Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2010 16:07:30 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga Chapter #6

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Part 6
By Joystick

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End of Part #5

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."

Part #6

Holy shit, thought Dexter, I'll never last the night. This guy is worse
than an animal. He is going to rip me apart. That cock of his is going to
slash through me like a hot knife cuts through a tub of butter and come out
my mouth. I'll never survive. If I do get out of this alive, I'm going to
kill Sultan. The thought of Sultan made him think back to their training
sessions together. Over and over the big Sudanese's words came back to him
reminding him that the key to surviving a rape or violent sex, is learning
to relax.

"If there is one thing you have to remember it is this," he said. "If the
guy is bigger and stronger than you, there is little you can do to prevent
the rape. You are bound to lose anyway and by fighting it, you only delay
the inevitable and add to your pain and suffering. Most of our clients are
not really looking to hurt you. They are only looking to have a good
time. For that good time they are paying a very high price. They expect to
get their money's worth. All of them have fantasies and you are their means
of fulfilling some of their fantasies and erotic dreams. They are
role-playing and mean you no harm. Once you get to know them, you might
even enjoy their antics. I will do my best to keep out the real nut
cases. However, as much as I try to weed out the real psychopaths, there
are a few clients that for political and other reasons, I just can't stop
from coming here. I must be careful with those bastards. I have to walk a
fine line. Some of them, like the Police Chief, are powerful enough to
close me down. They are just looking for any excuse to do it. If they do
manage to put the lock on the door - then you and all my 'goods' would have
to go on the block. If that happens, your ass goes to the highest bidder
and as I've told you before - you don't want that to happen. Who is going
to want you? There are not too many out there that could afford you? With
the exception of maybe a few rich men or some ugly rich cock hungry female,
the only people that could afford you at a public action, would be the drug
dealers and users who run the lower class brothels in town. Believe me, you
don't want to wind up in their hands."

The best advice Sultan could give him was to enter this world of
role-playing together with the client. Make a game out of it. But never,
let on that you are doing this. If they suspected you are faking they might
really hurt you. One good way to do this is to learn to act. Make like you
are resisting him and scream. I know this is difficult to understand, but
you have to get your body to relax. By relaxing you can take the biggest
cocks, and survive the roughest of rapes without serious injury to
yourself. For some reason, screaming helps you to relax. Tension is your
enemy. It causes your body to become stiff. Flexibility is what you want
and to get this, you must relieve the tension. The more tense your body,
the more you will be hurt. So, as silly as it may sound, you should always
remember to scream. Not only will screaming help you relieve the tension,
but it will also make the customer think he is getting more than what he
paid for. Seduction, so they think is for sissies, rape is for real men and
being a real man is what they are pretending to be. Making your clients
feel like they are real men is what makes a common prostitute into a
courtesan.

All these and other thoughts passed through his blonde head as the cop
positioned him on the bed. He knew he had been trained to take huge
cocks. Sultan had repeatedly inserted several dildos, starting with a small
size and working up to that last humongous dildo. That last dildo, so
Sultan had told him, made him open his backside to the point where it was
almost capable of accommodating a cock the size of Sultan's big
manhood. Now, over and over, Dexter kept telling himself that the Police
Chief could never measure up to that last imitation dick. This cop was
nowhere as big as Sultan, few men were, but he was mean, rough, and
obnoxious. And he was capable of doing him great harm. For all Dexter could
remember, this cop might even be smaller than that bastard, Achmed, the one
that had got him into this mess to begin with. Remembering that slob
brought tears to his eyes. If it hadn't been for that filthy shopkeeper he
would not be on all fours now waiting for this so called law officer to
shove his dick up my ass.

Dexter now felt the cop's strong body slithering and pawing his way up his
back, mounting him like some wild beast in rutting season. It was as if the
cop was a heavy hairy ape who had carried him to his nest and now was about
to take possession of his being. He could feel the tip of his raging cock
acting like a probing master key, rubbing against his ass, searching for
the keyhole to open the lock. He felt the cop's strong hairy arms encircled
his mid-section as the cop adjusted his body and got into position to
penetrate the gates with his steel lance. Harder and harder Mike squeezed
the blonde; pulling and yanking his body back against his cock. Grabbing
Dexter's long blonde hair and using it as horse reins he pulled his head
back, arching his body as his dick pushed and forced its way into his ass.

