Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2011 17:58:56 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/Dexter's Saga

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Part 8
By Joystick

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End of Part 7

"Take care of yourself, my old friend.  Don't let that little shopkeeping
bastard worry you - you have nothing to fear from him."

Sultan smiled as he left the Judge's house and walked home. Both he and the
Judge had an understanding and he knew that it would hold, as he had not
even mentioned Achmed in their conversation..........

Part 8

The Judge, too, felt he had reached an understanding with Sultan. A deal
had been consummated. Maybe not so much a legal deal, but one that would be
honored never the less to the death. Dexter would remain as Sultan's
property, at least for the time being. As his property, Sultan would do
anything to keep that blond slave in his employ. After all, that slave must
be earning him a mint of money. By my affirming legal ownership of Dexter
to Sultan, I will gain the right to demand certain favors from the
pimp. Perhaps this could be the answer to my own problems as well, thought
the Judge. No more will I have to suffer at the hands of that cold bitch,
my wife. Ever since I married that rotten woman, I have looked for some hot
sex and that bitch would not give it to me. Not only that but she prevents
me from going to a place like Sultan's. I am a man who wants and needs lots
of sex. When I first married that bitch, I had thought this wife would
satisfy my needs. But I soon realized that she was a dead fish. She hated
either sex or me. I could not tell which and after a while I did not
care. Once in a while she would let me fuck her, but never would she act
like she wanted it. Not that she was not beautiful in her own way. In the
old days I would have just beat her into submission. But now one could not
so easily do that. There was that family of hers. Coming from that grand
family that spawned her, she considered 'His Honor' to be beneath her
socially. How could her father have done this to her? How could he match
her up with that low-life? Cold and bitchy, it was like humping a dead
body. He got up and walked over to the fireplace, removed the old Hookah
water pipe from the mantel, filled it with some hashish, then he placed it
on the coffee table and lit it. After inhaling the sweet smoke he leaned
back into his comfortable chair and let his mind fill with thoughts of the
good old days when he was neither good nor old. After a few more drags on
the pipe he thought to himself, who am I kidding? These are the good
days. I am the law now and I should be able to enjoy a good piece of ass,
male or female, whenever I want. If that wife of mine won't give me any, I
can find it in Sultan's place. If she doesn't like it, what can she do?
Nothing! There is nothing she can do about it. I am the Judge and no lawyer
will dare to oppose me in my court. Who would take her case? If I play my
cards right, happy times are here again! Yes, the good old days are back
again and the real beauty of it is that now, Sultan will be beholden to
me. Yes, I can see it now. Not only don't I have to pay for it, but also, I
can have it delivered on a golden plate to my place at the lake. I can
order it just like a Pizza.

A few weeks later, the case came up in closed court. Sultan, in order to
prove to Dexter how hopeless was his situation, had permitted the slave to
accompany him to court. He wanted to vanquish all thoughts of
emancipation. The Judge had decided to hear the case in his chambers.
After hearing all the evidence, the Judge not only ruled in Sultan's favor,
he made Achmed pay all court costs and admonished his lawyer for even
bringing this matter before the court.

"You know, I should recommend to the local bar that you be suspended from
practicing the law."

"But, Your Honor, my client insisted I bring suit. I did try to settle this
out of court."

"There was nothing to settle. You should have advised your client that this
court is too busy to waste its time on idiocy like this," the Judge raged
on. "There is no basis for assuming that the sale was illegal. It was
registered with the court and both parties agreed to it. If I were to
overturn that ruling I would be saying that the court was a party to a
fraud. The law is the law. I'll let it go for this time, but if it happens
again, I will throw you out of my court with my own two hands and see to it
that you do not practice law in this, or any other county, again. Now, is
that understood? I do not want to see this happen again. Now get out of my
court."

As they were heading back to Sultan's place to celebrate, Sultan placed his
arm around Dexter and said, "See, I told you that you had nothing to worry
about. Was I right or what?"

"Yes, you were. I would not like to be on the wrong side of that judge. I
thought he would string up Achmed right there in court." Dexter said. "That
judge scared me, I did not like the way he looked at me. I thought he was
going to lock me up, too.

