Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 04:04:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: Kai <wai808@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Auctioned, part 2

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.

By the way, does anybody actually read this part?  But wanna say thanks to
everyone who took the time to write to me.  I took every suggestion and
feedback seriously.  I look forward to reading about what you think of this
segment.  Let me know at wai808@yahoo.ca . Thanks, Kai.

AUCTIONED II


Nick sat on the bed debating his options.  The sun now poured into the room
at full strength, across his body, warming him.  He was restless and a bit
confused over what happened earlier that morning.  He needed to clear his
mind.

He went into the closet and rummaged through its contents.  Nick found some
of Alik's boxers and put them on, along with a pair of shorts and a
T-shirt.  They were a bit too loose on him, but he refused to walk around
in garments designed for the bathroom again.  He opted to go barefoot
though, because Alik's shoes were two sizes too big for him.  His hair was
still in disarray but decided to leave it as it is.

Nick ventured out into the hallway and promptly bumped into a middle-aged
woman.  She carried with her a pile of linen in her arms.  Nick guessed her
to be the housemaid.  Upon seeing him, the woman broke into a quick speech
in Arabic and left Nick staring at her with a blank look on his face.


Det clicked her tongue against her cheek.  She stood staring up at the
young man in front of her.  The fool didn't understand a word she said.
She sighed when he started to look helpless.  Det motioned for him to stay
where he was, pointing at his chest and then at the ground.  He nodded.
Satisfied, she entered the bedroom and dropped the linen on top of the bed.

She returned to find him waiting patiently for her.  Det motioned for him
to follow her and she took him outside into the backyard.  She pointed at
the pool and began to pretend to swim.  The blond man grinned and said
something.  Det rewarded him with a toothy smile.  "Thank you," she
repeated after him.  She waved at him and turned to go back into the house.


Nick watched as the woman scuttled away.  Then he looked at the pool.  The
air was already stifling and the water looked cool and promised relief.  He
stripped off the shirt and dropped his shorts.  Clad in only the boxers,
Nick dived into the pool.  He touched the floor, did a somersault and broke
up into the surface, gasping for breath.  He whipped his head around and
rubbed the water from his face.

The water was refreshing.  He started a slow lap around the pool,
luxuriously enjoying the feel of the cool water against his skin.  Nick
dived in again and executed a few more twists and rolls.  This time when he
broke the surface he found Det moving towards him with a large towel and an
anxious look on her face.  She motioned for him to get out.  Frowning, Nick
climbed out and wondered what was wrong.

Det rubbed the towel into his face harshly.  He snapped back and grabbed
the towel from her.  She murmured something apologetically and went to pick
up his clothes lying by the side of the pool.  Nick finished drying himself
off.  The wet boxers he wore clung tightly to his body.  He jumped when Det
started to pull them off.  She looked at him, annoyed, exclaiming something
to him in a rather lecturing tone.  Nick wrapped the towel around his waist
and pulled the boxers off from beneath.  Det laughed at him and took the
boxers away, wringing the water out of them.  Nick felt himself turning
pink and concentrated on drying off the rest of him.

Det continued to lecture him and he only nodded and made appropriate sounds
wherever he found fit.  The housemaid seemed to momentarily forget that he
didn't understand anything she was saying.  She seemed content to have
someone to talk to with no interruptions.  Det motioned for Nick to hurry
up and he quickly pulled on the shorts and shirt she held out for him.
Without the boxers, the shorts rode low on his hips.

Nick rubbed the towel into his hair as he followed the housemaid back into
the house.  Passing by a window, he saw that his hair was bleached even
further by the combination of sun and the chlorine from the pool.  He hair
appeared almost white.  When they approached the drawing room, Det took the
towel from him and nudged him into the room.  She gave him one last worried
look and closed the doors behind him.

"Nick, so good to see you again."  Nick turned at the sound of the voice.
There was a man in a dark suit, lounging on one of the leather chairs,
nursing a martini.  Nick stared at him warily.  The man looked familiar.

