Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 06:09:39 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: "Cage! Cock! Cairo! - Ch. 04"

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Cage learns more of his past, chooses his future...

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

Chapter 4

-by Emri-

"Slave!" Ahmed barked as I walked away from him. I'd brought his coffee and
standard Egyptian breakfast which was some kind of beans on pita with
sliced hard boiled eggs. I stopped at his call and turned to look at him in
my tight white shorts and matching tank top.

"Yes sir?" I asked and respectfully bowed my head. I'd already earned one
star on my chest this morning and I was determined that today was going to
be the day I finally got enough for reward time. The last two days Ahmed or
Tarik always seemed to find some reason to take away a star from me when I
got too close to success. Mr. Almari didn't want to hear my pleas about it.
He told me I would always face unfair setbacks when achieving goals.

"You expect me to enjoy this coffee without cream? What kind of idiot are
you? You've been here long enough! Even the dogs learn faster!" Ahmed
scolded. I didn't look up at him. I wasn't going to let him take a star for
disrespect. He enjoyed reminding me that I could never make him happy or
earn his praise.

"Yes sir. My mistake. I'll fix it right away," I scurried off before he
could find more complaints. I walked past Mr. Almari who gave me an
approving nod as he looked up from reading the news on his tablet.

"More coffee for me, while you're up," Mr. Almari noted as though I ever
was allowed to sit down during meal service.

"Of course, sir," I scooped up his coffee cup and dashed into the kitchen.
I quickly rinsed out his cup and dried it before pouring him another one
fresh off the stove. I grabbed the bowl of cream from the refrigerator and
quickly dashed towards the door. Back in the dining area I slowed to a
respectful gait and set down Mr. Almari's coffee in front of him. He didn't
look up from his paper, but his hand caressed my bottom in approval.

"No, No!" Ahmed threatened as I set the bowl of cream in front of him. "The
coffee's gone cold by now. Fetch me a fresh cup and don't just warm this
one. You're turning into a piss poor slave!" Ahmed grabbed my arm and
yanked me towards him with a threatening look.

Something inside me snapped. I'd had enough of him. Ahmed had been riding
me hard every chance he got since Tarik had become my trainer. I pushed
back and was ready to respond with anger when Mr. Almari put his hand on my
bottom. His touch shocked me out of my anger and my body involuntarily
turned to see what its power source wanted.

"Enough!" he said without looking up from his news. Ahmed let go of my arm.
"Enjoy your coffee as it is. Cage has other chores to attend to. He's not
just for our amusement."

"Yes, father," Ahmed said with an icy tone. He turned back towards his
coffee and poured his cream.

Mr. Almari gave me a wink as I passed by him and again patted my bottom. He
would only let Ahmed go so far with this. I gave a grateful nod and
disappeared quickly. Vijay was in the kitchen and pointed me to the stack
of breakfast cookware that needed cleaning. I put on one of the kitchen
aprons the workers used and got to work.

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"Two stars already?" Mr. Almari asked as he adjusted his tie in the
bathroom mirror. I was pulling on a red polo shirt over my tank top and
shorts. I slid up a pair of worn jeans and knelt behind him on the hard
tile floor as he finished getting ready for work. The clothes were from
Ahmed's donation pile. I couldn't wear my revealing house uniform to Mr.
Almari's workplace. The clothes were worn out, but Vijay had me wash them
last night.

"Yes sir," I beamed proudly. "I hope to earn more at your office!"

He stopped and looked at me in the mirror with an approving nod.

"Well I have some important meetings this morning, but my assistant has a
few boxes of old files that need sorting. Just stay out of the way and
listen to his instructions. Keep your head down and mouth closed today if
you want those stars. You've adapted so quickly to this. I believe in you,"
Mr. Almari said as he gave a light spray of cologne to his neck.

"Yes sir! I will, sir!" I said excitedly and lowered my head. He snapped
his fingers as he turned towards the door and I scrambled to my feet to
follow him to his car. He paused to give Vijay instructions on his tasks
for the day and then led me out to his car.

It feels weird to sit down with your cock caged, but I was getting used to
the feel of my nuts being squeezed and pinched if I didn't sit carefully.
When I was walking around it was easier to forget about, but sliding into
his car gave my balls a harsh pinch and I had to adjust it.

"Don't fiddle with your little cock," Mr. Almari admonished as I grabbed my
crotch and straightened it out. He took a business call on the drive over
to the office while I squinted at the morning sun and felt an awkward
reflection on my days of roaming freely in the world. It seemed like
another life, and not one that I particularly missed.

Mr. Almari's assistant was a nice enough guy. He was a handsome, but short,
Egyptian man in his mid-20's with black glasses, a pressed suit, and spiky
black hair. He didn't seem to enjoy me helping him out with Mr. Almari's
affairs. He looked as though he worried I'd completely fuck up his system,
maybe I would. He also seemed to not like sharing the attention of his
beloved boss. I didn't either, but it wasn't my place to be rude to him. We
both seemed to understand that we needed to make it work, make him happy.

"I'm supposed to help you organize," I told him as Mr. Almari sailed past
his desk and tossed his briefcase towards him. The assistant caught it and
then gave me a scowl. I was probably supposed to have carried his briefcase
from the car, but sometimes Mr. Almari forgot he had a servant boy tagging
along behind him.

"I guess you can work on these files down here. They're deals we closed
long ago so you can't damage them too much," He said flatly and pointed to
a box under his desk.

"Sure, what should I do with them?" I asked. He sighed as though I should
know.

"Well... We're prepping them for archival and need to shred any duplicates.
If you find a pink piece of paper, remove it and put it in a pile for
shredding. There are seven more boxes of these when you finish this one,"
he said and then sat back on his desk chair and started to click around on
his computer while I knelt on the floor to his right.

I was squatted down next to the box and started to sift through the files.
There were papers written in English, Arabic, French, and some Asian
languages. I wasn't sure what I was going through, but I pulled out the
pink pages and then neatly stacked the originals and put them back in each
file. It was tedious work, but I wanted my stars. I got up every few
minutes to move around and stretch my legs as I transferred the pink pile
to the top of a filing cabinet for later shredding. The assistant ignored
me as he took phone calls and laughed with other office workers who passed
by.

"How is he doing?" I heard Mr. Almari ask about an hour later as he stood
over me. The assistant coughed, sat up and then looked down at me as though
he'd forgotten I was there.

"Oh, sir! He's um yeah, he's good. Hard worker. I've only had to correct
him twice," the assistant lied. I looked up at Mr. Almari to see an
approving nod.

"Good good, let me know when Mr. Terani shows up, and make sure you ordered
a nice spread for him. You know how particular Persians can be," Mr. Almari
noted as he stole a jelly bean from the jar on his assistant's desk.

"Yes sir, of course! It's being delivered from that restaurant you took him
to on his last visit. He raved about it," the assistant said.

"Good good, and don't let Cage near the shredder. He's clumsy and I'm sure
he'd find a way to fall in. I don't need that today," Mr. Almari laughed
and the assistant echoed it.

I was only slightly annoyed. Mr. Almari made frequent jokes about my
incompetence, but he usually followed it up by a gentle squeeze to my
shoulder or petting me like a dog if I was doing something on the floor.
Oddly enough, his reassuring touch made my chest swell with pride. I
ignored it and went back to happily de-pinking the files.

When I'd made a large enough stack, the assistant called over another
assistant to take them to the shredder. I'd worked through three boxes and
he told me I'd earned a restroom break and a snack from the office break
room.

