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" 07 (M/M oral lite bdsm) WriTtenby T. Chase McPhee
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"Now whom could be calling this time of the morning!"
Milton, sweating and all steamy from the two jocks getting him off, plus their dried semen collected on his chest and stomach, climbed from the bed and picked up the telephone. After complaining about his private number being sparked with a telemarketer on the other end, proved wrong, he hit the caller with thefaulty, wrong number bit. Then he became aware that the party on the other end had been intent on reaching him.
"Whom? The FBLO? I don't know anyone with the FBLO!"
After spending a minute on the line, the male voice on the other end talked Milton into allowing him to come out to the house at this ungodly hour of four o'clock in the morning.
After ko-ing the phone back into the cradle, Milton admitted to himself, "Well, I guess I better get a shower!"
Moving back to the bed, he hated like hell to leave Zair and Sabah. However he sensed pity in what their young lives were going through and sensed peace when he spied the two had gravitated towards each other after he had left the lovenest. His hand fidgeted with his cock and balls, just watching Zair's lightly haired ass, lying over Sabah's crotch, his body half covering the nineteen year old's lightly furred chest and that neat, defined trail running down Sabah's taut stomach. As Milton showered, he wondered if he could coerce Amir into a 2-for-the-price-of-1 sale!
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"Ah, so you are coming around Mr. Ambergini," the thirty-four year old sultan of slavery called out, after Marc had stirred.
"Where... where am I? What are... what're you doing?"
Not only did Marc realize he weren't in his own bedroom, but that he had been stripped naked and tied down eagle-spread to a rather large, black leather table.
"You, my handsome man, are the product of a deal."
"Deal? Where's Milton?"
"Oh Milton.. heee, heee... by now he is fast asleep after enjoying the company of two lads whom have sucked him dry."
Marc Ambergini, notices something in Amir's hand.
"What are you going to do with 'that'?"
"This? Use it on you."
"Use? Use that on me? I want you to release me this instant, Amir. I want to see Milton."
"Ooooh, I'm afraid that's impossible. You see we have this deal that, well what you might call a two for one and you're my one for his two."
"I don't care what you think, I demand you..akkkkkkkkkkk! Oooh shit!"
"No, wrong words, boy. You are to say, 'thank you, sir!'"
Marc looked totally shocked out of his gourd, not to mention smarting from the soreness of his throbbing chest, right after Amir had lightly struck him with the multi-frond flogger.
"I will not..akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Ooooohhoooooh shit!"
Breathing heavily, Marc drew his eyes shut, trying to comprehend the pain racking his chest. Yet, part of his body reacted as if to endure it, translating it into some kind of sexual responsiveness. He noticed that Amir sensed the same, bringing him a rare treat to his lips.
"You see Marc, Milton and I had quite a talk about you. Seems that you and I have something in common."
"What do you want Amir?"
"What do I want, Marc? I want you for my boy!"
Marc looked aghast and Amir picked up on it right away.
"Your boy?"
"Yes. Of course not like one of my 'normal' boys. I want you as a roleplaying boy. Aside from the real meaning of a boy. To play with, you might say."
"Amir, I think you should untie me and...akkkkkkkk! Akkkkk!Akkk! Akkkkkk!"
Lifting the flogger repeatedly, Amir brought it down across the thirty-five year old's chest, producing red strands of tiny welts. He smiled in between each swing of the flogger, eyeing up Marc's totally erect cock, secreting it's life juices. After making Marc arch his back with the eight separate moments of impacting leather, he stopped. He stepped aside Marc's chest and wrapped his hand around the gooey barrel, then began stroking it.
"So, you dislike this, do you?"
Marc new Amir began to cloud the pain issue, with the pleasure of the grasp on his tall stalk. Yes, to Marc the pain began to fathom that mixed reaction of his burning chest and stimulated fibers of his leaking shaft.
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"Nice of you guys to allow me into your group."
"Evan, stop being a dufous!"
"Haa ha ha haaa... you're a funny guy, Seth."
Seems that ever since Evan joined the trio, he's brought some life into the shy eighteen year old's character. Seth began speaking outrightly almost as much as Dario.
"I think we should all think about hitting the sac, since Seth here has offered to take us mall hopping tomorrow?"
"I am a little tired."
"Tired, Shaheen?" Dario mused, "after you waited on tables all night at Maquamat's and then the way you chugged down the Heineken? What would make you tired?"
