Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2015 13:55:43 -0800
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Lincoln's pride- 3

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+{Lincoln's Pride}+

Part 3

"No, Lincoln, you can't come with me. I need you here today," Mr. Hamad
said and waved to my work area in his office. "Caleb is late, but that's
normal. You just need to show him some of what you do and make sure he
doesn't buy anything. Just babysit him until his real business manager
comes back tomorrow. I have some last minute meetings before our flight
tonight."

He was moving around his desk, deciding which files he would take with him.
I adjusted my grey tie by the window and looked out over the city knowing
it might be the last time I saw Los Angeles for a long while. I wish I had
made time to see my family before we left, but I had video signed with my
dad and he understood. I had told him all about the bee incident and using
the epipen and still feeling sore. He said I should be grateful to be alive
and grateful to Mr. Hamad for not firing me.

"Lincoln? Are you listening?" I heard his voice right behind me as I was
leaned against the window. I felt his warm breath on my neck and my skin
tingled where the air had brushed. "Lincoln, little one, are you having a
seizure or something?"

"Sorry sir, I just got lost in the view," I admitted with a bit too much
sadness in my tone. I started to turn to his voice. He was still
uncomfortably close behind me and I turned directly into him. He stopped me
with a hand on my shoulder and then pushed me back to look out at the
window as he pressed in behind me. His muscled, warm chest felt good on my
still sore body.

"Focus, little one. I know you will miss your world here, but we will
return when possible," He put strong hands on either of my shoulders and
gave them a squeeze like the massage he gave me in the doctor's office. I
relaxed under his touch and breathed him in to me as he roughly worked my
sore muscles. I was still a bit groggy from the medication working its way
out of my system. He rubbed me with concern. "Does that feel better? Still
sore, little warrior?"

I nodded against his thorny beard, "A bit, sir."

I closed my eyes for a second and then felt him draw me back against his
chest for a tight hug. His hands rubbed over my abs and I tightened them at
his touch, arching my back to show them off to him. His beard prickled my
smooth cheeks as he put his chin over my shoulder, his face next to mine so
we could look out over the city together.

He leaned me forward, pressing his thumbs into my lower back to continue
the massage. My ass pushed back against him as my face touched the glass.
His package pressed in between my cheeks separated only by thin dress pants
and the thin, sheer black briefs I'd watched him stuff his snake into this
morning when he came out of the shower. I felt his bulge press into me,
thick but soft. My hole twitched and my cheeks clenched it in a hug that
betrayed my secret interest in him. I didn't want him like that, but my
body ignored my protests.

My face turned back to him, pressing my cheek against the cold window as my
eyes turned to look at him. He looked down at me with intent as his hands
massaged my back, my ass pushed hard against him. His look, concerned but
not sexual. He was intent on making me feel better and I suddenly realized
how dirty I was being, pushing up against him. I turned red and he caught
me, his expression relaxed into a forgiving smile.

"It's ok, baby blue eyes," he assured, "You're still coming down from the
medicine." He understood. I sighed relief.

"It's the first time you are away from your family and the only culture
you've ever known. I get that, little one, but I'll be your family until
you can see them again. I will take care of you and help you adjust. I will
be your father and help you grow into the man you are to become," Mr. Hamad
had something in his voice with that last part. It wasn't his normal,
self-assured imperative tone. He pulled me up away from the window and back
into a hug. He started to rub his beard against my cheek in soft, upward
lifts.

"I know i'll be ok sir," I relaxed my back against his chest and he held me
up with ease. "I will make you proud and learn everything you can teach
me," I breathed him in and closed my eyes.

My skin felt a wave of goosebumps in his warm, protective arms. From the
outside, we must have looked like two buff gay queers readying for their
honeymoon in Queeristan. But from the inside... deep inside his protective
muscled hold... it made sense. Somewhere between friendship and family, he
held me and it felt primeval, this was how it was supposed to be, since
time began.  He held me until the anxiety passed and then he kept on just
because it fit. We said nothing to each other, it would have ruined it.

"I'm late for group hug? Damnit! Traffic was a bitch," a sing-song gay
voice shattered our silence and I heard an awful scraping as Mr. Hamad
clenched his teeth. Caleb caused him pain, confusion, anxiety. I wanted to
hurt Caleb.

"Yes, that's why you leave early," Mr. Hamad's tone was angry, annoyed by
the intrusion. He tore away from me after pausing to kiss my cheek. The
simple gesture let me know I wasn't painful, not confusing, nor did I bring
him anxiety. I wasn't the cause of his angry tone. I win.

With that, Mr. Hamad grabbed his case and headed out past Caleb. The two
exchanged an awkward kiss with sloppy tongues. Well, awkward for me. I
wasn't used to seeing guys do that, but Mr. Hamad was foreign and seemed to
have odd relationships with the blonde boys in his life. I mean ours wasn't
exactly the standard boss/intern... but it worked.

Caleb had worn a suit today and he actually didn't look too bad. His blonde
hair was gelled up nicely,  and floated higher as he gave a loud yawn.