"I don't think he had that in mind. He might want to lock you up but not in
Jail. No, we do not have anything to worry about there," the whoremaster
said. "Once he saw you, he had no intention of returning you to that
pig. He almost devoured you with his eyes and he was not going to send you
back to that rapist. He may be as corrupt as they come, but he is not a
fool."

"What do you mean?"

"Just wait! You'll see. He will be calling me to make an appointment to see
you soon. Do not be fooled by him. He may look harmless, but he is a
Bedouin and they are crafty and dangerous. He would not be a bad friend for
the both of us to have. Even more than the Police Chief, he is the most
powerful man in town. No one crosses him. Not even our town fathers. For
some reason that I can't fathom, the only one that could and does have any
sway over him is his wife, or so he says. Perhaps this is because her
family money helped to set him up here in town. He was dirt poor, a
Bedouin, but now he is rich in his own right and is beginning to feel his
oats."

Within two days Sultan came to Dexter and said, "I told you so. I just got
a call from the Judge. He would like you to join him for a fishing trip at
his lodge this coming week. I told him that you were all booked up and
could not find the time. He was disappointed and insisted that he wanted
you to join him. We argued a bit and I said I would ask you."

"Since when do I have any choice in the men I have to entertain. As long as
he can afford me, I must service him."

"Well this one is not going to pay and not only that, the bastard wants you
for the whole week! We will be out a lot of money, but you could use a
vacation and ..." he let his voice trail off.

"A vacation is not having to work and somehow I think I will be working
very hard. It will be like a bus driver's holiday. The only thing different
will be the change in geography." Dexter said and then the thought came
into his mind that maybe, if it were far away from town, he might be able
to escape. "Where is this place of his?" he asked.

"He has this hunting and fishing lodge up on the lake. I have not seen it,
but I hear that it is beautiful. It belonged to his father-in-law at one
time. How or why he got it is a mystery to me. Anyway he has had the land
and lake all fenced in. It's his private estate, which he uses as an escape
to get away from everyone and everything. No one is permitted to come
there. I understand that when he is there, he has the police patrol the
perimeter just to keep his wife out." Sultan laughed. "That's the way he
maintains his sanity or so he says."

Well, thought Dexter, I might just go there, case-out the joint and see if
I could arrange to escape from this loony bin myself.

"You tell the Judge that I will be happy to cast my bate in his pond and to
please make arrangements for my transportation. I do need some time away
from this place. What kind of clothes will I need?"

"I really don't think you will be acting like a fashion plate, most of the
time he will have you nude, however it might be advisable to take some
jeans, 'T' shirts, a denim jacket and a floppy hat to keep the sun off you
face. Then you will need a pair of swim trunks, preferably a bikini. Some
canvas shoes and possibly one of our sleeping togas. I think that will do."
Sultan laughed, "Oh yes and a tooth brush and an enema bag as well."

"You make the arrangements." Dexter said. "I'll be ready.

Monday morning came and the sky was clear blue and the day promised to be
warm. Dexter was dressed in jeans that were threadbare in all the right
places and hung low on his slim waist. A blue denim jacket covered a white
tank top. On his head a navy denim work hat cocked at a rakish angle
covered his blond wavy hair that had been cut and hung loose to his
collar. His other clothes were packed into a small leather suitcase.

"You have all you need?" Sultan asked. "It gets cold in the mountains at
night?

"I think so."

"Good. Here is a bag with condoms and lube. The Judge will most likely have
some but I thought - just in case. He may not want to use any, but that is
up to you. Be a good boy and make me proud. The Judge is sending a car for
you. It should be here soon."

Just as he finished saying that, a Jeep Cherokee pulled up to the door and
a driver got out took Dexter's bag and opened the rear door for Dexter. He
placed the suitcase in the back. As Dexter strapped in, the driver
returned, sat in the front, started the car and they pulled away, quickly
leaving the town behind.