"I am not used to drinking beer and so much of it!"
Shaheen didn't get the fact that Dario lay the sarcasm on him, but it didn't matter that both felt the need to sac out. Instead of doubling up in the Junior suite, Evan led Seth back to his own accomodations.
"So tell me about the guy you came to this country with, Shaheen."
While Shaheen poured forth his tale of leaving the middle east, Dario lay with his navel almost getting poked by the Arabian's eight and a half inch erection, lying, squashed between their bodies. Like Dario admitted to himself, his tongue drew in the succulent hairy chest, licking away at the black follicles against the dark skin, tasting the sweaty, salty meal.
"I come here with my friend Zair. We get promised a good education."
"Zair and you are both gay, right?"
"Yes, we escape to find a better life and live as gay couple."
In between his prompting of questions, Dario would lightly rub Shaheen's tight nips, already wet down by his tongue. He could sense that even though Shaheen didn't mention much that his pulsing cock, lodged between them, told how much he liked it. Plus the warm feeling of Shaheen's hands on his smooth back gave him an indication of his pleasures.
"Amir promise to set us up with food, job and to have an education."
"But, it's been how long now?"
"About two years."
"And you haven't applied to a college?"
"Amir said I am not ready yet."
"But you're twenty years old, Shaheen. Most guys are halfway through college by that age."
"I have to trust in Amir that he do my bidding for me."
"And what happened to Zair. I thought you said you came here to carve out a life for you two hombres?"
"Amir say that Zair is better for Sabah."
"I thought you loved Zair, Shaheen?"
"I did, but when we come here I don't see Zair for a long time. At first my heart broke, then I work hard to try to forget him."
"Must've been hard for you."
"Amir say I not worry about it. If I try to talk to Zair he say that I will get punished."
"That's fuckin' insane!"
"I don't know. I just do what Amir tell me to do."
"Hmm, and what happens now when you show up for work late?"
"I think about that."
"And?"
"Dario, I think that maybe I don't go back to Maquamat's."
"Cool!"
"You think that is good idea, Dario?"
"Yeah, Shaheen. This way you can come live with me!"
"Live with you, Dario?"
"Yeah. I have a real nice apartment, but Shaheen..."
"What Dario?"
Dario forgets about all the tongue grooming of Shaheen's delicious, hairy chest and comes up to lay face to face with him.
"Shaheen, I get lonely sometimes. I mean, there's Pablo."
"Pablo?"
"Yeah, my little doggie."
"You have a dog?"
"Why? You don't like them, Shaheen? Allergic?"
"I like dogs. I never have one to be a friend to."
"Oooh, that's so sweet, Shaheen."
It's amazing that Pablo has led up to their first sweet kiss. Dario leaned in, lining up his light stache to Shaheen's gotee and pressed in.
"MMmmm... kiss is nice, Dario."
"I'll say.. muy bueno!"
"That Spanish talk?"
"Si. Oh, Si means 'yes'. Bueno means good and muy bueno, very good."
"Si."
"Hee heee... I never met a Spanish talking Arabian before."
"Did you ever kiss one?"
Dario took that as an invite to press the kissing issue some more.
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"Evan?"
"Yeah, Seth?"
"Would it hurt you if we talked about you getting um... raped by those three guys?"
"No, I'm kind of over it. I mean at the time it seemed like the disaster of my life."
"What helped you get over it, Evan?"
The two lay together in Evan's quarters, not as snazzy as the Junior suite, but comfortable enough for two guys to share. Seth Monahan became interested in a subject that might work to his advantage.
"I guess what blew me away at first the fact that a guy whom I didn't know put out plenty to help me. I mean just the fact that Jack Rhodes didn't know me from Adam, called in all his favors to help me out. The thing that really got me was that I told him I owed him and he said I didn't owe him a thing."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
"Yeah and even when he was down on his luck, he thought enough of me to invite me to come work for him here in Palm Springs. Yeah, Jack Rhodes is one of those guys that when God made him, he broke the mold."
"Evan, do you believe in God?"
"Yeah," Evan scratched his head, which opened Evan's armpit up for Seth to sneak his shoulder in, "I think there's this guy up there that tries to help out. I mean I know that we're not always deserving to get helped out, because of our own stupidity sometimes. Yeah, I believe, but I'm not so sure about this 'Jesus' stuff. How about you, Seth?"