I stayed by the window in the last bits of warmth as Mr. Hamad's aura
escaped the room. My heart sank at his absence. He hadn't left me with
another person since we'd been together. He would be back. I smoothed my
suit and tucked my shirt back into my pants, willing my hard cock back
before I turned around. I just needed to babysit this guy and keep him
happy.

"Coffee, intern!" he sang to me as he floated in and tossed a leather work
case on the desk. A few fashion magazines tumbled out along with a gold
cased iPad. I moved to pack them back nicely and saw the bag had not much
else inside it save for a pack of gum.

I went for the phone and asked the secretary to have coffee sent up. Caleb
sat in Mr. Hamad's oversized leather chair as though it were a familiar
spot. He laid back and swiveled around to look out the window. I saw his
black leather shoes pop up on the back table.

I let him be and went back to last minute data entry since he seemed ok
with quiet. The coffee arrived in fancy paper cups and I wondered if he had
fallen asleep. I debated disturbing him as it could mean I could get some
work done while still following Mr. Hamad's imperative.

"Well, babysitter? Coffee?" a somewhat feminine voice sounded from behind
the big chair.

"Oh yes of course, Mr..." I didn't know what to call him.

"Caleb, just...Caleb.  Bring it over. You're my personal slave for today.
I'm assuming you've already been informed of that," He sounded annoyed and
fumbled to exert control through his tone.

I went to him and walked around the chair to see him playing on his phone.
The sunglasses were off and his blue eyes surveyed me appraisingly.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" I said, placing the coffee in his
outstretched hand.

"Caleb, call me Caleb. And no. Just need to wake up," he said lazily and
took a sip at the cup.

"Ok, well take your time. I am working on things over here. I can show you
whenever you're ready," I said and backed away slowly. I really didn't get
his relationship with Mr. Hamad, especially after seeing the caliber of
muscle man who begged to be with him. This guy was ok looking, thin, toned
and athletic but in a gay way like one of those little russian swimmer
dudes you see in the olympics. Not one of the good ones either. I guessed
Mr. Hamad was into that.

****

He slept for a solid hour until Mr. Hamad's phone rang on his desk. I
cursed myself for not telling the secretary to not disturb us. I had just
finished the last of the work I needed to do though, so I quickly jumped to
answer it.

It was Mr. Hamad checking in. He laughed when I said Caleb was asleep and
we immediately heard Caleb yell, "Am not!" from behind me. Caleb demanded
the phone and I passed it to him and went to packing my computer and filed
the papers I had completed.

"Yes, daddy, he already showed me what I need to do," I heard Caleb say in
a baby talk voice. "Daddy?" I thought to myself. I shuddered and shook my
head. I had gotten somewhat desensitized to the gay world this past week
being in West Hollywood, but it still creeped me out hearing a grown man
call his... whatever it was, things like that. It wasn't like that between me
and Mr. Hamad, no, not at all.

I was glad Mr. Hamad didn't try to come on to me like that. I needed this
internship or whatever it is. We weren't like that at all, I reassured
myself. Caleb turned to look at me as he was finishing up on the phone,
"Yes daddy, he is taking good care of your -ittle -aby cub," his whiny
little boy voice made me cringe inside, but I raised my eyebrows and nodded
to be agreeable.

I looked at the clock, it was just past noon. Mr. Hamad had promised to be
back by 5 since our flight was that evening. We'd checked out of the hotel
and everything was packed in the trunk of his rental car. I sighed to
myself.

Caleb and I decided to go for lunch and that's when things went from bad to
worse. Caleb led me down Santa Monica to this string of gay places. He kept
trying to hold my hand as we walked but I pulled it away insistently.

"You know if I really hit the weights, I could be your twin, or maybe older
brother, but not by much. I bet you have a tight little body under that
suit," Caleb said with a laugh after ordering us sandwiches at a small
place filled with business guys on their lunchbreak. The place was narrow
but long, and the tables were close together.

This pair of older guys, maybe 30's, in suits were seated next to us and
the taller one kept looking over at me. He was a thick muscular man with an
expensive black suit. He had a thick, black, neatly trimmed beard, thick
brown lips and round brown eyes. He looked Arab, like he could be Mr.
Hamad's cousin.  I got distracted by the way he eyed me like he knew me
from somewhere.

"Oh um, yeah totally bro," I said to Caleb and looked back at the man
staring me down. He took a sip of his coffee and raised an eyebrow at me
and gave a nod. I couldn't take my eyes off him as though his stare simply
wouldn't allow it.

I gave a half smile not wanting to offend him. Then he nodded his head away
from our tables in two quick movements with a slight smile. I followed his
eyes and saw a sign for the bathroom. I shook my head no and turned to see
that Caleb had caught on to the situation.

"You're staring at my slave. Do you require his services? He is trained
quite well and responds to pain." Caleb interjected with a deadly serious
look and the Arab guy turned to him with an incredulous smile.

"Seriously?" his deep voice crept out between his curled up brown lips.

