Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2016 22:47:01 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Cage! Cock! Cairo! - Ch. 02

Thanks to everyone for the ideas and kind words. I used some and saved
others for later.

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Cage earns his stars... and stripes.

-{~ Cage! Cock! Cairo! ~}-

Chapter 2

-by Emri-

"You need five star tattoos on your chest by dinnertime each day to earn
your special treat at night," Vijay reminded me. "If you have less, then
you will do extra chores until the five are earned. If a star is taken away
or rubs off during your work, then you must work to earn more."

I'd woken that morning to Vijay holding my mouth so I wouldn't make any
noise. He beckoned for me to follow him into the bathroom and I did. I
caught a glimpse of my ass in the mirror. It was red in round spots on the
lower half of each cheek. He'd kept it all in one area. Though it felt like
an uncontrolled beating, he'd known what he was doing.

Vijay tossed me in for a quick shower and took my briefs to add to Mr.
Almari's laundry. When I was finished and dried, he applied some white
cream from a tube to the bruised parts of my ass. It felt warm and tingly,
but had no smell to it.

"This is your cabinet," Vijay said when finished. He opened the door on the
lowest cabinet just inside Mr. Almari's expansive closet that opened from
his bathroom.

There was one simple basket with my name written on the side of it. Inside
were two stacks of white material. One held white, stretchy tank tops, and
the other held white, stretchy shorts. I put them on as he watched. The
shorts hugged my thighs and ass. It showcased my happy package while the
tank made my chest and arms stand out.

"No underwear?" I asked.

"This is your uniform. Other clothes will be provided as you earn them or
as you need them on the odd occasion you get to leave the house," Vijay
said. Next to the basket of clothes there was a small pair of white slip-on
shoes.

"Stars and wipes," Vijay said as he pulled a small array of temporary
tattoo stars and several individually wrapped wipes from his pocket.

"This is a temporary tattoo, you will earn stars on your chest for doing
your job well or for pleasing someone. When you earn five stars, you will
earn free time that evening and a big star on your progress chart. If you
displease someone in authority, they will take a wipe from your pocket and
remove one star," Vijay explained.

"Who is in authority over me? Where do I rank?" I asked thinking it was a
fair question.

"Everyone, Cage. Everyone is above you and you must work your way up,"
Vijay slid the stars and wipes in my back pocket. "Now go and wake up
Ahmed. He has an early meeting this morning and the kitchen is preparing
his breakfast. You won't likely earn a star for it since he's a very
unhappy person when he wakes up, but you don't have any yet so he can't
take any away."

+++

Ahmed was completely passed out on his back with a light blanket bunched up
across his crotch. He was naked and as handsome as I remembered him from
the time we jerked off together. He was snoring lightly like his father did
and had one hand holding his cock.

"Ahmed," I whispered and touched his chest, but he didn't move. I shook him
lightly and he rolled over onto his side facing me. He blinked his eyes
twice and then opened them wide with outrage.

"The fuck are you doing, perv?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the
bed.

"You have a meeting. Vijay told me to wake you," I said. He shook his head
and reached a hand to the back of my neck. He forced my head down to where
his cock laid soft and fat against his thigh. I'd thought about it so much
since the night he'd jerked off on me. His musk hit my nose with a mix of
sweat and testosterone.

"Wake it up before you wake me up. That's how it's done from now on," Ahmed
said roughly as he ground my face against his cock. He rubbed it against my
lips and nose three times and then let go of me.

"I'm just supposed to wake you up. Vijay will get mad if I waste time up
here," I explained and pulled back from him.

"Then don't waste time! Suck it," Ahmed insisted and pushed my lips down
against his cock.

"You have your meeting soon," I protested half-heartedly. Ahmed turned on
parts of me I didn't even know could be aroused.

"Then you better hurry up! If I'm late for it, I'll punish you in a way
your little khawal hole won't enjoy," Ahmed growled. He gripped his growing
cock and smacked it against my lips.

"What's khawal?" I asked.

"It's you, a little fag who needs to please men," Ahmed said and pushed the
tip against my lips.

"I'm not like that," I said and slurped his cock with my tongue.

"You're on your way, now quit wasting time," Ahmed pushed my head down and
grabbed my hair to force me to hold still as he pushed in and out of my
mouth.

"If I do a good job, you can give me a star!" I noted happily when he let
me up. I rolled my fingers around his shaft and pumped it lightly.

"If you do a good job, I won't beat your ass," Ahmed said and reached for
his cellphone. Vijay was right, he wasn't a morning person. But I'd agreed
to follow their orders and earn my place here. I lapped at his shaft and
then sucked the head with my lips. It woke up pretty quickly and his hand
started pressing me down on it.

"This isn't your first cock worship, is it?" Ahmed noted. I shook my head
with a mouthful of him. I'd sucked a few guys, mostly to get them on mine.
It wasn't my prefered gender, but I'd struck out a lot with girls. I
figured out quickly which of them were just into my family's money.

"Let me check out this hole. I may want it later," Ahmed said and pulled my
right thigh over to him so he could get at my ass. He pushed down my shorts
and I felt his hands roughly part my cheeks.

"Fuck that's beautiful. Not even a hair there yet, smooth little pink
pussy. Wish I had the time to get it this morning," Ahmed rubbed my hole
with his finger and then smacked it playfully. It stung and I jumped and
yelped.

"Stop whining, Cage. I warned you about that," Ahmed growled and proceeded
to smack my hole with two fingers repeatedly until I stopped reacting so
loudly.