"The same. So, what did you feel... when those three guys kidnapped you, Evan?"
"Tell you the truth, I was scared shit. At first I figured they were three guys out wanting a drink, maybe catch a few autographs."
"They tricked you, huh Evan?"
"Yeah, big time. I guess being in transition from QAF and letting what Jack said about me, 'the big movie star', well I let it go to my head, clouding out what these guys were after."
"How old were they Evan?"
"Two of them twenty-two and the third, twenty-five."
"Did they all, um... fuck you?"
"Yeah. Both ends, too. And not just once."
"They kidnapped you for a long time?"
"Yeah, unfortunately. It became an all night affair."
"Geesh!"
"Yeah, well, I tend to try to forget it, but it helps when I talk it out."
"Did they drug your drink or, what happened?"
"No, actually, two of the jocks, workout guys had been plenty strong enough to subdue me. The third guy, one of the twenty-two year old's, immediately tore my tee shirt off. Then he started playing with my body. Of course my nips are wired to my cock and right away, as he started twisting them both, it stirred my loins."
"Yeah, my nips are like that too. Then what happened?"
"Okay, let me start from the beginning since it piques you interest Evan. It began actually, on a Friday in mid afternoon. Seems like the three guys originally were four, this other guy, named Ryan bailed out on his three so-called friends when they had too much to drink and started to formulate a plan to seduce me."
"So, this wasn't a spur of the moment thing then, Evan?"
"Hardly, Seth. Later Ryan, who became a witness at their trial, stated they latched sights onto me as soon as they showed up at the resort. The four got drunk and that's where they talked about my ass and all that hip guy talk about fucking me. As the days went by, they all planned their scheme. One guy, Aaron, had been appointed to become, quote, 'my friend', end quote. He actually proved to be a better actor than me."
As Evan poored out his heart and soul to Seth, he cuddled closer, rubbing his hand on the storyteller's medium brown, hairy chest. He slid his hand up and down his stomach, traveling the rather wide trail. Often Seth would stop at above Evan's left pec and trace along the eagle tatt taking up a small area of his left chest.
"So, they found out that I would be taking the weekend and go to Disneyland, so that's when they set their plan in action. Aaron offered to help me with my bags. Instead of delivering them to the lobby, he took them to their room. He said that he and his friends wouldn't be there when I returned, so invited me to meet them."
"I see, so they really did cook up quite a scenario to get you to their room then."
"Oh yes and I tell you, these guys had good organisational skills, Seth. Man, from the time I got there, til... well, it's easy to tell you the bit by bit account."
"I want to hear it."
"Seth, thanks for taking an interest."
"You don't have to thank me, Evan."
"Okay. Well, I walked in the door and the other two, Frank and Scott, greeted me, as Aaron introduced me. After they fed me a drink, I did begin to feel slightly weak. They sensed this too.
That's when I heard Aaron say, "Hey, I'm the one that worked my fucking ass off all week, I get first dibs."
One of the other's, Frank, the older one said,"first my fists need some sparring practice on that hot body."
"That's when Aaron and Scott grabbed me. Frank tore open the front of my shirt. I could hear the buttons popping off it as he tore it from top to bottom. Next thing I know, the other two had removed it. I stood there barechested and being held by these two goons. Frank then instructed them to 'hold me tight'. Man, my abs felt like you know, when you wake up early in the morning and stretch out?"
"Yeah, I know that feeling Evan. What happened then?"
"Frank comes up to me and starts probing my abs with his fingers. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. However, I wasn't too with it myself, so didn't pay too much attention to that. All I remember doing is looking down at him as he jabbed my stomach with his fingertips. I really knew I was in trouble when he held his big fist up to my stomach, right above my navel."
"Were you able to squirm away, Evan?"
"On the first one, yeah. Kind of felt proud of myself, actually. When Frank brought his elbow back for that first gutpunch, I pulled to the side. Man did it feel great when Frank delivered that first punch to Aaron's torso."
Seth smirked and said, "I bet it did, the scum for setting you up!"
"Yeah, but the victory became shortlived and even worse than I could imagine. At that point, Scott put me in a full nelson. Both Frank and Aaron began using my stomach for a punching bag."
"Ooooh nooooo... I'm so sorry Evan!"
