Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2000 16:42:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Kai <wai808@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Auctioned, part 1

Okay... my attempts at legal notices... um... story involves intercourse
between two consenting adult men.  If this is illegal in your parts of the
world, you poor thing; if you're not of age to read this, well... how would
I know? And lastly, if this kind of story revolts you... HOW THE HELL DID U
FIND YOURSELF THIS FAR TO BEGIN WITH!?!?

Hahaha... oh yeah, no copycats. Just ask if you want to reproduce this
story in any way... I'm easy going.

Right, so this is my first story, written long months ago.  Be gentle with
your feedback, and constructive criticism is appreciated.  Thank you,
Kai. Feel free to email me at wai808@yahoo.ca (nothing funky though please)


AUCTIONED

	The sun scorched down upon the earth mercilessly.  There was not a
cloud in the sky for the fierce globe to hide behind, and not an attempt of
a slight breeze was made.  This here was the backdrop for the magnificent
Great Pyramid of Giza.

	Nick stood at the perimetres, feeling somewhat humbled.  He wiped
the sweat off his brow and took a healthy guzzle from his water bottle.
"This is it," he whispered to himself.  Readjusting the straps of his heavy
backpack, he slowly made his way towards the ancient structure.

	He had been planning this trip to Egypt for the last 5 years and at
last it has become a reality.  His aim was to visit as many historic
landmarks and study as much of the rich history of this wonderful country
as he can during his short stay here of only two weeks.  Giza was his first
stop.  It was the location of the pyramid erected for the pharaoh Khufu.
This Great Pyramid was one of the Seven Wonders of the World and the only
one of its kind to have a gallery upon its ascending entry.  Nick panted as
he climbed over the enormous limestone blocks.

	Settling himself just outside the entryway, he unloaded his
backpack and began to set up camp.  Once done, he looked out towards the
horizon to see that the sun was at last retiring into a brilliant red,
slowly descending beyond the desert.  As he watched the sunset, he quickly
ate his packed dinner and decided to let his weary body rest for the night.
He had been hiking and trekking all day and his back and leg muscles were
sore and his feet ached.  He threw his heavy boots off, pulled off his
socks and wriggled his toes in relief.

	Despite the scorching heat during daylight, the nights out in the
desert are very cold.  Nick wrapped himself up in his sleeping back and
gazed up into the night sky.  The stars were bright and numerous out here.
He contemplated for a bit and shifted his body a bit.  He groaned.  He may
only be 25 but his body felt like every bit a 75-year-old at the moment.
But it certainly didn't look like one!

	His muscular frame stood at 5'11".  Although he didn't attain his
muscles from a gym but from the laborious work he did for a living as a
construction worker.  This outside work contributed to his dark tan and
sun-bleached blond hair.  His green eyes let the world see through his soul
and never allowed him to lie through his teeth.  His chest was smooth, his
arms and legs are lightly dusted with soft stubble and he only needed to
shave every other day.  He wore his hair short and spiky.  Nick wasn't
gorgeous, but he did get more than his fair share of look-overs from both
men and women.

	Soundly he slept until he woke up with a start.  He wasn't sure why
he woke up or what woke him up.  Glancing at his nightglo, he saw that it
was only 3:35 am.  Then he froze.  He heard voices, soft voices murmuring
from within the darkness.  He couldn't make out what they were saying, only
that they were getting closer.  Suddenly, the voices stopped.  Nick got up
and strained to see through the dark.  He slowly made his way towards where
the voices had been.  The sand felt cool between his toes.

	"Hello?" he called out.  He halted when three dark figures appeared
in front of him.  Grave thieves were his first impression.  They were
locals dressed in dark robes.  They began to walk towards him.
Instinctively he took a step back.  "What do you guys want?"  They paused
briefly to look at each other.  Nick watched as they nodded in agreement
and found him being tackled by all three.  He cursed and struggled to get
free but they had iron grips on his arms and legs.  One man had him in a
tight headlock and he gasped for breath.  This must have gone on for at
least an hour and he slowly found himself succumbing.  They had worn him
out and he didn't put up much of a resistant when they bound up his arms
and his legs.  A rag was tied around his mouth, a dark bag was thrown over
his head and he let himself be carried away.