Silence crept up between them.  Not a word was exchanged as the two men
stared at each other, lust in one man's eyes, caution in the other's.  The
seated man finally sighed.  "Please, sit down Nick.  You're giving my neck
a horrible crick."  Nick took the seat opposite of him.

The man cocked his head to one side.  "You have no idea who I am," he
exclaimed in amazement.  Nick lightly shrugged.  Granted, the other man was
very good-looking.  He probably wasn't used to having people forget his
name, much less his face.  The man chuckled to himself.  "There goes the
old ego," he replied.  He sat up straight.  "My name is Kul, we met last
night."

Realization dawned on Nick.  "Oh, I remember you now.  You had dinner here
last night.  Are you looking for Alik?"

"Yes, when he never showed up to the meeting that was scheduled for this
morning, my partners and I began to get concerned.  You see, our friend
Alik is never late for a meeting, much less not show up for one without any
reason.  Naturally, I took it upon myself to drive up to check to see if
everything is all right."

"He left more than an hour ago."

"Oh, then I must have left just when he departed from here.  I might as
well wait for him here then.  I have a contract that needs his signature."
Kul finished the rest of his drink.  "How are you enjoying Egypt so far?"

Nick frowned.  "I can't say that I am.  I haven't really been given the
opportunity to do much sightseeing."

"You should have Alik take you out.  Have him take you to the nearby Horus
temples and shrines.  But I don't blame him for wanting to keep you here
all to himself.  If my companion was as beautiful as you, I wouldn't want
any other eyes feasting on him but mine.  It's no wonder Alik never showed
up for the meeting today.  You really must be something in bed to keep him
from such an important signing."

Nick stared wide-eyed.  "What did you say?" he demanded.  He was seething
was anger.

Kul gave him a most charming smile.  "Your eyes turn the most delightful
shade of emerald when you're angry.  But please forgive my vulgar words,
I've foolishly stepped over delicate boundaries."

Nick grumbled but calmed down.  He needed to move around.  "Give me you
glass, let me refill it for you."  He took the martini glass from Kul and
proceeded towards the adjoining bar.  Nick threw ice and water into the
glass and opened up a bottle of gin.  "How do you like it?" he asked.

"Stiff," Kul hoarsely whispered against his ear.  Nick jumped and found
that Kul had silently moved up close behind him.  His body was pinned
against the counter by the other man's body.  He felt a cold object scrape
across his cheek.  Nick followed it with his eyes and saw that it was a
very sharp knife.  Kul caressed the blade down the length of his throat.
"Finish making the martini.  Don't try anything stupid.  Do you
understand?"  Kul pressed the knife against Nick's jaw and pulled it back
to show it to him.  A thin film of crimson red coated the blade.

Nick swallowed and emptied the cold contents from the glass.  As he opened
the bottle of gin, he felt one of Kul's hands snake down the front of his
body, down his chest, making its way towards the waist of his shorts.
While he poured the gin, the hand slipped past the top hem and the fingers
ran through his pubic hair, pausing to play and pull at them.

"Don't like underwear I see," Kul remarked playfully.  He continued to
finger through the hairy mass.  "It's so soft," he crooned.

Hands shaking, Nick began to pour vermouth into the glass.  By now, the
hand had encircled his hard cock and Kul was grinding his own hips against
Nick's butt.  Groaning, Nick managed to give the drink a whirl and throw in
an olive.  "It's finished," he mumbled.

"No, not quite," Kul growled.  The hand around his cock was gone and Nick
felt the man behind him rifling through his suit pockets.  "Don't move,"
Kul warned.

Nick froze in place at the warning.  He felt a small prick at the back of
his neck and gasped.  He turned around when Kul let him go and he stared in
horror at the empty hypodermic that the man held in his hand.  Nick rubbed
at the spot where he was injected.  "What did you put in me?" he demanded.

