Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 19:13:24 +0100 (CET)
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Subject: Three Guys in Berlin - 7

Three Guys in Berlin -- 7

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The coming days passed with pleasure and joy and sex and cum for all of
them. Luke, Jay and Chris had the time of their lives. Even Luke downplayed
Chris' status as his slave. The night before their planned flight back to
Berlin, Master Amir had finally announced his presence, and he had invited
them to a dinner party. Their host Hamit had asked them to wear a certain
outfit that Master Amir would like. With all kindness he had also ordered
them not to have sex all day -- "to save the best for last".

The air was thick with anticipation on the day. Master Luke, his slave
Chris, and their friend Jay were the only guests of Master Amir and
Hamit. The outfit Hamit had handed to them for the night was labelled "SoA"
at different parts. When Jay said that he was not a slave of Amir Luke had
smiled and said:

"Wear it with pride. We should be grateful for what Master Amir offered to
us, and it will not be to your disadvantage if we show some respect
tonight." He sparkled with his eyes. Jay nodded.

The three guests were expected to don tailored black nylon pants that hug
their curves and emphasize their masculinity, accentuated by the red print
of "SoA" on ass and crotch. A black leather harness adorned their chests,
accentuating their bodies and drawing attention to their nipples. Gold
chains dangled from the harness, swaying enticingly with each
movement. Leather wristbands completed the ensemble. The shoes Master Amir
had selected for them were black, high-heeled boots that laced up their
calves, giving them a sexy swagger as they walked. They looked incredibly
gorgeous and sexy when showing up.

When Master Amir arrived, he instantly exuded an incredible air of
self-confidence, wealth, beauty and power. His eyes were the first thing
they all noticed: They were dark, mysterious, magic. The three men from
Berlin felt pierced when he looked at them. Master Amir was perfectly
groomed, his black hair was styled, and he had a perfect stubble in his
face. He had an olive complexion. He wore a simple white silk kaftan which
had his family coat of arms on it. It was hard to tell what he wore under
that kaftan, or if at all he wore anything, but they were certain to see
his muscular frame. He wore a black bisht, the traditional coat which was
embroidered with gold and silver and looked very valuable. Jewellery and
expensive rings adorned his body. His shoes were stunning, too: he wore Air
Force 1 from the Louis Vuitton x Nike cooperation in gold. Those alone must
cost a fortune, Jay figured. Everything about Master Amir just looked
perfect. The three Berlin boys all felt a bit ruggish despite of their
well-chosen looks, and they even had a certain inferiority feeling in his
presence, even Master Luke.

But Master Amir also had a way to make them feel comfortable. He invited
them to the table, and a discreet servant moved between the tables, pouring
glasses of a vintage wine that seemed to glow like liquid gold. They
recognised the boy as the teenager from the dunes! He was a household
servant of Master Amir!

As the evening progressed, the conversation flowed effortlessly, touching
upon topics as diverse as the art of collecting rare antiquities and the
intricacies of BDSM etiquette. Chris found himself drawn into the
discussion, his master's arm casually draped around his shoulders as they
shared intimate stories and laughter. Across the table, Jay listened
intently, his curiosity piqued by the unique dynamic between the four men.

After dinner, Master Amir rose from his chair, his eyes gleaming with
anticipation, and addressed the group. "My friends, you have all been most
gracious guests this evening. Now, I would like to ask Slave Chris to
perform for us. Present yourself, slaveboy!" Chris felt a thrill of nervous
excitement course through him. Hamit guided him to the centre of the room
where he was on display. Music started to play, and Chris out of an
instinct started to "perform". He danced and showed off his body and took
off his shoes and pants with sexy movement. When he only had his chastity
belt and the slave collar on, Master Luke handed the keys to Master Amir
who gave them to Hamit. The exchange was a sign of trust and respect
between the two dominants, and it left Chris feeling both honored and
slightly overwhelmed. He bowed his head in gratitude.