"Hurry up with that. I have to be on a business call to Bangalore in ten
minutes. I'm already missing breakfast for your sloppy blowjob," Ahmed
gripped my hair and raised me up and then forced me down on his cock
rapidly. I gagged and sputtered to swallow as much of him as I could. He
wasn't one of the twiggy white friends I had at home. This was a man's
cock, fat and angry that drooled precum on my tongue every time I was
pushed back down.

"Let me do it, Faggot. Just hold still," Ahmed pulled me halfway off his
cock and gripped the shaft. He stroked himself furiously until he started
to spurt in my mouth.

"Uhhh, that mouth is so perfect, fuck," Ahmed hissed as his body jumped a
few times against the mattress and he filled my mouth with his morning
seed.

"Fuck fuck fuck, take it, swallow it all," Ahmed commanded as he finished
coating my throat with his juice. His body thumped twice more and then he
laid back with a long sigh. I gulped quickly to swallow the salty thick
juice he'd given. I was still hoping for a star.

"You can do better, but not bad for a quick one," Ahmed admired. "I gotta
grab a quick shower. Make the bed while I'm gone." He pushed me away and
jumped up.

"Oh wait, show me your tongue," he said and looked back. He came towards me
and gripped my jaw as I opened my lips for him. My mouth was empty.

Ahmed nodded with approval and then reached into my back pocket. He took
out one star tattoo and swiped it against my extended tongue. He pushed me
to sit up and then stuck it against my chest. He pounded it fiercely
eliciting a yelp of pain from me.

"Gotta make sure it stays. Your first star, good boy," Ahmed praised. His
words filled me with a pride the star on my chest couldn't match.

"Thank you, sir," I said with a proud smile.

"Make the bed and go wake up Tarik. He has a test to study for," Ahmed
said. I nodded and he sailed off to the shower. I was finished with his bed
before he finished his shower so I let myself out of his room.

Tarik was the opposite of his brother. I went in to find him curled on his
side and hugging a pillow with the comforter pulled up around his chest.
His room was bright with the morning sun coming through open shades. He
must have been a sound sleeper.

"Good morning," I said as I pushed on his shoulder and rocked him gently.
He roused with a smile and blinked at me a few times with innocent green
eyes. He looked like a younger version of his brother, but was softer, less
angry.

"Hey, Cage. Sup?" He yawned. "Oh you earned a star already. Way to go,
dude," Tarik said. He reached a finger and traced the glittery star tattoo
Ahmed had put on my chest.

"Not much, yeah, Ahmed gave me my first," I said proudly. I guess they had
all discussed my star system while I'd been asleep recovering from the
brutal spanking.

"You must have sucked his dick," Tarik laughed. I felt my cheeks blush and
looked away from his eyes.

"Do you want me to make your bed?" I asked the floor. Tarik put a hand
under my chin and raised my face.

"No sense in being embarrassed here. We all know your story, nothing to
hide," Tarik instructed.

"Are you going to want me to do that to you?" I asked. Tarik blinked at me
with those oversized eyes. He had his father's prominent Egyptian nose that
was obviously too heavy to stay attached to the ancient great sphinx.

"Not right now, I have to get to campus soon and I need to finish some
homework," he said with a look of disappointment.

"Ok, I'll make your bed," I said with equal sadness.

He crawled out from his burrow of comforter and walked across the room in a
rumpled pair of boxers. I watched him shuck them and saw a nicely curved
ass as he stepped into the shower. I untangles the covers and made his bed
nicely, finding a teddy bear buried in the sheets. Seemed odd for a guy
older than me.

I found Vijay downstairs and he instantly complimented me on getting one
star. He showed me a bucket of supplies he had assembled for me and
instructed me to head back upstairs to go through each bathroom attached to
all five bedrooms. He gave me a laundry bag to collect any clothing items
or towels that had been used. The Almaris liked fresh towels with each
shower.

Vijay followed me up to show me what I should do. I started on the bedroom
I had taken a nap in my first day there. I scrubbed the shower though it
didn't really need it, but Vijay was coaching me. He gave me a little
checklist of things to clean and what to use. We finished it quickly, and I
moved on to the big bathroom in Mr. Almari's room.

He was out for work so I was alone as I scrubbed it clean. He was a very
orderly man in all that he did so it showed in his bathroom. I did have to
clean up beard clippings from the sides of the sink. He kept it clipped
very close to his face so there were a million tiny prickles to wipe off.
Vijay checked when I was done and seemed to approve.

"Good enough, I'll check the others when you finish all of them and if
they're this good then you will earn a star," Vijay said and then I moved
on to the other bathrooms.

Ahmed was conducting his meeting when I peaked in, so I moved on to
Tarik's. Tarik had left dirty clothes in a pathway from his bathroom to his
dresser. I found two pairs of boxers, workout shorts and a shirt that
smelled as if he had finished a good run, and some jeans with a
long-sleeved t-shirt. I put them all in the laundry bag along with the
towel I'd collected from Mr. Almari's bathroom. I wondered if Vijay always
collected his laundry personally. He seemed to protective of Mr. Almari.

I moved to the fourth bathroom and saved Ahmed's for last. I'd never been
in there and it was set up as a home office with two desks, a copier, and
other business accoutrement. The small bathroom attached was easy to clean
and likely hadn't been touched since the last time Vijay did it.

Ahmed was off the call when I came back to his room. His door was wide open
so I didn't disturb him with a knock. It must have been a video business
call because he was wearing a crisp, white button-up shirt and tie with
stretchy workout shorts below. He was standing and leaning over a printer;
cursing at it as he flexed his ass.

He wheeled around when he felt my presence. I held up the bucket of
cleaning supplies and pointed towards his bathroom. He grunted at me and
nodded for me to proceed as he berated his printer in Arabic.