"Diluted amytal.  You'll be fine in a few hours."  Kul threw the syringe
into a bin and picked up the freshly made cocktail.  He watched Nick as his
eyes slowly glazed over and his body grow limp.

Nick couldn't find his sense of balance and felt very tired.  His vision
blurred and his head started to ache, not from pain but from his sudden
lack of focus.  He stared at Kul, but the man looked more like a dark fuzzy
blob at the moment.  Nick extended his arm towards him but contacted empty
air instead of bodily flesh.  He fell face first towards the ground.  He
heard soft laughter.  Then two firm hands picked him up from under his arms
and placed him over the armrest of a leather seat.  He laid his head
against the soft cushion.

Pillow... sleep... Nick stretched and tried to pull the rest of him onto
the couch.  But the hands had a firm grip on his hips and pulled him back
to his original position.

Kul pulled Nick's shirt over his head, just enough to keep the man's arms
up, parallel to each other.  He stroked Nick's back muscles, easing him
into a deeper sedative state.  Kul took off his own jacket, pulled off his
tie and stripped off his shirt.  Reaching down, he undid his leather belt
and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his feet.  Stepping out of
them, he kicked the pile of clothes at his feet aside.  He slowly massaged
his rock hard cock through his jock, moaning at the sight of Nick, lying
passively over the seat, arms pinned up by the t-shirt, cute butt sticking
up into the air.  Kul reached over and undid the buttons of Nick's shorts,
also letting them drop.  His cock twitched furiously at the sight before
him.

Nudging Nick's legs apart, Kul stuck his nose into the ball-sac and nuzzled
against the soft, velvety skin.  He took a deep breath and inhaled the
scent of musk, sweat, and chlorine.  He tongued along Nick's ass cleft and
twirled it around the hole.  Kul sat back and studied it.  He saw that it
was a bit pink and slightly swollen looking.

"I see that Alik has been through here already, and not too long ago
either."  Kul heard Nick mumble something incoherently.

Nick sighed when he felt something probing at his asshole.  A slender
object was inserted and rubbed pleasantly along the walls of his canal.  He
gasped and squirmed when it brushed across his prostate.

"Found it," Kul exclaimed smugly.  "Like my finger do you?  Do you like how
my finger located your pleasure spot?  Do you want my finger to brush it
again?"  Nick gasped when it did.  "Let's see what two fingers can do," Kul
said.  Nick moaned as another finger was inserted and the two alternately
rubbed against his prostate.  "Ooh, you really like this don't you?"

Nick rocked his hips towards the fingers, trying to get them deeper through
his sphincter.  Upon doing this, he found that he was able to rub his hard
cock against the leather material of the couch.

"Let's try an even bigger finger now," he heard Kul say.  The fingers were
taken away and a much larger object was placed at the entrance of his
asshole.  It wiggled a bit against the surrounding flesh, sending tremors
of ecstasy down along Nick's spine.  However, he tried to resist the
incoming assault, but his sphincter muscles were still sore and exhausted
from that morning's work-over.  Kul slid his cock in with little effort,
expelling a loud cry from Nick.

"Oh baby, you feel so damn good," Kul hissed through his teeth.  Without
missing a beat, he furiously pounded his cock hard into Nick's ass.  Their
ball-sacs slapped against each other's, skin contacting skin.  It was like
having his dick slide through a hot furnace.  Nick groaned loudly, half
from pain, half from pleasure.  He couldn't see how large Kul's dick was,
but he was pretty sure that it matched Alik's in length.  However, it did
feel thinner in diameter.

The pumping continued and what little pain Nick still felt was soon
overcome by the feeling of bliss and rapture.  He was sighing and moaning
uncontrollably now.

"Oh, Alik," he cried.  Kul's eyes, which he had closed, snapped wide open
at the sound.  Riled, he fucked Nick's ass even harder, slamming his cock
in, deeply impaling the man.  This made Nick cry even louder.  "Alik, God
Alik..."