	The men threw him stomach down onto the back of a horse.  He felt
the animal twitch beneath him.  He heard the men conversing amongst
themselves again.  They were speaking Arabic and he didn't know the
language.  However, by the sound of their voices Nick knew that they were
quite pleased with themselves.  He heard them mount onto their own horses
and soon he felt a jerk as the horse he was lying on was tugged along with
the others.

	Sometime later that night he must have passed out because his next
conscious thought was of pain as he was being slapped around.  "Stop
already!" he screamed.  He began to struggle again and soon ceased his
efforts when he realized that he was still tied up.  Two men pulled him to
his feet, one holding a firm grip onto each of his arms.  The bag over his
head was abruptantly taken off and he stared into the face of a balding,
short man.  The man had a sleazy appearance and made Nick uncomfortable at
the way he leered at him.

	"Oooh, you're a hot little thing," the man said.  His English was
thickly accented.  He reached over and examined Nick's hair.  "Blond," he
sighed.  The man was nearly drooling all over himself.  "They just love
blondes!  I say you're going to fetch me quite a fortune."

	Nick pulled his head back and glowered at the man.  "What's going
on here?" he demanded.

	"Tsk tsk," the man shushed.  He placed a pudgy finger to Nick's
lips.  Nick whipped his head to one side.  "Manners.  Let me introduce
myself.  My name is Abdel Mossah."  Abdel stepped back into a grand bow.
"My business is to provide my very wealthy clients with lifelong
companionships.  Believe me, they'll be fighting over you!"  He clapped his
hands in delight.  "But first, we'll need to clean you up and make you
presentable for tonight."  Abdel barked some orders in Arabic and the two
servants took him away.

	Nick was led into a bathhouse and his binds were untied.  He rubbed
at his wrists in relief and began to struggle again when one of the
servants tried to undress him.  The larger of the two men stepped behind
him and firmly held his arms back.  He swore and stood helpless as the
other man ripped off his shirt.  His shorts were unbuttoned and fell
lifelessly to the floor.  Only his white boxers remained on him.  The man
slipped a finger into his waistband, pulled it back and let it snap.  He
smirked at the tent that was beginning to form in the front.  Nick gritted
his teeth together, he couldn't believe that his libido would betray him
like this.  With one swift swoop, the servant pulled down the boxers,
exposing Nick's semi-hard 6" cock, cut and growing.

	The man behind him steered him towards a wooden stall and pushed
him in.  Nick turned around just in time to have a bucketful of hot water
thrown at him.  "Fuck!" he yelled.  Relentlessly, bucket after bucket of
hot water attacked him until his feet turned pink.

	At last the bombardment stopped and he whipped his head back to get
the water out of his hair.  A rag was rubbed in his face and he felt his
body being soaped down.  One man worked up his legs while the other man
worked on his torso.  Nick stood still and allowed them to their task.  He
jumped when he felt a finger go down the crack of his ass.  Another hand
encircled his cock and slowly it pumped up and down his lengthening organ.
Nick looked down into the face of the man who was jacking him off and was
surprised at the look of lust he saw.

	From behind him, the other man reached down between Nick's legs to
fondle at his balls.  Nick heard a groan and discovered that it was coming
from him.  Despite himself, he found him grinding his hips in time with the
fondling and he spreads his legs apart to allow the men better access.  His
cock was nearing its full length of 8 inches.

	"Idiots!  Useless peasants!  What in the name of Ra are you fools
doing?"  The groping ceased and the two men stepped away from Nick as if he
had some contagious disease.  He looked up and saw a fuming Abdel standing
there, waving his arms around hysterically.  "I give you two a simple task.
Clean him!  That's all I asked!  And what do I find?  I'll tell you
simpletons what I find... I find your dirty hands pawing all over my prized
goods!  Finish cleaning him at once and don't let me see your worthless
hides around here again!"  He paused for a while and noticed Nick's still
hard dick.  Abdel stared at it hungrily.  Nick shifted uncomfortably,
holding back the urge to cover himself up.

