Date: Thu, 25 Dec 2008 03:56:59 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer: Dexter's Saga

The customer/Dexter's Saga
Part 1
By Joystick

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The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Part 1

He walked into the smoke filled cafe and looked around. He was looking for
one of the many Arab shop owners that infested this area of the town.  Not
seeing him he looked around for a place to sit or a face he just might
know. However there was little chance of that here. There were no women
here, just men. They were mostly older men who owned or rented the small
shops that made up the Arab Shuk area of the city. Here and there one could
see a few younger men, but all of them were olive-skinned
middle-easterners.

He stuck out like a sore thumb. His blue eyes and blond hair were so out of
place and unusual here. At twenty years old, he looked sixteen, maybe
seventeen at the most. Besides his white skin and flaxen hair, his dress
was a dead giveaway that he was a stranger to these parts. Most, if not all
the men were dressed in the Jalabiya, those flowing robes that in colder
weather were used as a outer covering but in the heat of this season many
preferred to just wear the ornate garment over their bare skin or maybe use
white briefs under it. All had some type of head covering.  Dexter, that
was his name, on the other hand was dressed in tight jeans and an undersize
white "T" shirt that was fighting a loosing battle to cover his slim trim
body. He had on a pair of black loafers but no socks. Weighing in at about
150 lbs he was really in good shape and ordinarily he moved with the grace
of a gazelle. He was a good-looking young man even if he was out of place
here.

A deafening calm descended on the room as the merchants, who were on their
afternoon break, stopped their conversations and apprised the newcomer. At
this time of day it was impossible to find a small shop in the area that
was open for business. During the hours of one to five, following the
customs in a great many Levantine countries, these shop owners took a few
hours rest. Except for the few cafes and coffee shops, these people just
did not like to do business during the heat of the day. They either went
home to sleep or sat around in small cafes talking and smoking until it was
time to open up their places of businesses again.

Well most but not all of them.... Some of the more affluent merchants might
spend a few hours in one of the better brothels in the area. Places where
for a price you could buy the services of a male or female companion for
the afternoon. Some of the more expensive establishments provided beautiful
female and/or handsome male belly dancers that enticed the patrons who sat
around low tables sipping steaming cups of coffee while they took long
drags of hashish on the hooker water pipes that were made available. After
the dancers had aroused their sexual appetites, they would choose a
companion or two from the establishment's prostitutes and use the provided
rooms for their pleasure.

Looking around the cafe room for the merchant he wanted and unable to find
him, Dexter started to leave. As he turned to go a waiter asked if he was
looking for anyone in particular.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I'm looking for Mr. Marook the owner of Marook's
Rug and Antiques Shop." Dexter said.

"He is home sick today, but his nephew is here running the store for him
and maybe he can help you." The waiter said as he took him by his forearm
and guided him to a small table at which sat a well-developed man of about
thirty. Putting down his cup of Turkish coffee he raised his dark eyes,
smiled and looked up into the white face standing before him and said, "Yes
is there anything I can do for you?"

"Well I hope that you can," said Dexter. After introducing himself, he
said, "I was passing your uncle's store and a few things in the window
caught my eye."

"Salam, please sit down and join me. My name is Achmed. My Uncle is sick
and I am running his establishment for a few weeks. What is it that you
saw?" he said, knowing full well that his uncle seldom sold what was shown
in the windows. He used them as "Bait and Switch" items to entice customers
into the store where he would try to sell them cheaper goods at a very high
price.

"I was interested in a few of the Mid-eastern items. A nice rug and some
low tables and that Turkish coffee maker and the cups for starters." Dexter
said.

"Yes I think I know the pieces you want - they are very expensive. The
coffee set alone is well over $900. Are you sure you can afford such
expensive and rare items?"

"900, that is steep, but then perhaps if I were to add a few items you
might be able to do a little better on the price." Dexter said knowing the
mid-eastern love of bargaining.

