Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 10:06:23 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer / Dexter's saga #2

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Part 2
By Joystick

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End of Part 1

"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."

The Customer - Dexter's Saga

Part 2

Sultan climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. What a pig
he thought. But then am I much better? I'm only one rung higher on the
animal chain than Achmed. I purchase, sell and rent human flesh. So who am
I to cast stones, as the Christians say?

What was Sultan's business? He was the owner and operator of the best
brothel in the city (in fact, for those who graded such things, his
establishment was in the top ten of the country). He ran his establishment
like it was a palace. Hence, one of the two reasons people called him
Sultan.  A listing of its clientele would reveal some of the most respected
names in the country. To get into his place of business cost a small
fortune. And that was just the admittance fee, and then there were the
additional costs for special services, etc.

He liked to present himself as an unimposing man. But it was deceptive. He
was quite the opposite and therefore the second reason for his name.

Sultan The Magnificent, and he was just that. He was huge. When he walked
into a room women could not take their eyes off him and the men, well they
died of envy. He was Sudanese and black as coal. On his shaved his head at
a jaunty angle he always wore a fez. At first look one was reminded of the
primitive drawings children love to make. You know the kind - where the
arms and legs look like Bologna and the rest of the body looks like one
ball on top of the other. He reminded you of that lovable Michelin tire guy
in the ad. However that was a first impression. When one got to know him,
his body and face were attractive in a rough sort of way. His skin was
always clean and shinny. His arms and legs were tree trunks. Strong and
well muscled, as were his chest and abs. His ass was made up of two black
marble globes. Being six foot three inches he was able to carry all this
beautiful body meat and not appear fat. Hell there wasn't an ounce of fat
on him. One did not have to look any further for the perfect man... Many
said that he could be the 'black Mr. Universe' if his face was more
handsome.

Despite this women loved him - men salivated over him. The reason for this
adoration it was the size of the cock and balls that hung between his
powerful thighs. It was said to be at least nine inches soft, one and a
half to two inches in diameter and black. Not brown as most black men's
penis' were, but black. Clients loved to see that black baseball bat plunge
into a white ass.

On those rare occasions when he would participate in the Saturday night
Orgy on stage at his establishment the audience would be treated to a
performance that they would never forgot. He was able to fuck like a
piston. With his back straight as a board he was able to move his ass and
cock forward and backward like it was a cannon firing off a round. They
appeared to be separate from the other parts of his body. Plunging deep and
rapid, his hips were a blur while the rest of his body was board stiff. It
was something to behold. He was envied and hated. Perhaps it was because he
was black and therefore an outsider. For all its boasts of Moslem equality,
in reality it did not exist. It was still remembered that it was the Arabs
that ran the slave trade for the most part. And they were still dealing in
black flesh well into the late 1990s. Even today in some remote areas, one
could still buy a black slave. It was true that today most of them were not
Moslem but Christian blacks.

The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. Damn things! If
they weren't so helpful to the business I would smash the Devil's
invention, he thought as he pulled to the side of the road and answered the
contraption. No now was not the time to get stopped by the cops, for
driving and using the phone, no with that cargo he was transporting in the
rear of the van.

"Yes, Sultan here." he bellowed into the phone, "I am on my way back now. I
will be there in about three or four minutes. I will need someone to help
me with my latest purchase. Have Yussef waiting by the service entrance."
He closed the cell and after checking on the rolled up rug in the rear and
seeing that all was well he pulled out onto the roadway and continued
towards home.

A few minutes later he pulled up to a set of heavy iron gates that opened
at a signal from inside the small guardhouse and then closed as soon as the
van was inside the compound. No one got in or went out without
permission. Security was tight and was needed. Neither Sultan nor any of
the local law enforcement people wanted any problems or incidents. He and
his community had reached an accord with the local and state
politicians. As long as the area was quiet both parties ignored the other
and turned their backs on almost anything. Well it was not exactly a secret
but most of the top town and state officials were frequent guests of 'The
Magnificent One' and it would be very uncomfortable for both them and
Sultan if their relaxation were disturbed. As an added edge Sultan had also
been able to, shall we say, amass photographic documents and files on all
his guests. Files that if they were made public, could ruin a man's life.

Sultan's establishment was now made up of mainly male prostitutes. While he
did start out with female whores, he had early in his ownership learned
that they were more trouble than they were worth. Females could work only
two to two and a half weeks a month. Add to that the chance that the chance
that they could become pregnant which would necessitate an abortion with
its medical bills and lost time and you could see money going out the
window. Most of the females were pigs and lazy and they were of little or
no use in keeping the place clean. If it was one thing that his clients
insisted on - it was clean beds and a clean atmosphere. Then there were the
other choirs that had to be done, cooking and keeping the "palace" grounds
in shape. As far as cooking - the males did a much better job, one or two
of them had been professional cooks before they found that they could make
more money selling their asses. Besides they were available for sex almost
24 hours a day seven days a week and when business was slow, the men would
help out in any and all aspects of running the establishment from repair of
the house to care of the grounds. The only reason he kept the few women he
now had was for the sake of those customers who were not able to admit that
they found men more to their taste or for the few customers that still
liked to see a belly dancer perform.
    ~~~~~~ Most of his patrons freely admitted that if they wanted to just
fuck, they would stay at home and use their wives. Sultan's clients were
looking for more erotic pleasures. Men and especially male prostitutes knew
what a man wanted and how to give it to him. No woman, not even the most
professional whore could give a man a great blowjob like one of Sultan's
men and as far as fucking well they proved that a hole is not just a
hole. The Magnificent One's men could do things with their backsides that
no female pussy or ass could ever do.

