Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 19:42:58 -0500
From: jay benson <Joystick56@Hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexters' Saga Chapter #14

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga
By Joystick
Part 14

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters,
places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or
are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or
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End of Chapter 13

Then, after the Judge regained his composure, he took the chief's hand and
pulled him close and whispered in an angry tone, "Do not provoke me,
Mike. In two months your reappointment as Chief as well as your
departmental budget will come before me for review. As the head of the
Justice Department, I have always liked to provide you with all that you
needed to function. Ahh, need I say more?"

The Chief had no thought of complying with what the Judge had demanded,
however, he just nodded and moved on...

Chapter 14

After being introduced to the social life of the town as the Judge's Social
Secretary, Dexter noticed a change in both his and the town's attitude. He
started to fit into the social structure of the town. At first he was
unsure if this new feeling was genuine or if it was just Yethro's influence
that had pressured the town's people into accepting him. In any event,
Dexter began to feel a part of the community. The town council had approved
his being hired as Yethro's second clerk. They even allocated a small
salary to cover his expenses. He had started to study Arabic and made the
effort to use more and more of it when he would talk to people. This made
the old timers even friendlier. He found that they smiled and opened up to
him. They enjoyed correcting his grammar and helping him to speak
correctly.  While the language was not at all easy, he enjoyed not only
learning it but also learning about the customs of the people. His work at
the courthouse was interesting. It fascinated him to see how they were
twisting and adjusting American jurisprudence to fit into Sharia
law. Slowly but surely, his past faded from the minds of both the town's
people and himself. They no longer looked at him as an outsider or even as
a slave. Except for a rare occasional meeting with one of Sultan's patrons,
people just forgot about his past and things settled down to what could be
called a normal life. He began to relax and enjoy this new life and his
arrangement with the Judge just flourished. He did have to admit that it
did have its advantages and that there were times during the day when he
forgot about his slavery. Now, just six months after they had moved into
the new house, Dexter decided it was time for an official rapprochement of
sorts. After all, it was not the town's fault that he was still a slave and
now he wanted to show his gratitude to them. The idea of some sort of thank
you party formed in his mind. Yes, a party, and he would use the fact that
it was the half-year anniversary of their new home as the party's theme.
One night, as they were getting ready for bed, he broached the subject to
Yethro. At first the Judge was a bit apprehensive.

"Why do you want to do this?" asked Yethro. "Are you not satisfied with
just the two of us living here together? Are you now longing for younger
companionship? Are you getting tired of me this soon? Perhaps I am not
enough company for you?"

"Younger companionship, no it is not that at all. How can you even think
that! I'm more than satisfied with you. But I am beginning to feel at home
here. Not only that, but you and I have begun to fit into this town. They
have accepted our living together and our life style. In the beginning I
thought that they would hate me for stealing you away from your wife. After
all, she was one of them and a daughter of one of the founding fathers. Me,
I was the outsider, an infidel prostitute, who had torn you from her arms,
so to speak. The had every reason in the world to hate me. However, it did
not work out like that. I don't feel that way anymore, I think they like us
and have begun to understand that it was not like that at all. But in spite
of all this evidence, they refused to treat me like the home wrecker that I
really was. I just want to say thank you to some of them. They no longer
make me feel that I'm anything like a prostitute who corrupted their native
son and brought him down into the gutter. They know that while I'm still
your slave, I had nothing to do with the trouble in your marriage. Now they
treat me as if I belong here and I think I am not only getting used to
living with you, but that I like them as well as you."

The Judge was ecstatic. "See, I told you so! Do you remember the
conversation we had at the cabin before we moved here when I told you that
you would sooner or later become a part of us?"

"Yes I remember it well and if you remember, at the time I told you that as
a slave I could not become your willing lover nor anything more than a
passive courtesan. Only a free man could bind himself to another person or
community."

"Yes, I remember. At the time I might not have understood, but since then I
am beginning to understand and appreciate your position," the Judge said,
"However, this understanding still does not make me sympathetic to your
situation and therefore we are in a quagmire! I can either keep you as a
slave or risk losing you by setting you free. I am just afraid to set you
free and find out that you are no longer in my life."

"I'm afraid that's really our only solution. Before I can give myself to
you or anyone completely, I must be free to do so," Dexter said but then,
seeing the look of disappointment in the Judge's eyes, he added, "Judge, I
don't know. Maybe this party is my way of telling both you and the
community that I am getting used to the situation and trying my damnedest
to make the best of it. Yethro please, this party, is a way of saying to
you that while I'm stuck in this situation, I'm also happy to have you as
my `Master'. I want you and our friends to know that in spite of my social
position, I like you and them and this party is my way of saying thanks to
you and your friends."

