Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 08:53:09 -0800 (PST) From: T Chase McPhee Subject: Long Distance Love 06 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'. "Long Distance Love" 06 (M/M oral anal) WriTtenby T. Chase McPhee % "I knew there had been a reason for this extra large tub." "I hope you don't really mind that Sihr and I attend to you and Mr. Jason." "Right now, I'm all for it, but we'll really have to talk about all this Rafi." Rub a dub dub as four men in the tub, scrub the nubs! Twenty-four year old Rafi Abu Bakr, sat behind Michael, pawing his way through the wet forest of chest hair, occasionally tweaking his hard nubs. His eight and a half inch piece of meat lay stiffly under Michael's ass crack. About an hour before, Sihr had done the same thing. Quite a different scene, because of Jason's drunken, nearly passed out condition, twenty-three year old Sihr Siraj-Al-Leil sad upright rubbing oil into Jason's back, as he lay faced down on the bed. Not only were his hands at work, but his greased up cock massaged along Jason's great divide, moving along to the rhythm of Sihr's hands across his shoulder blades. "Are you ready for a massage Michael?" "If that's your plan, Rafi." "I have no plan and neither does Sihr. We are here because you have allowed us to stay but of your hospitality." "Well, I must admit that you two have been quite hospitable." "Thank you and thank you for understanding, Michael." At the conclusion of his words, Rafi placed a kiss on Michael's neck. He didn't say anything, but started to rise. "Wait. I will help you." Michael allowed Rafi to rise up from the tub, then help him. As he did, he passed by the twenty-four year old's rather well endowed body. "Nice," Michael smiled, adding his words to the view of his nose gliding past his endowment, as more of a compliment. Rafi smiled back at Michael's heartfelt comment. The two stood there for what seemed minutes, but mattered as seconds, before stepping out of the warm water. Rafi took a white body towel and began drying Michael's back. "I can dry myself." "I know you can," Rafi replied, still in possession of the lux sheet. When Michael walked into the bed chamber, he smiled shaking his head. "If Jason only knew." "Knew what?" The sleepy-eyed thirty-eight year old replied, switching his head around, eyes half poked open. "You little faker." "How can one sleep with such 'manhandling'!" Jason looked to his own rear. "Hmm, the way that pole looks, Sihr, looks like it's all ready to slide right in." "Only if you would like it to," Sihr replied. Michael turned to Rafi and asked, "And what do you say to that, Rafi?" "I would do the same, if you would like it, Michael." "Wait a minute now. I thought you two were lovers?" "We are partners. We are very fond of each other, but we would like to pleasure you also." Michael became surprised as all hell when from Jason lips came, "Isn't Rafi pleasuring you, Michael?" "Well, yes." "Feeling good?" "Yes." "So, what's the problem?" After scratching his head, he said, "None, I think. Jason, we've gotta talk. Would you boys mind waiting outside the door?" "Sure." Getting up, both Michael and Jason watch as Sihr's rockhard endowment hangs down and bobs along, as the two leave their presence. "Well, what do you think?" "What do I think Michael? I think we're pretty lucky guys." "No, I mean what do you think about two young guys seeking refuge in our home and... damn it!" "First of all, Michael, do you know you said 'our' home?" "I did? Yeah, I did, didn't I?" "Okay, look. This is the way I see it, Michael. Rafi and Sihr want to enjoy their gay sexuality. For now they have no place to go and enjoy that freedom. Okay, so maybe they very cunningly wormed their way in here tonight, but in a way I think their intentions are earnest and they don't mean to deceive us. They just want to show their appreciation." "What about them being a couple. Don't you think that like you and I, they should have allegiance to each other?" "Yes." "Don't you think that Sihr rolling his greased barrel through your asscrack is something a bit risque?" "Depends on how you look at it." "Jason, Rafi more than gave the go ahead for Sihr to run his cock 'into' and not over your hole!" "Hee heee..." "Jason, I don't find this funny." "Okay, I'm sorry