"Ahhhhh yes you like to drive a hard bargain."  Achmed said rubbing his
hands together. "Are you sure that there is not a small amount of Arab
blood in your family history?"

"Not that I am aware of. I do have to get back to the place where I am
staying and I have little time to shop. Would you be able to open your shop
for me, now?"

Rubbing his chin as if he had a beard he leaned over and whispered, "If you
were to leave here now, I could meet you at the shop and perhaps we could
enter without anyone seeing us. I would not want anyone to see me
conducting business during the rest hours, as it would not be right to take
advantage of my fellow competitors." He joked. "You leave first, I will
follow you and by going around to the alley I can enter the store from
there. When you get to the store make sure there is no one watching then
ring the bell three times and I will let you in."

"This is most kind of you, Achmed." He said as he got up and left. A little
while later the Arab rose and hurried to the back alley where he opened the
rear door to the shop and let himself in. Passing through the backroom into
the shop he waited for the bell to ring. When it did he opened the door and
almost dragged Dexter into the shuttered shop.

"Sorry about that!" he said. "But custom rules our lives. Now lets see was
it this "Finjon" (Coffee Pot) that you wanted to purchase?"

"Yes that's the one, along with the matching coffee cups - how much?"

"$1000 American."

"I thought you said $900."

"That was for the "Finjon" alone, the cups are $100 more."

"Now that my friend is Grand Larceny, and you know it. I will give you
"$400 for both."

"You wound me, you cut me to the bone. By the heart of my mother this is a
family heirloom. She would come back from paradise and cut my throat if I
sold it for that ridiculous price."

Back and forth they haggled the Arab coming down a bit and the American
fighting to stay below first $500 then $600. Finally, the Arab said, "Why
do you want this item so much. I bet you do not even know how to make
coffee in this pot."

The American said, "No but I can learn."

"O.K. I'll tell you what. I will show you and if I feel that you have
mastered the technical complexities I will sell it to you for $675. I will
not come down one cent more. That is my bottom offer. You drive a hard
bargain young man. Is that a deal?" he said extending his hand.

"Yes it is!" Dexter said happily knowing that he had made a good deal. They
shook hands to seal the arrangement.

Come we will go into the workshop and celebrate our deal. He then showed
him the way into the backroom. Filling the pot with water and placing it on
the gas burner to heat up, he then took down a few jars and carefully
measured out coffee and sugar and he placed it in a mortar and pounded it
to a fine powder.

"This is important because the coffee and sugar must be mixed at this
point." He instructed. When the water had boiled he added the powder to the
pot.  Placing the pot back on the gas he again allowed it to boil and then
he removed it from the fire and let it cool a bit. He poured the black
concoction into cups. "Here take a sip. This is how we Arabs love it. I
have additional dark sugar here. I know you Americans love it sweet, we
Arabs do not." He said as he handed the cup to Dexter and guided him to a
heavy square workbench in the middle of the room. Pulling up two chairs he
sat and asked Dexter, "Now you tell me how you like it."

"It is a bit bitter for my taste maybe some more sugar." He said putting
the cup down.

"I knew it, here always use dark sugar." He said placing a teaspoon of dark
sugar in Dexter's cup. "This should do it!"

They both sat down and sipped the hot coffee. "MMMMMMMMM it is worth every
penny of it." Dexter said as he drank down his coffee. "Now what else did I
want - oh yesss I want a rug." He slurred.

"Here you sit down here by the work table and I will get you the samples to
view." And when again he saw him faltering he asked. "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine, Just a bit warm and ....."

"And what? You look sick." He said showing concern but knowing full well
that the drug disguised as dark sugar he had tricked Dexter into taking was
beginning to kick in.

"I don't know. No, I'm not sick. I just feel warm and sort of out of it."
He reached up and placed an arm around Achmed's shoulders in order to
steady himself. Achmed grabbed him and held him up. He then pulled the
young man close to his body hugging him and rubbing his body against
Dexter's. His fingers quickly ran over the heaving body and down to the
young man's crotch where he felt the rising excitement and heat radiating
through the tight jeans from his cock.