I wiped down his shower and collected his pile of clothes from the floor.
The toilet wasn't too bad, but I used the scrubber stuff on it to make it
shine. More than anyone's, I wanted Ahmed's approval. I wanted him to know
I was trying and not being the spoiled whiner he'd painted me. That wasn't
me. I would show him I respected his family, his culture.

He came in as I was finishing up. He looked around to inspect as I was
kneeling on the floor to wipe at a mystery spot on the cabinet door.

"Looks nice! Good job," Ahmed said and pushed down the front of his shorts.
He flopped out his cock and let it hang as he walked to the toilet. He let
loose a stream of piss without using his hands. At first it all went
perfectly into the bowl, a cock that big didn't have anywhere to go but
down. But then he started to point out some spot in the shower he claimed
I'd missed which made him turn that way and he pissed on the seat and
floor.

"I really like how clean the mirror is," Ahmed noted happily and let some
piss fly over towards the counter.

"Hey! You're getting it everywhere!" I protested, and Ahmed laughed.

"I'll piss in your mouth if I feel like it," he said but then finished up
in the bowl. He shook out the last few drops and then put it away. He
didn't even bother flushing.

"It smells like piss in here, you should clean it up," Ahmed laughed and
went back to work. I took some paper towels and mopped up what he had done.
I followed that with the cleaning wipes. I was sure that Ahmed would come
back in to fuck with me again before Vijay could check out my work, but I
was finished and ready for inspection.

I put everything away in the bucket and raced downstairs to find him. He
followed me back to Ahmed's room and inspected the bathroom with a nod.
Luckily, Ahmed was on another call so he hadn't gotten to fucking with me a
second round. The rest of the bathrooms were equally clean so Vijay had
nothing but a happy nod.

"It's good work for your first day on the job. Hand me a star," Vijay said.
He had me stick out my tongue and used it to wet the paint side of the
tattoo. He placed it on my chest and rubbed it more gently than Ahmed had.
He peeled it slowly to show a second, glittery star on my chest. I had
three to go.

I earned star number three before lunchtime by sweeping and mopping the
tile floors of the first level. I was glad for the break when Vijay gave me
my third star. He sat me down on a corner of the kitchen bar and talked to
me while he made me a pita sandwich filled with turkey and veggies.

Mr. Almari came in to check my progress while I ate. He started stealing
cucumbers from my plate while talking to Vijay about my progress. He never
addressed me, but kept one hand on my shoulder and occasionally stroked my
blonde hair like I was a pet. Vijay said good things about my work and told
him I hadn't caused any problems yet. He told him how surprised he was that
Ahmed had given me a star for waking him up.

Mr. Almari didn't like that, he turned me around on the barstool and put
his hand under my jaw. He looked down at me with anger as though he knew
exactly what I'd done to earn it. I started to blush wildly and I lowered
my eyes to the knot of his tie.

"You're here to learn a work ethic, not a sex trade, Cage. I should have
known he would take advantage of your simple mind. I will speak with him at
once!" Mr. Almari fumed with rage.

"No please, it was my idea. He was sleeping naked and exposed. I did it to
wake him for his meeting... I liked it," I said.

Mr. Almari's look softened then, he waved a hand at Vijay and the kitchen
cleared out. We were alone.

"So you took advantage of my son! I should have you flogged," Mr. Almari
was only half as mad and a small smile crept up the side of his lips. "Of
course you did... serving superior males is in your genes. I forget that
Ahmed takes after me as well. He could sense it in you."

"I don't know what you mean, sir," I admitted. He raised my chin so our
eyes met and traced a thumb over my lips. It felt awkward and uncomfortable
to look him in the eyes. As dominant as Ahmed was, this was the king.

"Look at me, boy," he said and pushed his thumb through my lips. I sucked
on it instinctively and felt my heart race as my cock began to stretch my
shorts. He sighed with a sad look for a quick minute.

"You are my favorite memories frozen in time... so eager yet so
undisciplined," he admitted as I nursed his thumb with my lips and tongue.

"But I have work to return to," Mr. Almari said. He used his spit-soaked
thumb to rub out the first star tattoo on my chest. I watched as a smear of
glitter faded away. He grabbed at my shirt and used it to wipe his thumb
clean.

"No stars for playtime. That's a reward, not work." Mr. Almari started to
walk away, but then lifted my chin once more and stared into my blue eyes.

I started to protest, but something about his power forced my tongue to be
silent. He softly kissed my forehead and patted my cheek. He let me go and
I looked down to see him adjust a massive bulge in his pants.

"Be good, Cage. I hope you can make up the stars by dinnertime. I really am
on your side. I know you can do this. But you do it by the rules. Rewards
for work, not sex," Mr. Almari said as he walked away.

I was left there with half a sandwich, a bulge in my shorts, and a glitter
stain on my white tank top.

Vijay returned when he heard the kitchen door swing closed. He looked at my
chest with a shrug that told me he had planned this. He knew to say just
enough to let Mr. Almari know what I'd done. He didn't want me to get by so
easily.

"I need three more stars," I said with a sigh.

"Then you'd better get working. We can ask him to do a final inspection of
your work before dinner. If he is pleased enough, then he might reward you
with the final one," Vijay offered.

I took two more bites of my sandwich and then Vijay showed me my next task.
Off the kitchen was a laundry room where an Indian servant was pulling
clothes fresh from the dryer. He didn't speak English, but Vijay said he
could show me what to do. He was maybe a few years older than me and
dressed very differently. Rather than my stretchy white tank top and
shorts, he had on a loose pair of blue cargo shorts with a matching blue
polo shirt. The shorts hung on his full ass and showed the waistband of his
blue briefs every time he reached for a hanger off a high rack. He was
built well and smiled warmly.