okay?" "You make it so tough for me." "How so, Mike?" "By turning over and flaunting that hot body in my face!" "Now who's flinging the jokes?" "Okay. So, what is your honest opinion, Jason?" "My opinion is for tonight just let things evolve as it happens." "Let Sihr stuff his greasy cock up your ass?" "No. Why don't we pair off. Let them have their fun and we have ours." "I like that conclusion much better. Unless you would rather have Sihr's cock up your ass, Jason." "Nah. Think I'd rather have your's up mine or even better yet, mine up your's Mike?" "Are we ready to invite them back in?" "You spell it out to them." "Hmm, yeah. Figures. Take the easy way out, Jase." Michael opens the door, letting the two in. Sihr automatically walks towards Jason. "Un-uh-uh... other side of the bed, Sihr." "Huh?" "You guys do your thing and we'll do ours." Sihr and Rafi stood there, watching as Michael crawled from the bottom of the bed up to Jason's pubes. He immediately went for his cock head, swirling his tongue roundabout it. "You?" Michael and Jason glanced towards Rafi and Sihr, Rafi's hand out, extending the bed to Sihr, to lie down on. As if a carbon copy of Michael, Rafi crawls up from the foot of the bed and like Jason has his legs spread, Sihr spreads his. Looking first at Michael, Rafi moves his head down and licks Sihr's cock head, in the same manner as Michael does to Jason's six inches of stiff meat. "Is that it, Rafi?" "What, Michael?" "Never sucked a cock before, huh?" "No." "Is that why you two didn't want to have sex together?" Rafi's face showed the answer. Right now Sihr didn't care, as he got lost in the reverie of his cock being delightfully tasted. Every now and then, Rafi would look over at Michael, to see how he worked over Jason's cock. Michael broke out in laughter when Rafi went all the way down on Sihr's cock and began choking. Instead of getting angry, Rafi came off of sihr's eight inches, smiling. "Hee hee, Jason's about two inches shorter than Sihr. Gotta watch it on the vocal chords when you're swallowing a monster like that, Rafi." "Thanks, Michael," Rafi replied, grateful for the tip and then went back to his oral pleasuring. For the next hour or so, Rafi followed his mentor's ways, popping off of Sihr's cock, licking the hard shaft, licking away at his bushy pubes, taking each of his balls in his mouth, guessing, that since it felt good to swirl his tongue around Sihr's big orb, then like Michael, fondle the other. Then switching, he pleasured Sihr's other sac. At the same time, Sihr wasn't embarrassed to let out his loud sighs of being pleasured by Rafi's mouth. He became quite surprised, when Jason leaned over and placed his mouth on Sihr's lips, kissing him, placing his tongue inbetween Sihr's lips and pushing deep inside his mouth. It became Rafi's turn to be surprised when Michael popped Jason's ball out of his mouth and cornered Rafi for a sweet kiss. Michael took it further, working his way down Rafi's chest and sucking on one of his brown nublets, feeling the other up with his hand. Soon, instead of lying vertical, both younger boys lay horizontal across the bed, with the Jason and Michael working them over orally. However, they kept to their word, Jason returning to Michael, for the final phase of their sexual pleasuring. Sihr and Rafi sat on one side of the bed, as Michael lay down flat on his back. Jason took his legs up on his shoulders. Both hand were on his cock, one hand squeezing lube out of a tube while the other one greased up his barrel. After utilizing a sufficient amount, Jason tossed the tube over, making it land on Sihr's hairy stomach. He grinned at Sihr, then went about his business of penetrating Michael's chute. Next thing they heard is Sihr's foreign tongue saying something to Rafi. Rafi lowered himself to the bed, as Michael had done. Sihr picked up Rafi's legs and put them on his shoulder. Michael took Rafi's hand in his, squeezed it, upon which Rafi looked over to him. "You're going to love this, Rafi." Rafi smiled back at Michael. Then Michael squeezed Rafi's hand tightly once more, groaning, as he felt Jason's cock enter his asschamber. Michael and Jason both smiled when they heard Rafi yell at Sihr, "Hurry!" At the first bit of entry, Rafi screamed in pain. Jason swung his hand up and