Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2016 20:28:13 -0800
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Lincoln's Pride- Ch. 9

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-+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+-
      .-'[Part 9]'-.

"All right then, Link?" Bren asked as he came to sit by me on the ledge of
the hot tub against the wall with a towel of his own. The cool tile felt
nice against my warm skin. I looked up and saw Kamal and Samir had left us.
Bren smiled at me hopefully.

"Sorry I got you in trouble. I didn't mean to do that," I said.

"No worries, Link. Kamal said you had questions for me. Fire away," Bren
raised an eyebrow towards me with a shameless grin as he settled in next to
me and laid back.

"How'd you get here? I mean, no offense, but you don't seem like... I mean
I'm not either, but... " I started and fumbled for words.

"Like the type of bloke who submits to a middle-aged Arabian?" Bren
laughed.

"Well... yeah. I mean I'm not even sure how I got into all this, much less
you... You seem so... ," I started babbling on. It reminded me of the first
few days in Samir's office when he always accused me of "blubbering" when I
used a lot of words that didn't get to any sort of point.

Bren raised a hand to signal I should chill.

"Well it wasn't something I sought," he started, "It was... 5 years ago? Yeah
5, wow. I...  I was a second year at the Uni back in Melbourne. They don't
let you major in football so I'd settled on sports therapy. My father,
brothers, uncles, all played football.

One of my brothers plays for a club in Argentina now. It's in me blood for
sure. I took to training for side money, one of the poshie gyms with blokes
more there to look good than do anything.

I'd get orders sometimes for the fancy hotels near the water, mostly old
gays who just liked to watch me workout in their rooms or the gyms in the
private suites. I wasn't into it back then but the money was a spot better
than what I'd get with regular clients. So I'd go in a pair of shorts,
stretch, lift, jog, whatever they wanted and leave with a good chunk of
change down my shorts.

I didn't do none of the gay stuff, mind ya. I didn't even show me snag most
times, didn't have to. If they wanted, I'd show them what to do for serious
workout, but most just wanted a wank while they watched.

One night I got booked by Mr. Kamal here. He had the top floor suite. I'd
never been up there! The views! The suite was huge with terraces all around
like this one. He had a private gym setup with the latest in everything. He
wasn't gay, not like the usual. I could tell from the start he wanted a
serious workout. His eyes didn't wander from my own unless he was studying
my form.

He listened to me and let me show him what I know, though he already seemed
to know most of what I could teach him. I felt comfortable with him and
actually embarrassed about taking clients who just want to watch my body.
Training with someone who wanted to learn was what I really love doing.

We did a hard workout, challenged each other. He kept up with me well
enough and then we settled in with detox juice and watched a match. We
yabbered on all night about rugby, he knows loads of players! He's been to
matches all over the world. He gave a nice tip when I left and I found a
few hundred more in my back pocket when I got home.

Next night he calls direct to my mobile. I begged off two clients to make
it back up to him. I needed the money, but it was more than that. I told
him he'd already paid me enough for a week's worth, but he insisted on
giving me the same amount again. I didn't understand it myself, the way I
felt with him. Just knew I wanted to do that again.

He was ready to go and remembered the things I showed him. We went through
the routine again only this time he more than kept up and wanted to do
more. He's surprisingly strong for a man his age. He takes good care of his
body... and mine as well.

We spent the next week working out every night and then talking and
chilling until late into the night. He knows so much about the world and
has seen everything.  He had connections and even talked about getting me
internships with some European clubs. It was the first client I'd found who
was interested in my future instead of my body. Conversations with him came
so easily and I never left with fewer than 3 hundreds in my pocket.

One night he invited me out for dinner. We took a jet, a fucking jet, Link!
We met up with Lito Carranza, a huge player for the club in Sydney. We had
a private room up above the restaurant and his people were there. He
treated Kamal like he was his mentor or something. I was blissed out of my
head excited! I don't think I stopped smiling the whole night and Kamal
talked to him about me and my goals.

Lito said he would get me in with his friends in Melbourne for some
interning. It was huge! I talked the whole flight home about it and Kamal
acted like it was just a regular night with friends. He laughed at how
excited I was. He said it was interesting to watch a night through my eyes
with everything so new and exciting.

Then Sunday came and I was halfway over there and pumped for our regular
appointment when he phoned me to cancel. He had business in Paris and had
to leave straight on. He said he would be back the next week and to keep
the lift pass up to the top floor since he always booked that suite.

And there I was in my home city that seemed suddenly foreign without him. I
didn't understand why it upset me so much. I phoned a girl I had been
shagging and I went over to hang out. I had skipped on her the whole week
and she was pissed at first but c'mon, no one can resist me for too long.

But it all felt weird. I didn't understand it really at the time, but he
was in my head and it fucked everything up. She had good hash and smoked me
out, but I started hearing Mr. Kamal in my head talking about how bad that
stuff is for you when you're on a good plan. We had a goal with our
workouts and we made a diet plan with no alcohol or anything, total
straight edge.

