Date: Sun, 17 May 2009 11:03:43 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga Chapter #5

The Customer/Dexter's Saga Part 5
By Joystick

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End of Part #4

"Gentlemen, please do not insult me! This is not a quickie. Need I remind
you that this is for the entire evening? Surely you can do better than
that?"

"$5,000 and throw in breakfast..."

The Customer/Dexter's Saga Part #5

"I have $5000 for a night with this bundle of sex." Sultan exclaimed, "Who
will give me $5500? Come on gentlemen. This is for an entire night in
'Jannat 'And' (the Garden of Eden)."

The bidding went on and during one slow period, in an effort to speed
things up, Sultan signaled Yussef to come from the stage wings. He
whispered to him to go to Dexter and play with his cock.

Yussef approached and knelt before the hanging blond. Running his brown
hands up and down the white legs he took Dexter's cock into his mouth and
started to suck on it. This was not in the script and Dexter was unprepared
for it. He started to fight and wiggle.

"As you can see even my professionals cannot keep their hands and mouths
off that delectable sweet young body." Sultan said to the bidders and then
to Yussef he yelled, "Make sure he does not waste his cum on your worthless
throat. If he does cum, I will personally cut that lovely throat of
yours. Tonight, his first milking belongs to one of these fine gentlemen
here not to a worthless slut like you."

"Gentlemen, I beg your pardons and offer my apologies for that ingrate's
actions. I will discipline him later, however, just think about what you
have witnessed here for a few seconds. That could be anyone of you!
Visualize it - your lips milking that beautiful cock draining those big
balls.... sucking out the sweet nectar..", Sultan said as Dexter let out a
scream that echoed and vibrated from one wall to another. "Come my friends,
after all it is only money. Fantasize it, picture your lips around that
beautiful cock--- or better yet think of those beautiful lips and that warm
welcoming throat of his swallowing your cock or his throbbing pulsing ass
hole enveloping your cock and squeeeeezing.... The bid is sixty five
hundred.. I have $6500--- going once --- who will make it an even 7000."

"Seven thousand even and he better be worth it or else." Came the bid that
Sultan had been hoping to get from the beginning.

Yes I see your bid Mike-- $7000 once -- Going twice ---please, please -
isn't there anyone here who wants to save this delectable young blond boy
from our ravenous over sexed Police Chief?" Hearing no further bids he
slammed down the mallet and proclaimed, "Sold. Or should I say stolen by
our Police Chief Mike for the bargain price of $7,000. A night in paradise
for the measly sum of $7000! A steal." Sultan said as he smiled, licking
his chops with both greed and delight, knowing that this was the most he or
any of the other brothel keepers had ever gotten for a male whore. Not only
that, it was the most ever paid for any whore- Male or female. The word
would spread like wide-fire and soon he would have to turn away the sex
hungry clients that would line up for not only Dexter but for any of his
other whores. He was going to be rich - very, very rich. "Come up here and
collect your purchase Chief."

The Police Chief jumped up onto the stage and playfully dragged Yussef away
from Dexter's cock. "That's mine, boy. Take your filthy hands and mouth off
my property." He said as he approached the hanging blond body now covered
with a thin layer of sweat. Extending his fingertips the cop reached up to
Dexter's forearms and ran his fingers down to his armpits and then slowly
over his chest. From there he continued down the rest of his body. Taking
his fingertips into his mouth he sampled the salty taste. Licking his lips,
he then bent down and picked up the long discarded loincloth that had
covered Dexter's private regions. Raising it to his nose, he inhaled the
lingering perfume of his new slave's sex. Closing his eyes, he allowed the
fragrance to invade his sinuses to the point where he almost
fainted. Whether this was true or just play-acting was difficult to
tell. Everyone there knew that it was totally out of character and unlike
the big tough cop to show weakness of any kind. Regaining his composure he
took the sheer black material, tied it over Dexter's mouth and under his
long blond hair and pulled it tight.