slapped it against Sihr's chest. "No, slowly. Like this, Sihr." Jason pulled his cock almost all the way out of Michael, then just coaxed the tip of his erection inside. "Then pull it out a little, then in a little, then out." "I don't want to hurt Rafi." "You wouldn't if you do it slowly, Sihr." For the next fifteen minutes, Jason and Sihr teamed up, to make Rafi's first fuck more pleasurable. As time passed, Sihr was able to move his eight inch cock in to the hilt, his balls as well as cock feeling the ultimate enjoyment of fucking another man. Rafi followed suit, as he glanced over to see Michael take his own cock in hand and begin stroking it slowly. As precum flowed out the tip, Rafi noticed his eight and half inches did the same and he coated his hard shaft with the slippery goo. Next thing Rafi became aware of is Michael's hand on his chest, squeezing his nip. He did the same, but he also found pleasure in rubbing his hand on Michael's stomach trail, feeling the thick hair in between his thumb and finger, pulling on it and letting the slick follicles slide away. The two witnessed Jason's fucking action on hold, as he leaned in between the uprighted legs and Michael bending just about in half to receive a kiss. However, this is when the individuality kicked in. Sihr's enjoyment of fucking Rafi's velvety insides pleasured him too much to worry about kissing. He did notice how much Rafi enjoyed having his nips toyed with and reached forth, mashing them in between his fingers and thumbs. To add to their pleasure, Rafi reached up and cupped his hands around Sihr's sweaty pecs, running his fingers through the perspired hair. Like Michael's tummy trail, Rafi enjoyed playing with Sihr's body hair. He even found one of Sihr's pleasure places, poking his finger in and out of his deep navel and then proceeding to play with his treasure trail. Providing more experimentation, he tried feeling the base of Sihr's shaft, as it kissed the entrance to his ass. All of this felt so stimulating, as his guts sensed the space being taken up by his partners inner thrusts. They fell back into unison, when Jason and Michael ended their kiss-play and Jason began pounding Michael's ass. Sirh picked up the pace as well, but instead of a rough pounding, moved his cock in and out easy, without a heaving ball-pounding of Rafi's ass. Michael put his hand on his own cock and started beating it to Jason's rhythm. Looking over at Rafi, he could see that Sihr neared ejaculation, so took Rafi's hand and pushed it towards his cock. "Jack it like hell, man!" Rafi didn't need anymore convincing after he and Sihr set in motion their fuck tools. Towards 'that time', Sihr did speed up his ass pounding. Jason led the cry of eternal bliss, shooting his load deep into Michael's ass chambers, Michael's load shooting into the air and landing on his own chest and stomach. Part of his awesome orgasm could be attributed to watching Sihr's hard fucking action that also brought Rafi to term, shooting his white liquid onto his black haired chest and stomach. "Oh man that was so fuckin' hot!" Jason cried out, as his chest met with Michael's slimy chest and stomach. When Sihr crash landed on Rafi, Michael and Jason heard him cry out in their native tongue, but it had the same ring to it, as if spoken in english! Michael and Jason moved over to the young couple, touching their bodies. Jason rubbed Sihr's wet back, massaging it, as Sihr had done for him. "Thank you," Sihr replied to Jason, their eyes meeting. "Anytime," Jason replied back. When they looked up, Michael and Rafi were mouth to mouth. They laughed, then slipped together, kissing each other, to follow suit. Soon sleep overtook both couples and they fell into dreamland. % "Hey guys!" "What Dario?" Seth asked, as they lay in the low end of the pool. "What is it, Dario?" Shaheen questioned the young Rican's sudden slap of an arm across both of their chests. "No, can't be." The two also looked in the direction of Dario's attention. Slowly walking towards them, they eyed a young guy, same dress code as them, in the buff. "Yeah, it is! Aiiii, I don't believe it!" Dario continued the onslaught of skeptical words. "C'mon guys, stand up!" "Hello," the stranger's voice more asked than stated. "Hombre! You... you're the actor!" "Shhhh!" the stranger, now