"No!" I said, "He's... No sir, he's  just messing with you really. I'm
straight... sir..."

"Silence sluthole!" Caleb commanded, still holding a straight face. "Just
for that I insist you go extra rough on that ass. He's taken five men
already this morning, but I guess he's yet to be broken."

"Woah, I just thought he was a cute kid. Thanks anyway, man," the guy said
looking at me with controlled disgust. His lunch partner, a thin white guy
in a nice suit shot me the same look.

"He's joking, really... He thinks this is funny... uh but thanks... but... um, no
thanks," I held up my hands and must have been bright red. Caleb held up
his phone and snapped a picture of my expression before busting out in
laughs. He was really enjoying this and I hated him more.

The man adjusted his tie and then reached down to adjust something else. He
gave me a smile, the disgust in his eyes had turned to amused adoration.
"Don't let him get to you, cutie. You get used to that around here," he
said and I blushed some more. He reached across the table and stroked the
back of my hand with a strong brown finger. I felt the warmth I normally
got from Mr. Hamad. I bit my lip and looked up at him. I didn't pull away.

"It's ok... sir," I don't know why I added sir. Something about the man, the
expensive suit, the commanding but soft way of speaking, the scent of
cologne that wafted invitingly across the table, reminded me of Mr. Hamad's
presence. He kept his eyes on me as I ate my sandwich.

"You're not from around here, eh?" the Arab man said to me a few minutes
later. Caleb raised an eyebrow while chewing on a pickle, loving the
continued advances the man made towards me.

"Up north sir," I said, shoving a chip into my mouth.

"He's mountain people. First week in the big city," Caleb interrupted.
"Tonight we're shipping him off to the Middle East, Satra to be exact, so
he better get used to lions like you... sir."

"Satra?" the man said and looked at me as though he expected this to be
another joke.

I nodded, "Yes sir, I am interning with Mr. Hamad, Samir Hamad of the Hamad
family." I volunteered too much information.

"My cousin!," he exclaimed. I perked up, feeling instant comfort with him.

"I had heard he was getting a new cub. I'm Nabil! Come! Let me look at
you!" He stood and I followed his moves. His height eclipsed me by a few
inches. I was looking up a little as he squeezed my biceps, my pecs, patted
my abs. He felt free to explore me.

"Yes, very nice. too nice for Samir!" he joked, "I heard his former cub was
lazy, soft, weak. You are very fit, any lion would be proud to call you
his."

"I am not his former cub! And Lincoln is just an intern!" Caleb was red and
nearly yelling from behind Nabil.

"I apologize," Nabil said without taking his eyes or hands off of me, "But
he does look more like a replacement."

"Let's go Lincoln, I'm done here," Caleb poured venom over his words.

"Oh," Nabil turned to eye him for a split second and then decided he wasn't
interesting. He turned back to me and the smile returned to his eyes. He
issued half-hearted apologies to Caleb, "Sorry, you are very... um nice as
well."

"I said, `let's go!' Lincoln! Now! Come, Intern!" Caleb stormed towards the
door. I scrambled past Nabil but realized we hadn't paid the check.

"Oh the check," I exclaimed and stopped, turning to the table to pull out
my wallet.

"No no, this is on me. I have caused you trouble," Nabil said and reached
for his wallet. He pulled a business card and held it towards me. "Tell
Samir I say hello and wish his family the best. Tell him I very much
approve of his new boy and look forward to seeing you back in the homeland
myself."

"Thank you sir," I said and reached for his business card, but he pushed
past me and slipped it into the back pocket of my suit pants and then
squeezed the cheek a little too hard as I let out an "Ahhhh" as his ear
pressed close to my lips.

I straightened up as the now familiar chill of a powerful Arab man handling
me spread through me. "Goodbye, sir," I said and he released me with a soft
kiss to the cheek. He swatted my ass as I walked quickly to catch up with
Caleb.

******

"You were just so totally into him, weren't you?" Caleb asked as I stepped
out of the cafe. He'd waited for me, sulking against the streetlight pole.

"No," I said with a snort, "No way dude. I'm not into guys. He's just Mr.
Hamad's family and all. I wanted to make a good impression. Why do you
queers think every dude is just three sips away from sucking cock?," I
spat, suddenly angry with him.

I'd wheeled around, met angry stares, and suddenly realized my comments
were not appreciated by the mostly gay passers-by.

"Of course you're not into guys like me, but them... they're different,
right? You get that. I saw how you react to their touch," Caleb prodded.

"What does that mean?" I laughed and looked away from him.

"You know what I mean, Lincoln," he said putting a hand on my arm as we got
near the entrance of Mr. Hamad's building. He loved squeezing my biceps and
I usually encouraged it with a flex when he did it. Who doesn't enjoy a
little adoration.

"They're not like us. It's why I fell for Samir in the first place. They
just have this power over guys like us. Gay or straight, it doesn't make
much of a difference. Blonde boys and dark men, it's primal. At some point
in history or evolution we must have lived under their power. Genetically
our bodies never got over it. They growl and we bow," he  looked serious
for once.