"There that should keep you silent for now. Later when we are alone, then I
will remove it so that only I have the pleasure of hearing those screams of
both pain and passion that I intend to inflict on you. Now be silent and
stand still while I make sure that the goods that I have purchased are not
damaged, too badly!" He said as he took this last opportunity to make a
finial inspection of his purchase. First he took both Dexter's cock and his
balls in the palm of his hand and he hefted them as if weighing them or
inspecting to see if they were in working order. With his fingers he next
stripped the foreskin back and ran his finger over the inflamed head
parting the piss-hole. Seeing a pearl of pre-cum ooze out, he flit his
tongue out and licked it clean, savoring its salty taste. Then he turned
the nude body around and reached over with both hands and spread the white
ass mounds apart.  Placing one finger over the rosebud he applied pressure
and probed as deep as he could into the chamber. Ramming it in and out a
few times, he withdrew the invading digit and lifted it to his nose where
he first smelled the sweet aroma and then placed it into his mouth and
sucking on his finger, he proclaimed the boy pussy, to be, both tight and
tasty. Then giving Sultan the OK sign signifying he was happy with the
condition of his purchase he gave the ass a few love slaps and smiled.

"Nice, nice and so far worth every cent I paid for you, Boi. But, as my
dear Mom used to say, 'The proof of the pudding - is in the eating'." He
proclaimed and then he reached around to the rear of his belt and removed
the pair of handcuffs that hung there and after unchaining Dexter's hands
one at a time he brought them down and cuffed them behind his back. Dexter
then felt himself being lifted up and tossed like a sack of grain, over the
cop's broad hard shoulder, his exposed ass held high above his bound
wrists, his blood rushed to his dangling head, which was covered by his
long blond hair. With Dexter's succulent ass thus displayed, he was carried
around the stage. Then, to the cheers and applause of the audience,
flaunting his purchase, Mike carried his trophy down the steps and into the
audience where the cop worked his way through the small crowd of men.

They crowded around to congratulate Mike on his purchase. Unable to resist
this golden opportunity, like vultures, most of them ran their dark fingers
over Dexter's blood drained white ass. A few of them, while patting Mike's
shoulder, reached between the two bodies and fondled the exposed cock and
balls while telling Dexter how lucky he was to have been purchased by the
Police Chief. After making the rounds of the audience, Sultan reluctantly
ordered Yussef to take Mike by the arm and direct him to a suite of rooms
reserved for his special clients.

"See that they have everything they need and want. Tell Mike that I want
that body back in reasonable shape." Sultan said with a tinge of sadness in
his voice, while thinking that it really should have been me fucking
him....

Mike entered the suite and threw the handcuffed boy on the bed and started
to undress himself. After he had removed his shirt he noticed that Sultan
had thoughtfully provided champagne and other delicacies.

Sitting on the bed next to Dexter he removed Dexter's gag and asked, "Would
you care for some refreshments before I fuck the shit out of you?"

"Yes I would, I'm starving. As a matter of fact they have not given me a
thing to eat since I was purged and put on display.  Would you mind
removing these handcuffs so I can eat? I promise not to run away." Dexter
said casting his blue eyes seductively up and down the tall, 6 foot 1 inch
40-year-old man that was now standing bare-chested before him.

"Well I don't know." The Chief said with a smirk on his face. "Sultan said
you were a wild one. But I think I might just be able to handle you."