Dexter had not realized that the Island was so big. They climbed into the
hills and were soon off the main road and onto a back road made up of two
tire tracts. No wonder the Judge had sent a Jeep. The tires bumped and
picked along for 20 minutes and then came up to a high steel fence with
razor wire on top. They traveled along the road until they stopped before a
gate. The fence, the driver pointed out surrounded about 150 acres of
forest, lake and property. That razor wire is electrified and prevents
people from jumping the fence. There was a roadway outside the fence, which
allowed police cars to patrol when the Judge was in residence. Nothing
could be seen from the roadway except trees and occasional glimpses of a
beautiful lake. The driver used the call box to gain entrance. The gate
opened and the driver drove down a winding road till he came to a log cabin
that was hidden from the road by pine trees. Dexter looked in awe and fell
in love with the place.  For the first time since coming to this Island, he
felt good. The driver stopped the car, got out, took Dexter's bag and put
it on the porch then opened Dexter's door and helped him out. Dexter took a
deep breath, filling his lungs with the odor of pine as he climbed the
steps to the porch. Again he breathed in the air and almost felt free. The
driver tipped his hat and said goodbye and took off back up the road. Just
as he was about to knock, the Judge opened the front door.

"Welcome to my nest," the Judge, said smiling. "I'm glad you accepted my
invitation to spend the week with me. Do you fish or hunt?"

"Thank you for the invitation. You have a beautiful place here Judge. Had I
known it was this nice, I would have begged you for an invitation. I have
done some fishing but mostly off a dock, with hook and line stuff, I never
owned a rod or gun."

"I'm sure you have a very nice rod there," the Judge said taking Dexter
around and patting his crotch. "My name is Yethro, but you can call me
Judge, everyone does."

"I'd rather call you by your name as calling you Judge sounds so cold. I'm
Dexter, but they call me Dex for short. Is there someplace where I can
unpack my bag?"

"Since this is my private get-away, I only have the one bedroom, but there
is plenty of drawer and closet space. You can put your stuff in the empty
dresser and use the closet for anything you want to hang up. Come, I'll
show you."

They walked through a very large room that served as the kitchen, dining
and living room area then into another room. "This is the bedroom and the
bathroom is thru that door. It's not a big place but there is plenty of
room and the area is beautiful. There is running water, heat and electric
light. However, most times, I like to use the fireplace in the living room
and hurricane lamps. I have them on hand as sometimes the electricity goes
out and it helps to have emergency supplies around. I also have a gas
generator in the outbuilding, just in case we have a power problem."

"You seem to be prepared for anything. Can I put my stuff in this dresser
and the bathroom?"

"Yes, put it anywhere you find space. I want you to feel like this is your
place. Make yourself at home. Are you hungry, I could make you lunch?"

"Yes, I can eat - but just a sandwich will do." Dexter said as he turned
around and placed his suitcase on the king size bed and opened it. He
placed his clothes in the drawer. He looked around and found an empty
drawer in the night table and placed the bag Sultan had given him in
it. Then he placed the rest of his toiletries in the bathroom and returned
to the bedroom just as Yethro was coming back into the room.

"Lunch is ready, will you have coffee, tea or milk?"

"I think that there is something I would like to do first before we sit
down to eat. You know - just to break the ice and set our minds at ease."

"And what is that?" the Judge asked...

Dexter walked up to the Judge and took him in his arms and pulled him close
and looked into his eyes and placed his lips upon the Judge's lips and
kissed him. The Judge was shocked at first but quickly recovered and pulled
Dexter even closer and returned the kiss with passion. Their tongues tasted
each other and Dexter could hear the Judge moan and he felt his manhood rub
against his leg.

"Hmmmmmm, I like. A nice way to break the ice," the Judge moaned as he
broke the kiss and pulled away from Dexter. "But why?"