Dali looked out the passenger side window as the white luxury sedan pulled
up beside the bronze Mercedes.  "Oh good, Kul is still here," he said.  The
elder man looked back at the other occupants riding with him.  Mohal
continued to leaf through the papers he was holding and Alik sat
motionless, eyes staring hard outside the window as well.  The amber within
glowered brightly at the sight of the other car.

"Dali, I'm sure I gave the contract to Kul," Mohal muttered.  "I don't have
it here."

"There's only one way to find out," Dali sighed.  He let himself out of the
car and waited for the other men to follow suit.  Together they walked into
towards the front entrance when a distressed looking woman burst through
the doors and ran for Alik.

"Master, please hurry," Det cried.  "I didn't want to... but he had a
knife, and now the foreigner is inside with that man..." she stammered in
broken Arabic.  Alik held her firmly by the shoulders and gave her a good
shake.

"Woman, what are you ranting over?  Slow down and get some sense into you."
Alik frowned even more when Det pulled him by the arm and tugged him
inside.  Mohal and Dali followed, curious and intrigued.  "Det, I demand to
know why you are acting like a possessed wench in front of company."  He
froze in place when he heard the cry.  It sounded like his name.

He shook the babbling woman off of his arm and followed the sound of the
cry.  When he realized that it was Nick calling for him, he quickened his
pace.  The other two Egyptians were close at his heels.  The cry was coming
from inside the drawing room.  When he threw the doors opened, his eyes
widened at the scene before him.  He heard the other two men behind him
gasp in horror.

His beautiful Nikkos lay draped over the leather couch; a blue T-shirt
wrapped around his head and arms, the rest of his body naked.  His veins
turned cold at the sight of his would-be-business partner driving his dick
hard into the precious orifice that he had taken himself mere hours ago.

At the sound of their arrival, Kul looked over and gave Alik a crazy grin.
He plummeted his cock into Nick one last time and let out a lusty groan as
he pumped spray after spray of his white milk into Nick's passageway.  It
seemed like he could cum forever.  He took in the look of blind fury on
Alik's face and pulled his dick out of Nick with a plop.  Kul picked up the
shorts from around Nick's feet and started to clean himself off with them.
He regarded Alik and chose his words carefully.  "He's incredible," he
smiled.

"Kul, what in the name of Ra possessed you?" Mohal shrieked.  "What do you
have to say to save your worthless self?"

Kul shrugged.  "Is it not Egyptian custom to share?"  He started to dress
himself.  Nick lay exactly where he left him, not moving.  "I found myself
waiting for the Greek and decided to make myself at home."

Alik went towards Nick and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, using
it to cover the man up.  He gently turned him over and pulled him into his
arms.  "Nikkos, look at me."  Nick sighed, but otherwise didn't move.  Alik
pried his eyelids open and found them glazed, the pupils dilated.  Lightly,
he traced along the fine cut at his jaw.  Blood smeared across his finger.
"What have you done with him?" he demanded.

"I injected him with a mild sedative.  He should be fine and ready for you
in another hour or two."  Kul adjusted his silk tie, looking bored.

"I think I'm going to be ill," Dali said quietly.  He went over to the
phone and made a call to the authorities.

"Are you calling the police?" Kul asked incredulously.

"What the hell do you think?" Mohal exclaimed.  "You drugged and raped
another man.  You seriously didn't think that we were just gonna sit around
and let you go about as you please again did you?"

Alik glared up.  "Again?" he snarled.  He slowly stood up and turned at
Kul.  "You've done this before?  I've been dealing business with a fucking
rapist?!"

Kul regarded him warily.  He cleared his throat nervously and readjusted
his tie again.  "He's just a fucking slave.  What else is he good for?  I'm
just helping you get your money's worth."

Alik stopped about a foot away from the Egyptian.  "I'll let you know when
I need your help," he growled.  "But since we're in such a generous mood,
let me help you out now.  You seem to be having trouble with your tie.
Allow me."  He reached out and grabbed the bottom of Kul's tie with one
hand and the knot with the other.  Savagely, he pulled in opposing
directions.