recognised, said to Dario, slipping down into the pool from the edge, after looking to and fro. "What are you being quiet about?" Seth asked. "I'm trying to keep a low profile," he responded to Seth, with more than a followup answer on his brain. Shaheen asks, "You will have to forgive me, but I do not recognise you," he says to the Dario's described actor, a bit blushing. Seth says forwardly, "You don't know who Evan Christoph is Shaheen?" "No. I am sorry Mr. Christoph." "Don't be, man. I know the show's popular, but it's not every guy that watches Queer As Folk." "I have heard of it!" Evan smiles, then takes a dive to sit next to Seth. "Oh sorry I splashed you, um." "I'm Seth." "Nice to meet you Seth," Evan introduces himself, taking Seth's hand from under the waves, to shake. "So, you guys on vacation or something?" Dario says, "I am, but I didn't know I would be taking it with Seth and Shaheen." "Shaheen. Nice name." "Thank you Evan." "Don't mention it man, um where you from Shaheen?" "New York." Seth says, "Evan means from where in the world, Shaheen." "I am from the middle east. An Arabian country." Evan figured he may be prying into something, so left it as that. "So, all of you guys in college?" Dario replies, "Seth and I work for the airlines." Shaheen says, "I am worker in restaurant." "And are you on vacation from the set?" Dario asks Evan. "Actually, I am and I'm not." "Huh?" Seth inquires, lowkey. "Yeah, oops, sorry about that Seth," Evan says, accidentally slapping his own thigh and Seth's along with it, in unison. "In reality I got killed off." "Killed off?" They all laugh as Dario goes into this long array of critically acclaimed feelings, have English and the rest in Spanish. "Hey, calm down man, it's no big deal." "Yeah, but Evan, you were so hot in your role." "Maybe, but like it goes, I might be fit and look good in the role, but it takes more than looks to act, Dario." "I thought you acted good, Evan!" "Thanks Seth, but tell you the truth, I didn't feel real comfortable with QAF. I mean, it was pleasurable as far as laying with Gale and Randy and 'shit'! is that Hal Sparks a live wire!" All the guys laughed at Evan, as he grabbed his own cock and balls, explaining the hot action. Seth asks, "So you're spending all your money staying here, Evan?" "Not really. Truth is that I learned my lesson the hard way. You see, I wasn't very good at economics and squandered just about everything I made. Fortunately, I had met Jack at the Exile in Cali." "Cally?" Shaheen asks. "California," Dario filled him in. "Yeah, one night I came in, this was after I had already lost my contract, looking for a job. Jack thought it would be great to have my 'celebrity status' around. Oh yeah, it sure was, until three guys took me to their room and raped my ass all night." "Those fuckers! Who are they? I'm tear their asses apart with my barehands!" They half laughed at Dario, as he jumped up from the pool, screaming bloody murder, his cock and balls bouncing around with his prize fighter attitude. "Calm down, Dario. It's no big deal." "I'd call it a big deal if some assholes pumped their load up my ass!" "Dario, thanks, but Jack took care of everything." "I hope he nailed their balls to the wall!" Evan looked down, making swirls of waves in the pool water with his finger. "Jack was very sweet to me. He handled it so there wasn't any publicity. I.... I..." At that point Evan lost it. Both elbows settled on his knees, his face resting in his palms. "Hey hombre, don't let it bug ya," Dario said, crossing over to the other side of the four jocks and sitting next to Evan. Seth, after seeing Dario put one hand on Evan's shoulder and another on his back, tried it out, too. He tried to think of something calm to say to Evan, to help him out of his emotional crisis. "Evan don't cry. It's over with." "Thanks Seth." Instead of embracing Dario, whom went out of his way to cross the mighty sea, Evan turned to Seth, putting his arms around him and drawing their chests together. Shaheen, on the other hand saw it bother Dario, so got up and sat on Dario's right side, putting his arm around the Latino. "Are you at it again, Evan?" They all look up to see Jack standing there. "I'm sorry Jack." "Nah, it's okay. Look's like you've got a hotter shoulder to cry on!" The