Jay found himself transfixed by Chris' strip show. The body of his old
friend moved with a fluid grace, each movement perfectly in sync with the
music. It did not look to Jay as if this was the first time for Chris to
perform. He spun and twirled, and Jay couldn't help but feel a sense of awe
and admiration for the display of skill and athleticism. Chris hardened his
cock, but he knew better than to shoot off even though he would have loved
to, now that he was free from the cock cage. When he hade made final leaps
and moves, all clapped their hands.

Master Amir had his face flushed with excitement.

"Bravo, Slave! That was truly exquisite. You have done your master and
yourself proud tonight." He turned to Luke, who smiled warmly, his eyes
shining with pride.

Jay found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Chris, who was now
standing before them, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion of the
dance. "Thank you," he gasped, "that was for you, Master Amir. For all of
you." His voice was hoarse from emotion, and Jay felt a strange stirring in
his chest.

Master Amir smiled indulgently.

"Now get on all fours and crawl and start with my feet", he said with a
slight sharpness in his voice.

 "I am yours to command, Master Amir", he said. At this, Master Amir
chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that seemed to vibrate through the
room. Chris started to crawl on all fours, full naked, and he started to
free the beautiful feet of their generous host and massage and lick them
well.

Master Amir, Master Luke and Jay kept talking as if Chris was not even
there. It was only by the look on the face of Amir that Jay could tell how
well Chris worked on the Arab feet. Master Amir mentioned that they needed
to get to business, but Jay did not understand. He noticed that Master Luke
was not just charming as usual, but even a slight bit servile and eager in
the talking.

When Master Amir snipped his fingers after a while, Hamit came and took
Chris to another place where he fixed him in a perfect fucking position on
a bed. Chris was chained and gagged. When Hamit was done, Master Amir moved
with the others to the bed.

His eyes met with Chris', and for a moment, Jay thought he saw a flash of
vulnerability in Chris' gaze. But then Master Amir leaned in, his lips
brushing against Chris' ear, and whispered, "You are mine, Chris. Do you
understand that?"

A shudder ran through Chris' body at the words, and he nodded.

Master Amir smiled, his gaze traveling down Chris' body, taking in the
long, lean muscles, the broad shoulders, the narrow hips, and the perfect
ass that was presented to him. He reached down and grabbed Chris' cock,
which was already hard and leaking pre-cum, and began to stroke it in time
with his own heartbeat.

As he continued to tease Chris, his fingers found their way to the entrance
of his ass, spreading the tight ring of muscle apart. He paused, savoring
the moment, before slowly, carefully, guiding the head of his cock toward
Chris' entrance. There was a moment of resistance, but then Chris let out a
gasp, his body tensing in anticipation as Master Amir pressed
deeper. Slowly, inexorably, he pushed further inside, feeling the hot,
tight flesh grip his cock like a vice.



Chris arched his back, his muscles straining against Master Amir's weight
as he fought to take in every inch of his xl cock. Master Amir smiled down
at him, his eyes dark with the desire to dominate. He began to move,
withdrawing almost all the way before thrusting back in with force, burying
himself to the hilt once more. The sensation was exquisite, the feeling of
being claimed so completely overwhelming for Chris.



As Master Amir fucked Chris, Luke and Jay had their cocks in their hands
and were wanking. Hamit came and told Luke to crawl under Master Amir and
lick his balls. Luke did, even though it was hard to get to the balls and
to get in tune with the rhythm of Amir's brutal fucking. Jay gasped. Master
Luke, that dominant monster, was trying so hard to please Master Amir as if
he was his slave. Jay stroked his cock real hard, but not for long. Hamit
gave him a slap on his cock, pushed him down and started to fuck Jay in the
ass. Jay had no idea what happened, all went so quickly, but he soon felt
the long cock of Hamit in his tight ass. The sensation of that and of that
threesome with Amir, Luke and Chris was intoxicating.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion: Master Amir's grunts
of pleasure as he thrust into Chris, Luke's soft moans as he kissed and
sucked on Amir's balls, the wet slapping of their bodies together, Hamit's
angry fuck sounds of Jay, Jay's moaning, and the muffled screams of Chris
who was brutally taken by Amir.