I'll just bet you can Dexter thought looking at the mass of hard brawn
standing before him with his arms crossed as if daring him to make a run
for it. Mike, unlike most of the Police officials Dexter had known, was
well built. Combine this with the fact that he was rather good looking in a
rugged sort of way, he was not hard to take. His dark hair and brown eyes
made you think he was one handsome guy despite the few visible
imperfections, which only tended to supplement the impression most people
had of the cop. That impression was that this was not a person to fool
with. It was his towering stature and presents that held your
attention. Mike's body was his pride and joy. He loved to show it off. Not
that he was conceded, but facts were facts, and he appeared to have it
all. Being the absolute ruler of the Police Dept., he could run it anyway
he wished. And his wish was to surround himself with young vigorous
men. Those men were men who were not only good looking but were extremely
strong and active both mentally and physically. While he liked women, he
preferred young men both sexually and socially around himself. Not being
one to satisfy himself by sitting behind a desk, drinking coffee and eating
donuts eight hours a day, he maintained his own fitness by being a "working
chief". Early in his career he had established the habit of arising early
every morning and going to the police gym where he worked out. When he
finally became Chief his fixation with physical fitness had shaped his
police force into one of the leanest and most fit in the state. He would
not tolerate fat over weight cops on his force. He set the standard. His
body was the model for the entire force. Any cop who did not meet his high
standards as well as pass bimonthly physical tests that he himself devised
and supervised, was fired on the spot. They all knew the rules and that
there was no appeal. Mike's word was law and if it was one thing his men
feared more than anything else, it was being fired. Aside from the fact of
being held in disgrace, there was the thought of losing all those many
perks that were available as Police Officers in this town. Besides every
cop knew that for every vacancy that occurred, there were at least twenty
young men waiting and eager to take his place.

Seeing Mike standing over him reminded Dexter how Sultan had warned him
about not trying to escape the island. He recalled being lectured that
there was no way he could get away and once he was in the hands of the
cops, even Sultan would not save him. Dexter, by trying to get away, would
have left the protection of his owner and become a fugitive. Nothing Sultan
could do, at that point, would be able to prevent his being raped to death.
First the police would each have their turns and then if he was still alive
the prisoners would lineup for the leftovers. If by some chance he were to
survive this... well no one had ever been know to survive the gang rape, so
there was no use to even think of it.

Looking up at the imposing body towering over him Dexter could believe all
of it now. His eyes moved down from the cop's wind burned almost handsome
face to a muscular neck. There was raw power in that neck. Dexter shivered
as his glance moved down to a set of broad, thickly veined strong
shoulders. The male whore knew those shoulder muscles well as he had felt
them rippling and pressing against his cock and balls when the officer had
carried him around, displaying his ass for all to touch and fondle. Below
the shoulders were two hard, erect reddish-brown nipples set in the center
of massive pectoral muscles that tapered down, in a perfect "V" past a
rippling eight pack to a 34" waist. From there, although at this time
covered by very skin tight pants, his body preceded down over a strong
bubble ass to strong legs that looked like tree trunks.

The word was that he kept those legs as well as the rest of his body toned
by riding his Harley motorcycle everyday. However this was not true, those
regular visits to the police gym and running five miles a day helped. What
he did love about riding his motorcycle was the feeling of real power that
the machine transmitted to him while humming along the road as it vibrated
between his legs. That sensation reminded him of his other love, sex. And
not just plain, ordinary everyday sex. No, while he enjoyed all kinds of
sex, his favorite was 'man-to-man' sex. It was joked that women as well as
men intentionally speeded up when they knew he was on traffic duty in the
hopes of being pulled over by him. While he seldom gave tickets to good
looking young men, it was almost worth the price of the ticket to have him
signal you to pull over off the road while he parked that motorized steed
of his in front of your car. The site of him in that black leather jacket,
those very tight canvas pants and boots as he dismounted that big, black
motorized stallion and swaggered over to your car reminded you of that very
young Mexican actor that played that California Highway Patrol
officer. Those pants of his were so tight that the outline of his ass and
cock could be seen clearly and he knew it and did he flaunt it!

It was almost ludicrous as he stood there asking if the hungry Dexter would
behave himself. "If I un-cuff you, can I trust you to behave yourself?"

"If that's what you want? I can do that!" Dexter said. "The customer is
always right. I can be as wild or meek as you want me to be. I'm here to
please you and right now it looks like you have what it takes to please
me."

"You mean this?" He asked rubbing his fingers over his cloth covered crotch
compressing what little slack there was in the material to reveal the
outline of a rather big cock. "If you want it that much, why don't you
crawl over here, unzip me and fish it out for yourself. Let's see how you
can do that with your hands in cuffs."