"Well, it may not be all I want, but it is a start. And it is a start in
the right direction. I really did not expect you to soften up so much, so
fast. I now predict that someday soon you will come to your senses and
accept the one, true God and his prophet...", Yethro said and left the rest
hanging in the air. "Yes! We will have your party and who knows, I might
even have a present or two for you."

"Thank you, Yethro. But no presents. You have made me very happy and that
is enough. What do you think about making it a swimming party? In a few
weeks the solarium will be finish and since it will enclose and cover the
pool we can have the party there. That way we can show it off and even go
swimming if the weather is a bit cool." Dexter said.

"Good idea, I was thinking of having the builders rush to finish it and I
also want to have the gardeners finish the plantings and landscaping. I
would like to make it look like our place at the lake. Everything was going
to be ready by late June but I think I can get them to hurry it up. As soon
as they complete the job you can set the date," the Judge said smiling and
then added, "you know, Dex, the reason I wanted an indoor pool here in town
was because I do miss our time at the lake. I loved the time we had at the
lake and I wanted the pool to remind us of last summer every time we go in
for a swim. I still remember the times both of us spent on the swimmers'
raft making love last summer. I can't wait to do it with you on an air
mattress in the middle of the pool!"

"You dirty old man!" Dexter said as he enfolded him in his arms and kissed
him deeply. Breaking away he said, "I hope you mean that we will do it when
we are alone and not at the party."

"Old! I thought you said I was a young stud. Has living with me for six
months changed all that?," the Judge asked as he moved away from the
embrace. "Perhaps I am getting older and you will soon need to find a young
cock to keep you happy."

"No! No! Don't you see my love, you are like an old bottle of wine and the
older it gets – the better it is."

The Judge grabbed Dexter into his embrace again, pressed his body against
him and whispered into his ear as he ground his hardened cock against his
lover's body, "there does that feel old and feeble to you?"

Dexter reached down and pulled the zipper of the Judge's trousers down. He
reached in and grabbed his hard cock and encircled the hot meat with his
fingers. "No my love it is neither old nor feeble." Dexter said smiling as
he started to kneel down before him and cupped his balls with the palm of
his hand while placing the shaft into his wet, hot mouth. After a few quick
licks to moisten the monster, he ran his tongue carefully along the
underside of the erect organ. Dexter, by this time was well aware of most
if not all the areas that gave the Judge the most pleasure. Using this
knowledge he made sure his tongue hit every one of them. He knew that the
main area was the corona and he nibbled and licked around it until Yethro
was about to blow his load. The cock head had begun to swell and leak
precum but Dexter did not wish to have him climax this soon. He released
the lip pressure on the man's cock and instead of sucking up and down the
shaft he began a sort of circular motion with his head that slid the penis
into every corner of his hot wet mouth. Yethro screamed as he came and
Dexter continued to work on the shaft.

"Stop! Stop it already. You are driving me crazy" Yethro screamed as he
tried to pull away from those ravenous lips.

Dexter withdrew his mouth but then started to lick and lap at the Judges
balls. The Judge collapsed onto the bed as Dexter quickly stripped the
clothes off the Judge's body as well as his own. Then without any more
preliminaries he mounted the Judges ass and like a mad man he pounded him
into oblivion. They both fell asleep. Dexter's cock still in the Judges
backside, both nude on top of the covers... Dead to the world...

The next few weeks were busy ones as Dexter planned the party and the
carpenters, painters and landscapers finished up the solarium. The room was
magnificent. It looked like a desert island. There were hidden changing
rooms, showers and the pool area had been redone to look like a lagoon with
a small waterfall at one end. Big birdcages held tropical birds. A large
patio surrounded the pool with lounge chairs and piped in music. Bushes and
lush tropical plantings were planted both inside and around the outside
glass walls, cleverly blocking the pool from outside eyes. Yethro told
Dexter he had this done so the two of them could swim nude whenever they
felt like it. And they did make use of it almost every evening when they
came home from work. They would soak in the hot tub, shower and then swim
in the pool. Many an evening they would eat out there and fall asleep after
making love in one of the lounge chairs. The Judge even allowed Dexter to
keep a refrigerator with a few bottles of wine and some snacks handy for
the times they would relax and listen to good music.  All in all, it was an
idyllic life for the ex-prostitute and the Judge. Even the townspeople
thought that the Judge was becoming more humane and friendly. His rulings
in court were more evenhanded. And he was being talked about as a possible
candidate for higher office. This was all speculation and Yethro did his
best to not encourage the talk... but then, it was with a smile that he
tried to cool the talk down. One night as the two of them sat together in
the hot tub, Yethro said to Dexter, "The funny thing about all this is that
we Arabs are not supposed to like people who are "known"
homosexuals. Although we have always had it in our culture, it was sort of
hidden. However, it was always known that our ruling and cultured people
kept men and especially young boys for sex. This goes back into our history
and folk lore."