I was eating a granola bar in the break room when I saw Mr. Terani come in.
I could tell it was him because the assistants swarmed him and took his
briefcase, handed him a water, and fawned over him like a celebrity.

He was a tall and strong man wearing a tight polo shirt and pressed khakis.
The shirt showed an impressive muscled structure while the pants
accentuated a bubbled ass. He was older, like Mr. Almari with a shaved head
and handsome face. He had that air of power that made people scurry around
to find what he wanted and give it to him.

Our eyes met as he passed the break room and he paused for a minute. He
backed up a few steps to look at me. He cocked his head to the side and
studied me. Our eyes locked for a minute, but I turned my head back to my
granola bar as Mr. Almari came out and ushered him into his office for
their meeting.

Mr. Almari's assistant rushed around preparing a platter of food from
cartons the delivery man had brought in. I probably should have gone to
help him, but I was on my break and thumbing through a sports magazine
someone had left on a table. The Yankees had a new pitcher and there was an
upset in the basketball tournament.

I finished my granola bar, stretched, and headed back to the files.The
assistant came back out of the office after a few minutes and stood over
me. I didn't look up.

"You need to go in there, the client is asking for you," he said with a
bitter tone.

"Oh, I'm still working on the files though," I said. I wasn't especially
wanting to go and meet the prestigious Persian power-client while wearing
Ahmed's old clothes.

"Now, dumbass!" the assistant barked and poked me with his black leather
shoe.

I stood up and took a deep breath. I smoothed out my wrinkled shirt, and
went into the office. The two of them were sitting in leather captains
chairs by the window with a table between them piled with food.

"Yes, I thought it was him! Holy fuck, it's like a time travelled version
of his father. This one's his youngest?," Mr. Terani laughed.

"Yes, his name is Cage. He is the spitting image of Aaron, but with a very
different heart," Mr. Almari said as he waved me over. I went towards him
and started to kneel beside his chair, but he pushed me back up with a
nervous laugh.

"I bet he has his father's tendencies, doesn't he? I can see it in his
eyes. The little slut was ready to drop to the floor at your feet. Let me
take him for the night. I'll find out just how similar they are." Mr.
Terani leered at me.

He eyed me hungrily and I felt my pulse racing in my ear. I turned to Mr.
Almari with an angry look of confusion. I wanted to say something as my
hands balled into fists. He raised his hand and put it to the center of my
chest while turning his eyes back to Mr. Terani. My body responded so
intensely to his touch. Like some sort of magic spell, I couldn't resist
it.

"I'd love to have him off my hands for a night. He's quite the little pain
in the ass. But he's not mine to give. He's loyally pledged to my son,
Tarik. Cage has only recently discovered his submissive breeding and he
follows Tarik around like a hungry little puppy. He whines for his master.
I had to bring him into the office today to work on clearing some old files
so Tarik can finally study for his finals in peace," Mr. Almari laughed.

"So he's loyal, that's certainly different from his father. Those boys of
yours are naturals. They definitely take after you. At least let me look
him over. Come, boy," Mr. Terani said and Mr. Almari looked up at me and
nodded my attention over to the man.

I turned and looked at him with wide eyes and pressed my lips into a
straight line. He had a gentle smile and beckoned me with a finger, but I
held back.

"He's frightened? Don't worry, I won't hurt you, Cage. I promise," Mr.
Terani said. I looked back at Mr. Almari. He nodded approval and I went
towards the Persian stranger.

He leaned forward as I approached him. He put his hands on the outsides of
my thighs and gripped them. He rubbed his hands up with a comment on my
thick muscles. He cupped my ass and kneaded my cheeks with his hands as he
stared up at me.

"He's strong, and those eyes... a fiercer blue than Aaron's yet... more
innocent," Mr. Terani commented and slid his hands up my sides under my
shirt and tank top. He slid them up as he stood from the chair. I raised my
arms so he could take them off.

"Smooth chest? What are these two stars for?" he asked with surprise as he
cupped my pecs and kneaded them roughly.

"He didn't have much body hair to start with, but he lost what he had for
disobedience. Those are two stars he earned this morning. He needs five
total for a reward. If he gets less, he is disciplined," Mr. Almari noted.

"Fascinating. You were always creative when it came to discipline, Nasir.
What all have you done to him?" Mr. Terani asked with interest as his lips
traced over my right shoulder and up the side of my neck. I shivered at his
powerful touch and closed my eyes. I let out a small gasp as his fingers
grabbed my nipples and twisted them like knobs on a radio.

"Not as much as I'm sure you would like to try on him. I'm trying to reform
him into a proper man, not haze him for a fraternity," Mr. Almari joked.

I don't think Mr. Terani was even listening as he started to explore me
with his lips. His hands groped me like a ranch animal at market. It
reminded me of when my father went with the foreman to buy horses for our
ranch. His touch electrified my skin as only a confident alpha could do. I
whimpered under his inspection.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful. Firm, pink little tits. He works out pretty
heavily. His skin is so white, you keep him out of the sun?" he asked.

"Of course! He's not made for Egypt," Mr. Almari laughed.

"Uhhh," I whined in pleasure as Mr. Terani's teeth traced up my jaw. His
hands worked my nipples into a sensitive frenzy.

"Spitting image of Aaron. Even has that cute little nose and creamy,
flawless skin. As many times as we seeded his father's pussy, you'd think
he would have come out looking at least a little Arab or Persian!" Mr.
Terani laughed and bit down on my left nipple.

I shivered and whined at the treat. He had the alpha touch that sent my
body into a shivering, weakened state. But unlike Mr. Almari, his
exploration seemed more dangerous, less controlled, more about his own
pleasure than my instruction.

"If only it worked that way, half of Europe would look like us," Mr. Almari
laughed and did nothing to stop the man exploring his boy.

"Fuck yeah... I'd pay to have this one for a few nights," Mr. Terani's hands
rubbed down my abs and he found the button on my jeans. He pushed them down
along with my tight white uniform shorts and my fluffed but caged cock
sprang out. It wanted so badly to stick out for him, but the cage wouldn't
allow it.

"So Cage is caged! Very nice! How long will you keep him like this? Aaron
used to love chastity but never lasted more than a few hours without
begging to have it removed," Mr. Terani batted my cock back and forth
lightly with his hand. I moaned against his shoulder and saw an excited
smile spread across his face. He leaned in and kissed my cheek with an odd,
respectful innocence as though my lips were a line he couldn't cross.

"That's up to him. He hasn't earned his way out of it yet. When he does
finally cum we'll need paramedics on standby," Mr. Almari laughed and Mr.
Terani sank to his knees and looked up at me as though he were going to
suck my cock. He looked so strange kneeling in front of me in his expensive
suit while I stood naked, my tattered jeans pushed to my ankles.

But he didn't suck me or even show interest in my cock. He turned me around
and pushed in the center of my back so that I leaned forward and put my
hands on the back of his empty chair.

"Show me that pussy, spread those legs, boy," Mr. Terani said. I did as he
instructed, but I looked at Mr. Almari and saw him shift uncomfortably in
his seat. I leaned forward farther and arched my back to force my cheeks
apart and present my asshole for him.

"It's untouched. When he earns it, Tarik will show him the pleasures he
will spend the rest of his life begging for," Mr. Almari said with a hint
of warning that Mr. Terani was going too far.

"It's been awhile since we've opened a virgin, Nasir! Tarik will always
hold a special place for the first boy he trains," Mr. Terani said as
though this was some kind of proud tradition of taking down white boys. I
felt his index finger rub against my hole. He gave it a few pokes and I
felt little waves of happy as I squirmed against his finger.