Evan could feel Seth's sorrow in the manner in which he described the punishing workover, as a hand gently rubbed his stomach, careful not to touch the outer edge of his abs.
"Yeah, felt like barfing, as the onslaught of both their fists beat me."
"How long did it go on?"
"After they first started, Aaron dropped back, cracked open a beer and came over just to spit it in my face. It actually served to freshen me up, for the facts that I wanted to break free and beat these three guys. But that didn't happen."
"Did Frank quit?"
"Ooooh no, not by a long shot. He would punch me in the stomach a couple of times, then hang back with a can of beer. After it seemed like I recovered some, of course with Aaron teasing my face with his spitting geyser of beer, Frank poured on the gut punishment some more. Eventually Scott couldn't hold up my weight and turned me out on the bed."
"Bet you felt like you were going to die, huh Evan?"
"Yeah, but after the next couple of days, I wish I had been dead."
"That's when they raped you?"
"Yeah. Seems like over the next two days there wasn't a time when a cock wasn't either up my ass or down my throat. They even let other guys come in and use my ass and throat."
"That's fuckin' just wrong!"
"Seth, calm down. I.... I can't get angry myself, at it anymore and I don't want you to either."
"Evan, does your ass still hurt? Does any of your body still hurt?"
"No. I did become sensitive to sex. I mean, afterwards Jack got me to see a shrink. I... I didn't want to have sex, not even lay with a guy for quite some time."
"How long did it take to stop those feelings, Evan?"
"Up until about an hour ago."
"Are you saying that... me?"
"Yeah, Seth. I haven't been close to a guy since I sat next to you in the pool. I saw you three sitting there so calmly in the water, not being loud and all and well, something clicked inside of me, telling me that maybe it's time to take a chance again."
"Wow! That's something, Evan."
"Um, Seth, why did you want to know all about me and what happened?"
Suddenly Seth's attention towards Evan waned, his hands retreating to himself, lodged above his own stomach, leaning there as one hand picked at his thumbnail.
"Seth?" Evan inquired, placing the palm of his left hand over both of Seth's fidgety hands, "did something like this happen to you?"
A few moments of silence fell over the room. Evan scooted down a little and turned towards Seth, his arm going around the back of Seth's neck, cradling him.
"I guess."
"C'mon. Tell me about it."
"It's not important."
"Maybe not now, Seth, but if you let it lay there inside you, eventually it's going to fester until it screams at you to let it out and then by then you might not have somebody like me to talk it out with."
"Yeah, okay. I never told anybody about this before."
"I'm a good listener, Seth."
Some more moments of silence followed.
"Whenever you're ready, Seth."
"Well you see, about two years ago, I was sixteen, I started to get this feeling that I only liked guys. I tried to make myself like girls, but it just didn't work."
Evan picked up his leg and put it over Seth's, adjusting himself for comfort, yet trying to get Seth more comfy. He moved his hand up and down Seth's smooth washboard abs, total comfort abiding his soul.
"Yeah and?"
"Well, you see I had this guy that I had been friends with since we were in like fourth grade. We were inseparable. Josh, that's his name, and I always told each other our secrets. I figured that I would mention this to him. So I did, I mean about seemingly not caring for girls and liking guys."
"And he was okay with it?"
"I thought he was, Evan, but after that it seemed like everybody knew I was gay. So, I confronted Josh with the fact that maybe he spread it around."
"And?"
"Yup. It was him. He said he thought it over, but instead of coming back to me and telling me what he thought, he went to everybody else and told them."
"That really sucks, Seth."
"Yeah, but that wasn't the worst of it."
"I didn't think so. What happened?"
Evan figured this is where the shit hit the fan, so moved his head closer to Seth. If what happened to him had any inclination to his experience, it would hit home and hard.
"A few of the guys, some of these homophobic guys at school ambushed me the day before Christmas vacation. Two of them held me and two other began beating me. One guy punched me in the stomach I don't know how many times."
"Oh shit that sucks big time, Seth." Evan could see the guy get nervous like. Maybe on the verge of tears.
"Yeah, I know, but with four against one there was nothing I could do."
"I know Seth. That's exactly how I felt. Hopeless."
"Yeah, Evan, with nobody to help me."
"I know I was scared shit. When I tried to get away, they punched me in the stomach harder."