Caleb squeezed my bicep and added, "It's not about gay or straight."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Mr. Hamad is my boss, like as big
brother who is teaching me how to be a shark like he is. That's all it is
bro. Sorry to pop your little jerk off fantasy," I said as my mind turned
his words over.

"Keep telling yourself that, cowboy. It might sound a little funny in your
head though when you find yourself bent over his desk getting rid like a
bronco," Caleb couldn't let it go without the last word. I decided to give
it to him. I still had a babysitting job to complete.

We got back up to the office without incident and my body heaved a sigh of
relief as I closed the door behind Caleb.

"So what do we do with three hours to kill before Samir comes back? You
finished everything, right?" Caleb asked as he stretched out on the couch.

"Yeah, I guess. I was going to show you how to enter data and file things
to at least pretend like you earn some of your salary," I started.

"Nope, not interested, but I could help you out with something you will
definitely want to learn to control," Caleb looked at me with a smile.

"Uh, like what?" I said with hesitation, unlikely to entertain whatever he
was going to propose.

"Have you been on an airplane before?" He asked but didn't wait for an
answer, "Of course you haven't. And you ESPECIALLY haven't been on the kind
the Hamad family flies. It's not normal seats. You'll be in a little pod
with two seats that slide out into short beds. 13 hours, Linc. 13 hours of
breathing his air, his power, sweat, cologne. I know what it does to me and
I bet it does the same for you, right?"

"He smells like a dude, I guess. I don't go around sniffing people to get
off, man," I tried to sound convincing. He was talking about my secret
world with Mr. Hamad as though he were a part of it. A twinge of anger rose
in me.

Caleb just rolled his eyes. "You'll want to sleep and maybe you will, for a
little bit. But even then you'll be pressed together in the little pod. And
god help you if he's behind you. He'll put you by the window, give you a
line about seeing the view. He'll be behind you, have you helpless and
trapped in his space. I doubt he'll give you alcohol because you're only 18
and he is genuinely concerned about your health and growth. But he'll give
you something, a pill."

I thought back to the pill the doctor had given us yesterday saying it
would help me sleep on the flight.

"It will relax you, lower your guard. He needs a toy to entertain him on
the long flight. Sometimes he needs more than one. We rarely went back and
forth without him finding some little blonde passenger to fuck in the
bathroom a few times he banged the pilot in the cockpit," Caleb was right
beside me now, leaning against the desk while I pretended to organize
papers. He leaned into me like he was telling a secret, whispering the
filthy details close to my ear.

"It's not his fault, Lincoln. He has needs. So do I," Caleb whispered to
me, "He would have been loyal. He would have kept it all for me, it's my
fault he turned out this way. I never wanted to settle down with just one
lion, be sold for life to one cock no matter how magnificent it is. And
yeah, Lincoln, you've seen it. You know it's one for the records."

"I don't look at him that way," I interjected and pushed my tenting cock
under the desktop.

"Right. At first he was hurt, tried to reclaim me, tried to please me. But
then I caught him getting revenge with one of my friends. I joined them. He
took turns sliding into both of us and we all loved it. Soon I'd set him up
with all kinds of guys. I loved the look when they saw what he was packing,
what he planned to pack inside them. A few backed out or just wanted to
suck him, but most adjusted, begged for it. I knew he really just wanted
me, and that made it hotter. I could control the monster and send it on my
own missions." Caleb was rubbing a hand over my pecs now and squeezing
them.

"After all that, he's still loyal to me. He never knew how to stop loving
someone. I know he doesn't want me anymore, he fucks me out of obligation...
but Samir still needs to know I am taken care of so he set me up with this
fake job. I need him to let me go... And that's why I found tight-bodied
little you," Caleb stopped and put my earlobe between his teeth. His right
hand rubbed down to my abs.

I was rock hard, but I pushed away at his words. "No, I applied for this
job. It's my future, my dream. It's not like that with me and Mr. Hamad,
I'm straight."

He grabbed my arm and I allowed him to pull me back. "Ok ok, damn boy," he
smiled, pushed me into the chair.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked, checking the clock to see I
still had to be around him for a few more hours.

"Because you are about to be trapped in a small pod with him for 13 hours
and the scene I walked in on this morning was halfway to fucking. You think
you'll be able to keep your hands off of him that whole time? You're rock
hard right now just talking to me about it," Caleb reached down towards my
cock and I slid back.

"You want to be hard the whole time? Embarrass yourself in front of him?
You know whatever pill he gives you to sleep is going to make you hump him
in your sleep. It's just a side effect," he said and leaned back against
the desk. He had a mini bulge of his own going on. After only being around
Mr. Hamad for awhile, it was hard to be impressed with anyone.

"I think I'll be ok... I'll just jack off in the bathroom before we leave," I
said, not believing I was actually discussing this with him.

"That will only prime the pump," he laughed. "Let me suck it for you, drain
your balls. I can empty the reservoir like no girl you've ever had."

