fuck me. He spanked me hard and then turned on the cold shower. Zoheb smacked my ass with the butt plug as the water ran over my body. I felt the stings on my ass and the cold water dripping down my back. Zoheb made me lick the plug clean and then licked his cock before he fucked me. Then, he grabbed me and pushed me on the bench in the sauna and inserted a large dildo in my hole. The plug vibrated inside me, and he took out his cock from his pants. He rubbed it between my ass cheeks until it got wet, then he fucked me hard on the bench while the dildo vibrated inside. Zoheb slammed me hard, and I whimpered as he fucked me. He growled and ordered me to beg him for it. I begged him not to stop, but he spanked my ass, making me scream. Zoheb fucked me like a toy until he emptied his load on my back. He collapsed on me, panting as the steam continued to fill the sauna. He gave me a gentle peck on my forehead and said that this time we would make love in the Purple room. I moaned and said that I needed a break. Zoheb agreed, and we went to his bedroom to rest. He gave me his hand to hold and said that we would explore the third room soon. I held his hand and licked his fingers before we drifted off to sleep. The third room was a mystery, but I couldn't wait to explore it with the man who owned my heart. Zoheb's bed was big and soft, and it smelled of lavender and mint. I spread my arms and legs on the bed, making myself comfortable. He walked to the other side, undressed, and climbed on the bed with me. Zoheb got under the covers, pulled me close to his chest, and kissed my neck. We spooned each other, his cock hard on my ass, but we both knew that tonight would be about cuddling, kissing, and more sex. However, in purple room it will be more of a romantic sex. "Open your legs for me," he whispered, his finger moving up and down my asshole. I spread my legs, and he licked my ass slowly as I moaned louder. His tongue tickled my anus, making me feel horny as hell. "I want you, Zoheb. Fuck me," I said as I turned around and licked his cock. He pushed my head down with his hands as he deep-throated me. Zoheb fucked my face with his cock as his tongue went in and out of my asshole. He was eating my ass like it was his favorite meal of the night. Suddenly, Zoheb turned me on my back again and pulled a strap-on out from under the bed. He pulled a bottle of lube and coated it, then rubbed some lube on my asshole.
"Do you want my strap-on in you? I mean inside you?" he asked me. I looked at him with lustful eyes, nodded, and said yes. He got on top of me, spread my legs again, and started fucking my ass with his strap-on. Slowly, he went deeper inside me until I could feel the entire thing inside my body. Zoheb kissed me passionately as he fucked me with his strap-on, holding my hands up and making sure that I was enjoying it.
"You feel so good, baby," he said. Zoheb put my legs on his shoulder, pinched my nipples, and went deeper inside my ass, fucking me hard and fast. I bit my tongue with pleasure as he took his cock out of the strap-on and rubbed it on my tongue. "Suck my dick, baby," he ordered.
I sucked his cock slowly and deep as he fucked my ass with his fingers. I could feel his saliva on my tongue, the taste of his pre-cum was amazing. Zoheb threw his head back in pleasure as he moaned loud and sucked my tongue back. He took his fingers out of my ass and asked me to get on top and ride his strap-on.
"Ride me, baby, ride my strap-on," he said in a dirty tone. I got on top of his cock, feeling it deep inside my ass. His strap-on was thicker and bigger than his real cock. I started riding it slow, then fast as I moved my hips up and down. Zoheb slapped my ass cheeks and pinched them while I rode him. He bit my nipples hard and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me like you mean it."
I increased my speed as I bounced on his strap-on, moaning louder, and asked him to suck my cock. "Suck me, baby," I said, and Zoheb grabbed my cock and went down on it. His tongue was licking my balls as he sucked the cock of mine. I pushed him away, took his tongue in my mouth, and started kissing him as our tongues played with each other.
Zoheb had his legs wrapped around me, hugging me close and tight to his body. I started to bounce on his strap-on again and moaned his name, "Zoheb... oh, Zoheb... you feel so good inside my ass."
He fucked me faster, deeper, harder, and dirty, his hands holding my ass cheeks as he squeezed them tight. I put my hands on his head, pushed it down, and forced him to go on his knees and suck my dick. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked it slowly as his strap-on was deep inside my ass fucking me.
"Suck my cock deeper," I moaned as I grabbed his hair. "Oh my god, I am coming, Zoheb." I shot my load inside his mouth as he licked it and sucked it in like a baby. He licked the head of my cock, slobbering on it as he let my cum stay inside his mouth for a while, then swallowed it.
Zoheb pushed me back and fucked me on my side as our legs entwined together. His hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them tighter as he fucked me slow and deep. He started pinching them, spanking them, as I moaned his name over and over again. He was licking my nipples, biting them, pinching my cock, and slapping my ass at the same time.
He fucked me like he owned my ass, and I let him own it, fucking me like a king fucking his servant. We were both moaning and groaning as the bed squeaked under us. I came again on my stomach, moaning his name, "Oh my God, Zoheb... I am coming."
He took the strap-on out of me and licked my asshole again. Then he held my hand and made me stand up, hugging me tight. "You are amazing, you know that?" he said as he kissed the head of my cock.