"One of the guys torn open the front of my jeans and grabbed my balls and twisted them. Man, I felt like they were going to pops out of my sacs. They he let go. Another stepped forwards and gave me a couple of knees to my balls."
"Fuckin' bastard! Probably just as bad as getting punched. So, did they finally let you go?"
"Almost. Fortunately they didn't fuck me or anything like that, but they said guys like me didn't deserve to live. I don't think they were bent on killing me, but they wanted to make me hurt. They tore my tee shirt offa me and two of the guys held me over the hood of the car. The other two took their belts off and they whipped me on the back and ass."
Seth sat up.
"See those lines on my back, Evan?"
"Faintly."
"Those are still the welts I have from them hitting me with their belts."
"Ooooh Seth, I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, thanks Evan."
"But you said you never told anybody."
"Well, except my parents and..."
The moment Seth focused on his next thought, is the time Evan had to reach for the box of tissues.
"It's going to be okay. I'm hear with you Seth."
"It seemed like my whole world was ending. It was Josh who found me behind the food market where he worked. The four guys who beat me had put my body in a dumpster. I managed to crawl out before I passed out. Josh found me there and called his manager for help."
"So there still had been something between you and Josh after all, huh?"
"Evan..... Josh committed suicide."
"Ooooohhh noooo."
A full scale wave of tearful emotions flooded the two. Evan had never heard anything so plainly laid out, in the way of horror. He clung to Seth, feeling such empathy for him. Both hugged each other tightly, taking in the moment of security. Seth's body shook with the outpouring of emotions.
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"Gee, will you look at the time?"
"Funny thing is, Adam that I don't feel a bit tired."
"Me neither, Lucas. What do you say we go wake up Clay and Chiz and drag them off to some breakfast?"
"Oh, leave them alone."
"Don't you like them?"
"Sure I do, Adam, but it's seven in the morning. Just because you're so horny, doesn't mean everyone else is!"
"You know that's gonna cost you, Lucas!"
Like Lucas cared. The two, together for the last six years, varied in one pound of weight, one inch of height, Adam being the taller and two years in age, Lucas the elder. As far as the emotional factor, the two had grown deeply in love. Adam, the more playful of the two, that is the ability to perform instant ambushes, set about to trap his lover.
"Mmmm...."
"Watch out for the knees!"
"You wouldn't, Lucas!"
"Hee heee... now that was an accident, last time, Adam."
"Yeah, well my balls never forgot about it, Lucas."
"Didn't I kiss them and make them all better?"
"Yeah, but I think the pangs are coming back, Lucas."
Smiling, Lucas pushed Adam over on his back, he looked the smooth ambusher up and down before lowering his head to his lover's hairy pubes. Picking his floppy cock up, he set it pointing towards Adam's navel. Reaching underneath, he lay his hand under the rather large orbs. Then bringing them upwards slightly, he kissed each one.
"Hey!"
"What?" Adam said angelicly.
"You did that on purpose, Adam."
"Did what?"
"Adam Attkins, don't give me that! I should by know all about your little cock toy."
Yeah, dozens of times, Adam would deliberately manueover his cock muscle so that it would slap Lucas in the head whenever he made love to the delicious kiwis.
"One more time Adam and I'm getting the duct tape!"
"Ouch!"
However, instead of relying on the cockslapping, he reached under Lucas' pits and dragged him all the way up his body til their lips matched.
"You did that on purpose, Adam."
"Oh man, what did I do now?"
"You made my cock rock hard by dragging it on your body."
"So that's your problem, Lucas!"
For Adam, that statement had been equivalent to Lucas reading his mind saying, 'fuck me'.
"Time to get rid of my problem, loverman!"
Adam played hard to get, making Lucas just about double him in half to get his cock in position for ramming speed. For whatever reason, Lucas didn't have much pity for Adam's wise attitude this morning, so decided to payback with his own ambush. Oh, he lubed up his cock from Adam's cockspit, but only swirled it around the head of his eight inches.
"Ooooooh wooooooooooowwwwch!" Adam screamed, almost doing a fucking situp when Lucas's cock broadsided his asschute.
Slowly the pain subsided and he arched his back, making all kinds of audbles sigh from pain to pleasure to awesome pulses of the beauty surrounded with having his ass rammed.
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"Come in Mr. Wheeler."
"John."
"Yes, enter."
"Thank you so much for seeing us at this most unopportune time Mr. Rossini. This is my partner Mick McCormick."