Eyes bulging, gasping for breath, Kul began to claw at his wrists.  Alik
roughly dragged the man across the room, never once easing his grip.  Kul
had no choice but to be dragged or risk having his head dismembered.  Alik
threw the man against the bar counter.  Kul moaned in pain as the sharp
edge stabbed into the side of his ribs.

The knife lay forgotten on the counter, beside the empty martini glass.
Alik detected it and picked it up, examining it.  The coating of blood had
dried up and lost its shine.  "You like to cut others I see.  Here, let me
help you get your money's worth on this knife.  Let's see what we can't do
to your pretty face," he growled.  Alik ran the edge of the blade against
the side of the man's face, from the cheekbone down to the jawline.  A thin
scarlet line trailed its path, and little droplets of bright red exploded
from it.  Alik placed the end of the knife at Kul's mouth.  "Lick it," he
ordered.

Kul hesitantly opened his mouth and took the blade in.  He let out a cry as
he felt a sharp pain on his tongue. Then he tasted salt and copper.  When
Alik withdrew the knife, Kul saw that it was now completely covered in
blood.  Kul snapped his mouth shut and sucked at his tongue, swallowing
down his own blood.  "You're fucking mad," he sputtered.

Alik pulled the tie up sharply.  Kul choked again and struggled for air.
"Yeah, fucking mad that I'm not going to be able to kill you."  He paused
and heard a faint siren off in the background.  The sound got louder as it
approached the property.  Alik gave the tie one more fierce jerk and then
yanked it to his feet, taking the strangulated man down to the floor.  Kul
lay in a pathetic heap, trying to loosen the material around his neck.
"I'm done playing with you," Alik scowled.  "I'll let the inmates at the
compound finish you of."


Nick woke up and found himself submerged up to his chest in warm water.
His head felt heavy and clogged.  He tried to remember how he got here.  In
a flash, it all came to him and he started to stand up when Alik walked
into the room.

"Alik, Kul was here.  He..."

"Shh."  Alik gave him a light kiss on the lips.  "He's been taken away by
the police.  The next time you see him he will be wearing dark blue
coveralls cleaning the graffiti and gum wads off your beloved pyramid
displays."

"I couldn't do anything, I feel so violated," Nick whispered.

Alik regarded him sadly.  "I take all responsibility.  If I had let you go
to begin with when you tried to talk some sense into me, you wouldn't have
had to go through any of this.  That's why I've decided to offer you your
freedom."  He pulled out an envelope from his pocket.  "There's a
first-class ticket for a direct flight to Vancouver in here.  I've also had
Yuri set up an account for you for tuition so that you may go to school and
study your Egyptian ideals."  He placed the envelope near the edge of the
bathtub.

Nick stared at Alik in disbelief.  "Just like that?  You're going to let me
go just like that?  I can't believe you."

Alik looked at him, confused.  "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Well, yes, no... I don't know."  Nick stared down at the water.  "This is
all new to me, you are new to me.  Maybe I've changed my mind, maybe I
didn't.  I don't know.  But I do know that I'm not ready to leave now.
What IF I want to stay?"

"But of course.  I have no way of forcing you out of this country.  You're
free to leave when you're ready.  The validity of that ticket is
indefinite."

"What if I want to stay here with you?"  Nick looked into Alik's eyes, his
own full of emotion, exposing everything for the other to see.

"I'd say I don't deserve it and I'd say I would be waking up from this
dream any minute now."

Nick reached up for Alik and pulled his head towards him.  He gave him a
long kiss and threaded his fingers through the dark hair.  "If this is a
dream, never wake up."

Alik pulled Nick close to him, holding him tight.  "Trust me, I may never
open my eyes again.  I was so scared for you today, Nick.  I nearly lost my
control when I saw what that bastard did to you."

Nick placed soft kisses all around Alik's face.  "I'm okay now.  What's
been done has been done, it's time to move on.  And I want to stay and see
what happens.  Who knows... maybe I will fly back to Vancouver in two
weeks, maybe next year, maybe never; but I want to give this a chance.
Besides, what better place to learn Egyptology then in Egypt herself?"

