Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 05:45:59 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Distance Love 07

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.

%

"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.

%

"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.

%

"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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