	At last Abdel shook himself as if coming out of a coma.  He gave
the two servants one more look of disgust and left the room.  Nick heard
the two let out a breath of relief and they began to water him down again.
However, this time they slowly poured the buckets over him instead of the
assault he was expecting.  They then dried him off and wrapped a clean
linen sheet around his waist.  A silver clip held the ends secure and the
hem reached just above his knees.

	The men took him out of the stall, led him through a series of
passageways and stopped in front of a door.  They motioned for him to
enter.  He did and the door shut closed behind him.  He pounded against the
heavy door.  "Hey, let me out!"  He heard a lock click on the other side of
the door and silence.  Dejected he looked into the room and let his eyes
adjust to the dimness.  Nick realized that he wasn't alone.  He saw that
there were at least six other men in the room.  They were all dressed like
him and all had their eyes trained on him.

	"You are American?" one asked.

	"No, I'm Canadian," Nick answered.

	The man who asked merely shrugged.  "It makes no difference.  You
are foreign.  They will sell you last."  He stood up.  The man was taller
than he was.  Nick guessed him to stand at around 6 feet, although his
built was slight.  "My name is Khalil," he offered.

	"I'm Nick."  He stared at the Egyptian.  "What do you mean sell
'last'?"

"Don't you know?  They kidnap young men and auction them off to the highest
bidder."

	"Highest bidder?  To do what?"

	Khalil shrugged again.  "What do you suppose they do?"  He sounded
bored.  "Think about it Nick, a pretty boy like you with hair the colour of
ivory."

Nick let out an exasperated breath.  "What is with you people and hair?  I
can't be sold, that's not legal!  I have to be back in Vancouver in less
than two weeks... I can't stay here..."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Khalil said.  "You're law means nothing here.
From now on, whatever your new master says will be the law."

"But why are you guys standing for it?  Why don't you resist?"

"Whatever we are about to face has got to be better than what we were doing
before we were abducted.  I was a pickpocketer.  I was living from day to
day.  I never knew when my next meal will be or if I'll be able to live to
see tomorrow."  He nodded over to the other men.  "He was a beggar, he was
another thief, he was a prostitute..." and the list went on.

Nick shook his head in disbelief.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Then the door opened and a large man stepped in.  He motioned for Khalil.

	"Good bye Nick," he said.  The door closed behind them and Nick sat
down, closing his eyes.  The other men had ignored him by now and he was
left alone.  The pattern repeated itself every ten minutes or so.  The
large man will appear at the door, each time taking another prisoner with
him.  At last it was only Nick that was left and he followed the man when
the time came for him to appear again for the last time.

He was brought onto a stage where a bright light was trained on him,
blinding him from seeing anything.  He knew that there was an audience by
the sounds of cheering he heard.  The guard remained behind him to keep him
from escaping.  Abdel appeared beside him and brought his arms up, calming
the crowd.

"Gentlemen," he exclaimed.  "Let's behave calmly.  This will be the last of
our auction tonight.  Let me say that this buy is a one in a lifetime
opportunity.  A true blond, his hair the colour of the morning sunrays,
soft as the silk we harvest.  And look at his legs, long and muscular.
Just imagine them wrapped around your waist as you make love to him all
night long."  At that, the crowd got excited again.  Abdel patiently held
up his hand again until the noise ceased.  Nick listened to all this in
disbelief.

"How do we know he's really blond?  You could have simply taken any old
American and dyed his hair," one bidder shouted.

Abdel considered this for a moment.  "That is a very good question, my
friend."  He reached over to Nick and deftly pulled the linen wrap off from
his waist.  Nick gasped and stared in horror as all eyes squared in on his
crotch.  He moved to cover himself but the man behind him held back his
arms.  There he stood, helpless as the whole room focussed in on his dick,
watching as his cock begin to stiffen at the attention it was getting.

Abdel stood there looking extremely pleased with himself.  "As you can see
for yourselves, he is indeed a true blond.  Shall the bidding begin?  Do I
have 50,000 American dollars?"

All hell broke loose amongst the crowd.

"Sixty!"

"Seventy-five!"

"One hundred!"

"One twenty-five!"

"Five hundred thousand dollars."  The bidding stopped and the crowd looked
at the cloaked figure that offered such a high price.  Abdel stared,
speechless.  It was more than he could have hoped for!