Master Amir, his breath ragged and his movements growing more urgent,
continued to fuck Chris, his hips slapping against Chris' ass in a rhythmic
pattern. He leaned forward, his weight pressing down on Chris' chest, his
lips finding Chris' ear once more. "You belong to us, Chris," he whispered,
his voice rough with desire. "You will always be ours."

Master Amir's movements were growing more frantic. The same was true for
Hamit now, pounding Jay. Master Luke was still licking hard but also
wanking his rock hard cock. The sensation of being so thoroughly taken and
pleasured was unlike anything Chris had ever experienced, and as Master
Amir finally released his seed into him, filling him up with his warm,
salty essence, he felt a wave of pure ecstasy wash over him. He came second
after that without even touching his cock.



Master Amir groaned, his body shuddering as he came, his hips bucking
against Chris' ass one final time before he collapsed forward, pinning
Chris to the bed. Luke came as well, and Hamit shot his load into Jay's
ass. Jay stroked his cock frantically and shot his load on Chris.

"Thank you, Luke," Amir panted, his voice ragged. "You've been very helpful
tonight."

Luke grinned up at Amir, a pleased expression on his face.

"My pleasure, Master Amir. Chris is quite the prize." He stroked a hand
down Chris' chest, teasing a nipple.

"Yes, I'm sure", Amir said. "But for now, perhaps you should help me clean
up." He lifted himself off of Chris, his erection still throbbing. Luke
nodded, retrieving a towel from a nearby chair to wipe the sweat and cum
from their bodies. Amir shook his head. "With your tongue, Luke!" Luke
complied.



Chris was still in chains, somewhat dazed from the intense pleasure he'd
just experienced. His body ached in places he hadn't even known could ache,
but there was a contented weariness to it as well. He watched as his master
Luke knelt in front of Master Amir, tenderly cleaning the other man's
body. It was a display of loyalty and affection that Chris found both
touching, arousing, and disturbing.



Hamit had let go of Jay. He was all the smiling kind man again as if he had
never been a brutal fucker.



"Hamit," Master Amir said, his voice steadying. "We should get to business
now. Why don't you take the slave to his chamber?"



Hamit bowed his head slightly, unchained Chris and led him to the slave
chamber.

"Come with me", he said to Jay. Jay followed, and when they were out of
sight, the two men kissed each other without saying a word. "I think you
have the keys for the slave chamber", said Hamit. He motioned for chaining
Chris to the wall. Before doing so, he put the slave collar and the
chastity belt back on. Jay was unsure. They had had so much fun, now it was
returning to some sado-style locks and chains? Was it not all a game for
better sex? "Jay", said Hamit with a sharper undertone. Jay decided that
this was what was to be done and that Chris actually loved that, too. So he
chained him to the wall.



Once that was done, Hamit started to make out again with Jay. Chris was
heavily aroused by seeing the beautiful Hamit with his old best friend
Jay. What a couple, he thought. Jay was growing hard again.

"I want you to give him a hard whipping", Hamit whispered seductively into
his ear. Jay did not believe what he was hearing. It felt like love, and
now Hamit asked him to beat up his best friend with a whip? Hamit took his
cock in his hand. "Do it now", he said. There were enough tools in the room
to comply, but Jay felt bad about this. He loved Chris. He did not want to
hurt him. "What are you, Jay? Are you a man? An Alpha, even? Or are you a
pathetic wimp?" He kissed him hard and started to squeeze his nipples. "Do
it for me, Jay", Hamit said. Jay was hard now. Hamit took a long lash from
the stand, handed it to Jay, and Jay felt his arm move around, swinging the
whip and letting it crack on Chris who screamed out loud. It was hard to
tell whether he was screaming for pain or for the surprise that all of
sudden Jay was giving him a whipping. Jay continued. Hamit pressed his body
from behind to Jay's, and Jay felt Hamit's hard cock at his entrance
again. He felt supported by Hamit, yes, he wanted to do this, yes, he
wanted to do what Hamit said, yes, he wanted this beautiful Arab to
him. Hamit whispered softly into his ears, encouraging to whip
harder. Chris was now in tears and pain, unable to defend himself since he
was chained to the wall. When it was over, Chris broke together, and he did
not know whether that was out of pain or because he realised who had
inflicted this terrible pain on him. Hamit rewarded Jay by entering his ass
again, very softly, and it felt really good for Jay who now got more
accustomed to being a bottom. When there was a snip of fingers, Hamit knew
they had to return. He had not come again into Jay, but their bond had
grown.