"I see your trouble now," he said, "you westerners with your tight clothing
in this heat it inhibits the air flow." He leered as he slowly lowered
Dexter's zipper and reaching in, fished around with his fingers feeling up
the young man and squeezing his hardening cock. Pulling the uncut meat out
he hefted it in the palm of his hand. Taking a quick guess he mused, it
must be at least eight inches long, it had nice thickness and best of all,
was uncut. God I love when they have foreskin he thought as his fingertips
played with the loose foreskin, pulling it back and forth over the angry
purple cock head.

"My friend you are about to embark on an entirely new life." He said as he
placed his hands on his shoulders and guided Dexter down to his knees
forcing the blond man's face against the folds of his loose fitting
robe. See how much better it is to wear the Jalabiya. It allows the air to
circulate and keeps you cool. Then slowly lifting up his robe and
uncovering his own hard cock, he rubbed it over Dexter's face and
lips. "Smell and taste that! It will become your sweet pollen and like the
honeybee you will feed on it. Get used to it, young man, as you will be
seeing a lot of it from now on, my little golden money maker."  Achmed
placed his hand over the back of Dexter's head and knotted his dark fingers
through the flaxen hair and pressed the gasping man's face and lips over
the hard olive colored cock. With the other hand he held the circumcised
head of his cock and pressed it upon Dexter's wet ruby lips, rubbing it
over his lips and teeth and forcing it into the hot moist mouth. Feeling
the teeth scrape along his cock head he said, "Now open wide and don't even
think of biting or I shall have to cut your throat. That's it, that' a good
boy! Open wider! I do love the feel and stimulation of your teeth scrapping
on my cock but no biting.

The drug that he had slipped him with the additional sugar was really
kicking in now making Dexter more compliant but only to a point.  The
underside of Achmed's cock traveled over the lips and teeth pushing along
the tongue to the back of the blond's mouth where it was greeted with
violent gagging. This resistance only excited the Arab more as he continued
to push. Dexter gagged and tried to pull away but Achmed at first held him
close and refused to retreat. Then when he saw it was useless to keep
pressing forward, he momentarily pulled back. At that point Dexter thought
that the Arab had given up and he relaxed. Big mistake! Achmed screamed,
scaring the hell out of the kneeling young man. Then before the poor slob
could gather his wits, his assailant shot his hips forward forcefully
pushing past the tonsils and down his throat destroying his last defenses.

"There, you bastard take it all. Take my Arab meat deep in your fucking
western throat. You are doing great you gorgeous little cock sucker." He
shouted as Dexter's eyes filled with tears. Back and forth his assailant
sawed pushing and plowing forward until his cock was buried deep in
Dexter's throat and his pubic hair was resting on the victim's lips and
nose. Again withdrawing and again pushing forward, over and over, he
continued to abuse the helpless young man's throat as well as utterly
destroyed his will to resist. "There you little son of bitch, you infidel
shit head, you cocksucker, take it all. Enjoy the taste of a real man."
Then he felt the first ejaculation of sperm which he let flow down Dexter's
throat. After first allowing a globular of cum to directly enter Dexter's
stomach he pulled his cock out of his throat and aimed the cock at the
handsome white face and continued to plaster Dexter's face with rope after
rope of hot cummmmmmm.

"There, as you educated Americans say, 'Lesson number One, Cock-sucking
101'. You are on the road to becoming a first class cocksucker but for now
I can only grade you as B+. Not to worry, in no time at all, with much more
practice, I'm sure you will be the toast of all the brothels." He
laughed. He reached down and with his strong fingers he grabbed Dexter's
'T' shirt and ripping off the shirt he tossed it in the trash basket. Next
lifting up the exhausted young man he laid him face down across the heavy
workbench. Meticulously he arranged the devastated body so that the thin
waist rested on the front edge of the table with its long muscular legs
dangling down so that his toes just touched the floor. Achmed then extended
the pale white arms over the rear edge and down along the rear legs of the
table. "I think I will tie your wrists to the table legs so that you don't
fall off and hurt yourself," he laughed as he took some short bits of rope
from the workbench drawer and secured Dexter's hands to the bench legs.