"That he will," Mr. Almari agreed.

"Beautiful pussy, tight as a drum, factory new. Tarik has a lot of work to
do back here... Fuck yeah that's beautiful," Mr. Terani hissed as he poked
against my hole. "Beautiful little pink bud."

"Well we should get back to our work. We have a lot of details to iron
out," Mr. Almari said.

"Yeah, ok just let me see those nipples again. Stand up straight, boy," Mr.
Terani rose to his feet. I raised up too and turned to see an obscene bulge
in his pants. It was a thick, impressive meat he was holding in down there.

"You never could resist good nipples," Mr. Almari laughed.

"Hopefully Cage can do good enough work to earn his reward time tonight. I
know Tarik is eager to get him opened up and I don't want him doing it as a
punishment," Mr. Almari's voice sounded closer. I realized he had come to
stand behind me. His arms slid around my waist protectively and pulled me
back against his chest. I felt his bulge poking against my naked ass. I
could tell he wasn't comfortable sharing me and wasn't pleased at my
excited reactions to his old friend's groping.

"Make sure you get it on camera. You at least owe me that," Mr. Terani
said.

"Well that depends on our negotiations to wrap up this deal. Are you
feeling more reasonable?" Mr. Almari asked.

"Oh uh," Mr. Terani gave a few last kisses to my neck and then bit softly
on each nipple. I saw him stroking the bulge in his pants as he backed
away. "Yeah, whatever you proposed is good for me...Fucking beautiful. Makes
me miss the brothels of Sweden." He was lost in a daze of flashbacks as he
compared me to my father.

"Excellent. I'll have my assistant gather the papers," Mr. Almari pushed me
back towards his chair and nodded for me to pull up my pants as he went for
the door.

"Damn... you really do look just like him," Mr. Terani commented as Mr.
Almari left the room. I was shoving my cock into the shorts and pulling up
my jeans.

"I'm not my father... sir," I said quietly.

"No, you're not... Cage," he said my name to reinforce my individuality.

"You know... your father would have begged to be the center of attention
here. You seem reluctant, respectful, sweet. Your father was right to send
you to Nasir's family for training. Any of the others would have ruined you
like we did your father," he added.

"You've known my father for a long time? I never met you... There are
others?" I asked.

"Others?" Mr. Terani laughed. "Your father well... He makes a sport out of
finding new men to dominate him. And no, you wouldn't have met me. He kept
his lives separate. Nasir was the only one allowed in both worlds. We stay
out of California. After seeing you, I can see why he asked that of us." He
kept stroking his bulge as he watched me wiggle into my shirt.

"He wanted to protect me, sir?" I asked with hope.

"Protect someone other than himself? No no, my boy. You give him too much
credit... I'm sorry for that. You deserved a real man for a father. It's more
like he didn't want the competition... I know he's your father, Cage, but
he can be a self-serving little bitch, using his money to control his
`masters'," Mr. Terani noted this with a half hearted laugh.

"I didn't know that, sir," I said as Mr. Terani reached for me and adjusted
the buttons on my shirt.

"You deserved a real man for a father," he said and kissed my cheek softly.

"He has that now with me," Mr. Almari said and I realized he had come back
in. He put a hand on my shoulder and kissed my forehead.

"Nasir's right. Your father did care enough to send you to the best," Mr.
Terani said.

"Thank you, sir," I said to both of them.

"Now go finish your files. You still have three stars to earn and it's
lunch time soon. Come back when you finish and help yourself to the
leftovers," Mr. Almari said as he rubbed my hair and pointed towards the
tray piled with Persian food.

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir," I said. I headed towards the doorway and
stopped.

"And it was nice to meet you," I said turning to Mr. Terani. "I hope I get
to learn more from you."

I earned a smile from both men and I turned back to leave.

"Eager little one, much more trainable," Mr. Terani said as Mr. Almari led
him back to their business meeting.

"We shall see," Mr. Almari said as I closed the door to his office.

"Had fun then?" his assistant asked me with obnoxiously raised eyebrows.

"Just doing my job," I said and squatted down over the box I'd been working
on. I finished up the last of the boxes as Mr. Terani was leaving. He
paused to give me one last look and then stole a peppermint from the
assistant's desk.

I went in and helped myself to some of the leftovers in Mr. Almari's
office. He was on a call and just nodded me over to help myself when I came
in. I ate in a chair by the window and looked out at a park where a soccer
game was going on. I finished up and threw my plate away before carrying
the tray out to his assistant who sent me to the break room to leave it for
the office workers to pick over. I went back to the boxes and combined the
sorted, more compact files into three boxes from their original seven.

I took the empty boxes down to the recycling area and then waited in Mr.
Almari's office while he finished up a call.

"Close the door... All finished?" he asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yes sir, down to three boxes and ready to be archived." I beamed proudly,
closed the door, and walked towards him ready for my star.

"Good, that will save us about three dollars in storage fees," he said to
underscore just how little importance my morning work held. It wasn't the
task, but the learning.

"Thank you sir!" I beamed and felt my heart leap at my accomplishment.

"Shirt off," he said and reached to undo the button on my jeans. He slid
them down an inch and then reached for a star tattoo in the back pocket of
my white stretchy shorts.

"Two to go, and all afternoon to earn them," Mr. Almari held the star
tattoo to my lips and waited for me to lick it. I did and he put it to my
chest and rubbed it on. He leaned in and put his lips to mine as he
massaged the gold, glittery star into my chest. He kissed me with approval.

"I am proud of how you handled yourself with Mr. Terani. He showed
restraint when he realized you belonged to Tarik. I hope he didn't make you
uncomfortable. As I said before, you are not here to be a sex toy," Mr.
Almari said softly as he bored his eyes into mine. He was searching for my
feelings.

"I kind of liked it... I don't understand it. I just feel so... powerless
around men like you, sir. I..." I searched for words, but he put a finger to
my lips and nodded his understanding.

"It's ok, Cage. I understand. It's in your blood. Your father searched
aimlessly in Paris for it without knowing what he was looking for. He
wasted his time with weaker men and drugs before I found him. You need a
strong leader to give your life direction, purpose. Without it you would be
undisciplined and end up bringing more shame to your family. Your father
understood that about you. It's why he sent you to me, the one who saved
him. You're safe here," Mr. Almari whispered with his lips close to my ear.
He kissed along my earlobe and my body went weak.

"I always felt so lost until I came here," I admitted. His hands rubbed up
my arms and gripped my biceps. I felt his heart beating as our chests
touched.

"I know... You weren't old enough yet. Your father should have sent you when
you finished high school. He thought you would be ok at college, and he
cared more for his own selfish needs. He knew what you needed when you were
15 and struggling for approval. He told me, and I should have demanded you
be sent sooner," Mr. Almari said and kissed a trail of goosebumps down my
neck.

"I'll make you proud. I promise," I whined under his touch.

"I know you will, Cage. Tarik shows such love for you. Just as you felt
when you found your alpha, he feels in exploring his dependent. His
breeding has the need to train, protect, and care for the weaker males.
It's nature's magnet. He will grow into the leader you need as you learn to
follow in humility," Mr. Almari whispered to me.

My cock cage had turned useless and I had a horrible pinch in my crotch as
my cock struggled through its confines to a semi-raging erection. It hurt,
like someone crushing my cock and balls in a vice, but I couldn't turn from
the eroticisim of the alpha towering over me, giving his full attention to
my undeserving body.