"Uh no, bro. I'm not like that. I'm sure it would shrink when you touched
it. I don't even think it works like that," I protested though my cock
wasn't going down.

"You'd be surprised what skills I have. Just close your eyes, picture a
girl, picture Samir if that works better, though he's never sucked a cock
in his life," Caleb laughed. That little piece of information made my cock
thump. Of course he'd never do that. He wasn't gay at all. He just liked
to... well ok he liked to fuck guys, that's kinda gay. But it wasn't like
Caleb-gay.

I thought for a moment as my cock drooled in my briefs. "Show me how you
suck him, yeah?" I proposed.

Caleb loosened his tie and pulled off his suit coat. He started to undo his
belt buckle. "No no," I protested, "Seriously, I don't need to see your
body down there." He shrugged and took off his dress shirt hurriedly. He
left on his tie, even tightened it back against his neck.

"Samir likes to pull on it sometimes when I'm going down on him or from
behind when he's stuffing me," he knelt down in front of me. I remembered
when Mr. Hamad had put his tie around Derek's neck while he fucked him.

I reached forward and took the silky tie in my hand and pulled his head
forward. "This how he does it?" I turned my hand to wrap the tie around my
palm, bringing his face to me.

"Yes, and then this," he said and then took two of my fingers between his
lips and sucked them.

I pushed them back against his tongue, reaching for the back of his throat.
He gave a little wretch sound but swallowed and smiled. He nodded his head
with an "uhhh mmm" sound. His mouth felt weird but then I hadn't ever had
my fingers in someone's mouth. I didn't think girls would like this. His
eyes blurred a little but he wasn't fumbling, he knew how this worked.

I slid my fingers out and wiped them across his nose. They were wet with
his spit, and I painted his cheeks. He looked at me with disappointment. He
gripped the arms of the chair for support and I pulled him up closer. I
pulled on the tie, bringing his face inches from mine. He pursed his lips
like he wanted a kiss. His breath brought the scent of his gum to my nose.
He had spit it out, but the spearmint lingered and I studied him with mild
repulsion.

"You really get off on this, don't you?" I felt a rough voice come out of
my mouth. He lowered his stomach and slid his hard little prick against my
thigh. I was glad I hadn't let him take his pants off.

"Yes sir," he said in that nauseating little whine, "Samir does too." That
last part turned my stomach. It wasn't the Mr. Hamad I knew. It wasn't my
Arab.

"Show me what he likes and don't sound so faggy," I said flatly. This was
investigation, insight into my mentor. That was all it was, I told myself.

I let the tie uncurl and slip from my fingers. Caleb lowered his lips to my
neck and started to tickle me with his tongue and soft bite. His hands
reached for the buttons of my shirt. He loosened my tie just enough to
slide my shirt open. His teeth, tongue, and lips did a little dance down my
neck to my smooth, pale chest.

"Damn, I knew you were built," he said as he kissed down to my small, pink
nipples. "So fucking beautiful, dude," he said in less of a whine, trying
to imitate the Cali surfer-bro accent. He bit and sucked at my nipples,
sending waves over my chest and a ripple through my stomach. I flexed and
tensed my already cut muscles unnecessarily. I don't know why, but I wanted
to look bigger for him. If I wanted to experience what Mr. Hamad saw in
him, I needed to bulk up.

He kissed down my abs, taking a special interest in my belly button, "I
love an outtie, easier to keep clean, no surprises," he said
matter-of-factly to my small protruding button. "Samir will love this too,"
he added, always putting a detail about Mr. Hamad to keep me engaged in
this with him. He knew my secret.

His hands rubbed at my bulge. I was proud of it, but I knew that coming
from his usual diet of thick, Arab meat, mine would be somewhat of a
disappointment.

His teeth worked my belt buckle and he expertly pulled it out and opened
it. He bit at the buckle again and slid it out of the loops and then spit
it on the floor. The things he knew to do with his mouth made my cock
twitch and leak more in my briefs.

He worked at the button next, the pants were a little loose there to
accommodate my sizeable ass. Mr. Hamad had said they would get tailored
next week when we got back to Satra. He said we would get more suits for me
and make sure they fit. He had slid his hand into the back to show his
disapproval of how loose the waist was. But he stopped when he got to my
cheeks since they were tight there. He gave them a squeeze, approving of my
muscles.

Caleb opened them and bit at the zipper, sliding it down as my cock, poking
at the restraining briefs pushed out. He used his hands here to slid my
pants down and off. I sat there in my tie, blue briefs, and black socks. He
stood and backed away, taking me in.

"Damn, your body is bangin', Linc. I can see why you got the job the first
interview," He smiled. He didn't look half bad with his shirt off. He was
thin but somewhat toned, definitely not flabby like some guys his size. He
must have worked hard to keep the balance without getting too big lest
someone mistake him for an alpha.