Alik grinned.  "Anything you say."

Nick wrinkled his nose.  "In that case, you need to take a bath yourself.
You stink."  Alik chuckled and began to strip right there in front of him.
Nick sat back and leaned against the side of the tub to enjoy the view.
When Alik stood up to his full 6'2" with his 9" hard cock waving around in
front, Nick sucked in his breath.  His eyes traveled along the
well-sculpted muscles on his perfect body.  He realized how Michelangelo
must've felt when he had David model for him.

His own cock began to harden and he ran his tongue along his lips.  He
wanted a taste of the cock that was moving before his eyes.  Hypnotized, he
followed the direction of movement of the swollen organ.  Nick beckoned for
Alik to come closer.  When the tip of Alik's cock touched his lips, Nick
slid his tongue out and across the slit.  Alik moaned softly.

Encouraged, Nick engulfed the huge head, swirling his tongue around the
glans.  He's never sucked cock before and decided that he liked having one
in his mouth.  It was warm and firm, yet velvety and soft.  Precum leaked
through the slit and Nick eagerly lapped at it, tasting the saltiness.  He
tried to swallow down more of the monstrous cock but ended up gagging at
his over-zealousness.  When he looked down, he saw that he only managed to
get the head and but a few inches of shaft into his mouth.

Alik stroked his hair and slowly pumped his cock in and out of Nick's warm
mouth.  "Take it easy, Nikkos.  Nobody gets it all in on their first try.
It takes practice."

Nick grunted and continued to suck at the large piece of flesh in his
mouth.  He pumped the remainder of the shaft with one hand and weighed
Alik's ball-sac in the other.  Gently he began to massage the bundle and
Alik spread his legs further apart.  The Greek leaned his head back,
breathing heavily, and lightly pulled at the blond hair of the man before
him.  Nick started a slow grind against the bathtub, rubbing his cock
across the ceramic.  The warm water sloshed about between his legs.

"Oh Nikkos," Alik moaned.  "I'm gonna blow..."  Nick responded by
quickening his pace with his mouth and hands.  His tongue swirled like a
tornado around the cockhead.  When he felt the balls in his hand tighten
and his hair being pulled painfully from their roots, he prepared himself
for the load he was about to receive.

The first load was as violent as the cry that escaped from Alik's mouth.
The hot liquid shot pass his tongue, right through his throat, with Nick
swallowing it down so fast he didn't get a chance to taste any of it.  As
his mouth continued to milk more cum out of Alik, the flow gradually slowed
down enough so that Nick was able to savor his first taste of cum.  It was
tangy and salty, with a peppery essence mingling about.  This was what Alik
tasted like.

Nick continued to lap at the softening cock.  He protested as Alik started
to pull out of his mouth.

"Don't look so sad," Alik chided.  He stepped into the water and pulled
Nick up against him.  He gave him a quick kiss and wrapped his hand around
the wet cock, throbbing with need.  Nick grinded his hips into the enclosed
hand.  Then with his other hand, Alik guided Nick down onto the tiled
surface that surrounded the jacuzzi.  He laid Nick on his back, his legs
still suspended over the tub, and Alik settled himself between the two
muscular legs, kneeling in the water.  He picked them up and draped them
over his shoulders, causing Nick to arch his back.  Alik smoothed his hands
over the sculpted abdomen before him and focussed in on the cock at perfect
eye level.

In one swift swoop, Alik engulfed the entire length of Nick, right down to
the base.  The soft pubic hair brushed across his nose and he inhaled
deeply, smelling the scent that belonged only to Nick.

Nick gasped as he felt his dick enter the silky tunnel that was Alik's
throat.  As a warm tongue played around the sensitive underside of his
penis, Nick started to buck and arch his back further.  He thought that his
cock might simply explode right there and then.  As Alik continued his
maddening work on his organ, a bolt of energy shot down Nick's spine,
creating a churning within his balls.  He could feel the contents inside
crash against the surrounding flesh before finding its way through his piss
tube and expelling out and into Alik's mouth.