"Thanks," I blushed and giggled. "You aren't bad either." He chuckled and asked if I wanted him to fuck me with his real cock this time. I looked at him in surprise as I bit my lip and nodded yes, please. Zoheb got on his back and spread his legs apart as he coated his cock with lube.
"Ride me this time," he said as he spread his legs wider. I looked at his dick and then back at him. "Are you sure?" I asked, and he nodded yes. "Ride my cock," he repeated again.
I put my leg on the side of his body as he grabbed my ass cheeks. His cock was thick and long. I didn't know how I would take him inside me, but then again, I also knew that I had taken his strap-on inside me, so why not his cock.
I sat down on his cock and moaned as it went deeper inside me. His eyes went wide as he grabbed my waist and pulled me down on his dick. "Fuck," he moaned. I started riding him slowly as he slapped my ass cheeks, pinched them, and spanked them.
"Take your time, baby. Ride me slow," he said as he bit his tongue. I rode him slow and then fast as his cock went deeper inside my body. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them as he sucked on my nipple. He held my back and lifted me up as I screamed in pleasure, moaning his name over and over.
I could feel him hitting my prostate as his cock fucked me inside out. Zoheb held my head and sucked on my lips, his tongue inside my mouth as he moaned with pleasure. I pinched his nipples, squeezed his balls, and spanked his ass as he came inside me.
"Fuck, I am coming," he groaned as he held me tight to his body, fucking me fast and deep. His cum was warm inside my asshole as I moaned with pleasure, riding him harder. When he was done cumming, I rode him slowly, then stopped and got off his dick.
"Turn around and get on your knees, ass up, face down," he said. I turned around and got on all fours, my ass up. He grabbed my hips and fucked my ass without lube and slowly, taking it all the way in. I screamed his name out of pleasure, moaning loud and dirty. He fucked me like a beast, dirty and fast, hitting my prostate, pinching my nipples, slapping my cheeks.
"You want it like this?" he asked as he fucked me hard. "You want my cock inside your ass?" he said again, and I moaned yes, I want it.
"You are so tight," he groaned. "I am going to cum again." He came inside me once more as he pinched my ass cheeks tight, squeezing them harder. He took his cock out of my asshole and spanked it again, then spanked my ass. Zoheb moaned out in pleasure and let me get off his bed as I got on the floor and sucked his dick.
He grabbed my hair and pushed me down, forcing me to take all of his cock inside my throat as I gagged. "Take it in, baby," he said and fucked my mouth again. He came once more in my mouth as I swallowed his cum, licking the head of his dick as we made out like a couple. Zoheb kissed me softly and then said, "We aren't done yet."
I looked at him in shock and asked, "What?"
"We aren't done yet," he said again.
"What do you mean?" I asked as I got up on the bed.
Zoheb got off the bed and held my hand to make me stand as well. He took me outside to the balcony and asked if I wanted another round. "I need to go home," I said, and he hugged me close.
"I know, but don't you want another round?" he asked with puppy eyes, and I blushed and smiled. He walked me to his bathroom and turned the shower on. The shower was in a separate glass cabin, and we got inside it. I put my head under the water and then looked at him.
"You didn't answer my question," he asked. "Do you want another round?" "I didn't answer," I said and blushed. "But I do want it." He smiled and said, "Good." He walked to the corner and picked up his cock ring with a butt plug that he had showed me in the red room earlier. He put it on his cock, turned it on, and bent down.
"Suck it," he said, and I giggled as I bent down to suck his dick. Zoheb pressed the butt plug into my ass and moaned as he came in my mouth. "Damn," he grunted. "Damn, I love that." He took off the cock ring as I sucked his cock clean, and he came out of the shower cabin. Zoheb turned off the shower and sat on the side chair as I asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?" He laughed and said, "In this bathroom." I laughed and looked at him.
"Yeah, check the cabinet," he said, and I did. I found a pack of cigarettes with a lighter and brought it back to him. I lit a cigarette as he took it from me and sucked on it slowly. Zoheb smoked and moaned. He then mentioned, that if I wanted to be his fuckboy I have to comply with his conditions and choose any one room out of 3 rooms. White room was out of question, as I wanted him to be his friend as well as fuck boy. I asked him to continue.. He said, if I choose Red room, he will rule my body as toy, he will dominate me and I will have to comply with. Further he said, if red room is chosen, he will demand for sex a minimum of 3 times in a week and all night. I cannot afford to deny his commands. He further said, if the Purple room is chosen, he will make love to me like a lover. But....... I asked, but? He smiled and chuckled, and said, Purple Room comes with a package deal that mean, he will make love to me twice a week in here, and thrice is Red Room with conditions of Red Room. On completion of 6th month of our new relationship, he will make love to me all nights in Purple Room and on the 12th month, he will rule my body all nights in the Red Room. We had finished our cigarettes by now and he came closer to me pressed my hands against the wall and kissed my lips as he unzipped his pants and pressed his dick against my groin. I could feel his cock was hard and ready to go inside me. He asked me what do I choose, I turned my body and let my ass touch his growing dick and said, "The Purple Room"