"It hurts," I whined and stumbled against his chest.

"Your cock? I'm sure it does. But you are so filled with passion, your seed
would spill immediately if I released it. I'll have my assistant bring
ice," Mr. Almari pitied. He reached for his phone and said something in
Arabic. He pushed down my shorts and freed my hard, caged cock. His
assistant appeared within seconds, rushing in with a small glass of cubed
ice.

"Is he ok, sir? I worry about him," the assistant said in mock concern that
sounded genuine to Mr. Almari. He didn't give a shit about me. I was in his
way, absorbing the love he deserved from his boss.

"He will be fine, just learning pains. He will learn to control this as his
body adjusts to working differently when in the cage," Mr. Almari said. He
 took two cubes and rubbed them up the shaft of my cock, over my hot,
aching balls. It stung and I felt my eyes tear up.

"Ow," I said softly and whimpered against his chest as he rubbed my cock
with the frozen cubes. I felt them melt and cold water run down my burning
shaft. I felt my cheeks rage with the fire of humiliation and pain as he
iced me down in front of his assistant. But I also felt a strange comfort
of being in his arms, under his care. He understood what was happening, and
I knew I would be ok.

"There we go," he said as my cock started to deflate. He took a hand towel
from his assistant and rubbed it over my dripping cock and shorts. "All
better," he assured.

"Thank you," I choked. He tucked me back into my shorts and then pulled up
my jeans.

"Now, you have some work to do to earn those last stars before we head
home. We have a special night planned for you and hopefully you can
participate if you earn your stars," Mr. Almari said.

"Yes sir! What do you I do next?" I asked eagerly as I slipped into my
shirts.

He sent me down to help out with the afternoon mail distribution. I had to
help sort things and then find which desks they went to. It was difficult
with some packages written in Arabic, but the assistant who handled the
mail was patient with me. He was a very old man who seemed happy to have
someone to run around and deliver things. It took me about an hour to
deliver everything. I would have been quicker, but I made some mistakes and
workers had to point me to the desks where the packages actually went.

I got back to Mr. Almari's office to get my fourth star, but his door was
closed. His assistant said he was finishing up a meeting so I waited for a
few minutes. But then I thought it might not look good to just stand around
and maybe he would be happier to find me moving on to other work without
waiting around to be told. I begged his assistant to give me another task.
He kept saying he didn't need me.

"Please Please Please!" I said about a hundred times. I even tried the
blonde hunk routine on him, but he knew I didn't have the alpha power he
sought.

"Fine, just shut up," he finally said and handed me some things to take to
the mail room. I rushed off and caught the afternoon post just as it was
leaving.

By the time I got back up to Mr. Almari's office, his door was open and he
was sitting at his desk looking through his phone.

"You finally finished?" he asked.

"Yes sir, and I took your mail out just in time to catch the post. It will
go out tonight!" I said excitedly and rushed over to him.

"Kneel," he said and pointed to the floor on the other side of him. I knelt
at his side and he swiveled his chair to face me. His desk and computer
shielded me from the view of the office, but I caught a few curious eyes as
I sank below the desktop.

"I'm proud of you today, Cage. One more to go," he said and reached down to
slide up my shirt. I raised my arms as he slipped it up and then set it on
his desk. He reached into his desk and took out a small plastic pouch. He
slid a star tattoo out of it and I stuck out my tongue, knowing the drill.
I licked it as he held it to my lips and then he put it to my chest and
rubbed it firmly.

"Well," he started with an approving nod. "That's probably all for today
here. I have just a few things to finish up before we head home."

"No, but I... please! Let me do something," I begged.

"Don't whine or I'll have to take away a star. You've done well today.
There will be work at home. Wait there on your knees while I finish up," he
said as he stood up from his chair. He adjusted the bulge in his black suit
pants and my heart sank.

"I can clean, sir. What about your desk? I can organize something," I
started to sound desperate. I could hear it in my voice.

"Do you need to lose a star? I hate to give reminders to boys who don't
listen," he asked softly though there was an annoyed bite in his tone.

"No, no sir. Please! I'm... Sorry sir," I said and hung my head. I mashed my
lips together to show him I was done speaking.

He nodded and went out to talk with his assistant. I stayed there on my
knees while he made a phone call and gathered some files. He gave
instructions to his assistant in arabic as I watched the minutes tick by on
the clock on his computer screen. I hated wasting time. I wanted to be
busy, earning, pleasing. It didn't feel good to wait, but then it hit me
that this was another reminder that not everyone revolved around me.

This is what he was teaching me. I had spent my life in schools, groups,
sports teams where I was the rich kid, the one whose father wrote a check
for anything they needed. Every test I took or paper I wrote earned a pat
on the head, adoring comments. Every mediocre game I played or even lost
for my team was met with people cheering me on, telling me it wasn't my
fault. There wasn't anything I'd been denied, except for a father who cared
enough to prepare me for the world. Mr. Almari was determined to provide
that for me, to get me on a good path. I needed to wait, to kneel, to obey.

The time to think helped me straighten my posture, wait with purpose, show
him I understood the lesson. I went into soldier mode. If he wanted me on
my knees, I'd be the best kneeler there ever was. I straightened my back,
folded my arms behind my back and puffed out my chest. I stared straight
ahead and watched him move around his office out of the corner of my eye.

"What are you doing?" he laughed when he finally took note of me.

"I'm waiting sir. I know you have important business. I will not waste your
time, sir," I said as if responding to my drill sargent.

He just shook his head and put a hand on my hair. "Ah, boy. You will make
Tarik a happy master," he laughed.

"Thank you sir!" I barked quietly so as not to distract his office workers.

"Put your shirt on, it's time to go home," Mr. Almari said. I scrambled to
my feet and slid on my polo over my tank top and star studded chest.

I followed behind him and took his briefcase from his assistant. He didn't
want to let go of it, but Mr. Almari cleared his throat and nodded towards
me. He let go of it and I clutched it like a trophy and followed Mr. Almari
to the elevator.

+++

"Strip down to your house uniform," Mr. Almari said as we walked into the
small hallway that connected the garage and laundry room to the rest of the
house. I put the jeans, socks, and polo shirt in the hamper of the laundry
room and smoothed out my white tank top and white, stretchy shorts. I
needed a shower from running around all day, but I had only been told to
strip down. I fished out the small stack of star tattoos from the jeans and
put them in the back pocket of my shorts.

"Put my briefcase in the office, wash up in the guest bathroom, and then
see what Vijay needs for dinner preparation," Mr. Almari said as he walked
off.

I lugged his briefcase to the home office and set it nicely on his desk
before heading to the little bathroom just outside business room. Vijay
kept a small stash of fresh house uniforms for me when I got one too dirty
while working downstairs. It's impossible to clean and work while wearing
white. I had an ample supply of fresh uniforms. Vijay left nothing to
chance in this house.

I found Vijay in the kitchen getting a tub of protein powder out of a high
cabinet. He looked at me with a scowl when I padded in.

"What can I do to help? I need to earn one more star!" I told him excitedly
and showed him the four on my chest.

"Yes, your stars are my number one priority," he said with heavy sarcasm.
He looked stressed and rushed.

"I'm sorry. I meant I want to help. Can I do something?" I asked. Vijay
sighed and shook his head as if to tell me he didn't mean to jump at me.

"I've just been very busy preparing for our guests and I had to top
everything to look up the recipe for your formula," he said and set the tub
of powder on the counter next to his phone. He had a list of ingredients
open in a writing app.