Son of a bitch, Sultan was wrong - this bastard was hurting his ass. The
cop yelled at him, "take my cock, babe. I'm going to rape that sweet ass of
yours and rip it to shreds if you don't let me in! Didn't that black
bastard teach you anything? I know you're not a virgin, but you sure are
tight." Then it happened the head pounded against the locked door and the
gate opened a faction. Suddenly the hard dry cock head burst into his boy
pussy as the cop pushed in, like a voracious thief in search of booty. In
it went almost in one forceful smash. Forcing its way all the way in until
there was nothing left to plunder. Dexter screamed bloody blue murder. The
sound hit the ceiling reverberating and bouncing from one wall to
another. Most of the Clients and whores that were in the establishment
stopped what they were doing for a few seconds, and wondered what the hell
was going on. For a moment or two, some of them thought that perhaps the
Police were raiding the establishment. But then they remembered that the
police chief was himself a customer tonight and that the screams were most
likely coming from that new whore for which he had paid that ridiculous sum
of money. Laughing, they thought that Mike was just being Mike, and was
just living up to his reputation.

"That's it babe. That's what I want to hear. Scream! Scream, you no good
whore." Whispered Mike into Dexter's ear, "that's what I want to
hear. Scream!" he said over and over again, raising his voice and then he
lowered his mouth to the exposed nap of Dexter's neck and bit him hard and
shook his head back and forth just as a wild Panther does when he takes
possession of his mate. Holding Dexter's neck in his mouth and using his
strong arms to keep him in place, the cop humped, pumped and pounded
Dexter's body wildly. He continued to do so even as the young man ceased
struggling and passed into that dark, deep hole of near
unconsciousness. Mike fucked the comatose body over and over until he
sprayed his seed deep into the anal cavity of the now numb body beneath him
and then he rolled off his exhausted prey. "You no good whore, you passed
out on me. I'm not finished yet. I want more!" He flipped him over on his
back, lifted his legs to his shoulders and punched his cock repeatedly into
the now well spermed hole and fucked him again and again.

Hearing the scream in his office, Sultan sitting at his desk, bolted up,
knocking over his chair, and ran to the door. Flinging the door open, he
almost ran into Yussef. "What the hell was that?" he asked him.

"Must be Dexter, Mike must be riding him like he rides that motorcycle of
his."

"I told you to warn him that I wanted Dexter back alive. We got to stop
him. He will kill him." Sultan said.

"No you don't. Leave them alone. It's good for business. You trained Dex
well, but you know how Mike is. If he comes out of there smiling and not
asking for his money back - we have it made. Every man in the county will
want a night with your blonde sexpot. You know how our clientele loves to
brag. They will all want to try to make Dexter say they made him scream as
much as Mike did. Money, money, we will be rolling in it. Go back in your
office and stuff your ears with cotton or something. I'll watch."

"Ok. But just in case, I want you to stay near that door. If it gets too
loud, or if you feel he is in real danger, you are to bust in there and
stop that son of a bitch before he kills my prize whore. I don't care if he
is the fucking Chief of Police. That bastard can't kill one of my whores."
Sultan instructed him. "A dead whore is of no use to us if we can't
continue to rent him out. I already had to pay medical bills to repair that
boy's ass hole. And I'm not going to make that fucking doctor richer every
time some client plows that blonde's asshole! "

Yussef ran and posted himself at the door of the room. His ear to the door,
he listened and soon heard the renewed sounds of the bed bouncing up and
down. Dexter must have recovered. Now and then he heard Mike laugh and tell
Dexter what a great fuck he was. He relaxed when he heard Dexter begin to
beg Mike to fuck him harder. Then there were quiet times when he heard just
the sounds of kissing and sucking; these were followed by short periods of
silence. Finally, Yussef thought he heard Mike laughing and then say at
last that Dexter was a great fuck and he was satisfied for the time being.

"I broke my record. I came six times in one night! You were worth every
cent I paid for you. Don't tell Sultan I said that. Now let's both try to
get some sleep." The chief bragged, "maybe we will continue in the
morning."

By that time it was about five AM. It became still in the room and then the
only thing the Arab servant could hear was snoring. Thank God he thought
and then he, himself, went to sleep.

Later that morning Yussef arose and prepared breakfast, which he served to
both Dexter and Mike in bed. Upon entering he was glad to see Dexter was
still alive. Mike sat up and ate like a horse, Dexter like a bird. Yussef
left the room and after, eating Mike again wanted to fuck Dexter. He would
have, too, but the pounding on the door stopped him. "It's 10:30 AM and
your time's up. You've had your breakfast and more than your money's
worth." Shouted Sultan as he forced his way into the room.

"Well you can't blame a guy for trying. He was worth every cent of it too."
Mike said patting Dexter on the ass and getting out of bed. "You wouldn't
think of selling him to me, would you?" He asked as he pulled on his pants.