"Gentlemen, we have an offer of $500,000.  Do we have a higher offer?
Going once... going twice... Come up and claim your prize honorable Sir."

The mysterious buyer made his way up towards the stage. A man in a white
robe followed him.  He carried with him a slim leather briefcase.  The rest
of the audience lingered about to catch in one last glimpse of the blond
American.  Abdel went to shake the man's hand but the cloaked man didn't
offer his.  The fat man laughed nervously.  "No saying what I've been
touching.  I understand."

The man looked Nick over.  Nick saw a glimpse of his face and guessed him
to be around 40.  "Cover him up you idiot," he barked at Abdel.  "I don't
want the whole room to be gawking at what's mine."  His voice was deep and
rich.  It was accented as well, but it wasn't Arabian.

"Yes...yes sir," Abdel stammered.  He picked up the forgotten linen and
clumsily wrapped it around Nick.

"And you," he turned to the guard.  "Bruise him and I'll do more than that
to you."  The large man blinked and let go of Nick's arms.  Nick
instinctively reached down to better secure the wrap, afraid to lose it
again.

"Give him the money," the buyer told his companion.  The briefcase was
displayed and opened.  Stacks of bills were neatly piled against each
other.  It was given to Abdel and the seller was ecstatic.

"Thank you, kind sir.  Thank you, your Worthiness."  He bowed and bowed.

The buyer ignored bumbling fool once more and turned to Nick.  "Follow me.
I will not manhandle you but if you decide to try some crazy stunt like
escaping, I will have you instantly killed.  Do you understand American?"

Nick nodded, speechless.  He followed him to a black luxury sedan.  The man
in the white opened the back door and the buyer stepped in.  He motioned
for Nick to follow.  Nick did and the door closed behind him.  The man then
proceeded to seat himself in the front passenger.  The driver had remained
stone-faced the entire time and smoothly he pulled the car out into the
main road.

He sat in silence next to the other man.  He looked out the window.  It was
dark outside.

"What is your name American?"  Nick jumped at the sudden inquiry.

"Nick.  I'm Canadian."  He felt stupid.  Why did he have to insist on
saying that?  The man stared at him for a bit, then returned his attention
back to front.  Nick sighed inwardly.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity, the car pulled up into a long
driveway.  Nick saw that gates were being opened and the car drove through.
Whoever this man was, he was certainly well off.  He stared up at the large
mansion that the car had stopped in front of.

The man in the white got out to open the door and Nick got out.  He
followed the two men into the building and waited to see what they expected
of him.  "Yuri, please take the Canadian up to my room."  The man gave Nick
a slight resemblance of a smile and turned away into a different part of
the house.  Yuri waited for Nick to follow him and led him up the long
spiral staircase.  They walked down a long hallway, until at last they
reached the room at the end.  Its doors were bigger than the rest, and it
had a decorated pattern carved into it.

"Wait in here," Yuri told him.  "Your master will be up in a few minutes."

Nick looked around the room.  It was huge.  It was almost as big as the
studio he lived in back home.  It was furnished with little furniture.  Its
main feature was the elegantly made king-sized bed in the middle.  A
matching dresser stood of to the side along with its large matching mirror.
Two adjoining doors were on the other side of the room and a large
fireplace completed the look.  Nick walked across the thick, white carpets
and looked at himself in the mirror.  There were dark shadows under his
eyes and his hair was sticking up in all sorts of direction.

He turned when he heard the door open.  In walked a man, a rather handsome
looking man.  He was about 6'2" and was more muscular than Nick was.  His
black hair was cut in an almost military like fashion.  His eyes were amber
and stared hard, showing absolutely no emotion.  On closer inspection, the
man looked to be more around 35 years old.  He wore a white tank top and
loose drawstring pants.  His arms were crossed in the front, showing off
his large muscles, and making him seem almost intimidating.

Nick swallowed.  "Listen, this has all been one big mistake.  I don't
belong here.  I was camping in Giza and I was kidnapped and taken to the
auction against my will.  I have a job and a life back home and I need to
get back in less than two weeks.  I..."