I didn't learn his name, Vijay was in a hurry with business. The man handed
me a white t-shirt and showed me how he wanted it folded, but he did it too
quickly. When I tried, I didn't get it right. He turned from the ironing
board and shook his head. He pulled it from my hands and folded it again in
a very quick manner. Every corner of the folded shirt was perfectly done
and I kept failing to meet his example.

He was cursing or something loud, and I could tell I was slowing down his
demanding daily routine. He finally pushed me out of the way and finished
the pile of shirts by himself.

"I tried!" I claimed the minute Vijay entered to check on me. The laundry
servant gave him a scowl and said something in his language.

"He's not pleased with your work, Cage. No star for this," Vijay said
softly. We'd wasted 45 minutes on this task and I was still at two stars.

"I can't do this. I'll never earn them," I said with despair.

"You haven't had a break. Why don't you take one?" Vijay offered sympathy.

"I need three more. What can I do for three?" I begged.

"Let's have you dry the dishes and put them away! The dishwasher has just
finished," Vijay said excitedly as though this was the gold I'd been
searching for. He took me back to the kitchen and opened the dishwasher, a
wave of steam hit me in the face. It was an assortment of different sized
plates. He gave me a thick towel and opened two cabinets to show me that
all I had to do was dry them and match them to their siblings.

I got through this one pretty easily and it opened up my sinuses. My face
was wet with the steam, but it felt refreshing from the overly air
conditioned house. I closed the dishwasher and ran to get Vijay to show
him. He nodded approvingly and took a tattoo from my pocket. I licked it
and tasted sweet success for the fourth time today. I had three stars
again. I hadn't felt that good since my soccer team won regionals last
year. I was benched for most of the game since I wasn't exactly their star,
but I was still proud.

"The car! I've been meaning to wax his sports car. It just came in from
Milan two weeks ago and it's already in need of attention. Can you do this?
It's his prized possession!" Vijay asked with caution.

"Yeah, I used to do my dad's sometimes. It's one of the few things he did
for himself," I said excitedly knowing I could get this one easily.

He took me out to the garage and showed me a cabinet stocked with every
kind of car cleaner known to man. He left me with an uneasy smile that
showed his lack of confidence.

I started with a bucket of water and light soap. The car was dusty and had
some dirt around the rims. I'd get it clean and dry before waxing it. My
dad had taught me well on this. I soaped it up gently with one towel and
then took the bucket outside to drain the soapy water. I ditched that in a
side drain and then filled it with clean water.

I was coming back into the garage when a voice made me jump. "What are you
doing?" Mr. Almari barked with anger.

I spilled water all down my tank top and shorts as I tripped over the
raised cement that transitioned from the driveway to the garage floor. The
bucket poured out over the pavement as I scrambled to my knees.

"Cleaning your car, sir," I said as I wiped my face on the back of my hand.
I turned my head back up to look at him behind me.

"Your uniform has turned transparent," Mr. Almari noted with a laugh.

"Oh... uh I'll go change," I looked down to see the back of my shorts showing
my pale, muscular ass. He offered a hand and I took it. I got to my feet
and he pushed me chest first against the trunk of his sportscar.

"No, this is fine for out here. You're in training here. Everyone in this
house knows it. You have no need to hide," he said as he rubbed a hand over
the back of my wet shorts. He gave it a soft smack and then peeled down the
back of my shorts.

"Your bottom is healing nicely. Hopefully you won't need to be reprimanded
like that for a while," Mr Almari noted as he rubbed my cheeks. He squeezed
them and i looked back to see a bulge in his work trousers. He rubbed it
with his free hand.

"You enjoyed serving a man this morning. Didn't you?" He said it as a fact,
but I still nodded my head.

"Your mouth has served others, has it not?" Mr. Almari asked with interest.

"Yes sir, just a few, friends. We traded blow jobs sometimes just to see
what it felt like," I said.

"And this hole? It looks untouched," Mr. Almari spread my cheeks and rubbed
his thumb over it. My body twitched as a small gasp escaped my lips.

"Never, sir. I've put fingers there just because I heard it is supposed to
have a hidden spot in there that makes you go crazy. Do you know the spot?
Does it exist for real? I didn't find it and it hurt," I said. Something in
me had a need for full honesty with him. I knew he meant only the best for
me. He laughed at my questions.

"Of course it is real. You've never felt it? You are clumsy, young, naive.
You don't go in there on your own unless you know where things are. You
need an experienced man, a real man to show you what your cunt can do when
it's used properly," Mr. Almari noted and pushed his thumb against my hole.
I whined when he pushed too hard and he used his free hand to rub my back.

"You see? So many ways it can hurt, but so many more that it can bring you
a new level of sensation," Mr. Almari said in a tone just above a whisper.

"Can you teach me? Please sir?" I begged as the side of my face squished
against his soapy, cherry-red sports car.

Mr. Almari pushed me down hard on the trunk I was bent over. He unzipped
his pants and flopped out his cock. I didn't see it though as he kept a
hand on my back and pressed me down.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I grunted as soapy water started to get into my
mouth.

I felt his cock, or maybe his arm, it was so wide... it flopped between my
ass cheeks. He started to slide between them in quick motions as his pants
pressed against my wet, naked legs. He leaned down over me and I felt his
lips kiss and bite at the back of my neck. His hands held me by the
shoulders, pressing me against his car. He was slamming me from behind and
my own cock was pinned between my stomach and the slicked up shine of his
car.

I'd like to say I smelled his cologne and sweat, but honestly the soap was
working it's way into my nose as it squished against the trunk. I was
moaning and whining from the sensations his body gave me. He shoved two
fingers into my open mouth and I gagged on the soapy taste of them as he
slid them along my tongue.