"Well, perhaps I might. But first I'll have the doctor look him over and
assess the damage you've done to him. You and that big cock of yours may
have ruined him. He may not be worth keeping now." Sultan cried, "He was
worth three quarters of a million. But that was before you got your filthy
hands on him. Now, I'm lucky if I can get a half million. It all depends on
his healing ability. If he heals quickly, I may be able to use him as a
house servant, like Yussef, for a while. I think I will be able to absorb
the loss for a few days. However, if he doesn't heal fast, I will be forced
to sell him and you may have him for two hundred and fifty thousand." Then
to Dexter he said, "You, you worthless piece of shit, get your sorry ass
out of bed and report to Yussef, upstairs."

After Dexter left, Mike handed Sultan $500. "Give this to the kid, he was
great in bed. You better treat him well because if you don't, you'll have
me to answer to. I would like to buy him from you. Right now I'll give you
one hundred thousand. That would make you a very nice profit. From what I
hear you almost stole the kid from that slime ball, Achmad. You would be
well advised to take it. You might not know it, but the kid is planning on
escaping. The fool even begged me to help him. I refused to help in any
way. There is no need for me to give him any assistance. I'm sure he will
try soon and I don't need to remind you that when he does, he leaves your
protection and enters mine. When that happens, you can be sure, I will get
my hands on him and you will never see him again. There will be no jail for
that one as the others I've recovered for you. Hell no! I'll not let my
deputies or the prisoners near him. I'll keep him locked up in my house and
you and everyone else in this fucking town can go to hell if you think I'm
going to let you or anyone else touch him!"

Sultan chuckled and said, "hmmm, one hundred thousand - was he that good?
Maybe I'll try him myself. Don't worry, Chief, I'll take good care of
him. This one won't get away from me! Even if I have to chain him up. Now
you finish dressing and get back to protecting our little town. Next time
you come here I might even give you a discount on any other whore you might
want, but Dexter is not included in that deal."

The Chief left the building in a happy mood, mounted his motorcycle,
started the engine and with a mighty roar that reverberated throughout the
parking lot, left the area. Sultan smiled, knowing that the entire town
would soon be informed that their Police Chief had a very successful night
at 'Sultan's House of Delights'. He watched, smiled and shaking his head,
ran upstairs to the apartment to check on Dexter.

"How are you feeling? Did that bastard hurt you? Come, lay on the bed and
let me exam you."

Dexter lay on the bed exposing his rear end for Sultan's
examination. "Don't be such a mammy. I'm O.K., just a little sore. He
really didn't hurt me that much. He was rough, but not too bad. I should be
fine in a day or two."

"Then what the hell was all that screaming about last night? It sounded
like he was killing you. I had Yussef stay by your door last night - just
in case. I was almost going to bust in and throw out that son of a
bitch. From now on we will have to set up a code word you can yell if a
customer is getting too rough."

"What the hell did you expect? Hey, I was just doing what you taught me to
do. You said to scream and act like he was killing me. Make the client
think you have never seen such a big cock. Act like a pure, sweet and
untouched virgin. Those were your very instructions."

"Well that was some acting then. You sure scared the piss out of everyone
here." Sultan slapped Dexter's ass, turned him over and took him in his
arms and kissed him. "You sure you are OK? You're not just saying that just
to please me are you?

"And why should I want to please you? He could have killed me for all you
care!"

"I do care, you are my little moneymaker. You did well, and look, you
earned a $500 tip to boot. I told you, you were going to be a big
moneymaker for us.  And it looks like I was right. Now I want you to rest a
day or so, then we can put you back 'on line', babe."

"You going to give me a room of my own or will I have to move into the
dormitory."

"No, baby, for the time being, you stay right here in my room when you're
not working so I can keep an eye on you. I don't want you associating with
the riffraff. We have to keep you high class. No telling what them common
whores will teach you. Besides there is still much I haven't taught you."

So for the next few days, Dexter rested up. Sultan hovered over him like he
was guarding his life. He kept him a virtual prisoner in his room. Dexter
was going stir-crazy.

"You really should let me get some fresh air and sunlight. I am going to
waste away up here. I need some exercise." Dexter complained. "I'm really
feeling good now."