He cried in ecstasy as the milking continued and at last he fell back onto
the tiles, body limp and weak.  Alik sucked him dry before pulling back.
He studied the ball-sac, which covered over Nick's asshole.  Spreading the
smooth cheeks apart, Alik nudged the sac out of the way with his nose and
began to gnaw and tongue at the puckered skin around the anus.  Nick melted
and his toes curled tightly.

"Oh, Alik... that feels sooo good..."

Alik grunted and gave the crevice one last slurp.  His own cock was hard
again and he wanted very badly to bury it into Nick's tight hole.  He
pulled Nick up hugged him close as he settled himself comfortably in the
water.  Then he leaned his back against the side of the tub and had Nick
straddle him, knees resting on either side of his hips.  Nick sat back and
steadied himself by placing his hands at the edges of the jacuzzi.  His
pulsing asshole stayed poised just over the tip of Alik's cock, barely
brushing it.

Alik thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cockhead through the tight
entrance.  Then Nick's arms crumpled, causing him to drop the rest of the
way, down into Alik's hips.  Both men groaned at the impact and the water
came to overflow out of the tub.  The white envelope lying by the edge of
the tiles swept away with the water, onto the floor.

Firm hands holding Nick at the hips, Alik helped him pump his ass up and
down his cock.  The water aided their movements, as well as seep up into
Nick, lubricating their lovemaking.  The sensations were intense and out of
this world; the water around them continued to splash wildly, up the sides
of the tub and onto the tiles and floor.

Alik heard Nick cry out his name in fervor.  He looked up into the face of
the man he was sharing this passionate affair with.  The raw emotion he saw
displayed took his breath away.  "Nick," he whispered.  He grabbed the back
of Nick's neck and pulled him in, giving him a fierce kiss, fucking his
mouth with his tongue as he was fucking his asshole with his penis.

Nick's body was one great bundle of sexual energy, ready to explode.  He
couldn't remember when he had ever experienced such pleasure before this,
marveling at what Alik was doing to his every orifice.  The pounding at his
ass increased and Alik suddenly broke the kiss, snapped his head back and
rolled his eyes heavenward.

"Nick!"  Alik's rhythm became jerky and erratic.  Nick knew that Alik had
reached his orgasmic climax as he felt a hot current flow through his
insides.  He responded by reaching his climax as well, cum spraying out of
the end of his dick, shooting out of the water and all over his chest.
Some pearly white droplets fell back to the surface of the water, spreading
out thinly and becoming opaque.

Nick dropped himself onto Alik and both men lay still, panting heavily and
regaining full consciousness.  Nick nuzzled at Alik's neck playfully;
licking at the sweat that had formed.  He trailed his tongue up the throat
to his earlobe.  Gently, he sucked and nibbled at it.  Alik turned his head
and looked at him in amazement.

"So soon, Nikkos?" he asked.

Nick grinned.  "Too soon for you?"  He sat back and started a slow grind
with his hips, up and down the length of Alik's cock.  "I can stop if you
want me to."

Alik laughed.  His dick began to harden at the languid stroking.  "No,
no... I wouldn't be letting you perform your job properly if I was to stop
you."

Nick increased the tempo.  "Sit back and enjoy the ride," he whispered.


Water fell out of the tub, creating giant pools all along the tiled floor.
On the steps, which adjoined the jacuzzi to the ground, lay a forgotten
white envelope, soaked through.  The ticket, which it held, was visible
through the thin sheet of paper.  Eventually, the colourful ink on the stub
began to run together, creating a psychedelic pattern.

And more water continued to fall...


Well, this was originally the end of this story.  But I'd like to develop
this story further and I welcome all suggestions.  Oh, since part III will
be from scratch, expect a longer wait for it...hahaha =P