"Partner?"
"Not 'that' kind. Partner as in law partner," John Wheeler spelled out.
"I see. Come into the kitchen. I have some coffee on."
McCormick cased the house as they walked from the foyer, back through a large room with paintings hanging on the walls and then journeying past a baby grand piano, which he doodled on a couple of high pitches.
"Nice place you have here Mr. Rossini."
"Thank you, but I hardly think that you gentlemen came to chat about interior decorating."
"That you are Mr. Rossini."
"Milton."
"Yes, well Milton, I hope you can follow everything I'm going to tell you and hope that you will be willing to help us."
"Sugar? Cream?"
Both took their coffee lightly cloudy, unsweetened. Milton set some corn muffins out for them.
"Milton, as I explained to you on the phone, the Federal Bureau of Labor Organization is facing an international issue here."
"And this concerns the man known as Amir Al-Ahmar?"
"Yes."
"You do realize that he is in my basement at this moment?"
"Yes."
"And what happens if he comes up here while we are talking?"
"Yes, if he happens upon us, you will explain us as your musician friends."
"Does either of you have musical knowledge?"
"Mick here is a classical guitar lover and I can hum a tune. Would you like to hear 'Midnight at the Oasis'?"
"Um, no. I'll take your word for it, John."
When Wheeler didn't get a laugh out of his joke, he continued on, "So, as you may or may not know, the FBLO has been carrying out an in-depth probe on foreign gay men forced into sex slavery throughout the world, following years of investigation."
Mick picks up with, "Out of sorting through many facts, our investigations have pointed out that the gay men are fed through a recruiter in this area."
"Let me guess," Milton pinpoints, "Amir Al-Ahmar?"
"Yes, precisely and through our newly created New York office we have spent about a year sifting through the gay sex industry to find out about how gay men from parts of the Middle East end up working in it."
"I see."
"Yeah," Mick says, chewing on a muffin, not waiting to fully swallow, "They are often under the control of the established Mideastern employers, specifically in the US, but in other countries, as well."
Wheeler scolds his partner, "Next time either wait til you swallow, Mick or talk with your mouth closed?"
Wheeler wipes the spittle from his suit jacket.
John picks up, "Right now, the Human rights groups within and outside of New York have been saying that Mideastern businesses in the US are one of the world's biggest markets for gay slave traffickers."
"Hmm, New York you say?" Milton asks, actually wanting them to get to the punch line so he can go back to his bedguests.
"Yes. One of FBLO's New York-based human rights group claims to have rescued about 60 foreign gay men yearly after they had been forced to work in such places as restaurants, gay clubs or leather bars."
Mick says, "Yes and among the specific issues the FBLO investigators are probing are the methods used to traffic gay men from their homelands to US and the type of operatives employed by flesh trade merchants here. Investigators like us, directly question gay men in the sex trade."
"Hmm, aren't you lucky."
"Mr. Rossini, may we divert from the sexual overtones, please?"
"Oh yes, sorry."
"Well, working along with human rights groups' studies carried out until now, have shown that many gay men have been recruited by trafficking organizations which train them to become obedient slaves, then having resulted in selling them to clients in Europe, South America, Asia and areas of North America."
"Yeah and the pitiful thing is," John notes, "is that once gay men arrive in the country, their passports are seized from them and they are told to work as slaves until they have paid off debts incurred by their training."
"Bastards! I suppose that never comes about and they are indentured for life?" Milton replies.
"Yes. We are not exactly dealing here with nice guys," Mick points out. "The FBLO state that many gay men come into a slave training program owing they will have to work as slaves, but many are also tricked into the gay sex trade after being lured by promises of employment or higher education."
"Just like... never mind."
"Like the two lads you have up in bed, Milton?"
"Heeey, you have this place bugged or something? Because if you doooo..."
"No, we don't have the place bugged. But we have observed the whereabouts of Mr. Al-Ahmar and anyone that is associated with him."
"You've had 'me' under surveillance?"
"Yes, but we are not figuring you into this gay sex ring Milton. It's just fate that you have become involved and frankly, we're counting on you as the break we need, Milton."
"Me?"
"Yes. I don't know what the fascination is, but it seems that you and Mr. Al-Ahmar have struck up some kind of friendship. One that may prove to end this probe once and for all."
"Damn! Do you think I might be the kingpin in helping to do that?"