"Uh, thanks, I guess?" I stretched out a little, sliding down to move my
package towards the edge of the chair. He stepped towards me again and I
couldn't help myself. I sat up on the edge of the chair and reached for his
tie. It dangled from his neck, down his smooth, pale chest. We were two
white boys getting it on in the head office of a top Arab business. I
wondered what the CIA would make of this if they had his business under
surveillance.

I grabbed him roughly by the tie and dragged him back down to his knees. He
coughed as I cut off the air, but smiled hungrily. "You're getting the hang
of this," he said with a dry throat from below me on the floor.

"Yeah, you too," I said and pulled him back to me. I laid back and he slid
off my briefs with his teeth. They didn't want to go and they caught on my
cock, but he was a persistent and experienced little fag. He pulled hard
and twisted them around and then down and off. He took them and put his
nose right in the crotch, inhaling deeply.

"That's gross," I laughed, knowing it was something I engaged in nightly.

"Sorry... sir," he said in a masculine but submissive tone, "I honestly
haven't ever explored anyone younger than me, much less whiter. It's
different."

"Then stop wasting time with my briefs," I said and a spark ignited in his
eyes, liking the firm tone I adopted with him. I didn't know where it was
coming from. I honestly had never thought I would be here naked in a shiny
tower dominating an older skinny white guy. Oddly enough, I was quickly
adapting to the situation.

I pulled on his tie again and brought his lips inches from my cock. With my
free hand, I grabbed my shaft and pumped it twice as he tried to taste the
tip with his tongue. I held firmly on the tie and slowly lowered him to it.
It was choking him, but not too much.

His lips settled on the tip of my cock and he pressed them together firmly
as I tugged on his neck through the tie. He banged his lips against the tip
a few times like he wanted me to force it into him. I grabbed his hair like
I'd seen Mr. Hamad do. I pulled it down painfully so he had nowhere to go
and suddenly he parted his lips, just slightly. It was all I needed and I
shoved the tip in.

"Mmmmm" he whined around my cock sending vibrations through it. Before he'd
started, I was worried about it shrinking up in disgust, now I was worried
about how long my cock could resist his expertise. I gripped his hair and
put my other hand on the back of his head, pushing him down deeper.

His lips slid down my shaft in this forced O shape that felt like a kung fu
grip ring around my cock. Behind the lips, the rest of the shaft was
getting a warm tongue bath. It was wet and hot in there and he swirled the
tongue in slow, deliberate circles around me.

He wasn't even moving now as I just held his head there with half my cock
inside him.

"Aww fuck, aww dude, uhh oh man," I was mumbling nonsense at the sensations
on my cock. This was nothing like the girls I'd let go down on me. They
were sloppy slurpers wanting to get things over with and I wasn't much
better. Their limp little lips would just sit there and they'd bob up and
down on it letting my cock rub against their tongues.

Not this guy. Caleb was full-on certified triple platinum. I got lost there
just holding his head in place while his lips vice gripped my shaft and his
tongue danced around me. I let my hands slide and he popped off my cock.

"Dude you suck at this," he laughed. "You have to force it in, talk filthy
to me, make me your bitch, bro." He coached me. "Samir would never let me
get away with just resting my head on his cock. He takes what he wants,
fucks my throat, lets me know who is in charge. And I'm taking these damned
pants off. Even if you don't want to touch me, I like being naked. It's how
Samir would want it." Caleb stood and shucked his pants and slid off a
skimpy pair of red briefs.

"Ahh oh, ok," I mumbled groggily. I'd do anything to get my cock back in
that mouth. I sat up a little and focused.

"Get on that cock... uh... put your fag hole on my... Oh wait. Ok let me try
this again," I fumbled.

Caleb sat back on his heels, looking up at me from the floor with spit
dripping down his reddened lips to his pecs. He laughed, but looked at me
adoringly.

"God damnit, Lincoln. You're so cute and innocent," he laughed, "Samir must
eat that up."

"I'm trying, just shut up and let me try it again, ok?" I sighed, feeling
slightly defeated, even my cock was starting to soften.

I stood then, decided it was better to do this on my feet like I'd seen Mr.
Hamad do with Derek. I stepped towards him and he raised his head, opened
his mouth, and looked up at me with blue eyes that mirrored my own.

"You want to suck this. You dreamed about it. You wondered what your owner
was so curious about, what made him choose me. right?" I said in a slow,
deep growl.

"Yes sir," he nodded, his interest piqued.

"You want this cock in your throat. You want to be my little fag bitch,
right?" I continued.

"Yes, please," he leaned forward, but I grabbed his hand and pulled his
head back. I had his neck bent at a sharp angle so he was looking up at me
with mouth agape and tongue wiggling in desperation.

I grabbed my shaft slapped the hard cock against his tongue a few times,
painting it with the tip. And then I pulled his head towards me, shoving
into him all the way as fast and deep as I could. He sputtered around it
and I started to ram him.

"Look up at me, I need to see the begging in those eyes," I said and his
eyes snapped open and stared directly into mine. I started to pick up the
pace, throat fucking him with the tip of my cock. His lips went back to the
strong grasp on my shaft, massaging it as I slid in and out of him with
abandon.