"Why? Just to ease the situation and also I just wanted you to know how
much I wanted to thank you for not sending me back to Achmed. That was the
first reason but not the real reason. The real reason is that you are a
very good-looking man. There was something that attracted me to you when I
first saw you in court. You were so virulent, powerful and really in
charge. Sitting behind that big desk of yours making life and death
rulings. Like this was your realm and here you ruled. No one was going to
tell you how to run the show. The tower of power and yet a slight touch of
compassion and pity. I may be wrong but I thought I felt a connection;
there was a slight soft glow in your eyes when you looked at me.. I thought
about you a lot and I can't tell you how happy I was when Sultan told me
you had called. When he told me he had refused to let you see me, I
insisted and made him change his mind."

"Now why would you want to do that? I'm so much older than you. You could
and do have any man in this town. And if Sultan were to permit it, you
could have any of the young women also, Yet, you say you want me, an old
man who is past his prime. Are you sure?"

"What has age got to do with anything? I'm weird and have always had this
thing for mature men. However, you are not that old! I know everyone thinks
I'm seventeen. I am older than I look. I'm twenty-one. Not that age has
anything to do with it. I felt your hard manhood when you kissed me before
and that is all the age I.D. I need. I must add that it also helps that you
are still in very good physical shape. I'll bet your wife is happy and I
can see that you will make me very, very happy," Dexter said as he again
kissed the man on his lips.

"I'll bet you say that to all your rich clients," the Judge smiled when
their lips parted..

Laughing Dexter said, "you caught me and perhaps I do. But they are paying
customers who I have to service. You on the other hand I did not have to
see. It was I that made Sultan call you back. You may not believe it, but
give me a chance and if you will let me, I intend to make you happy, but
first let's eat."

They went out into the kitchen and Dexter sat at the rough table and the
Judge served him lunch. The Judge sat beside him and watched him eat. As he
ate the Judge placed his hand on Dex's crotch and rubbed it. Smiling he
said, "I see you are aroused also. It is hard for a man to fake such
arousal. Do you mind if I???

"No I don't mind. In fact, I like it. I think in my fantasies I pictured
you as a robust lover. I hope you are not turned off by my lust for you."

"What you said before about my making my wife happy... it is not
true. Well, I try, but these days she won't let me near her any
more. According to her all sex is dirty. She says I'm a pig for wanting her
to do anything but the missionary position. It's been hell from the
beginning. Allah knows I've tried, but ...." And he let his voice trail
off. "Tell me about yourself. How does Sultan treat you? Has he had sex
with you or does he keep you only for the paying customers. Are your
clients good to you?"

"Well, Judge, there is no use in kidding you. I am Sultan's slave, he
treats me very well, but I'm still a slave. Some of my clients are nice,
but to them I'm still a whore and that is how they treat me. What can I
say? I want my freedom, but I will never get it until Sultan decides he has
had it with me and that I can no longer make money for him. I am caught
between the rock and the hard place and there is no way out. I have come to
feel that it is even a waste of time to try."

The Judge was taken aback by what he said. "Young man, the law is the law
and there is not much you can do about it. I know there are things about
the system that are not right, but there is just so much I can do about
it. We have tried to live by Sharia law for hundreds of years and it has
served us well."

"I know you are powerless to help me. I know and I don't ask that of
you. Like you say 'the law is the law". I just want to be treated like a
human and not property."

The Judge got up and walked around and stood behind the seated
Dexter. Kneeling down he reached and ran his fingers through his blond
hair, lifting it to his nose and smelling the fragrance. Then he ran his
hands over his shoulders and over his chest. "I would not say that I was
completely powerless to help you. We will see what the future brings,
however, if you will forgive me, my dear boy, but I can't help but treat
you like property. You see I want to possess you. I can't help it," he
cried the tears coming down his cheeks as he leaned down and kissed the nap
of Dexter's neck and he moved his lips up to the ear lobe and sucked on it.

"MMMM, that feels so good. It's wonderful to be with a gentle lover. Most
of my men are rough." Dexter said as he turned his head and met the Judge's
hungry lips and after kissing him continued, "Don't get the idea that I
don't like rough, but the first time it should be slow and sensuous. At
least until we get to know and trust each other."