"Ohhhh," I whined as he bucked hard against me and my hole shivered. My
cock was rubbing against the smooth, soapy paint job and it made my eyelids
flutter from overwhelming ecstasy. He grabbed my jaw and turned my head
back to look at him. His green eyes were filled with lust as he studied me.

"Fuck I love those baby blue eyes; so needy, so innocent...  my little Cage
boy," he praised. I mouthed agreement against his fingers. He slid them out
of my mouth and shoved the hanging part of his tie in for me to suck on.
His hands gripped my shoulders and massaged them fiercely as he rubbed his
cock between my cheeks with urgent speed.

"Uhh, Uhh, Uhh," he grunted and cursed at me in harsh Arabic tones. My hole
was twitching and excited as his shaft rubbed against it. It sent odd
little shivers through me as though it spoke a language my body understood
with great excitement from a past life. My chest smeared the soap around
the trunk as he pressed down on me and used my ass like a hot dog bun.

My cock was rock hard from sliding and I started to moan as it neared the
edge of cumming.

"I'm going to cum. I can't stop it," I begged and my body started to shake
as I shot hot spurts into the soapy mixture.

"Yeah... Uhhhhhh... come for me, boy," he let out one long groan and I felt his
hot seed coat my lower back. He gave several long, slow jabs at me as his
body tensed and spasmed against me. And then he landed on me, spent from
his quick air fuck. We breathed together as his muscled frame crushed me
from above.

He gave a soft kiss to my cheek and then raised up and adjusted his ruined
suit. He put his hands on my tank top and tore it in half. He tore the
soaked shreds from my chest and used it to mop up his cum-smeared cock.
There was cum on my stomach, on his car, on my ass and back. He backed away
and looked at my wet, soapy body with my stretchy shorts bunched around my
thighs.

"Finish the car and then get some fresh clothes. Don't bother waxing it,
just rinse it and dry. They're detailing it tomorrow," He said and tossed
me my shred of shirt soaked in soap and seed.

"Yes sir," I said. I pulled up my shorts and tucked my spent cock away. I
reached into my back pocket and took out a star tattoo hoping he'd affix it
to my chest, but I found they were wet, ruined.

"My stars," I said sadly.

"The ones on your chest rubbed off too," Mr. Almari noted. "Dinner is
soon."

"No, they can't be!" I ran over to a mirror on the garage wall. The stars
on my chest were a ruined glittery mess.

"No treat for tonight, but you did a good job today." Mr. Almari appeared
behind me in the mirror. He slid an arm around my front and rubbed a hand
over my right pec. He squeezed it approvingly.

"Can I still work and earn more?" I asked. I was so close to winning. I
hated losing. I was only half upset though, fucking me on his car was much
better than any treat he could have planned for me.

"I'm afraid you'll have to. I'll have Vijay get you new stars after you
finish the car and clean yourself," Mr. Almari said as he reached above me
to take a towel from a high shelf. He wiped his shirt and hands before
hanging it around my neck.

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"Did you finish your assignments for today?" Mr. Almari asked as the family
sat around the dinner table. I had brought out the plates of food, and was
about to head back into the kitchen to finish helping.

"Yes sir," I said and stopped next to him. I had on a fresh uniform and had
earned the star for washing his car and another for helping prepare dinner.

"You see then why it upset Ahmed so much to hear you complaining after all
that has been handed to you in life... after all you have wasted. So many men
must earn their way working and fighting against much bigger odds than you
dealt with today," Mr. Almari said and put his hand on my shoulder.

"You had setbacks and yet you kept trying and working. You can't have this
cemented in just one day. It will take you much more time, but you are on
your way, Cage. I'm proud to have you work in my home," he said.

"Thank you sir," I said with a big smile.

"Tell Vijay to give you one of the servant bowls, you can sit here with me
and eat," he said. I thanked him and practically danced into the kitchen.
Vijay gave me a bowl and I returned to Mr. Almari's side.

I started to sit in the empty chair to his right, but he took the bowl from
me and motioned for me to sit on the floor.

"No, you have not earned a seat at the table yet. That place will take a
lot of work," he instructed. Vijay had followed me out and he smiled when
Mr. Almari handed him the bowl. Vijay put some food in it and set it down
in my lap where I sat cross-legged next to Mr. Almari's chair.

It was mostly the mix of roasted vegetables I'd helped cook along with a
few bites of the steak Vijay had grilled. It wasn't my regular helping, but
maybe they'd give me more if I earned it. I ate as I listened to the table
conversation. They had no need to include me, so they went back to using
their normal Arabic with each other. I leaned my head against Mr. Almari's
side after finishing the small bowl of food. I felt his hand rub my hair,
petting me gently like the family dog.

His hand left and then returned holding a small piece of steak between two
fingers. I chewed it happily and swallowed before licking his fingers
clean. He pushed them inside me and I sucked them clean. He gave me three
other pieces of steak this way, but then finished his meal and ignored me
for a few minutes.

He put his hand to my cheek and looked down to see me yawn. He pulled my
head over to his lap and I laid against his muscled thigh. He rubbed my
hair in slow, soothing motions as I yawned and fell asleep against his
crotch.

---

I earned a third star by cleaning up after dinner. Vijay put it on my chest
after inspecting the cleanup and then said that Mr. Almari wanted to see me
in his bedroom.

I went up to find him stretched out on his bed with his laptop resting over
his ample bulge. He had on a tank top that showed his chest nicely and some
lounging shorts.

"Just finishing up some work, come here," Mr. Almari patted the bed next to
him. I crawled on and laid back against his pillows with a yawn.

"You're ready for bed, aren't you?" Mr. Almari pulled me over to rest my
head on his chest.