"I [pump] am NOT [pump] your [pump] replacement," I punctuated each word
pushing in as deep as I could. My balls were slapping him in the chin. His
skin was so smooth.

"I'm [pump] not [pump] a lazy [pump] sluthole [pump] I'll never [pump] be
you [pump], Caleb!" I was ramming him and that last bit caught in his eye
with a sting.

He put his hands on my thighs and stopped sucking on me. He was trying to
push away, but I held him there until he jerked his head off. My cock
popped out with a "Smack!"

"That's not right Lincoln, fuck you," he said and turned away.

"I was just trying to... Sorry. I got carried away," I said but still jerked
my cock slowly. I was nearly ready to shoot.

"Just sit down again. I'll finish it," he sniffled and I thought I saw a
tear.

I stood there, still stroking slowly, but feeling like an asshole. "No,
it's..." I started, but he cut me off.

"JUST SIT DOWN, INTERN!" he barked, regaining his pride slowly.

I sat back in the chair and he crawled over to me. His eyes were a little
red, but he was straightening up.

"You want that cock again?" I started with the dirty low voice again as he
crawled between my legs. But then he rose up quickly and pounced on me with
his lips to mine.

I didn't have time to react, his lips wrestled mine. He was used to a much
more formidable foe. His tongue slid between my lips and he knelt on the
chair with his knees on either side of my thighs. I felt his ass rest
against my knees as he leaned into me. His skin felt cold from the air
conditioner and I slid my arms around his back.

The kiss wasn't something I wanted, but I felt it was the least I could do
after speaking to him like that. So I let him settle in against my chest as
he sweetly sucked my tongue into his mouth.

"You're not too bad at that," he said with a smile as he pulled away.
"First gay kiss?"

"I'm not gay," I whispered half-heartedly, his lips inches from mine.

"Do you want to fuck me? I think I'm good to go down there," Caleb was
serious, it was a different look on him.

"No! Jeez, I thought you only did that with Mr. Hamad," I said, my cock
staying hard and poking between his cheeks. He started to rub up and down
against it, sending little shivers through me.

"I know, but it might be your only chance. He certainly won't ever let you
near his ass," Caleb bit his lip, bouncing in slow motion against me.

"I don't want to fuck him either. I'm not," I started.

"Not gay, right we're still doing that," he rolled his eyes with a laugh,
"Ok then, just let me hot dog it for a few more minutes, this feels good,
right?"

I nodded and let my hands slide down to hold his hips. He felt so weak in
my lap. There was something strangely hot about it. His cock was
unimpressively hard and scraped against my smooth abs. He had his arms
wrapped around my neck, occasionally burying his face in my shoulder as he
bounced. He kissed my neck and my body buzzed with his sweetness.

I felt like I was seeing through his wall for the first time. I got little
glimpses of what Mr. Hamad saw in him. Behind that obnoxiously loud gay
stereotype he wore, there was a weak and needy boy. I focused on that
because my cock was ready to blow all over him as he expertly rubbed my
cock up and over his hole.

He tried to sneak it inside him a few times and I inhaled sharply as the
tip pushed against the pursed, tight lips. I shook my head no. I knew that
was a line I wasn't to cross. He belonged to Mr. Hamad, that was his to
use.

"Fuck Linc, I need it," he whined against my neck. I slid my hands up his
back as he kept up the slow, pressured rhythm. His teeth bit softly against
my skin and I knew he'd leave a mark there so I pulled him into me, his
chest against mine.

"Cale?" I whispered to him.

"Yeah..." he breathed into my ear.

"Don't leave a mark, kay? Don't tell him either. I... you're his ok? I don't
want him upset that we messed around. He might send me home," I hadn't
thought about it until now. He might not be too thrilled with my
babysitting techniques of his 25 year-old "cub."

"He wouldn't do that, he'd just use it to bring you deeper into knowing you
owed him, belonged to him," Caleb said flatly. "It's all good though, we
should wrap this up before he comes back... can you finish in my mouth?" He
slowed his bouncing and reached behind himself to give my cock a few pumps
in his firm grip.

He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned up and kissed me quickly before
going back to the floor. He went back to how he first started to suck me.
The tight O-ring lips followed by the warm tongue bath and gentle throat
massage. It was like a carwash with my cock sliding through and in my head
I pictured four hispanic guys waiting with towels at the back of his
throat.

I grabbed the back of his head again and started slamming into him. He
moaned and whined on me and stuck his ass up towards the desk behind us,
wiggling it to show me what other skills I had missed out on.

"Uh I'm gonna blow Cale, I... uhhh," I pushed into him as far as I could and
his mouth took over. He grabbed onto my ass and held me there in his mouth
as his tongue flexed around my cock trying to milk it. I started shooting
into him, my body flipping around in the chair as I lost control, buried it
in him. He was desperate for my seed and even without hands knew how to get
every drop of it out of me.

"UHhhh FUckkk!" my voice went up an octave and then dropped again within
the same phrase. "Take it Cale!"