"Yes, slow and sensuous," Yethro said as he got up and patting Dexter's arm
said, "You are right, no need to rush. We do have this entire week to get
to know one another. As much as I would love to haul you up, sling you over
on my shoulder and carry you off to bed right now, there is the matter of
supper to think about. First things first. We should go out on the lake and
try a bit of fishing. You change into some shorts... I'll clean up here and
get the fishing gear together. Then we can take out the boat and see if we
can earn our supper. This is a fishing trip after all - is it not?"

"It's your party and I have come prepared. What should I wear? Is this good
enough or should I change to shorts?"

"You might want to go for a swim later. Did you bring a swimsuit?"

"Yes I did? I'll put it on under my pants. I can't expose too much shin to
the sun. Sultan doesn't like me getting too sunburned. Fair skin is at a
premium here in this town and he says his clients like my fair skin, and
blond hair. It is a change of pace for most of them."

"I think I can agree with him on that. You do have very fair and smooth
skin. However a little sun is good for you. If you do go in, I'll rub you
down in sun lotion. Let's get a move on."

Dexter went into the bedroom to change and he could hear Yethro washing
dishes and cleaning up the kitchen area. He heard the outside door open and
close several times. When he had changed, he reentered the kitchen and saw
that the Judge had gathered some fishing equipment and had set it out on
the porch.

"Are you ready yet?" he asked and Dexter nodded his head and joined him on
the porch. "Good, give me a hand with this gear."

They walked down the pathway to a wooden dock sticking out into the
lake. There were two boats, a Chris-Craft Corsair 25 inboard and a flat
bottom aluminum rowboat with a small outboard motor.

"WOW! Now that is what I call a boat. A bit big for this lake, but I like
your style."

"Yes it is powerful, but don't be fooled, this is no small lake. Then
again, I sometimes like to take it and put it into the ocean. Maybe I'll
let you drive it later, just for fun. For fishing we use the flat
bottom. It is easier to keep clean."

They loaded up the equipment and the Judge took his place in the stern by
the motor and they shoved off. The motor was soon started and they headed
out around the lake. Dexter could now see that the lake was not as small as
he had thought. This cove was only a small part of a much larger body of
water.

"You own this entire lake?"

"Yes, and all the land around it. It originally belonged to my wife's
family. They had hopes of opening it up as a fancy hotel site. Before they
could do that they came upon a few hard times and I handled a few difficult
legal matters for them. In payment they offered me a good deal, this land
and their daughter. They were very wealthy and had only this rather plain
daughter. So, as is the custom among our people they also included her in
the deal. Need I say more? At the time I felt I was getting older and there
was not much better that a struggling lawyer from Bedouin stock could hope
to get. Later, I was offered millions for the property, but I could not see
destroying the natural beauty of the place. So, to protect it, I fenced it
off and kept it as my personal retreat."

"And you accepted her as your wife?" Dexter asked.

"I know it was a mistake, but at the time, as I said, it looked like a good
deal."

They dropped anchor and the Judge set up Dexter's equipment and showed him
how to cast and then did the same for himself. It wasn't long before both
of them had bites and were reeling in some nice sized fish.

"They are biting today, I've never had this much luck," Dexter said. "Four
beauties and we have only been out an hour. Is there a limit or can we take
as many as we want."

"No limit, I have the lake stocked every year and you can take as many as
you want. But let's save a few for another day. I think we have enough for
supper now. Why don't you put the rod down and take in the sun? Strip down
to your trunks and I'll rub you down with sunscreen."

Dex did what was requested and then stood facing the Judge in his skimpy
bikini. Yethro, who had unscrewed the top of the lotion, stared with his
mouth open and almost passed out.

"Come sit down beside me while I rub this stuff on you. Come let me oil up
my Greek god."