"Yes Officer." He said as he struggled to his knees before the big
cop. "I'll try!" Dexter said as he maneuvered himself so that his face was
between the cop's legs. As he rubbed his nose into the groin, he could
smell the man's sexual arousal as well as feel it. Running his nose along
the cloth-covered sex it passed over the zippered fly and made his way to
the pull. Using his teeth he undid his belt and somehow popped the top
button of his pants. Again, using his teeth he maneuvered the clasp down to
the bottom of the fly and with his nose he spread the fly open.  The pants
slid down to his knees exposing the white briefs underwear. Dexter reached
up with his teeth and grabbed the elastic waistband and like an animal,
shaking his head from side to side he lowered the cotton under shorts
enough to expose the 8 inch cut cop dick.

He sat back on his haunches and now boastfully demanded, "There, I did it,
now uncuff me."

Reaching down into his pocket he produced the keys and unlocked them. "A
promise is a promise and I always keep mine." Mike said. "Now what about
something to eat? Or is there something else I can feed you now instead of
food?"

"Yes, we will get to that later but right now there is something you can do
for me," Dexter said, rubbing his wrists to bring back the circulation, "I
feel stupid with you standing there half naked and me freezing my ass
off. Before we eat, either you get undressed or else get me a bathrobe to
put on.  There should be two of them in the bathroom."

"Well Sultan always thinks of everything. Doesn't he?" Mike asked as he
headed to the bathroom. "Tell me was it true what he said about his never
having fucked you?"

"That was the truth. Sultan never fucked me. He taught me everything I know
about the business, but he never put that big cock of his up my ass. He
said he did not want to ruin it for his clients." Dexter said. "In fact
until a few hours before he purchased me--- I had never been even touched
by a man."

Mike, who had gone into the bathroom where he removed the rest of his
clothes, put on one of the robes and then returned with the second one,
handed it to Dexter and said. "Here put this on. I don't want you catching
cold. You know, I find it difficult to believe that he never fucked
you. The Sultan I know always samples his whores."

"Well I don't care what you believe, but it is the truth."

"Never?" the cop again asked incredulously. "And before coming to our town
you were never with a man? Then how did you wind up here as one of Sultan's
whores?"

They sat down to eat as Dexter told him his story of woe. When he had
finished, Mike just sat there shaking his head in disbelief. "That's the
most pitiful story I have ever heard and believe me I have heard them
all. I can hardly believe it. And even if it were true, you know I can't
help you." Mike said as he sipped his drink.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both!"

"But why not? You're an officer of the law; are you not?" Dexter
queried. "It's your sworn duty to uphold the law."

"Yes I am, but as Sultan told you, we have our own laws here and according
to them you belong to Sultan. In a sense I work for him. How do you think I
could afford to pay all that money for one night with an expensive whore
like you?" The cop asked as he reached out and touched Dexter's face
brushing away a tear. "Look kid, I love my job and this town has been very
good to me. One does not eat the hand that feeds you, BOY. Now let's see if
you are worth all that money. Come here and kneel between your master's
legs."

Dexter moved between Mike's legs and lowered himself to his knees. He
reached up and undid the ties on Mike's bathrobe, letting the front fall
open thereby exposing the big slab of semi-hard meat. Dexter felt Mike's
hand on the back of his head pulling his face to the hardening cock. It was
warm and by the time his lips kissed the leaking head that cock was hard as
a rock. Taking the cock deep into his throat Dexter could feel Mike's
fingers in his blond hair as they grabbed fistfuls of the long thick locks
and at first he used them to pull and then push Dexter's handsome face up
and down his big cock. "Yes yes YES! Sultan taught you right! I can see why
he said you were the queen of his harem. That's it, you damn cock hungry
whore, take my cock deep in your throat" He screamed as he began to breath
hard and heavy, ramming his hot poker in and out of Dexter's throat. Then
he pulled away from the sucking whirlpool and with bated breath whispered,
"No you don't you fucking cunt. As good as that mouth of yours is, seven
grand is a lot of money to spend for a blow job. Any street corner whore
can give a good BJ for a lot less. I'm not prepared to dump my first load
of the evening in that sweet mouth of yours. No sonny boi, you are not
going to get off so damn easy. Nope, for that money I want it hot, I want
it hard and I want it long."