"Well maybe people are tired of the pretenses and want a man who is
unafraid to live his life as he wants to. Maybe some of American culture is
beginning to rub off on your people."

"Dexter! Don't ever let me hear you saying that to our people. You and I
can discuss these things, but only between ourselves," the Judge said
relaxing in the hot bubbling water. "So tell me, who are you going to
invite to this party."

Dexter listed about eight people he wanted to invite and then asked if the
Judge had any other names he would like to have sent invitations.

"Yes, I would like to invite some of the lawyers in town and then there is
the Mayor, Mike the Police Chief and the aldermen."

"Must we invite the Police Chief? You know I don't like him."

"I'm afraid so, my dear, he is very influential and while I share your
dislike for him, he can be very useful to me. Has he bothered you since our
last party?"

"No, the times that we have met since then have been professional and he
has not made any advances on me since you threatened him. If you think it
is O.K., I will invite him. Do you have anyone else you want?"

"I will think about it and give you a list," the Judge said and then added
with a twisted smile on his face, "how about Sultan and some of your
friends from his establishment?"

Grabbing the Judge's head and pushing it under the water, he held it there
as the Judge struggled. He finally released him and then told him, "There,
that will teach you! This party is to thank our friends for welcoming me
into the town not to remind them of my past."

Dexter sent out the invitations and all of the guests sent back replies
except the Police Chief. This upset Dexter and while he was wondering if he
should call him or not, who should appear at his desk but Mike.

"Yes Chief, what can I do for you? Dexter asked.

"I came to talk to you about this invitation. I just wanted you to know the
reason why I'm not coming."

"And why is that?"

"Well, it's going to be a swimming party and seeing you in nothing but that
bikini you wear will drive me crazy. I just could not control myself and
the Judge would... Or is that the reason you invited me?"

"I didn't want to invite you but his honor insisted. I don't care one way
or the other, but Yethro insisted and I think you would be smart if you
showed up." Just then the Judge opened the door to his office and saw the
two of them talking.

"The Chief was just telling me that he feels uneasy about attending our
party. Seems as if he is a bit shy about appearing in his bathing suit."
Dexter smiled.

"Come now, Chief, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed about. From
what I hear about you, one half the town's women and many of the men have
already seen what you got in your pants. Besides it always pays to
advertise. If you are not there people will think that we are feuding and
we don't want them to think that. We can't have them thinking that the law
and law enforcement are not compatible, can we?"

"The people will think what they want to think. Well, Judge I will
reconsider, but I really don't think I will be there."

With that, the Chief turned around and left the courthouse and after he
left the Judge turned to Dexter and said, "I think I'm going to have a
problem with him. He is getting too big for those riding boots of his and
someday soon I will have to cut him down to size."

The day of the party came and it was a big success. The Judge's friends
loved what he had done to the house. The pool was now the center of
attention and talk. Little tables were set around the pool and refreshments
were served. Dexter made a little speech – thanking them for their
friendship and telling them that both he and the Judge valued their
friendship very much.

After this Yethro took the floor and said, "I have an announcement to
make," and after every one had settled down he continued. "You all know
that Dexter is my slave. You have not treated him as such and I want you to
know that both he and I really appreciate it. However, as of right now, I
am giving him his freedom. I had the legal documents drawn up and posted
this morning. They take effect in the morning. He will be free to stay here
or leave our community. I hope he decides to stay and that you continue to
welcome him, as I'm sure you will. However, it is his choice as a free
man."

Dexter was flabbergasted. He did not know what to say. The Judge just made
him a free man and he was tongue-tied. The guests came up to him and shook
his hand and wished him well and said that they hoped he would stay in
town.

The rest of the evening just passed by the eyes of Dexter as a dream. After
everyone had left the Judge and Dexter went up to their room. They were
both exhausted. Yethro told him how much he had enjoyed the party and that
he hoped he liked his present.

Dexter sat down on the bed stunned. Unable to speak (more like afraid to
open his mouth) he just sat there waiting.

"Dexter?" the Judge shook him, "are you alright? Can you hear me? I thought
that is what you wanted! You are free to stay here with me or leave. I
would love you to stay, but I understand if you want to leave and I have
your papers here, a hundred dollars cash and I have set up a bank account
for you to live on until you get settled. There is enough to last you for a
long time, but if you need more I hope you will contact me. You can leave
here tomorrow. It is my hope that you don't because I want you to stay with
me of you own free will. However, you are free to do whatever you want. No
one will stop you. If anyone tries to stop you, just show him your
papers. Dexter, my dear, you were right all along. Only as a free man can
you give yourself to me. I no longer want you as my slave. I want you to be
my lover and my life partner. I am going into the spare bedroom to sleep. I
do not wish to cloud your mind by being here with you. When I wake in the
morning, I hope you will be here. If not - I will understand."

To be continued...