"I don't want the sun to tan you, my love. The whiter your skin is, the
more I like it. And what's more important is the fact that my customers
prefer you light skinned and blonde. They love to see their dark skinned
cocks sinking into that white ass of yours. I, myself, get a charge seeing
my black hands moving over that smooth white body of yours. You know it is
true what they say about us blacks; we are bigger and hornier than
whites. And we do love blondes. Especially good-looking ones like you. Look
at all those black athletes. They can have their pick of any black beauty
they want and there are plenty of them that would love all that money and
sex.  But do they? No they don't. Are they not always screwing blondes?
Light skinned beauties like you look so vulnerable, so sexy; we feel the
need to protect you. I, myself, feel that you are like some delicate white
lily in a field of dark weeds that are threatening to engulf you and you
are screaming for protection," Sultan said as he ran his fingers over
Dexter's skin, his fingers rubbing over his chest and resting on his
nipples. And then lowering his mouth to the young man's pink lips, he
kissed him and enfolded him in his arms and let out a big sigh. "Ahhhhh!
What a waste! This face, this body, and what have I turned you into? A
whore. And not just a common prostitute, but also one every man in this
town would love to take to bed. Perhaps you were right, Dexter, I should
let you go."

"But you won't, will you? Why not?" Dexter asked. "It is not just the
money, is it?"

"Don't get the wrong idea. Yes it is the money! Damn it! I'm a greedy Whore
Master and you are going to be my chief moneymaker. If you think I love
you, you are wrong. If it's one thing I know - it's that I'm not in love
with you. I can't fall in love with you."

He took Dexter's face in his hands and kissed him gently on the lips again
and then, as the young lips parted, he inserted his tongue and searched the
inside of his mouth. He ran his tongue tip over the guy's teeth and
plummeted his mouth with his probing tongue. Then, pulling away from him,
he looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Damn you, I can't afford to be in
love with you, but I am. I am in love with you! What the fuck am I to do
now?"

"Free me!" Dexter whispered. "If you did love me, you would free me."

"You know I can't do that. I know as soon as I did that you would be out of
here and on your way out of the county and I would never see you again."

"I just might want to stay here with you. But you have no way of knowing
that, until I am free and able to make my own decisions."

"No, you little vixen, I am not going to chance that. Do you really think
I'm that much of a fool?" said Sultan grabbing and holding him close and
sucking on his earlobe. "Why would I? What the hell is love anyway? I can
have you anytime I feel like it and you will have to like it or I will beat
the hell out of you. But I won't do that, because while I love to think of
myself as compassionate, I really am a cold hardnosed businessman. Now stop
this shit about freedom. You are my slave and you will remain so until
either I or my customers get tired of you. Forget it, It's time for you to
get back to work. Let's put that white ass of yours to work making us lots
of money."

Seeing no way out of his dilemma, Dexter returned to work and began earning
money hand over fist. The wealthy men of the town all asked for him when
they showed up at Sultan's. They were the only ones that could afford his
services. Although his nightly fees did go down a bit, he still commanded
and got rather substantial fees. They had leveled off at about $2500 to
$3000 for a night. Men still wanted him as it was said that he only
improved as time went by.

In order to keep the town's cock hungry men interested, now and then Sultan
would take Dexter with him when he went shopping. He had a metal neck
collar placed around his neck and when weather permitted he would strip
Dexter to the waist and lead him around the bazaar on a dog chain. Dexter
knew it was all for show as there was no way he could escape. He knew that
if he did try to run, he would soon be rundown and raped, if not by the
towns sex hungry men then by the cops. Sultan told him it was good for
business. It was like advertising. Men would come up and run their hands
over his chest and some even went so far as to feel his ass. There was
little Dexter could do as Sultan, who would always carry a small 'cat of
nine tails' would wave it at the drooling men and tell them, "You can only
look. If you want more - it is going to cost you." And as usual they would
either smile and lower their hands or show up at Sultan's with money in
their hands as well a nice tip for Dexter.

Some of them even sent additional personal gifts. A few of the more
prosperous clients sent expensive clothes for him to wear during their next
visits. One even presented him with a very expensive silk harem outfit,
embroidered with gold and silver threads. The silk was so sheer that it
appeared to be transparent. He insisted Dexter wear this flowing outfit
while dancing before him. To provide musical accompaniment the client had
hired live musicians to play that sensuous and enticing Arabic belly dance
music.  While Dexter danced, the client helped the near nude dancer remove
one piece of clothing at a time, slowly and seductively, while his eyes,
his fingers, his tongue and his mouth devoured every newly exposed inch of
naked skin. Rich men fell over themselves making appoints for Dexter's
evenings. Sultan had been wrong. He had hoped to have one rich man as
Dexter's 'sponsor', but instead he now had all of the rich men of the
county wanting him as a lover. Dexter was worth a fortune to him and the
two of them were raking in the money to such an extent that "Sultan's House
of Delights" became not only the best brothel, but, it's owner became the
richest and most powerful man in town.

Then one day while Dexter and Sultan were in the Bazaar, who but Achmed,
the storekeeper, happened to spot them...

To be continued...