Dexter looking up from his kneeling position into the eyes of his first
customer as he reluctantly slid his lips from the hard cock. He leaned back
on his haunches and asked, "I am at your service Master. How can I please
you officer Mike?"

Lifting Dexter up like a rag doll by inserting his strong hands under his
armpits he undid the blonds robe and let it fall to the floor. Mike pulled
the young body to him and buried his lips on first the right and then the
left nipple of the moaning and waning body. Sucking and chewing on the
erect hard nipples and seeing the young body going limp he lifted him in
his arms and carried him once more to the bed.

"You keep carrying me around like this and you will strain yourself, and
then where will your $7000 be." Dexter laughed.

"It will still have been worth it. But don't worry, baby, I am strong as a
bull and I fuck like one and I'm just mean enough so that I will not give
your boss the opportunity to say that his "Queen" put the mighty cop in the
hospital. Hell no! I'm going to eat your ass and fuck the shit out of you
and make you my "Cunt Boi". When I'm finished with you.... You will beg me
to carry off your nude body on my motorcycle and use you as my rear seat
cover!" He said dropping Dexter onto the bed, flipping him on to his belly,
and pushing a few of the pillows under his midsection.

"Now that is as nice an ass presentation as you would ever want to see, but
it is not ready just yet. It looks too cold right now. I hate cold meat. It
needs to be warmed up a lot more."

"Do you think you are the man to warm it up?" Dexter asked. "After all you
only have until after breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Oh, I won't need that long baby."

Running his fingers over Dexter's back starting at the base of his neck and
working down the spine, his finger tips counting each and every boney bump
until they reached the slender waist then spreading them over the hills to
the mountain peaks of his ass and then down, down as if on a toboggan they
slid into the warm moist valley of his hidden treasure. Those thick strong
fingers doing the walking, hiking around those full firm ass cheeks feeling
the softness, yet at the same time the firmness, of that creamy skin. His
caresses send wave upon wave of electric shocks through Dexter's quivering
torso. Into that burning inferno slipped one of the digits of the right
hand and then one of the digits of the left hand. Both fingers probing and
twisting and pulling and spreading apart Dexter's cheeks slowly until he
was able to see the wet interior. He buried his nose into that steaming
cauldron and inhaled the sensual manly odor of Dexter's most personal
private space. His wet tongue soon followed his probing, grasping
digits. In no hurry, slowly, his tongue tip moved like the fangs of a
poisonous snake acting like its antenna, seeking, tasting, and probing,
into the source of its next meal. Back and forth, up and down, and around
the dark interior he worked his dripping tongue, lubricating and getting
the passage ready for the next invader. The tongue exerting gentle pressure
and leaving a coating of saliva, preparing and giving a hint of what was
soon to come.

Withdrawing his hot tongue from the love channel, he continued lapping up
and down the deep valley and then over and around Dexter's balls. His
mouth, lips and tongue then explored the low hanging balls and sucked on
then one at a time. Although he tried, even the mouth of this big-mouthed
cop was too small to devour them both at the same time. So he settled for
taking little nips with his teeth and then he moved on to the super
sensitive area between the balls and the ass. He used his tongue to lap
around and into that wonderful area that drives most men wild with
lust. After a while he moved his mouth a short distance away and just blew
his hot breath there. By this time poor Dexter was almost comatose and
sexually drugged. He could not have been more primed if he had been drugged
with 5 bottles of poppers. He was breathing heavily, moaning deeply,
shaking his head back and forth and pounding the sheets with his fists....

"Fuck me, damn it, plow me deep. Fuck me hard. I want that big cut cop dick
in me. Please, please! I can't take much more of this!" He screamed over
and over with each new assault that was made on his boy pussy.

Laughing, the cop taunted him, "NO not yet! You are not screaming enough
YET! This is only the preface, the foreword, and the preliminary. The main
event is about to begin."

To be continued...