"There you go, all nice and secure."  He said patting and rubbing the jean
covered bubble ass displayed before him. "You rest here while I get ready
to prepare you for our next lesson."

He walked over to a dirty sink and from the overhead utility cabinet he
removed a shaving mug, brush and an old straight razor. He proceeded to
hone the blade on a leather and canvas-shaving strap that hung near the
sink within view of Dexter. Dragging the blade slowly over the leather he
saw that Dexter was watching his every movement. "Do you like this strap?"
He asked. "It is a fearful toy that I sometimes use to whip men who choose
not to obey me. However, if you do as I say, there will be no need to mark
up that beautiful body of yours with red welts."

Then putting a bit of warm water into the shaving mug, he worked up a nice
lather with the brush and positioned himself between Dexter's legs. Placing
the shaving equipment within easy reach he reached under Dexter and undid
his belt. Removing his Jeans and underpants pants, he let them slip to the
floor. Kneeling down, he removed the black loafers and together with the
pants threw them into the trash basket as well.

"You will not be needing them anymore." He smiled and closing his eyes he
used his sensitive finger tips, as a blind man would, to examine every inch
of skin, starting at the bound man's toes, moving next to the feet and then
to his calves savoring and licking on every erotic zone he could find.

He continued this journey up the legs until he arrived at the area between
the balls and ass valley. Ohhhhh that special area, that one square inch or
so of flesh where the nerve endings are said to be the most sensitive, this
area was slated to receive his special treatment. He extended his tongue
and starting at the base of the testicles. He lapped around the area up to
and around the small rosebud. Flooding the area with his warm spit and then
blowing his hot breath into quivering love hole. Up, up and all over
Dexter's back he kissed and licked his way. He paid particular attention to
the shoulders; taking little love bites out of them. Then he worked his way
down again pass the ass hole to the cock and balls and ran the tip of his
tongue up and down the shaft taking the foreskin in his teeth and nibbling
on it.  "OHHHHHHHHH ahhhhhhhhh!" came the moans of ecstasy from the
prostrate body on the workbench.

"I see you enjoyed that. Well behave yourself and maybe I will give you
more, but, not now. Now, is my time to enjoy but I'm afraid that you are
going to be hurting." He said as he opened his eyes and rising to his feet
he stepped back and admired the full round succulent globes. Running his
hand over the smooth meat he observed, "What a beautiful body and ass you
have. It is almost perfect. Almost the most beautiful ass I have ever seen,
but not perfect. There is the matter of that ugly blond stubble. Now if you
will just keep still and do not move while I remove some of that unsightly
hair I will attempt to make it enticing and create a work of art. I am
going to remove the hair on your ass and some of your pubic hair. For now I
will leave that beautiful blond bush above your cock. This will make you
very attractive and so hot that men will fight over you and perhaps a woman
will even want you for her bed.. But that is in the future.. Right now, I
repeat, don't move, as I would not like to mistakenly damage you when I
remove that unsightly mess. As you can see this is not a safety razor and
it is very sharp and I do not wish to cut your balls off or do damage to
your ass hole if I can help it, at least not yet and not with a razor," he
smiled as he started to lather up Dexter's ass and balls. "Easy now," he
said as he guided the sharp instrument over the tender ass and spreading
the young man's cheeks with his fingers he expertly removed what little
hair that was there. Smoothing the skin with his fingers he kept up a
running comment as he pulled Dexter's cock down and ran the blade over his
balls. "There just like a new born baby's ass. All clean and smooth." He
dried the wet areas and then he smacked the ass a few times. "Nice very
nice. I always like ass with a little color. To us from the Levant, while
we love blonds with blue eyes and white skin, the sight of a white ass is
sickening." He commented as he leaned down and gave the hot red ass a
kiss. "All warmed up and ready for lesson number two now."