Dexter sat down and watched the Judge as his shaking hands apply the oily
concoction over his shoulders and back. Then he continued rubbing the
liquid over his chest and legs. After he had finished Dexter took the
lotion and smiling said, "Your turn, strip or do you want me to do it for
you?" Hearing no answer, he placed the lotion on the seat and started to
undo the Judge's shirt and removed it from his bare shoulders. Next he
undid the belt and unzipped his pants. Only half surprised, he discovered
that Yethro was 'commando'. Smiling he continued to strip the clothes from
his frame. For a man in his mid-forties the judge had a damn nice hard
body. And it was hard. All seven or so inches. Next he removed the man's
shoes. Taking the lotion and pouring some onto his palms and starting at
his toes he worked the lotion in to the skin and worked his way up his legs
till he reached his balls. Leaving them uncovered he moved to his shoulders
and worked his way downward. He stopped at the judge's ass cheeks. Reaching
over the side of the boat he rinsed his hands off and dried them
off. Looking into the judge's eyes he leaned over and kissed him as he took
his manhood into his hand and held him. The older man just melted into his
arms and closed his eyes and gasped.

"I'm going to give you what you want now, Yethro. I hope I haven't read you
wrong. I know you need this and I hope you want it as much as I do." He
lowered his mouth to the hard cock and licked the end with the tip of his
tongue. He flit the tip of the tongue in and out of the cock eye. Then he
circled the cut head and opened his mouth and devoured the cock taking it
all the way in and down to the root. As the head of the judge's cock
entered his throat, the Judge screamed and shot his load. Swallowing the
cummmmmmm Dexter with his lips tight around the shaft drew back, sucking
the rod hard. The poor Judge thought his balls were being sucked up his
cock shaft. Dexter repeated this several times, but the Judge was spent and
his cock too sensitive to continue.

Moaning and then crying the poor man pounded his fists against the boat
seat. Screaming, laughing and crying he pulled Dexter's face off his cock
and kissed him passionately, over and over. His lips sucking and nibbling
on Dexter's nose, ears, cheeks and throat. His tongue tasting his own cum
and licking Dexter clean of his love offering.

"I'm so sorry I came so fast. I did not intend to do that. I could not
control myself. It has been years since I have cummm that way. It was like
I was a young boy again and it was my first time. It was so wonderful, so
hot. I felt like I was a virgin. I was totally out of control. You are
wonderful, I loved it and I want more, much more," he said as he reached
down and reached into the waistband of the tight bikini and groped at
Dexter's ass, his fingers gripping and squeezing. "I want this and I want
to make love to you. My wife never touches me. She never kisses me and
never even looks at my cock, let alone sucks it. It's, like I would infect
her. When we do have sex-it has to be done at night with the lights
out. Like sex is a dirty thing. But with you - it is pure, it is clean, it
is love and should be enjoyed. It shouldn't be hidden in the dark of night
but done in the light of the sun, open, clean and in the fresh air.... Yes,
Allah is great and wonderful and so are you!" he rambled on.

"There are those who would not agree with you on that," Dexter said
smiling. "But they are not living in our world. This is our world and our
reality - the cabin, the lake, this week, you and me together. Let's live
them as if they were not a fantasy, but real!"

The Judge pushed down the skimpy bikini and Dexter removed it and lay
beside the aging jurist. They snuggled up to each other and kissed and fell
asleep in the bottom of the boat as the water lapped at the aluminum
sides. The slow, delicate movement of the boat up and down and the heat of
the sun lulled them to sleep, but only for a short interval as some water
foul started to honk and awoke them.

"We better get back to the dock," Yethro moaned. I have some fish to gut
and clean and you should go for that swim before supper. Most nights this
early in the season it gets too cold to swim once the sun goes down."

"That's too bad. That's the one thing I would like to do. I love to
skinny-dip on warm summer nights."

"Well we will just have to have you back in July. I would love to see you
nude in the pale moon light," Yethro said as he sat up on the rear seat and
lifted the anchor. "However there is nothing preventing you from swimming
nude off the dock now. I can monitor you on the security camera from the
kitchen while I clean the fish."

"Hey, that's a great idea," Dex said. "Perhaps when you're done with the
fish - you can grab a bar of soap and join me and we can wash each other
off. Nothing I hate more than to smell the odor of dead fish when I make
love."

"Yes my love -- if it's one thing I will not tolerate this week ---- it's a
dead fish in my bed..."

To be continues...