"Yes sir. I haven't done this much work in... ever," I admitted.

"Can I ask something, sir?" I had felt something odd in my stomach since
our encounter on his car.

"Yes, in two minutes. I need to finish this email." Mr. Almari typed
furiously and then pointed at me as he hit send.

"I think Ahmed might be upset if he knew we um... you know... in the garage," I
said.

"Ahh, we must talk about this. I forget your age and culture," Mr. Almari
laughed as though I was from a simpler time in history. He put away his
laptop and turned to face me. He looked so youthful in his lounge clothes
and sitting like this.

"You may serve many men in your life, or just a few. I already see a spark
of great humility in your task. You have the spirit your father lacked. You
take so easily to discipline and a strong hand... yet you must not confuse
love, sex, or loyalty. You will find different variations on them in the
men you will serve." Mr. Almari began.

"Are you sending me to other men?" I asked with concern.

"No, of course not. But when you are in service to a house, your body is
available for their pleasure. In this house, you are loved dearly as well.
In other houses, that might not be the case. You were born for this life
though. I can see it has awakened in you so naturally." Mr. Almari rubbed
my hair.

"What do you mean, sir?" I looked up with confused eyes.

"Come with me," Mr. Almari said and stood from the bed. I took his hand and
followed him into the bathroom. He put me in front of the wall-length
mirror.

"Look at yourself. Look how straight your posture has become. That's pride
in your work. Look how your proud chest shines with it's earned stars. You
lost and earned them again without much argument. Your innocent eyes beg
for my hand to guide you. You were born for this," Mr. Almari wrapped his
arms around my stomach and held me tight against his chest. His dark,
handsome face rested on my shoulder as he kissed up my neck.

I let out a soft gasp as his lips ignited my fire, my lips turned to meet
his. He kissed me and our lips fought for control until he put mine into
submission with his tongue. I sucked it eagerly as I did everything he
offered.

"And this," he said with a sigh when he broke the kiss. His hand had found
my cock stretching my shorts. He gave it a harsh squeeze that made me
flinch. "This must be put in check. You are to earn your pleasure, not just
shoot around whenever your little kus is stimulated."

"What's a kus?" I asked. His finger slid down the back of my shorts to show
me. I let out an excited moan as he rubbed it tenderly.

"You've had enough for one day. You'll sleep in my bed so no one will
stimulate you further," Mr. Almari said. He gave one last kiss to the top
of my head and then smacked my ass to head to his bed.

He tucked me in under his heavy comforter and headed out to finish his
evening as he turned off the lights. I was exhausted when my head hit the
pillow and quickly passed out.

I woke later in the darkness as Mr. Almari slid in behind me and pulled my
back to his chest. He held me tightly and his hot breath on the back of my
neck made my cock stand at attention. I was too tired to do anything about
it and he would be upset if I did. Maybe he was right and I needed to get
this under control. It had spent most of the day at attention, and It could
get me in trouble.

---

I woke up before Mr. Almari the next morning. I wasn't even sure if Vijay
was up yet, but I was determined. I would earn my five stars today. I would
be careful to keep them safe and dry. I was rested from going to bed so
early and eager from the challenges I faced yesterday. I sat up and looked
down at Mr. Almari snoring and hugging my waist.

I wanted to get in a good workout. I was used to going early before school.
I didn't know where the gym was here, but thought maybe I could find it.
I'd use it and then clean it and maybe earn a star for it.

I crept downstairs and saw the sun peaking over the back wall. I thought
the house was all in bed, but when I went to the kitchen to get some juice,
I found Vijay reading something on an iPad and sipping coffee.

"I was going to let you sleep another 20 minutes," Vijay said. "This is
usually my alone time, but you're welcome to sit with me if you want."

"I was going to go workout, where is the gym?" I asked.

"I'll supervise. It's Ahmed's pride and joy, but he won't be up anytime
soon." Vijay rose and chugged the last of his coffee.

He beckoned for me to follow him back out to the living room. There was a
hallway I hadn't noticed that led to a guest bathroom and a side room where
there was a small gym setup. I noticed Ahmed had his own chart on the wall
noting his progress with weight lifting. I felt a twinge of pride in my
chest when I noticed I wasn't far behind him in bench press weight.

"Can I clean it when we're finished? I need an early start on my stars
today," I asked Vijay.

"I suppose, but you must be careful. Ahmed is particular with his things
and if he finds it later and is upset, he may erase all the stars you
earned," Vijay cautioned.

I started with some warm-up cardio on an elliptical while Vijay climbed on
the treadmill. I worked up a sweat and got my heart rate where I liked it
before moving to the weights. I focused on squats with them. Ahmed seemed
so happy to play with my ass and I wanted more attention down there. I was
so intrigued to have him or Mr. Almari show me how to make it feel good.
I'd never had much luck on my own.

I decided to just make it a leg day and go through the rest of the routine
my trainer back home had shown me. We had a nicer gym than this in our
house plus we used the bigger one at the club. I finished up and got back
on the cardio machines. I knew I shouldn't push myself too hard since I had
a full day of work ahead, but routines are routines.

When I finished the cooldown I saw Vijay had left. I'm sure he had a lot to
do. Running this house was not the easiest task. I decided to get the
cleaning supplies and try to replicate what I saw the workers do on the gym
at the club. The floor was a little dirty so I grabbed a broom, and got a
bucket with some wipes and dusting towels.

I went over every inch of the room looking for dust, dirt, grime, anything
I could find. I was on a mission. Every surface sparkled, every weight was
lined up perfectly and each machine was wiped down to factory
specifications. I ran upstairs to get Vijay, but he was busy organizing Mr.
Almari's schedule. I decided to grab a shower since I was pretty rank from
my work and workout.