Chris closed his eyes. The weight of the manacles around his wrists and
ankles was familiar, comforting almost. It was a reminder of where he
belonged, of who he was.



The teenager now led the four men into the sitting room, where a large,
ornate wooden table dominated the center of the space. Amir sat at its
head, flanked by Luke on one side and Hamit on the other. Jay was standing
by. He had no clue what Amir and Luke had done in the meantime. He had
expected them "to do business", but that seemed to come only now. A ledger
lay open before them, its pages filled with neat, meticulous script. It was
a contract that Hamit read out to the parties. Amir and Luke were the
parties to the contract. Jay was mentioned as a witness to it. It turned
out to be the document that would seal Chris' fate.



It was a contract of sale. A slave trade. Master Luke sold all the rights
he held over Chris to Master Amir. Ownership of Chris moved from Luke to
Amir. Jay did not believe a word of what he heard. Chris was traded like
cattle. Luke gave certain guarantees in the contract -- as to Chris'
education, health status, fitness and slave training. He also promised to
kill off all traces of Chris' existence, inform family and friends,
employer etc., so that Amir's ownership was not questioned. Amir retained
the right to revoke the contract if Chris should turn out to be unfit, but
in that case, Chris would not be returned to Master Luke, but Luke had to
bring a replacement. It remained unclear what would happen in such a
case. There was only one vague assurance of Master Amir: He would endeavour
to treat Chris in a way that no permanent bodily harm was endured just in
case that Luke was asked for a justification. And then there was a payment,
of course. An enormous sum, partly in cash, partly in crypto after six
months. The contract ended with a clause stating that both parties were
aware that this contract was not enforceable in ordinary courts, but that
they were also aware that both parties had the right to seek alternative
enforcement action -- "whatever it takes".



Luke leaned in, his eyes fixed on the page as Hamit ran his fingers down
the lines of text. "It's all in order," Hamit said with a bow of his
head. "Everything has been accounted for."

Amir nodded in agreement, his expression solemn. "Yes, I've gone over the
contract myself as well. It's a fair agreement. We have been more generous
than last time."

Master Amir signed the contract. So did Luke and Hamit.

"Thank you, Luke," Master Amir said, his voice soft and appreciative. "Your
efforts in finding Chris, training him, and bringing him to us have not
gone unnoticed. He is a fine addition to our household."



Hamit nodded in agreement. "Indeed, he is," he murmured. "It's an honor to
have him here." He glanced up at Jay with a mysterious look.

Luke grinned, his expression turning predatory. "It's a pity that I won't
see what you have in store for him, Master Amir."

"You have to sign now, Jay, as a witness to the contract", Hamit now said
with a matter-of-fact voice in Jay's direction, holding out the pen. Jay
shivered.

"I am not going to sign this", he said, taking all the courage he still had
in his body. "Chris is my friend. I have done terrible things to him, but I
will not do this", he said. "I am not going to sell him like cattle."

Amir laughed out loud. "We are not going to slaughter him, and while we may
milk him, we are probably not going to sell his milk!", he laughed.

Jay did not move, and Luke sensed anger swelling up in the Arab man. He
knew that the deal was close to break down with Jay's dodgy attitude. He
wondered whether he should have been more explicit before, showing Jay what
was in it for him. But it was too late now to be subtle.

Luke rose to his feet, ready to beat the shit out of Jay. Jay trembled. He
felt he was trapped. But then, Hamit jumped up.

"All good, Master Luke, there is no imminent need to force Jay to sign this
contract. It would not be binding in such an instance anyway", he said in
his kind and persuasive tone. Luke had none of this.

"Don't ruin our future, Jay!", he exclaimed. Turning to Hamit he said: "No
one will know whether he signed willingly or forced!"