late fortyish looking owner of Exile, stood there, looking at Evan hugging Seth and instead of feeling real hurt for the former actor gained some happiness at seeing him 'connecting'. "If you jocks feel up to it, your buddies asked to join them for a drink before they paint the town!" Jack waited for their answer, taking in all the jock flesh. Dario, more the leader replied, "Yeah sure. Is what we got on appropriate for the bar?" When Evan began giggling, they all saw it appropriate to laugh along. Especially when Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "See if I care!" Jack especially didn't care as he handed a towel to each jock as they exited the pool, drying off as they towards the direction Jack pointed them in. He had to do some rearranging, as he followed them to the bar! % "What are you into Milton?" "Anything permissible, Amir." Milton's transportation had pulled out of Maquamat's parking lot, enroute to Katonah, his luxury home out in West Chester. On the back seat Milton sat with Amir. Across from them in two separate seats sat the two young men whom had assisted with Marc Ambergini, bringing the drunken man out to the limo and placing him in the front seat. "I think we should have a good evening then." "So, what did you mean when you said if I wanted these two boys to come along, Amir?" "They are your's do as pleases you." "Really? Tell me your names and ages, boys." "I am Zair. Twenty years old." "And you?" "Sabah, sir. Nineteen." As they talked, Milton sensed fear in their voices. Perhaps sensing if they didn't say something correctly that there would be recourse from Amir. "Quite young are they Amir?" "Yes, and handsome." Amir spoke something to the two in their native tongue. Each slid off of their seat and rested on their knees. After looking at each other, they each began taking off their tuxedo jacket, then their bow ties. Next they began unbuttoning their white shirt with the frills. After each had slipped their shirts off they returned to kneeling position, knees spread, sitting upright, hands behind their back, heads down, as if looking at the carpeted floor. "I see they've had some training, Amir." "Do you wish to see their beauty under their white tee shirts, Milton?" "If you're offering it!" Another order from the sultan made each boy remove the tails of their tee shirts from their pants, stretching them out. Right away Milton caught a glimpse of their dark treasure trails leading under their beltlines. Crisscrossing their arms in front of each, the boys took the tails of their tee shirts and proceeded to whip them off over their head. Amir smiled when he saw the forty year old's hand go to his crotch as the full awareness of the naked, young male flesh and the clinging hair adorning their bodies became visible. "Exquisite, Amir!" "I thought you might like two of my prize bulls, Milton. Call them to you." All Milton had to say is the word, "Boys", and the two crawled forward the two feet and reassuming the position in front of him. "Go ahead, Milton. Touch them." Reaching up, Milton placed his left hand on the side of Zair's right pec. His right hand cuddled Sabah's left pec. "Nice. Very nice." "I am glad you like them, Milton. I make you offer for this evening." Milton's hands drew away from the young boys' flesh as if hot. Well, they 'were' hot, but when he heard the word 'offer' he figured offer as in rentals. "Noooo, put your hands back. Tonight I offer you these boys in exchange for Marc." "Marc?" "Yes, Milton. These boys are your's for this evening. In fact for as long as you wish to have them, in exchange for me to spend some quality time with Ambergini." "I don't know about that, Amir." "These boys are your's for sex, bdsm, anything you wish. They will do anything you wish or answer to me." Milton sensed the boys would, since they showed signs of dismay when they heard Amir's will, as if there would be hell to pay. "And what plans do you have for Marc?" "Nothing that he will not agree with." "Hmm. I see. Does that include bdsm, Amir?" By this time Amir sensed Milton conceding to the deal, as his hands were back in motion, massaging the boys' pecs. Milton began drawing closer to acceptance, as he noticed both boys' crotches rapidly expanding! "As I said, only what Mr. Ambergini wishes to do." "Ah, yes