I went back up to find Mr. Almari just stirring in his bed. He yawned and
smiled when he saw me tip toe in.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" I asked nervously. "I just did a workout and
started on my chores."

"It's ok, go shower and then come back out before getting dressed. I have a
surprise for you," Mr. Almari said as he reached for his cellphone on the
side table. I heard him turn on the TV to some Arabic morning show with
chipper people yelling at each other and laughing.

I cleaned myself in the shower and made sure my ass was ready for any
inspection it may encounter. I washed my hair and scrubbed my face before
rinsing clean and grabbing a towel.

"Dry off and come out here quickly, Cage," Mr. Almari called when he heard
the water turn off.

"Yes sir," I rubbed myself quickly and then brushed back my hair so it
wouldn't dry in a crazy mess.

I padded out to find him wearing a pair of jogging shorts and opening a box
on the edge of his bed. He looked pleased when he saw me coming out.

"You're going to like this. It will help solve your problem and focus more
on the house. I just finished downloading the app and it's pretty easy to
use," Mr. Almari said as he fidgeted with his phone.

"I can't wait!" I said with no idea what he had planned for me. He pulled a
piece of light blue rubber from the box and held it up for me to look at.

"I was going to go with pink, but the goal is to help you not humiliate
you," he said and held it up for me to look at. It was a rubbery circle
sized somewhere between a ring and a bracelet. It had a

"This part goes around the base of your balls and cock, and this hood is
where we put your little soft cock. I can control it with this app!
Technology is amazing! I had to send Vijay to a warehouse on the other side
of Cairo to pick it up last night. Very expensive, but worth it for your
training," Mr. Almari said.

"Oh..." I wasn't sure how to react. "What does the app do, sir?"

"Well the app locks and unlocks it, but it does so much more! I can
increase or decrease the pressure when you're being punished or earning
rewards. It even zaps your balls with a little shock when you need it. Plus
it has a built in tracker so if you escape..." Mr. Almari said the last part
with a bit of anger.

"Shock me?" I said and my hand went to cover my cock. I wasn't worried
about the tracking, but the shock... I hadn't been hurt down there since I
got kicked in a game once.

"Well, I'm sure it won't hurt that much, just remind you that your actions
have consequences," Mr. Almari pulled me over and sat me on his right
thigh. He gave my cock a light tug and it instantly started to grow at his
touch.

"You see? Right there, Cage. You're controlled by this little cock. Don't
worry though, I'll help you get it under control. Part of becoming a man is
knowing how to use this for your benefit. You spent half the day dripping
yesterday. I noticed the spots in your shorts. This will help you focus on
your goals," Mr. Almari assured.

"Let's try this zap feature, it'll help get that erection down so I can put
it on. I have a meeting this morning so we need to get on with this," Mr.
Almari said.

"Ok... If you think it will help me," I said as though I had a choice here.
Mr. Almari held the ring against my balls and then hit a button on his app.
I felt a buzzing jolt hit my nuts and they shrank away in pain.

"Ahhh! Ow!" I yelped and my body twisted in pain. I jumped off his lap,
landing on my ass on the floor.

"That was the warning level. Don't be a baby," Mr. Almari laughed. He
patted his lap again and I got up to sit on his thigh again with a look of
caution.

He hit a button on the app and the ring expanded, but not enough as he
pulled at my balls and pushed them through. There was a little bar that
separated the balls and it pinched a little, but I guess I would get used
to it. He pushed the head of my cock into the protector. It had a wide slit
in front so I wouldn't have to take it off to piss.

"Is it waterproof?" I asked.

"It says it is, if not you'll find out very quickly!" Mr. Almari laughed as
I cringed.

He adjusted it on me, my cock wanted to respond as he fondled my nuts and
rubbed my shaft with his finger, but he quickly adjusted the tightness
using his app. My cock didn't know what had happened. I felt it trying to
stir, and it didn't help that he was rubbing my bottom. He did it without
thinking what it would do to me, but he was in power so he didn't have to.
I was beginning to understand that.

"Go put a clean uniform on, I have a meeting to get to. Have Vijay look
over the chore you did," Mr. Almari said and smacked me on the bottom.

"Do I get a star for being good with the cock cage?" I asked with hope.

"You don't beg for stars, Cage. That's not the point of them. A hard day's
work is what I reward here. Do you need me to increase the number of stars
you are to earn for a prize?" Mr. Almari asked.

"No sir, Please," I said and hung my head.

"Then don't beg for my approval, earn it. I don't want to hear of it
again," Mr. Almari said harshly and pushed me off his lap. I felt my chest
sink at his disapproval.

"Yes sir," I said and left him to prepare for his day. I put on a fresh
tank top and debated walking around without shorts on since the cage
covered my cock. I was hoping Ahmed would see it. But I decided to follow
what I'd been told and slid up the white, stretchy shorts. They put the
cock cage on display as it drew out my package and displayed my obedience.

Vijay found me as I was coming down the stairs. He said the gym looked nice
and I definitely earned a star for it. My chest puffed proudly again and a
smile crossed my lips. He noticed the cock cage, who wouldn't. He said Mr.
Almari had given him the code for the app since he was in charge of me when
Mr. Almari was away.

"Listen Cage, I have to run out for a bit to do the shopping for the party
tonight. I need you to wake up Ahmed in ten minutes and then Tarik in
twenty. Other than that, you can do the bathrooms and then wait for me in
the kitchen to help put things away," Vijay instructed as he swiped the
star tattoo across my tongue and then rubbed it gently on my chest.

"Yes sir," I said and looked at the glittery prize near my collarbone.