"I thought I would get to eat with everyone else if I earned my stars," I
said, returning the conversation to my own self interests.

"You can't have a heavy meal with what they have planned for you. Trust me,
this will be better. Grab that bottle," he said and pointed to the side
counter near the sink. I saw the pink bottle from the gag they put on me
the night I was punished. I felt my heart sink, but went to take it from
the counter. I brought it to him and he started to measure out powders and
liquids into it.

"Oh..." I realized that maybe the meal wasn't the reward Mr. Almari had
planned for me. "What can I do to help, sir?"

"Chop up those cucumbers over there and arrange them with the other
vegetables on that tray... then we'll get you into the shower. I want you
ready and out of sight when the guests arrive," Vijay said.

"Yes sir," I said. I went and sliced the cucumbers the way I'd seen the
chef lay them out. I arranged them in little arcs of equal sizes between
the sliced peppers and some yellow vegetable I couldn't identify. This was
a tray meant for a party. I knew Mr. Terani would come, but I wasn't sure
who else would show up.

I finished the vegetables and then cleaned up the peelings and other mess
that was on the counter. Vijay gave a happy smile when he saw me working.
He was shaking the bottle that would be my dinner while he watched me. He
popped it into the refrigerator and then nodded his head for me to follow
him.

+++

"No! My stars!" I protested when Vijay started to hose me off in Mr.
Almari's shower upstairs. Mr. Almari was sprawled out napping on his bed in
a small pair of running shorts.

"Hush! Do not wake him! I'll replace them with the nicer ones when you're
dry! I want you squeaky clean before I put you away!" Vijay scolded in a
harsh whisper and sprayed me with hot water. He'd already made me use the
toilet and then rubbed me down with the hair removal lotion, not that I had
had much of a chance to grow anything back. He'd removed my cock cage and
it flopped around happily as he touched me.

"Sorry," I whispered back as he came at my ass with the spray nozzle. He
rubbed me down with body wash that had this minty smell to it. It made my
skin tingle and it relaxed my muscles. He shoved the nozzle inside my hole
and sprayed me full of the water like he'd done before. I was whining and
begging for him to stop, but kept my voice low.

"C'mon, Cage. I don't have time to sweet talk this. Do you want to please
your masters or not?" Vijay whispered to me as he held me and rubbed my
stomach.

"Y...yeah... I do," I whimpered under his touch.

"Then stop being a little bitch or I'll get Tarik in here to whip you,"
Vijay growled. He cleaned me out, washed my hair, made sure every inch of
my skin was edibly clean and baby soft. My cock was free and raging to
erection, but he kept me just enough on the edge to not chance me cumming
without my trainer's permission. He took extra caution when drying me off
and used the towel to squeeze my cock at a painful angle while drying
around there. I winced and squealed in pain.

"Sorry, had to do that," he said. He parked me in front of the mirror and
pulled back my blonde hair. It was a few inches long on top and shaved down
close to the scalp on the sides. It gave Tarik something to hold on to when
he played with me. Vijay pulled it back in a fluffy wave and added some
hair putty to it to keep it soft but workable. He used the blow dryer and a
weird round brush to make it puffy but neatly smoothed. I looked like a
model at a photo shoot.

"Why are you doing my hair?" I asked. He'd never paid much attention to it
before.

"Making you into the pretty all-American boy. Mr. Almari likes his things
to look nice when we have guests," he noted. He rubbed this gel along my
shoulders that had a little gold glitter in it. He sprayed my arm pits with
this clear stuff that felt cool on my skin and then put a little cologne on
the back of my neck. Lastly he rubbed five gold star tattoos onto my chest
in a perfect line. They were nicer than the regular stars. I guess I'd
earned the last one for my work in the kitchen.

"Lastly do you want the cock cage back on or handcuffs to keep you from
playing with yourself?" Vijay offered me a choice.

"Handcuffs please! It's so hard I don't think we'd get it back into a cage
right now," I said and laughed at myself for voluntarily offering to be
restrained. Vijay pulled a small set of leather cuffs from a drawer. He
snapped them around each wrist with my hands behind my back. They were soft
and gentle, but didn't allow me to move much.

"And these," Vijay said and held up a small pair of briefs. They were white
and completely see-through except for the front, opaque pouch that pulled
my cock and balls away from me and displayed my package. I stepped into
them and he pulled them up. He folded my cock and shoved it into the pouch.

"There, all ready. I'll put you away in the closet while we await the
guests for dinner. I'll come check on you in an hour to see you've finished
your bottle and take you to pee." Vijay patted my back for me to stand up.
I turned to see Mr. Almari watching from the doorway.

"Oh, sir! Did we wake you?" I asked. He just shook his head and looked at
me with an appraising smile.

"Fuck, he looks..." Mr. Almari started and I saw Tarik appear at his side
wearing workout shorts and a tight white tank top that contrasted nicely
with his skin.

"Beautiful," Tarik finished his sentence. He came towards me and twisted my
nipple softly with a look of pure lust. A wide, goofy grin spread across
his thick, brown lips. "I want him right now."

"After the dinner. He will keep... and so will you," his father said. He put
a hand on Tarik's arm, but Tarik leaned in and put his lips to mine. I felt
his hand grip the back of my neck as he pulled me against him. His other
hand went to the center of my back and he pushed me to him. He was skinnier
than me, but his alpha breeding connected with my body and made me lean
into his arms. I felt his control over me, his superiority. I felt a need
that I couldn't explain. Somewhere deep in my chest needed urgently to
please him.

"Now! Tarik, we must get ready," Mr. Almari said and his son let me go. I
stood there with my hands cuffed behind me and my cock pointing up in the
briefs with a fresh spot of precum forming. I felt my pulse racing and my
breathing ragged as I watched him back away from me. He didn't take his
eyes from me until Mr. Almari pulled him back into the bedroom out of
sight.

"I just put those briefs on you and you're already messing them up! Try to
control yourself just an ounce, Cage!" Vijay was not pleased, but kept his
voice low.

Mr. Almari came back in a few seconds later and stripped out of his shorts.
He ignored us and went into the shower. I watched his hard body lather up
under the shower head until Vijay pushed me towards the closet. He had me
kneel against the carpet as he went to get my dinner.

+++

I was there for maybe an hour in the closet with the bottle gag strapped to
my face. He'd added some banana to it and it tasted better than the last
one. I sucked it down in the cool, quiet closet and thought about what must
be going on downstairs. They were probably feasting on plates of succulent
meat and delicious sides. My stomach felt full and happy for my protein
meal, but it brought back memories of the days when I thoughtlessly scarfed
down artfully prepared meals in some of California's best restaurants. I'd
rarely given a second thought to the privilege I held.

The door opened and light streamed into the black closet making me blink
and squint at the dark figures blocking the door. A small figure was pushed
in and brought to my side. He was forced down to his knees and I could see
his arms were cuffed behind him. He was naked as well and we looked at each
other in the dim light for a second before I was yanked up to my feet by
Vijay.

He took me out to the bathroom and over to the little room with the toilet
in it. He undid the cuffs and I was allowed to stretch my arms for a second
while I tried to piss. Vijay untied the bottle gag and removed it from my
mouth while I pissed.

"You finished it, good boy..." He noted without any excitement. He looked
tired. It wasn't his place to enjoy these big events that must have
happened regularly in the Almari house. But he treasured his position, his
indisputable necessity in the home.

"Thanks, it wasn't bad!" I said happily and rubbed my jaw.