I think that will be agreeable, however...." "Hee heee heee.. why do I suspect further negotiations are in store, Milton?" "If Mr. Ambergini wishes to leave in the morning then you will oblige him." "I agree and I will leave with my two boys." "No. You will leave the two boys and I will bring them back when I come to the theater, Amir." Amir first sensed anger, but then lightened up and agreed. The limo pulled up to the gateway to Milton's home, stopping in front of the door. Separated by acres, the home, not over extragravant sat in front of it's own cul-de-sac. The driver exited, opening the doors, taking in the barechested eyecandy, as the boys shivered in the night air. After Ambergini had been brought inside, Milton told the driver he was excused for the evening. "Very nice place you have here, Milton." "Thank you Amir." "Tell me where the facilities are and Marc and I will proceed to get to know each other better." "Facilities, Amir? You mean like the washroom?" "No, meaning the dungeon?" "You promise you wouldn't do anything..." "Milton, Milton... I've assured you that I will play fairly." So, the two barechested boys proceeded to heft the thirty-five year old benefactor up and escort him down the hallway. Milton unlocked a door under the stairway and the five traveled the way downwards. With the flick of a switch, the dark room lit up to reveal a scenario that made Amir's crotch react to. "Ooooooh Milton, you surpass yourself in description!" "Boys, leave him over there on that table." Milton had directed Zair and Sabah to deposit Marc on the black leather bondage table. "Thank you Milton, you and the boys may leave." "Remember Amir..." "Milton, I know. Safety." So, taking his leave, with the two hotties in tow, Milton closed the iron door behind him. "Are you boys thirsty?" Neither one spoke. "You can speak freely." "Water, please sir," Zair finally motioned to Milton. "How about a scotch and soda?" "If it pleases you for us to have it, sir." Milton wondered about all this. Two young guys, college aged behaving as if they had been slave trained or something. "No, what would be your pleasures, if I allowed you to have a drink, boys?" "Um," Sabah began to say, "whatever you would like us to have, sir!" Milton at first thought they were roleplaying, but then his curiousity kicked in. "You boys are role playing, are you?" "Beg your pardon, sir?" Zair asked. "Hmm... Come over to the bar, boys." "Yes, Sir," both acknowledged. "I'm going to set a can of cola here, a bottle of spring water here and a glass with scotch and soda here. Zair, pick which one you would like to have." Milton stood back, leaning on the edge of the counter, behind the bar. Both he and Sabah watched as Zair's hand moved from the cola, to the spring water, the scotch on-the-rocks, then back to each again. "Well?" "Sir, I can't choose." "Why not Zair?" "Because..." Sabah spoke up, "We're not trained to choose." "Not trained? Am I missing something here?" Both looked down, Zair dropping his hands to his side. "Sir?" "Yes, Zair." "I am at your mercy for punishment because I cannot choose a drink." "That's bullshit! I command you to choose a drink, Zair!" "I cannot Sir. Slaves are not permitted to choose of their own free will." "Sabah, you choose." "I cannot sir." "Hmm... and what punishment shall I give you, do you suppose?" Milton didn't know what the hell punishment to give them. He hadn't even known what the rules to the game were! "May I suggest fifty lashes, sir?" "Fifty? Where?" "Across our asses or back? Chest, sir? Wherever you feel it would give you the satisfaction of punishment, sir." Milton couldn't see where he would want to damage those handsome bodies. "Tell me, Zair." "Yes, sir." "Have you been punished like this before?" "Oh yes, Sir. Many times." "Many?" "Yes, Sir. When we first came here, we did not want to submit. Amir broke us with punishment." "Broke you?" "Yes." Milton, intrigued by the unraveling details grew very anxious to hear about all this, but also began yawning something fitfully. "Um, why don't we continue this upstairs?" "As you wish, sir." Leading the two up the stairway, they came to a set of double doors. Milton led the two in. He began to take off his jacket when Sabah intercepted the action. "Oh!" "Please, sir. Let us help make you