"Silence!" the man barked.  "You will speak only when spoken too."  He
walked in a small circle around Nick.  "I do not care about your past life.
Your life shall begin now.  I am your life.  I did not pay half a million
dollars to some bottom feeding lowlife only to have you set free."  He
placed his hand firmly beneath Nick's chin and pulled his face towards his,
mere inches separating the two men.  "Your new job is to please me,
understand?" he softly whispered.  He leaned forward and kissed Nick on the
lips.  Caught off guard, Nick gasped and this allowed the man access to his
mouth, forcing his tongue through.  His strong hands wrapped around Nick,
crushing their bodies together.

Nick gathered his wits and tried to push the man off him.  When that didn't
work, he bit down onto the man's tongue.

"Fucking whore," he screamed.  He brutally slapped Nick across the face,
actually knocking him into the wall.  His entire left side of his face rang
with pain.  He felt an iron grasp around his neck, lifting him up and
slamming him against the wall once more.  Nick stood up on his toes to keep
from choking.  "I wouldn't do that again," the man growled viciously into
his ear.  "Do you hear me?"

Nick nodded for he couldn't speak.  He was released from the vice like grip
and he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath and massaging some blood
back into his head.  His eyes were closed and when he opened them again the
man had gone.

"I am to get you ready for dinner."  Nick turned at the voice and saw that
it was Yuri.  He opened up one of the adjoining doors and went inside.
Nick saw that it was a large closet.  When Yuri appeared again, he carried
a bundle of soft blue material in his hand.  He gave it to Nick.  "This is
a robe you can wear.  You can prepare yourself in the bathroom."  He opened
up the other door.  "Please don't take too long.  I will be out here
waiting if you need anything."  Nick locked the door and looked around.
There were mirrors everywhere.  A shower stall stood of in a corner and a
large jacuzzi sat in front of large windows that overlooked the property
behind the mansion.  Looking out, he saw that there was a large pool
surrounded by a colorful garden outside.

He took his linen wrap off and put on the blue robe.  It was cotton and
resembled a kimono.  Oh how he longed for underwear.  Nick studied himself
in the mirror again.  There was a deep red print on the front of his neck.
But the collar of the robe covered it up a little bit so the mark didn't
seem so severe.

Nick followed Yuri downstairs, through a maze and into the dining room.
The man who owned him was already seated at the head of the dining table,
entertaining three other guests.  Their conversation stopped when they
noticed him standing there.

"Nick, please take a seat."  He felt self conscious and only nodded as he
took the seat beside one of the men.  "Nick, these are my guests, Dali,
Mohal, and Kul.  Gentlemen, you are looking at my new companion."

The three men looked interested.  "From an auction?" Dali asked.

"Alik, you've outdone yourself.  He is beautiful," exclaimed Kul.

"Might we have a taste of him?" Mohal asked hopefully.  The three men
stared hungrily at Nick.

"I will certainly have no such thing," Alik said.  "You three are not to
touch him."

"And if we do?  Don't try our patience Greek," Kul warned.  "You may be a
friend but we are still men and have needs."

Alik snorted.  "Do all you Egyptians think with your dicks?  Go find your
own ways of pleasuring yourself.  Leave mine alone.  Remember, you need my
business so I wouldn't go around making threats like that if I were you."

"Gentlemen, let us eat now.  The food is being served," Dali cut in.
"Alik, forgive my young partner.  He is young and high-spirited.  He means
nothing.  Of course your business is important to us.  Let us drink to
that!"  The tension in the room eased and Nick was almost enjoying himself.
He didn't join in their conversation and ate his meal in silence.  When
they were done eating, the plates were cleared away and more drinks were
served.  Nick declined his and sat listening to the men talk.  The topic
revolved around silk bolts and wool rugs.  Nothing he knew about.

He felt sleepy and his eyelids turned heavy.  He forced himself to stay
awake.  His new owner must have noticed his struggle.  "Nick, why don't you
go upstairs and rest?"  Nick nodded and silently retreated from the room.
Yuri wasn't around and he couldn't quite remember how to find his way back
to the staircase.  He wandered around for a bit and soon gave up.  He was
too tired to concentrate.

"Nick, why aren't you in bed?"

He turned around and found Alik standing there, looking wary.

"I couldn't remember the way back.  I'm lost," he admitted.