As he pulled up to the service entrance at the rear of the house he could
see that Yussef was waiting for him. He got out of the van and the two of
them opened the rear doors.

"What have you got here boss?" he asked in Arabic. "A rug for one of the
rooms."

"Careful I don't want to drop the package. It has been banged up enough as
it is." Sultan said as he winked. "Just don't ask questions. Help me get it
on my shoulder so I can get it up to my rooms."

He carried the rolled up rug into the building and onto the service
elevator. Getting out on the fourth floor (Sultan's private suite of rooms)
he told Yussef that he was no longer needed. "I don't have to warn you to
keep this to yourself. If I hear that you have said anything about this - I
will personally turn you into a eunuch. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Sir." He said. "You know that I never talk."

Yes he knew that. Yussef was completely trustworthy and loyal. He had to
be. Sultan had one of those big files on him and one word in the right ear
and Yussef would become the plaything of the prisoners and guards in the
County Prison for the rest of his life, which would not be that long, if he
were lucky.

He placed the rug on the floor and after Yussef left Sultan unrolled
it. After ascertaining that it was still alive, he placed the abused body
on the bed and cleaned him up as much as he could. Covering him, he could
see that he was still drugged and sleeping. He went to the telephone and
dialed his personal physician.

"Doc, I have a personal favor to ask. Can you make a house call right now?"

"What's wrong are you all right?"

"I am fine. I need you to look at and treat a ... friend." He said not
wanting to reveal anything over the phone. "Can you make it as soon as you
can?"

"This isn't a gunshot, or knife wound is it?" he asked. "You know that I
will have to report that to the police."

"Yes I know that and if it were that I would have reported it myself."
Sultan said know that he would do no such thing, but just wanting to cover
his ass in case his phone was bugged.  "No it is nothing like that although
he is in bad shape and needs a good doctor and you are one of the best that
I know."

"I am the only doctor you know and trust with some of your 'special medical
problems'. I will be over within an hour." He said. If you need anything
quicker, I would suggest you call an ambulance."

"He is resting now and an hour would be fine. I will leave word at the
guard house... and thanks doc. I owe you one." He said as he hung up.

An hour later the doctor had come and given Dexter a thorough exam. "This
guy has been drugged. What the hell did you do to this guy? I have never
seen anyone like this. I know you yourself would never do this, but for my
own peace of mind you must tell me the truth. I should really report this
to the police but if you tell me the truth I will try to forget what I have
seen. The faster he gets better the faster he will be able to help the
police catch who did this to him. If the c ops got wind of this they would
never let him get the rest he must have."

He filled the doctor in as much as he could as the man treated Dexter and
cleaned him up as well. "He is going to need bed rest for about a week or
two. I will be in to see him tomorrow. I have set-up an I.V. unit that
should last till tomorrow. It will feed him and keep him comfortable. When
he wakes up give him one of these tablets every four hours if he needs
it. Keep him in bed. Strap his hands down so he cannot pull the I.V. out or
hurt himself. I will have a look at his rectum tomorrow to see if he needs
stitches. I don't think he will, but you never know. He is lucky to be
alive."

"Thanks doc. I will take care of him myself. I really appreciate that you
are not going to report this to the cops. See you tomorrow.

Sultan spent the entire night sleeping in the big chair next to Dexter's
bed. He applied cold compresses to Dexter's forehead and made sure he did
not kick off his covers. When he awoke in the morning Dexter could not even
remember his name or how he had gotten to this comfortable bed. He became
frantic thrashing about in bed. Sultan and later the doctor assured him
that he had temporary amnesia and that in time he would remember the
important things.

"You know there have been people like you that never remember all the
details, but I think that in time you will. You are very lucky it is Sultan
that is caring for you. Others would have just let you die." The doctor
told him. "All you need is rest and in a week or two you will be up and
about. Your body took one hell of a beating, but you are young and strong
and it will heal quickly. I think that you will fine but if need be give me
a call. You are to stay in bed except to use the bathroom. I will remove
the I.V. If you have pain, Sultan has those tablets, use them."

After the doctor left Sultan brought him lunch. It was just hot soup and
some toast, but Dexter ate it up and then asked him questions about who he
was and how Sultan and he were involved. "How do I know you? What am I
doing here?" Hundreds of questions, and Sultan refused to answer most of
them.

"Later when you are better I will tell you all I know. For now you are in
my care and I'm going to take good care of you, Cleo."

"Is that my name, Cleo?"

"Nope, I don't know your real name yet. I never thought to ask the man from
whom I purchased you, what your name was. He called you that. But for the
meantime it will serve as well as any."

"Purchased me? I don't understand."

"Yes I brought you. You are now my property. You were his bitch. Now you
are mine!" The brothel keeper said, as he bent over Dexter's face and
placed a light kiss on his swollen lips. "Rest and get well. We will talk
about your past and your future when you are stronger."

To be continued...