Replacing the shaving equipment he returned with several small plastic
vials, one of which he uncorked. He grasped a handful of blond hair and
pulled back lifting Dexter's face from the table and holding the open vial
under one of his nostrils forced him to inhale by pinching his other one
shut and holding his mouth closed. "That's it breath deep my pet. If you
thought you felt good before just wait until these poppers kick in."
Forcing him to take several deep hits in each nostril he soon saw the drug
begin to work. He then started to rub his fingertips over the blond's body
almost like he was going to give him a Turkish massage. He could quickly
see how the young body was reacting as it's breathing became deeper and the
moaning increased. These poppers were great, as the odor entered the
bloodstream; it magnified the body's feelings making Dexter hornier than he
had ever been before. Even Achmed was able to see that the drug was doing
its job well because; even against the young man's will his cock was again
hard as a rock and throbbing.

"You little Jack Rabbit! You love this. Don't try to deign it. Your cock
gives you away. It's hard as a rock again."

He reached down and ran his fingernail up and down the steel shaft. The
uncut pole was hot to the touch and Achmed could feel the hot blood trying
to burst out.

"Ahhhhhhhhh youth" he sighed. "The ability to cum and cum... How I envy
it. I see you are suffering so I will help you ease the pain." Taking the
shaft in his fingers he pumped the cock as the blond started again to moan
like the bitch he was becoming. With his other hand Achmed stimulated his
balls. Dexter was well on his way to shooting his load. At this point
Achmed leaned over the moaning and withering body bring his mouth to the
soft skin. At first he kissed, then he licked and finally bit into the soft
skin of the neck and throat. At the pinnacle of Dexter's passion the Arab
squeezzzzzzzzed his balls and Dexter orgasmed like he never had know was
possible. Achmed reached down and caught all the heavy white cream in one
hand while he continued to milk the very last drops out of the still hard
but sensitive dick with the other.

Taking the thick, slippery liquid and letting it drip into the valley
between the two bubble globes he then worked it in with his
fingertips. First one fingertip prodded his rosebud, then another, moving
round and round until he was able to push into the hot wet
chamber. "YaAllah, but you are tight. You are a virgin?" He asked, and
stopped trying to open him up further. "Well, I must not open you up too
much, it might take away from my enjoying busting your cherry. I wonder
what I did that I should be so rewarded here and now on earth. I guess that
they will subtract one virgin from my quota when I reach paradise. It will
be worth it. So let's enjoy."

Rubbing the last of the slippery scum on his own cock head he pressed the
wet head of his cock against Dexter's hole and pushed hard. After much
effort the head entered and Achmed thrust his hips forward ramming his cock
in to the hilt. Dexter screamed and thrashed around as the long circumcised
cock bottomed out.

"Great I love screamers." He yelled back at him. "You want something to
scream about, I'll give you something to yell about!" He leaned over and
untied Dexter's wrists. Then grabbing his hair he roughly pulled his head
back and up, arching the blond's chest up off the bench so that he could
plow that bubble ass even deeper. And he used his strong arms to rock poor
Dexter back and forth on his long cock. At the same time, he now had better
access to the young man's upper torso. His fingers pinched and pulled at
the hard nubs of his tits, his fingernails scratched the chest and left
thin furrows that just broke the skin. His hot mouth pressed against the
taunt shoulders, licking the skin and tasting its saltiness as he went on a
feeding frenzy kissing and biting. With his cock still sawing in and out of
the ass he forced Dexter's mouth on to his own and bit his lips and
cheeks. There was no let up. No slowing down. If anything Achmed increased
his pumping action. Faster and faster he plowed his hard cock into a now
totally destroyed and bleeding ass hole. More and more he left his teeth
marks on the neck, shoulders, back and face of the now almost unconscious
young man.