Alik's expression softened.  "I was on my way to check up on you.  It's a
good thing I did or else I would've found you asleep who knows where.  You
look exhausted."

"I am."  Alik half led, half-carried Nick through the building towards the
bedroom.  He gently laid him onto the bed.  By now Nick was half-asleep.
Alik sat back and studied him.  Nick watched through half-closed eyes.  A
gentle hand brushed his hair back and another caressed his neck.

"I did this to you."  It was more of a statement rather than a question so
Nick didn't say anything.  "I regret my earlier actions.  I allowed my
temper to get the best of me.  I apologize."  It was said in such a soft
whisper that Nick wasn't sure if he dreamt it or not.  He recalled a kiss
on his forehead, or had that been a dream as well?

The bright rays of the morning sun filtered through the shear drapes and
pried into Nick's eyes.  He blinked and stretched out, then snuggled back
into the warm object behind him.  Instantly, his eyes shot open and he
looked around, realizing that he's in an unfamiliar place.  Previous events
ran through his head and he remembered where he was.

Nick looked down at the muscled arm that held him tight around the waist.
Oddly enough, he felt secure.  He would have liked to stay in this position
longer but alas, nature called and his need to urinate was overwhelming.
It took some time before he could free himself, and once he did he raced
towards the bathroom.

When he returned back into the bedroom, he found Alik sitting on the edge
of the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers.  Nick was still wearing the blue
robe and he readjusted it nervously.

"Nick, please come sit."  Alik motioned to the space beside him.  Nick did
so and waited.  Alik appeared to be in deep thought.  At last he spoke.  "I
have been considering about what you've told me last night.  I am a fair
man and I will allow you to convince me that letting you go is the right
decision."

Nick took a deep breath.  This is the chance he was looking for!  "I work
full-time in construction.  I live in Vancouver, Canada... in a studio
overlooking the English Bay.  Once a month I visit my Mom, I drive a black
jeep, and I go hiking up Grouse Grind, and I have a cat named Khufu..."

"Named after the great Pharaoh?" Alik asked, confused.

Nick nodded.  "Yes, I've been interested in Egyptology for so long.  If I
had the time and money I would have liked to study it in University, but I
don't so coming here was the next best thing.  See, I've been saving up for
the last five years to fly over and do my own studying as I travel from
landmark to landmark.  I had only started in Giza when...when..."  He
couldn't continue.  Nick realized that his dream is now gone.  He was stuck
here unless Alik agreed to let him go.  But who would if it meant losing
$500,000?

Alik frowned.  He knew what the right thing for him to do was, but he
didn't want to think about it.  He knelt down on the floor between Nick's
legs and picked up his hands.  "You do manual labor, that is evident."  He
stroked along the calluses.

Nick shrugged.  "It's blue collared, but it pays pretty well."

"Do you have anyone at home waiting for your return?"

"No, my last girlfriend left me about a month ago.  I can't seem to hold
onto relationships too long because I work such long and irregular hours.
I often don't have time for them."

"Have you ever been with a man?"

"Um, n-no," Nick stammered.  He swallowed at the lump forming in his throat
and watched as Alik begin to softly kiss at his hands.  To his horror, his
body began to respond to the gentle touch and his cock began to twitch.  He
couldn't cross his legs for Alik sat in between them.  Nick started to
reclaim his hands to preserve his virtue but it appeared that Alik wasn't
through with them yet, as he would not let go.  He bit his lip to calm his
body but it betrayed him once more and the tip of his cock head peeked
through the folds of his robe.

Alik noticed this at once and could only stare.  At this attention, Nick's
cock boldly erected itself and waved around like a snake, doing its erotic
dance.  Nick turned red.  He desperately tried to free his hands but Alik
only held on tighter.  He gasped as the other man suddenly engulfed the
pulsing organ into his mouth.

Nick felt the tip of his cock being massaged by Alik's throat muscles and
he saw that his nose was buried right down into his pubic hair.  A tongue
swirled around his shaft, driving him crazy.  He moaned and let himself be
pushed down onto the mattress.  One of Alik's hands laid splayed on his
flat abdomen; the other began to pull at his balls.  He groaned at the
slight pain but was overcome with such pleasure at the same time.  When at
last he felt the pressure build behind his balls, he tried to push Alik out
of the way, but the man couldn't be moved.