"Yeah, you're getting used to it," he laughed. He waited for me to finish
and then told me to watch my hands and kneel on the bathroom tile. He
disappeared back into the closet and pushed out the figure he'd stashed in
there a few minutes before.

I thought the guy must be gagged, but he was just silent. He was cute
enough, and light like me with blonde hair but with green eyes. He had a
light, even tan from head to toe like he laid out fully naked somewhere.

"Pedro, Cage. Cage, Pedro. You'll be working together tonight. Pedro knows
what they want. Mr. Almari will be up soon to get you both," Vijay said in
a rush and left us there.

"You look hot, dude. How long have you worked the Cairo circuit? I never
met you before?" he asked me with a deep voice that sounded older than his
face and held a thick spanish lisp that told me his English wasn't native.

I explained my situation to the wide-eyed Spanish immigrant. He told me his
too. Pedro was 24 and finishing medical school here. Mr. Terani and Almari
shared his living expenses and all costs in exchange for exclusive use of
his body when they wanted it. They usually requested him once a month. He
had his own condo, no student loans, and a decent car with only a year left
of studying. He had total freedom other than saving his sex life for the
whims of his masters.

"Don't worry! They go sweet and gentle with new pussy and Tarik will fuck
to please you. He's a sweet boy, growing into a respectable man," Pedro
asserted. I felt a twist of jealousy knowing Tarik had seeded him already.

"What are they going to do with us?" I asked him.

"I never know. Some nights it's quick and they just pass me back and forth.
Sometimes they want a fantasy. Terani likes me in costumes sometimes! I
usually stretch myself to get ready for them, but Mr. Almari told me to lay
off it for a week. So I'm probably here to serve as a guide, a practice
hole," Pedro laughed and shrugged without any concern.

"Boys," Mr. Almari's voice called from the bedroom. "On your knees." We
were already there, but Pedro straightened up and wiped the smile off his
face. I followed his form and puffed out my chest. He came in wearing a
small pair of shorts and tight tank top that hugged his muscles. He seemed
pleased by how he found us. He held two collars with leashes. He moved
toward Pedro who leaned his head forward for Mr. Almari.

Tarik appeared behind his father wearing equally tight shorts and a tank
top. They planned on doing activity. His father handed him the other
collar. I took the cue from Pedro and leaned towards Tarik. He snapped the
collar around my neck and held the leash. He pulled it tightly and I leaned
forward with a deep gasp. He looked at me with sympathy for a second, but
then straightened up and turned away. He was going to prove his worth as a
trainer.

"Are you ready?" Mr. Almari asked as he pulled Pedro to crawl forward.

"Yes," Tarik and I said in unison. I realized the question wasn't meant for
me.

"Should we gag him?" Tarik asked his father.

"No, no. We have many uses for that mouth," he laughed. He pulled a
crawling Pedro away and Tarik followed with a yank to my neck.

I crawled behind him to find Mr. Terani and Ahmed sitting on the couch near
the window with a good view of the bed. Like Tarik and his father, the two
men were also dressed as though we were going to play volleyball later.

Tarik pulled me towards the bed and then laid down on one side while his
father took the other. There was a giant sheet over the bedding that looked
like an enormous towel. I'd never seen anything like it, but Vijay was
resourceful. Tarik yanked me up and I jumped onto the bed. I looked at
Pedro who was on all fours, straddling Mr. Almari's lap with his face
hovering over the Egyptian's thickening bulge. I copied him and Tarik
yanked me forward so he could pet my cheek like a good puppy.

"You earned your stars today," he said and pushed me back up so everyone
could see my chest.

"Yes sir. I wanted to please you," I said as he pushed his thumb into my
mouth. His palm caressed my cheek while I sucked on his thumb eagerly.

"He's a good boy. You should share him so we can all reward him," Mr.
Terani noted from my side. I realized he'd stood and come over to see me
grovel in front of Tarik. I felt his hand rub my back and looked to see his
other hand grab his bulge. I was already hard again and hadn't really
calmed my erection since Tarik touched me earlier.

"Not yet," Tarik said bluntly and pulled me forward harshly so I fell with
my chest against his package. I felt his thick cock pushing along the right
leg of his shorts. He filled it admirably and I rubbed my pecs against it
as I kissed his stomach.

"You did a good job today, Cage," Tarik scratched under my chin playfully.
"I'm proud of you. Are you ready to open for me?"

"I think so," I whispered, unsure as to what I was agreeing. "Will it
hurt?"

"Yeah, it will, but I promise it will feel better than it hurts and I'll
take it as slowly as I can. Ok?" Tarik whispered back, dropping the harsh
tone he used to impress his father. I looked over to realize that the
others were preoccupied with Pedro. Mr. Terani was rubbing his asshole
while Pedro was eagerly sucking on Mr. Almari's big floppy dick.

"Hey," Tarik said and pulled my face away from the orgy on the other side
of the bed.

"Sorry, sir," I said and trained my eyes on his. He had large brown eyes
that seemed so focused yet kind. He looked right into me as though he knew
what I needed.

"Do you trust me, Cage?" he asked with a hint of vulnerability.

"Of course I do... I don't think your father would give me to you if you
weren't going to be the best for me." I said it with sincerity and kissed
up his stomach.

Tarik beamed proudly and leaned forward. He pulled my leash towards him and
our lips met. His tongue pushed into me and I sucked on it as his hands
slid down my back. He cupped my ass cheeks in his palms and pushed me up
his body. My arms went around him as well and his lips left mine to kiss a
trail up my jaw.

"Uhhh," I moaned as he hit the right spots and sent tingles over my face.
They were followed shortly by other waves of pleasure as his hands dug into
my briefs and he kneaded my ass cheeks.

"Fuh," I gasped as his finger pressed against my hole. I'd never been one
to do much down there and never even considered letting a guy inside me,
but nothing made sense when I was under the power of the alphas. They
melted my pride and dug into my brain. I turned into a needy, desperate
little slut around them and Tarik was my King now. My body knew its owner
and every ounce of attention filled it with the drug it most craved.

"Are you my little white pussy boy? You want this big Arab cock in your
little cunt?" Tarik growled in a whisper as he bit on my earlobe.

"Oh yeah, please fuck, please!" I begged a little too loudly.

"Yeah? Beg me for it, tell me what you want," Tarik whispered again as his
finger dug into my hole. It was dry and hurt a little as he shoved it in,
but he hit the spots in me that made my body twist and groan with pleasure.

"Yes. I'm your pussy slut and I need your big Arab meat. Please!" I whined
and lost all sense of composure.

"Well that didn't take long," I heard Ahmed say and turned to see the three
men who were using Pedro had stopped and were watching us with interest.

"He's a natural," Mr. Almari beamed proudly with his hard cock shoved
halfway down Pedro's throat. They were all frozen and watching us, watching
Tarik break in his new toy.

"He shouldn't be so loving with him," Mr. Terani said. "The slave will
expect it."

"He's doing things his way. A boy who is trained in love will be even more
loyal to his keeper. He will trust Tarik and follow him from his heart
instead of his fear," Mr. Almari countered.

"Nonsense. I keep my boys on a tight leash and they'd follow me over a
cliff," Mr. Terani said as he smacked Pedro's ass harshly. Pedro moaned in
pretend ecstasy and arched his back.

"Well Tarik knows to avoid cliffs," Mr. Almari said and caressed Pedro's
cheek as he started to bob on the big Egyptian cock again.

"I think we should just shove the biggest toy we can find in his ass and
then give him an hour in the closet to get used to it. Then we can all fuck
him without the whining," Ahmed said.