"Possibly, Milton."
"Hmm... Me... just think? A crimebuster!"
"There 'are' some dangers."
"I change my mind," Milton does a turnabout.
"We hope you are kidding, Milton," Mick says seriously.
"What kind of dangers?"
"I doubt very much your life would be in danger, but it could result in..."
"What?"
"You may have to disappear."
"Disappear? Sounds just as deadly!"
"John's talking about the witness protection plan, Milton."
"But what about my career? My life's work in the theater?"
"That's why we want you to think about Milton. It doesn't come with any guarantees that you will come out of this clean."
"Oh my, this is something surely to think about alright. How much time do I have?"
Mick says, "As much time as it takes for you to go upstairs and tell those boys to get dressed and meet us down here for coffee."
"That sucks! How am I supposed to make a decision like that in ten minutes?"
"Sorry, but what you do could save the lives of hundreds... thousands of young men just like Zair and Sabah."
"Damn, you even know their names!"
"Hee heee... betcha John could tell you what color briefs you have on!"
"Now that would be something, considering I don't have any on!"
Milton left for the moment, taking the slow ascent to the upper bedroom, wholeheartedly thinking.
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"Good Morning!"
Michael slowly lifting one eyebrow, then patted Jason's chest to alert him to the fact that something strange is happening.
"What! Oh... heeeey, what's this?"
"Looks like breakfast in bed, if I'm not mistaken," Jason replies, with both eyes affixed on two tuxedo clad bodies.
Sihr grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and began to fluff it up. He almost got jabbed in the chin as Jason stretched.
"Oh, sorry, Sihr."
"My fault. I'm sorry, Mr. Jason."
When both men had sat up on their butts, with their pillows nicely attended to behind them, the sheet raised up above their genitals, only then did they fathom the service completely rendered by Sihr.
"Your coffee, Mr. Michael."
"Thank you, Rafi," Michael offered, as a piping hot cup was placed in his hand.
"Hey, this isn't the coffee I buy."
"Sihr and I went out to shop."
"I'll say. This is good stuff!" Jason replied.
Unlike from midnight til about four am, Michael and Jason looked upon Rafi and Sihr in their neat waiter outfits from last night.
"What's this?"
"You pick what you would like, Mr. Michael."
"Okay, guess I'll take one of these."
"No. Sorry, sir, but you pick out what you would like and Sihr will place it on a plate for you."
"Oh, hmm now isn't this a whole different ball game!" Jason replies at the different tradition than just grabbing it and stuffing it into one's mouth.
"Hmm, this is good. What is it?" Michael asks, chomping away on a powdered sugar pastry.
"Is is called Maamoul," Rafi replies, "semolina filled with dates and nuts."
"It's delicious!"
"And what is this that I'm eating?"
"You have just finished, Barazek, coated with sesame seeds."
"But I dont' have this stuff in the kitchen," Michael relays to Rafi.
"Sihr and I shop."
"Where did you get the money to buy all this, Rafi?"
"We have money from paycheck," Sihr says.
"That's what I was afraid of."
"It is for us to say thank you for helping us."
Jason kids, "You mean we're not getting this treatment everyday?"
"Think, Jason, you'll drive them into the poorhouse!"
"You're going to pay them back, aren't you Michael?"
"Sure, but then it'll be me in the poorhouse, dodo!"
"Not to mention we'll probably have to wind up joining a gym."
"I will make low carb meal for you."
"Rafi good cook. He know how to cook. He control waistline."
"I don't doubt it after all this."
Jason offers, "Why don't you guys grab a plate of goodies and some coffee?"
"Beg your pardon, but not now. We do not eat while you eat."
"Who says?" Jason adds.
"It is protocol."
"Who do you think we are? President Bush?"
Michael laughs, followed by Jason. The joke even causes Sihr and Rafi to break into little smiles.
"Listen guys, this is all nice and we both appreciate all the trouble you have gone to, but... Let's take all this downstairs, sit down, eat and talk about all of this."
Rafi and Sihr complied with the 'master's' wishes, gathering up the empty plates, cups and saucers, forks and linen napkins, piling it on a tray. They left the room to return everything to the kitchen.
"What do you think Michael?"
"I'm not sure."
"Nice of them to do that."
"They wanted to show their appreciation, I can understand that, but for now I'm not sure what other intentions they have."
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