"Alik," he panted.  "Please, I need to... uh... I..."

Alik responded by only sucking harder.  Nick couldn't hold back any longer
and felt himself release a torrent spray of cum into the waiting mouth.
Alik sucked him dry and Nick lay spent, unmoving and exhausted.  Alik
continued to lick him until he turned soft.

"Alik, please stop," he begged.  "It's too sensitive."  The Greek stopped
reluctantly and went up to lie beside him.  He gave Nick a gentle kiss on
the mouth.  When he found no resistance, he deepened the kiss, probing his
tongue along the caverns of Nick's mouth.

Nick tasted his own semen in that kiss and he felt his dick harden again as
Alik fucked his mouth with his tongue.  When he broke away to breathe, Alik
pulled him up higher onto the bed and took off the robe.  Then he stepped
back and pulled his boxers down.  Nick stared at the large 9" cock that was
exposed.  It must've been at least 2" in diameter and precum leaked heavily
from the large piss slit.

Alik returned to him and settled between Nick's legs once more.  He
proceeded to kiss him all along his face, neck and chest.  Nick lay
writhing, as he wasn't allowed to do anything.  When Alik began to rub his
hard cock along the crack of Nick's ass, he tensed and tried to pull back.

"Relax," Alik crooned.  "I'll go real slow and be real gentle.  I can't
promise you that it won't hurt at first, but you'll get used to it.  Just
let me know when it hurts too much and I'll slow down some more.  Okay?"
All the meanwhile, the cock continued to run along his cleft and across his
rosebud.  Precum was smeared all over and it began to feel real good.

The cock was removed and replaced by a finger.  It rested just outside of
his hole and Alik looked at him questioning.  Nick trusted him and Alik
could see it in his eyes.  Slowly the finger penetrated him.  Nick tried to
relax.

"Damn, you're so tight," Alik muttered.  He began to pump him until Nick
finally loosened around him.  "That's it, just lay back and enjoy it."
Nick closed his eyes and sighed contently.  A second finger was inserted
and it went in easily... then a third.  His hips began to rock to the
rhythm of the finger fucking.

"Think you're ready for the real thing?" Alik asked.

"Yes... oh yes," Nick sighed.  The fingers retreated and the tip of his
cock-head replaced it.  Alik rubbed it slowly across his hole, each time
applying a bit more pressure as it passed through.  "Please..." Nick
begged.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.  Never in his life had he ever wanted another
man to make love to him so badly.  But Alik went in no further and
continued with the torturous stroking.  Nick groaned.  "Please fuck me, my
Lord..."

Alik smiled and slowly pushed the head of his cock through.  It went in and
Nick screamed out.  The pain was intense and he wanted to push Alik off.
But Alik held on tight to his hips and kept him still.

"Breathe," he advised.  "I won't go in any further until you tell me to."

Nick lay still, breathing hard.  Eventually, the pain subsided into a dull
numbness.  He nodded for Alik to continue.  The man pushed in another inch
and again Nick screamed.  He felt like he was being torn apart, impaled by
a telephone pole rather than a human cock.  And each time another inch went
in, Alik would stop until given the signal to go on.  At one point, Nick
looked down to see that only half of Alik was in him.  There were tears in
his eyes.

Alik looked down at him, concerned.  "Do you want me to pull out?"

Nick shook his head furiously.  "Hell no, not now.  Just push the rest in
all at once."

"You'll pass out."

"No I won't," he insisted.  He braced himself for what was to come.


>From below, Yuri kept glancing upstairs, concerned.  The last scream he
heard was blood curdling.  He was beginning to wonder what exactly was
keeping Alik.  He's never late for a meeting.  He looked up again when he
only heard silence.  What is he doing to the new slave?  Yuri hoped that
his superior wasn't abusing the guy too badly, he looked shaken up enough
as it was when he got him ready for dinner last night.  Those Greeks, he
grumbled, always so short fused.  Muttering to himself, Yuri went outside
and started up a cigarette.