"And that is why Tarik is his trainer," Mr. Almari laughed.

"He's so desperate for it. Why are they like that?" Tarik laughed and
turned to his father.

"Men like him need us. They don't even realize it until they find us, the
ones who can train them. Isn't that right?" Mr. Almari reached over and
laced his fingers through my hair. He rubbed it thoughtfully as Tarik
continued to pleasure my hole. I looked up at him with needy eyes and
nodded. He smiled adoringly and gave a light flick to my nose.

"Yes sir," I said and leaned up to suck his finger into my lips.

"You might want a little of this," I heard Vijay say and turned to my right
to see him standing next to the bed. He was stripped down to a pair of red
skimpy briefs that showed off his package. He held a bottle of lube to
Tarik who took his finger from my hole and let Vijay squeeze a thick dollop
onto it.

He used his other hand to push down my briefs and I felt the breeze of the
air conditioner on my bare cheeks and budding hole. I arched my back and
stuck out my ass as his finger brought the warming gel to my hole. It
buzzed and sent little shivers through me as he pressed inside me and
rubbed it around in slow circles. I moaned and whimpered against his neck
as he worked it inside me.

"That feels so good," I said as he owned my hole.

"It's the good lube. If you failed to earn your stars today we were going
to use the sticky, goopy lube. It does the job, but doesn't feel good,"
Tarik laughed and kissed my cheek.

"You were going to open me anyway?" I asked.

"Of course. Taking you is my job. Doing it nicely is your reward for being
an obedient little slut," Tarik said.

"Uhhhh fuck yeah!" I heard Pedro whine and I turned to watch Mr. Terani
knelt behind him and sliding into his ass in a sharp motion. His thick
brown cock couldn't have possibly fit inside the slender Spaniard, but the
guy was doing his best to take it. He'd probably had it thousands of times
so he was used to it, but it still made his eyes water as he whimpered and
nursed on Mr. Almari's cock.

I turned back to Tarik with scared eyes. His cock was nearly as big and I
wasn't nearly as experienced.

"Don't worry," he assured as he read my face. "I won't go that fast." He
rubbed my back with one hand soothingly as his finger pushed deeper into me
with the other.

"Ok, on your back. Let's get this going," Tarik said as though this had
been practice. He pushed me off his chest and I rolled over closer to Mr.
Almari and Pedro. Tarik got up on his knees and smacked the side of my ass
for me to move away from his father and the intense orgy scene. I scooted
over to where Tarik had laid as he got off the bed and began to shuck his
clothes. He pushed down his shorts and freed his cock. It bounced out and
then arced up towards his stomach. I reached for it and sat up to suck on
it.

"Good instinct, Get it wet for where it's going," he said. He leaned over
me and straddled my shoulders with his knees. I was pushed back down
against the bed as his cock flopped over my face. I sucked it as he parted
my legs and began to work on my ass. He squirted out more lube and started
to push two fingers inside me.

"Breathe, Cage. Open that pussy for me. Don't be so tight," Tarik said as
he shoved his cock into my mouth. I was gagging on it as the tip tickled my
throat a few times.

"I like to rub his tummy like this," Mr. Almari said and reached to pet
smooth circles around my abs. "Boys his age can cum just from a good tummy
rub. It's an old trick and relaxes his hole," Mr. Almari assured.

I felt chills across my stomach and then felt Tarik's fingers slide into me
more easily. They knew what they were doing, and my body reacted with
ecstasy.

"Mmmm," I moaned with a stuffed mouth as my body eased into Tarik's
mission. He slid the fingers in up to the second knuckle and then pulled
them apart to stretch me in slow, rhythmic motions.

"He's a decent little cocksucker," Tarik said with pride.

"It's in his blood," Mr. Terani laughed. "His father... damn."

Tarik was speeding up his rhythm of sliding his fingers in and out of my
hole. He started to slam them into me until I felt his palm against my
cheeks. His fingers touched places inside me that electrified my skin and
made my body buck and push against him.

"Uhhh" I whined as his cock started to face fuck me. It pulled out too far
and flopped up past my nose getting spit in my eye. I closed it and reached
to rub it as I whined.

"I want to try a toy!" Tarik said suddenly and slid his fingers out of me.

"Up on your knees, boy," he barked and I started to sit up in a daze. I
felt a head rush and groaned. My hole felt empty like his fingers had been
inside me for years. I didn't get up fast enough and felt him grab the
leash. He pulled me up and I scrambled to my knees. He turned me around and
then pushed me chest first against the mattress.

I pointed my ass up and turned to see him go to a tray Vijay had set on the
coffee table. He picked up this floppy jelly cock that was a light flesh
color.

"This one is similar to your own cock so it shouldn't stretch you too much.
It's a good starter. White cock is good for something," Tarik noted without
humor. He grabbed the lube and slicked it up. I wiggled my ass in
anticipation.

Ahmed came over as Tarik knelt behind me. I felt the slicked cock press
against my hole. It felt like flesh, but I knew it was the toy. It was
flexible, not a hard plastic. I looked up at Ahmed as my lips formed a wide
O shape. He was standing next to me and he pushed his shorts down so his
cock flopped out.

"I'll keep his mouth busy while you're working back there," he said to his
brother. He reached to grab a fistful of my hair as he pulled my face
towards his crotch. His cock was thick and smelled a little sweaty. He
wasn't as clean and meticulous as Tarik. He was the rougher brother. I eyed
him with annoyance. I didn't think Tarik would want me pleasuring someone
else.

"Yeah sure! Have at it," Tarik laughed and I felt the tip of the fake cock
push past my ring. I guess he wasn't so possessive when it came to his own
brother.

"Ahhh!" I cried out in a mix of pressure and joy. Ahmed took advantage of
it to push his cock into my mouth. He kept a grip on my hair and held me
still as he started to facefuck me. He was being gentler than I expected
though. Perhaps it was out of respect for his younger brother, but he
didn't push in too far.

"That's a good boy," he praised as he slid in and out of my mouth. Tarik
was pushing the toy into me inch by inch waiting patiently for me to adjust
before giving more. I signaled my comfort by wiggling my ass and pushing
back on it. His right hand pushed it in while his left rubbed my back. He
kept offering praise as I took more inside me and worked my tongue around
his brother's shaft.

"That's it, you got it, Cage. Good boy. Open that pussy for me. You know
you want more... That's it, baby... That's a good boy," Tarik praised. Someone
listening in from outside would swear he was talking to a pet... well except
for the word pussy. He praised me like his prize puppy taking its medicine.

"Fuck that's a good mouth," Ahmed said and started to speed up his face
fucking.

"Fuck yeah he feels good," he growled as he gripped my hair and slid to my
throat.

"Try to slid it in and out, Tarik," Mr. Almari advised. "Slowly, but don't
let him rest too long, just enough to get used to it."

"Ok," Tarik said as the fake cock bottomed out in me. I was whining and
whimpering on Ahmed's cock, nursing it like a jumbo pacifier to take my
mind off the anal stretch Tarik was giving me.

He started to slide it out halfway until Mr. Almari told him enough. Then
he pushed it back into me until it hit the end. I felt his fingers against
my ass cheeks. He did that slowly a few times and then started to speed up
until it went more smoothly and my cries softened.

"He's getting used to it. Flip him onto his back again and try it that way
so he gets different angles," Mr. Almari coached. Ahmed slipped his cock
out of my mouth and sat down against the pillows as Tarik swatted my ass
for me to flip over. He kept the cock in my hole as I got up and turned
around. I wiped the tears from my eyes and then eased down onto my back.