"Bitch - you are no longer a man - You are a fucking bitch and your asshole
is your pussy." More powerful thrusts as he worked his hips faster and
faster. Pulling on Dexter's jaw he opened it and spit into his mouth. "Pig,
infidel, whore, bitch." Each thrust hitting and rubbing over and against
the magic button again causing Dexter's cock to harden. Letting the
bloodied torso fall back to the bench top he reached under it and again
grabbed the foreskin covered cock and started to jerk it off in concert
with the ass pounding. Dexter, though drained, came again and what little
muscular activity he had left pulsed around Achmed's cock forcing him to
explode. He removed his bloodstained cock and finished his massive
ejaculation on the rear end and back of the now exhausted and
semi-unconscious Dexter. Rubbing his sperm into the back and working it
into his skin. He laughed and said, "There, now my sperm is a part of
you. You will always remember the man that shredded your virgin ass and
turned you into a sperm hungry bitch." He moved away from the workbench and
picked up the telephone dialed a number and spoke a few words in Arabic
then hung up. A few minutes later there was a knock on the rear door and
Achmed opened the door to see a big Black Sudanese standing there with a
smile on his face.

"You have something for me?"

"Yeah, you can take him now. He was a good fuck but he is going to cost you
plenty."

The big man walked over and looked Dexter over. He was appalled at the
shape he was in. But he knew that with some medication and rest he might be
able to use him in two weeks of so. "He is in bad shape. A blond, was he a
virgin?"

"Yes, but not any more." Achmed bragged. "I busted him good."

"Yes that I can see. You fool! You idiot! Do you know how much I would have
paid for him untouched or even in fair shape?" Said the Black brothel
owner. "More money than you will ever see in this lifetime or perhaps five
lifetimes. Now in this condition, he is worthless. Utterly useless and
almost garbage. He is worth almost nothing." This was a lie, the Sudanese
knew that with a little care and perhaps some surgery his ass would heal
and with a little luck he could still be worth a hundred thousand or
more. The bites would heal also and if they didn't, they might even add to
his worth. "I should let you keep him but tell me how much you want."

"Ten thousand cash."

Laughing and sneering he turned to leave, "You keep him. His medical bills
and food will coast me almost that much and that is before I can even earn
a cent from him. I would have gladly paid twenty to fifty thousand or more
for him before you got your dirty hands on him. You should be paying me to
dispose of him, however I will give you five hundred."

"That's high way robbery. Make it a thousand and the right to use him once
a month."

"Six hundred and you are never to come into my establishment. I don't want
you near any of my employees. If I find that you have - I will kill you
myself."

Hearing some knocking on the front door and realizing that it was passed
time to reopen the store for business Achmed relented and said, "Done, but
get him out of here now! I have to clean the place and open for business
soon."

Dexter started to moan. "He is coming to. I can't have him screaming out
until I get him out of here and get him home. Can we gag him? I have my van
outside in the back alley." Said the Sudanese.

"Better than that, we can drug him and roll him in a big rug. I will help
you load him into the van. If anyone should see us they will think that you
have just purchased a new rug. When you get him home you can have one of
your men help you carry the rug into your establishment. Everyone will
think you have just purchased a new rug."

"That sounds great, but not too much drugs, I don't want him to overdose."

"I am an old hand at this. Not to worry." Achmed went over to the medicine
cabinet and pulled out a black box. He opened it and removed a vile of
tranquilizer drugs and a hypodermic needle. Filling the syringe he said,
"this should keep him out for a few hours. He will be O.K. That will give
you time to get him settled in his new home." He then administered the drug
and the two men picked out a cheep rug and rolled Dexter up in it and then
they carried him out and put him in the rear of the van.

Achmed laughed and said, "Just like Cleopatra. You now have a new queen."