"This is really going to attract attention," Vijay laughed as he tugged on
my cock cage knowing it was helpless to react. I winced and let a soft moan
escape my lips. It made my nuts so sensitive and they begged to be played
with.

I went to get the supplies for the bathroom while I waited for Ahmed's wake
up call. I was excited to see him since he'd instructed me to wake up his
cock first. Even with the cage on, I was still so hungry to be played with.
Mr. Almari was right to get it for me. Maybe the loss of constant erection
would help me focus.

I was making my way to Ahmed's room when Mr. Almari walked by in a crisp
blue suit. His shaved head and piercing green eyes made me weak when I saw
him. I told him I was going to wake up Ahmed and he rolled his eyes with a
smile.

"Don't keep him too long, he has work to do today," Mr. Almari admonished
as he kissed my forehead and sailed past me.

Ahmed was already awake when I came in, but he was still in bed. He had his
phone in front of him and was stroking his cock.

"The fuck? You knock first, fucking khawal," Ahmed yelled.

"Sorry, I was supposed to wake you up. I'll leave you alone," I said and
backed away.

"No, wait," Ahmed called and I stopped in his doorway. "What the fuck is
that in your shorts?"

I assumed he would have known since Mr. Almari shared my training amongst
all of the men in the house. I came towards him and slid my shorts down in
front to show him the cage.

"Oh fucking rad. Get over here!" He laughed. I came to his bed and knelt on
it so he could see. He held up his phone and snapped a picture.

"Hey, you can't do that," I protested and pulled my shorts up with a blush.

"I can do whatever I want, but relax. You've made the news enough. This is
just for my own amusement," he pulled the waistband of my shorts down and
set his phone down. He gripped my caged cock and pulled it towards him so
hard that I walked to him on my knees.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! We're going to step this up and break
the little white bitch like he deserves," Ahmed said happily.

"How do you work this thing?" he asked. "Shouldn't it have a lock on it?"

"It's controlled by an app on your father's phone," I admitted knowing he'd
use the info against me.

"Holy fuck! Let me check this out!" Ahmed looked up the info on it from the
name branded to the side of the shaft.

"I can zap you, squeeze your nuts, track you! This is the best! I'm
downloading the app!" Ahmed said gleefully.

"No, please don't," I begged. Ahmed was working his phone with one hand and
the other slid down the back of my shorts to rub my hole.

"Fuck, I need a pin. Dad'll give it to me. I'll let you know when I get it
by zapping your little zeb-zeb!" Ahmed was taking great pleasure in this.
His hard cock was flopped over against his stomach. It hadn't gone down
since he'd discovered my predicament.

"Oh! I have to wake up Tarik now!" I noted the time on his alarm clock.

"Go, go," Ahmed waved a hand at me as he was engrossed in reading about the
capabilities of my cage.

I started to get off his bed, but his hand was still rubbing my ass. He
pulled at the waistband as I tried to escape.

"Leave these here until after you wake him up," Ahmed said.

"But he's not into this," I noted.

"Yeah but that little ass is too pretty to cover up. Plus he'll get a kick
out of the cage. Come back when you're done," he commanded.

I went for the door and crept down the hallway out of sight as though this
was something I could really hide for long.

I found him sound asleep and hugging a pillow on his side. He was so
skinny; lanky but handsome. I wondered how he'd grown up with a brother
like Ahmed. He looked so sweet sleeping there and I tried to figure out a
way to wake him without him seeing me like this. He kept his curtains open
so the room was lit brightly with the morning sun.

"Tarik," I said and shook him from behind. He roused with a worried look of
confusion until his eyes adjusted to me. They widened when he spotted the
cock cage

"Why are you coming in here naked? And what is that on your dick, dude?" He
asked.

"It's um..." I started to explain, but he cut me off.

"Nevermind. I don't care. I'm not into this, Cage. It's weird and gross and
just... just go, kay? I'll use my alarm clock next time." Tarik looked at me
with disgust and my heart sank. I hadn't felt ashamed this whole time. The
work, the humiliation, the stars, they felt like something I'd deserved.
Everyone was in on it... but Tarik reminded me that this wasn't natural, not
something people really did.

"I'm sorry," I said softly in humiliation.

"Whatever, you're disgusting, this whole thing is... just go!" Tarik barked
and rolled over on his side to look away from me.

"I'm... I'm sorry." I said and tore out of his room. I skipped Ahmed's room
and went straight for Mr. Almari's room. I closed the door and went for the
bathroom as my stomach turned into a knot.

He was right. This was wrong. This was weird. I came here to wait out a
news scandal and I was walking around some family's house with no pants and
my cock in a cage. I went into Mr. Almari's closet and sank down behind a
row of hanging shirts. My heart was racing and my face was flush with
embarrassment.

I cursed at myself for being such an idiot. I punched the wall a few times.
I hit where a stud was and my hand shot with pain. I had to get out of
here, get this thing off my dick, figure out some other way to live.

One of my brothers would probably give me money for airfare home if I could
make it somewhere to call them.

Mr. Almari was out for work and Vijay was still at the market. I needed to
go now. I found a loose pair of Mr. Almari's sweatpants that would hide the
cage. I pulled them on and got a zip-up hoodie to go over them. I found my
slip-on shoes and slipped out of the house quietly.

I could never go back. I could never look Tarik in the eyes. I don't know
how I let myself get talked into this stuff. I remembered back in 8th grade
when Tony Atkins talked me into putting his cock in my mouth. I don't even
know why I agreed to it.

I crossed the main road and headed back towards that shopping center I'd
originally been aiming for. I had no money or wallet, but maybe someone
would call one of my brothers for me or the embassy or something. I just
couldn't go back there.
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Thanks for reading. :)