Alik kissed away the tears on Nick's face, murmuring softly.  At last he
was in and the muscles of Nick's sphincter wrapped painfully tight around
his own organ.  When he felt the muscles slowly loosen around him, he
pulled out.

"Don't move," Nick whimpered.

Alik chuckled.  "That's how it usually works."

"Let me get used to having you inside of me some more."  Alik agreed and
reached for Nick's cock, which has grown soft.  He stroked it back to a
hard state and had him moaning within seconds.  Alik grunted.  He couldn't
stay still any longer and started to pull out of Nick again.  He stopped
just short of pulling out and slid his organ back in with one continuous
stroke.

"Ooh... God..."  Nick was moaning uncontrollably now.  No longer were there
pain but extreme pleasure.  Encouraged, Alik quickened his pace and soon
had Nick pumping his hips back to meet his every stroke.

"Damn, I knew you'd be a hot fuck," he panted.

Nick arched his back and threw his head back.  He was riding an euphoric
high that was so violent, he was afraid that he might pass out.  Never
could he ever imagine that another man could make him feel this good.  He
felt Alik tense up and with one final stroke, a warm sensation went
spreading up and throughout his lower body.  Almost simultaneously, he went
off himself and shot out another release of his cum.  It sprayed between
Alik's body and his.

Alik collapsed on top of him and breathed hard.  "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I feel incredible," Nick breathed.  He wrapped his legs around Alik and
let it rest there.  He gave him a long kiss and felt the cock that was
still inside of him hardened.

"Ready?"

Nick looked up at Alik, eyes wide.  "So soon?"

Alik grinned and started to slowly pump his cock.  "Too soon for you, baby?
I can stop if you want."

Nick closed his eyes and savored the cock moving in and out of his ass.
"Well, only if you're already satisfied.  I wouldn't be doing my job
properly if you weren't and I made you stop."  Alik paused and Nick looked
up questioningly.  "What's wrong?"

"You're beautiful," Alik whispered.  Nick's heart soared.  "My little
golden-haired angel, my Nikkos."

Nick's voice caught.  He wanted to return the endearments but he couldn't
make himself speak.  Alik continued to make love to him, but this time it
was at an unhurried pace.  They both took their time exploring each other's
bodies.

When they exploded into fits of orgasmic spasms for the last time, Alik
untangled himself from Nick's arms.

"Where..."

"Shh."  Alik kissed him silent and got up towards the bathroom.  Nick lay,
feeling weak and content.  He heard a bath being drawn and saw steam
escaping from inside the bathroom.  When the sounds of water running
finally stopped, Alik emerged from the steam, looking every bit like a
Greek God.  He walked towards the bed and effortlessly picked Nick up into
his arms.

"Put me down, you'll break your back," Nick protested.

"You imply me a weak man?" Alik raised an eyebrow.

"No," he argued.  "But I'm not exactly a lithe little thing either."

Alik laughed.  It was a deep and resonant sound.  "No, you're not.  I
prefer them with a little meat."  He carefully deposited Nick into the
water-filled jacuzzi.  "I won't turn the jets on.  You need to soak
peacefully.  This will help to soothe your muscles so you won't be so sore
later on during the day.  I'm afraid I've overworked you."  Nick was moved
by the thoughtfulness.

Alik kissed him again.  "I need to leave you now.  I'm running very late
for a meeting.  They probably think I'm dead or something."

"I didn't get you in trouble did I?" Nick asked, worried.

"Of course you didn't, Nikkos.  They can't have that meeting without me
anyway, I'm not missing anything."  He kissed him again and reluctantly
pulled back.  "I will not be able to get much work done today.  My mind
will be too busy recalling this wonderful morning and daydreaming about
what might happen tonight."

Nick grinned.  "Go already, Alik.  I'll see you tonight."

"I'm very tempted right now to make love to you right there in the water.
God, you look so sexy when wet.  But I must let you rest," Alik sighed
forlornly.  "Oh well, you're right, I'll see you tonight."  He sneaked in
one last kiss and headed off back into the bedroom.  Nick watched his
retreating back, observing how the muscles pulled against each other with
each movement.  He smiled to himself and laid back his head... he was
looking forward to tonight!

To be continued...??

...or should I keep my day job and quit while I'm ahead??