comfortable." Regardless of how they got that way, Milton didn't refuse their generosity. He ever caught himself getting into the 'master' jargon. "Zair, why don't you finish stripping and pull the covers down." "Yes, sir." Before long, he and Zair were stark naked. "Shall I finish taking my clothes off, sir?" "Yes, Sabah and then join us in the bed." Milton thought if nineteen year old Sabah were anything remotely likely in Zair's image, he would be having a long night of wakefullness. Zair wait by the side of the bed until Milton inched his way into the middle of the deluxe, queensized mattress. "Come on, Zair." "Yes, Sir." His cock had already reached the nine and half inch full erection, leaking that gooey, salty matter. "Shall I get that for you, Sir?" "Get what Zair?" "Clean your cock, Sir?" "You do whatever you're used to doing, Zair." By this time Sabah stood at the side of the bed, legs spread, back arched, hands behind the small of his back. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Milton directed to Sabah. "Yes, sir." His giddy attitude changed to receiving total sexual satisfaction, as Milton's cock received the royal 'cleanup' treatment from Zair's mouth. He watched as Zair, still on his knees, hands behind his back, leaned over and licked away at the head of Milton's 9.5c. "For God sakes, Zair, get comfortable!" "Yes, Sir." "You! Sabah." "Yes, Sir?" "Work some tongue magic on me." "Yes, Sir." Milton lay back, totally enjoying the sucking and licking delights of the two mideastern jocks. "Use those hands, too!" He figured out all the ways that he could make these two stiff guys loosen up and act like real lovers. Then he came up with his own rules. "Tonight I'm ordering you both to forget all about these slave rules and act like regular men!" They both sat upright, looked at each other, then smiled. Breaking from their rigid slave posture, they went into action, licking Milton, but then also entertaining their sir. At times Zair and Sabah would lay lengthways with Milton, head to foot and '69' each other while he watched. "Would you care to taste either of us?" "Both!" Milton said, laughing, upon which Sabah sat on Milton's chest and fed his rod to the older master. While Sabah teased Milton, moving his cock in and out of his mouth or holding one of his firm, hairy balls over Milton's mouth, making him stick his tongue out to lick it. "Are you having fun, Milton? Oooooh I'm sorry. I mean, master?" "Oooh now you are a badboy, Sabah. I will have to punish you!" "Yes, sir." All this time, Zair had been cleaning up the 'cockmess' that Sabah had been helping to create. "How would you like to punish me?" "Damn, it's as if you were going to like this, Sabah!" Zair offers, "We are trained to like pain, sir." "Is that so?" "Yes," Sabah seconds it. "But do you like getting pain, boys?" Zair says, "We like it if it is your will, sir." "No, that's not what I asked. I asked if you like it, asking for an answer of your own free will!" The two look at each other. They disengage of the activity on the bed and stand in slave position after climbing off the bed. "Will you two fucking tell me what's happening, instead of screwing around with my mind here?" "We.." Zair says, "we have failed you." "Failed? I hardly think so, since you've made me the happiest I've been in years." "We have violated our oaths, sir." "You two have done nothing wrong, as I see it." "Sir, you have given us too much freedom." "Yeah, sure. Aha, make me the bad guy!" Zair and Sabah once again exchange glances. "Sir", Zair begins again, "when Amir finds out how we have behaved then we shall be punished severely." "Well, he's not going to find out because I'm not going to tell him. I'm just going to tell him you did your slavely duties and that's that. So?" "He will find out because we will tell him." "You're going to rat on yourselves?" "It is our duty." "Hmm... and what if I commanded you 'not' to tell Amir the way things went?" Sabah pointed out, "That is impossible sir, unless..." "Unless what?" >From Zair's lips the truth escapes, "Unless you buy us, Sir." "Buy you?" more....... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. assgm.net nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent. dont strike a fault, unless you can admit you've slipped..T Chase McPhee