"It hurts, but it feels good," I sniffled as I laid back on the bed. Ahmed
was there and he let me lay back between his legs with my hair against his
stomach. He reached down and held me while Tarik was between my legs and
holding the cock inside me.

"No one asked how you feel," Ahmed snorted and twisted my nipples
painfully.

"We know how he feels. He knows he is safe with us," Mr. Almari smiled and
leaned over to kiss my forehead. The two men and Pedro weren't doing much.
Their orgy had settled down. Mr. Terani was slowly fucking Pedro who was
lazily fisting Mr. Almari's thick cock so they could all watch us.

"Here it goes," Tarik said and started to slide the fake cock in and out of
me. There was a total of seven cocks in the room and I thought it was funny
that they needed a fake one to open me. But I knew that Tarik wanted to be
the first real cock to take my cherry. I was his prize to claim and he
wasn't about to give that up to any other man.

"Ahhh," I gasped as Tarik pushed it into me. Ahmed was playing with my
collar and using the leash to pull it tight. I barely registered the
choking though as I gasped for air more from the depths Tarik was plunging
inside me.

"Oh fuck yeah," I whined as he started to speed up and ram the cock inside
me. We must have been at this for at least an hour now and I was finally
opening enough to where it felt real waves of pleasure as the cock rubbed
along my sensitive canal. It lighted little fires inside me as it went and
I bucked and moaned as he shoved it in and yanked it out. My cock was rock
hard and leaking a pool of precum against my stomach. Ahmed rubbed me in a
rare moment of tender concern.

"He's loving this," Ahmed noted to his brother as he yanked tightly on my
leash with one hand and twisted my nipples with the other. I saw Tarik look
up at me. He had that focused look of concentration, but when our eyes met,
he smiled.

"Yeah, he better be. You're my boy now, Cage. Aren't you?" Tarik asked.

"Yes sir, please fuck me. Yeah fuck the pussy you own," I begged as my body
experienced a prolonged and intense version of that feeling you get when
you're right on the edge of cumming. It was like an extreme moment of dazed
weakness... like when you're about to sneeze... but out of your cock instead
of nose.

"I'm so close to cumming, don't stop please... Fuck don't stop," I begged.

"Oh shit! Tarik! Get your cock in there RIGHT NOW!" Mr. Almari said. Tarik
slid the fake cock out of me and quickly put his thick head against my
hole. There was still a lot of lube inside me and his cock slicked as he
tried to force his way into me.

I was lost in ecstasy until the full head pushed through my ring in a quick
and intense jolt of pain.

"Ahhh! Ow!" I protested, but then it pushed through and I felt an immediate
wave of dazed lust fill me again. My hole lit up like a wildfire as its
owner pushed inside.

"No whining, little bitch. This is what you begged my brother for," Ahmed
yanked on my leash and shoved two fingers in my mouth. It pulled my head
back up at a harsh angle as Tarik sank into me deeper.

"Meh Mir," I mumbled around Ahmed's fingers as he slid them in and out of
my mouth while pulling on my leash. He was trying to distract me so his
brother could get in me deeper, but Tarik was over it.

"Don't take this from him. I don't need him distracted," Tarik said simply
and pulled Ahmed's spit-slicked fingers from my throat. Ahmed used the
slippery fingers to stroke his thick cock next to my head. Ahmed leaned
down over me and kissed me as he shoved more of his cock into my hole. I
felt so full as he worked his way into me, but also so complete. He slid
his arms around me and started to fuck me in a slow in-and-out rhythm that
rubbed over my prostate and touched the places inside me that awakened with
happy little screams.

"Yeah, Fuck! Oh fuck!" I panted as Tarik rode me.

"Feel me stretch that pussy open. Feel me take what's mine," Tarik growled
in a soft voice next to my ear as he drilled me. Ahmed was jerking his cock
next to our faces.

Tarik's face was on the other side of mine, away from his brother's
jerking. Ahmed was rubbing the tip against my cheek every time he squeezed
out a drop of precum. I was already a sweaty mess though so it didn't add
much.

"I love that hole," Tarik praised as he shoved his gift inside me and then
yanked it back.

"Uhhhh I'm gonna... oh fuck!" My body thumped against the bed and my eyes
clamped shut as my cock started to throb and shoot. I felt hot waves of
salty cum fly over my chest, my cheeks, up onto Ahmed. He pushed my head to
the side and started to quickly fist his erection next to my ear as Tarik
shoved inside me.

"Oh fuck Oh fuck Own my pussy. Fill me please," I begged desperately as my
cock kept shooting it's days of built up cum. Ahmed was next and he quickly
started to fire off next to my face. He grabbed my hair with his free hand
and yanked my face to the side to shove his erupting cock into my mouth. I
gulped salty seed as he shoved me onto his thick, quaking shaft. I
swallowed hard as he fired off into me.

Tarik was halfway in when the waves overtook him. My hole was clenching
down on his shaft as I came and it started to milk him as he was only
halfway inside me. He collapsed onto me and started to fill me with his
seed as his hips shoved his cock deeper inside me.

"Fucking tight," he hissed as he buried his lips against my neck on the
other side from his brother's eruption. He started to fuck me in quick,
shallow motions as he filled me with his seed. We didn't last long, but the
intense pleasure, the love was too much for us. I felt my body rewire
itself as his seed flooded me. He marked my hole with his cum and it seeped
up inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe with my owner.
My body connected to him. He was the first to plant inside me and I knew
I'd never want another like him.

"Fuck, that pussy is so good," he growled against my ear and bit down
sharply.

"Ahhh," I moaned as I turned away from Ahmed and swallowed the last of his
cum.

"Fill me," I whispered simply in a lust-filled haze. "Please."

"Yeah, I marked my bitch," he laughed as the last of his cum fired inside
me. "I marked my boy," he praised. He pulled me up into his chest and
rolled over with his cock inside me.
He laid back between his brother and father as I relaxed against his chest
and felt his cum start to seep out of my hole around his shaft.

"That's my good boy," he praised and rubbed my back. He slid a hand up the
back of my neck and laced his fingers through my blonde hair like his
father had done. I kissed along his neck as we recovered our breath
together and ignored the other four men in the bed.

We breathed in sync and knew we shared something we'd never have with
another. Well maybe he would. He would probably be the first to seed many a
white boy. But I'd never have another first. I'd spend the rest of my life
comparing cocks, comparing fucking, comparing who owned my hole best,
comparing it all to Tarik and the first time he took me.

I was ok with that.

We laid there recovering together for a few minutes before Tarik pushed me
up and off of him. He got off the bed and pulled me with him. I looked back
to see things with Pedro heating up. He was bouncing in Mr. Almari's lap
now while yanking on Mr. Terani's cock as the man stood next to them. Tarik
pulled me away and we headed down to his bedroom. Ahmed followed us, but
headed down to his own bedroom.

Tarik took off my collar and leash. We showered together and made out as he
rubbed soap into my well-used hole. We washed each other and then passed
out in a tangle of arms, legs, and love. I rested my head on his skinny
chest while he rubbed my muscles and kissed the top of my head.

"I loved that. Your tight pussy felt so incredible, like it was made for
me," Tarik said as he yawned.

"Maybe it was... sir... made just for you," I said and yawed back. We fell
silent for a few minutes, hands exploring each other's bodies. I finally
was able to fall asleep after I heard him start to snore lightly, after I
made sure my trainer was taken care of for the night.

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