Hamit stood in his way before he could lash out to Jay. His presence made
Luke sit down again. Hamit turned to Jay, taking Jay's cock in his hand
again, whispering softly in Jay's ears.

"Are you a pathetic wimp again, Alpha-Jay?" He moved his fingers to Jay's
ass-crack. "Here are the people you love, you even admire. Look at
Amir. One of the most powerful men around. Rich, beautiful, successful,
intelligent. You were in admiration and awe of him when you first breathed
the air he breathes. Look at me, Hamit. You love me, don't you? At least,
you love my cock. And I love you, Jay, honestly, I am not faking that, I
can't. I am not allowed to fuck around with guests, but I could not hold
myself back. From the first minute I saw you I felt that you are special,
and that I needed to make love with you. I trusted you because I know I
can. And look at Luke. Have you not noticed that he is your best friend? He
loves you. He showed things to you that you never even thought were
existing. He trusted you 1000 per cent. He wants to impress you, that is
why you are here. You were made for each other. You will leave this island
tomorrow as a rich man. And I do not just mean financially rich. I mean the
richness of experience and of love. Maybe we do not see each other again,
but you will always be a very sweet memory to me, and maybe I will be for
you. But you earn something much larger than this. The friendship, the
partnership and the love of Luke. Look at the three of us. Trust us."

Hamit had two fingers in Jay's ass now and Jay was rock hard. He moved to
the table, softly pushed by Hamit, but also out of his own will. He signed
the contract. Luke patted his head and gave him a kiss.



Master Amir cleared his throat.

"Then let us conclude this business, shall we?" he said, his voice rich
with authority. He gestured to the slave chamber. Hamit went off to get the
slave. Jay was holding hands with Luke.

Chris was a picture of misery. The wounds of the whipping showing, his will
broken, his eyes empty. Master Amir was inviting him to kneel before the
ledger. As Chris knelt, his knees pressed into the plush carpet. He bowed
his head in submission. Amir felt a surge of possessiveness course through
him as he watched his newest submissive present himself so willingly. Luke
and Hamit had done a good job.

"Slave Chris, as you kneel before this ledger, do you agree to offer
yourself to me, and to this household, as a slave?"

Chris' heart raced as he swallowed hard. He looked up at Master Luke,
questioningly, but Luke only nodded reassuringly. "Yes, Master," he
whispered. "I agree."

Hamit guided Chris hand to sign the contract. Chris did it without reading
a word.

"You're doing very well, Chris," Amir murmured, his voice low and
soothing. "You're a natural. Take it like the good slave you are."

Hamit rang a bell, next. A minute later, the teenager showed up. He had a
red-hot forging iron in his hands, and they could read the mark engraved on
the iron in mirror image, burning hot: "SoA". The teenager brutally pressed
it on Chris' ass, branding him like cattle.

Chris screamed like a pig. He arched his back, gasping for air. Tears
welled in his eyes, but he refused to cry out. He was a slave now, and he
would endure whatever his masters saw fit to give him. He fainted. Amir
watched with a mixture of arousal and amusement.

"The tattoos will be applied later. I think he needs a break", Hamit said.

"Get him out of sight now", Amir ordered. "Drinks and music! We need to
celebrate!"



The next morning, Jay did not remember too much of how the night had
ended. He was sitting in a car to the airport with Luke. Hamit was
driving. They had left Chris behind to whatever fate awaited him. Jay was
filled with remorse. But Luke took him into his arms and caressed him.

"This went so well", he said. He was really happy. "I never expected Chris
to be such easy prey. And Amir was really generous. He has a soft spot for
such German guys like Chris." He stroked a strand of hair from Jay's
face. "Jay, this really paid off for me, and of course for you. You will
quit your job and move to Berlin. We will live in Chris' apartment, well,
mine anyways, and we will have a real ride, Jay!" He was overflowing with
joy. Hamit looked into the rear mirror, making eye contact with Jay. He was
smiling broadly, and Jay couldn't help but smile back.

"We still have twenty minutes to the airport. Enough time to suck me off",
said Luke and pushed Jay's head to his crotch. "And make sure to catch
every drop, Jay-slave, Master Amir would not approve of my juice on his
leather seats."



End.



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