Mid-shot I heard his voice behind me and felt two strong hands come down on
my shoulders. My head snapped up as I fired round 3 into Caleb's throat.
"Feed him, baby," Mr. Hamad stared down at me with an approving smile.

My look turned to horror. "Oh Shit, I... UHHH" I was still shooting. "Sorry
UHHH Mr. Ham-ahhhh," Caleb was milking me hard, not even caring that our
boss had just showed up early from his meetings.

"It's ok, Lincoln," he assured, squeezing my shoulders in tight massaging
circles. "It feels right, doesn't it?"

I nodded with one last, "AHHHH" as Caleb slurped the last of my offering.
He kept his stare on my eyes, which for some reason must have been more
interesting than his two blonde boys playing. I kept my eyes on his as he
rubbed me and started to work my pecs with equal roughness.

"Finish for me, little one, breed his throat," Mr. Hamad urged me in a
quiet low voice, maybe not wanting Caleb to hear. I pumped him roughly a
few more times, pulling at his hair as his eyes slid up my chest to beg me
for more. I used my other hand to rub at his cheek where my cock puffed it
out. I rubbed down against his throat where my tip was somewhere nestled. I
felt him breathing desperately through his nose and a little snot blew out
and his eyes watered up.

I gave his face one last gentle slap and then let him go.

I was finished and I slumped back against the chair, fighting to keep my
eyes open and on Mr. Hamad as he rubbed me roughly. I didn't know what time
it was and I was confused as to why he seemed totally ok with what he saw.

I felt Caleb slid off my cock and then he was standing at my side. Mr.
Hamad slid one of his hands behind Caleb and did something to him that made
him arch his back and cry out with pleasure. Mr. Hamad's other hand
continued to rub harshly on my left pec, he tweaked my nipple and made it
stand at attention.

I looked over at Caleb jerking his cock over me and Mr. Hamad standing next
to him, rubbing both of his blonde boys. Caleb had his eyes on me, a little
of my cum on his lips. He licked it and stuck his tongue out to show me he
still had more of me in his mouth.

Something about it all suddenly seemed weird. I know, I know. I'd just had
a guy blow me and ride my cock against his ass and kiss me and slurp me and
only now that it was over did it seem wrong. I tore my eyes off of them and
looked down at myself naked, pale, strong. My cock was going back to soft
and looked red from all the beating it had taken in this.

"What's wrong, little one?" Mr. Hamad said gripping my pec in his strong,
dark hand. I looked down at it and noticed he had dark hair over the back
of his hand and on his knuckles. It felt so warm against my skin, felt like
the only thing about this situation that was right. He reached over to my
other pec and gave it the same treatment, and then we both realized my
heart was beating with anxiety.

"I... uh... no," I whispered, "No." I wiggled out from under his palm and
started to get up. He gripped my bicep to stop me, but didn't force me to
stay.

I went for my briefs and stepped back into them. "This is not me," I
stammered to myself and anyone who cared to hear. "Not me."

"It's ok, little..." Mr. Hamad started to say, but then Caleb drowned him out
with deep moans as he started to shoot all over the chair. I was over by
the desk now and saw from the side that Mr. Hamad was fucking him with two
fingers. Caleb was shaking, rocking his head forward in quick sharp
movements.

"Ahhh fuck daddy," he yelled, "Fuck your wittle babyhole!" He was lost in
the ecstasy of the intimate exchange, unaware the other two participants
were over it.

I looked at Mr. Hamad who gave me a shrug, torn between figuring out my
problem and finishing his obligation to Caleb. I slipped on my briefs and
turned away from them. I'd make the solution for him and take myself out of
the equation. X plus nothing is just X. Simple. I went for my shirt and
pants and hurriedly dressed as Caleb screamed in joy behind me.

"Lincoln, little one, please," Mr. Hamad called and I turned to see him
slide his fingers from Caleb's hole and come towards me. I backed away and
put my hands up and he realized what he'd just been digging around in.

"Oh, uhh," he grabbed a tissue from the box on his desk and then grabbed
three more for good measure. He wiped his fingers and looked at me. "We
have to get ready to go soon. I have a shower down the hall so you can
clean up. I have clothes for you for the airport. You can leave that suit,
it doesn't fit you well anyways. My secretary will donate it."

"I... I can't... I mean, look what I just did... That's... I'm so sorry," I
buttoned my shirt.

"Don't be stupid," Caleb's voice sounded behind Mr. Hamad. "You had fun, we
both came, Just something we do."

"You do that... I don't," I said softly, more to Mr. Hamad than to Caleb
though I stared at my socks.

"I know that's not you, Baby," he said softly and came in front of me and
gripped my biceps firmly. Mr. Hamad's touch brought that primal magnet out
of my chest. "We can talk about this on the plane. Ok, little one? Please
don't quit now. Please don't walk out on me. Please don't... " He didn't
finish, but in my mind I knew he was trying to say please don't leave me
with him, with Caleb, with the world he had fallen into.

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