We started making out, and I was really getting into it... at first. But
again he popped in my head. He was looking at me with amusement like, `This
is what you really want?' I could smell the difference too. His sweat, the
cologne he wore, it made her smell all wrong. It was like something inside
me had turned. I wasn't this guy anymore.

It got worse when she wanted me to fuck her. I was getting pissed. I knew
Kamal had done something to me. She kept trying with me and I kept
switching my focus between what she was doing and him in my head. I was
watching him stretch, lift, felt his hand on my shoulder. I didn't get it,
but it got me so hard. She thought she'd succeeded and then I fucked her.
It was quick, it was awkward. She seemed ok with it.

I didn't hear from him for a few days and my life started to go back to
routine. I thought it was done with, and I didn't take any of the gay
clients for fear he'd sneak back in my head. I cleared my brain of him. I
was even getting along better with the girl. We'd been friends since
childhood. Things went back to normal.

And then a week later out of nowhere, he just texted and said he had been
back in town and needed a good workout night. I was so torn. I had finally
started getting back to normal and he just popped up again. It fucked with
my head so bad I went out with mates to the pub and got shitfaced.

It didn't work though, it just made his memory flood back into me. I kept
checking my phone and I must have started to answer his text a thousand
times.

I fought with it and drank and fought more. And then I went black, found
myself in the lift at his hotel. I'd never taken the key out of my wallet
from the last time I was up there. It was the private lift that only goes
to the top floor suite, his suite. I stood there for the longest time
debating. Did I go up and give in or go back home and sleep it off and
force my way back to normal.

The elevator made the decision for me. The doors closed and I started going
up. I started to push the down button in panic, but it was already too
late. Kamal's face appeared on the screen over the up button.

`It's late, Bren,' he looked sleepy but flashed that barely-there grin that
left me unsure if he was amused or annoyed.

`Aye, yeah nah I lost track of time. I can go for home if ye want,' I told
him and peered around to see if there was a camera and he could see me too.

He just laughed at me and observed, `You're drunk, come on up.'

`Yeah nah, just well sure if... if you have the time,' I fumbled with my
words and then the screen went blank and the elevator stopped. I pushed
back my hair and wiped at my face, needing to wake up a little. The
elevator opened to a small lobby across from the one door, his door. It was
cracked open for me and I pushed at it with a light knock.

He was there on the couch wearing just a thin, white robe and a drink of
his own, whiskey or bourbon or something that colour. Kamal closed his
laptop and took off his reading glasses and folded them on the table. He
looked over at me with that same unreadable smile again.

`Come, boy,' he said and beckoned me toward the couch. He laid back and
stretched a little causing the robe to open and show some of his dark,
hairy chest. He's never been overly muscled, but he's broad and built.

`What did you come for, Bren?' he looked at me with amusement like a puzzle
he'd already solved.

`Dunno, mate... uh, sir,' I really didn't. `Got your text and... and... I
needed...'

Kamal took a swig of his drink and laughed. He laughed and in my drunken
haze I did too.

`What did you need, Bren?' He put an arm behind me on the couch.

`Honestly... I don't understand it...I... don't get it,' I looked down and then
felt his other hand cup my cheek. He rubbed it gently but his warm, rough
hand sent a chill through me.

`You needed this,' he said assuringly. He turned my face to his and then
took his hand away to slowly open his robe. He put a finger to my lips and
turned my face down to his body.

I watched as the robe slid open slowly to reveal a toned, hairy chest. It
started like a forest between his pecs and then mirrored out over his pecs
and trailed down his abs. I knew he was toned from the fitted shirts he
wore when we worked out, but the splay of trimmed, black hair added to his
definition.

The white fabric slid away against his almond skin to reveal a full bush of
black pubes punctuated by a thick brown shaft that laid against his right
thigh. As the robe slid open, the shaft just kept going and going as my
eyes widened.

It was honestly the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It just laid there between
his thighs like a fat brown arm with a big head at the end. I'd seen loads
of cock around the locker rooms, but never one that big. I stared at it,
gobsmacked and hungry. A primal need activated in my brain like it had been
there all along. I needed it.

`This is what you came for,' he said and shook it. `This is what you
needed,' he flopped it across his thigh with a loud thud as I nodded in
hypnotic affirmation.

I'd never sucked a cock or even wanted to before in my life, but I
instinctively dropped to the floor and crawled between his legs. It felt
right, like this is what had been missing. He was in control and he knew
it. He looked down and saw my desperation for it. He knew he had me hooked
from that moment on.

He pulled it up and away from me as I stuck out my tongue hopefully.

`You ready to taste a real man?' he asked with a serious look like he was
about to knight me or something.

`Yes sir,' I said and heard this little whimper escape my throat. He
gripped it and I watched it grow and thicken even more. He wagged it in
front of my face and I felt a little dizzy as my eyes followed it. It was
dark and cut but a work of art. I licked my lips and looked up at him
hungrily. He was staring down at me and his face softened into amusement
again.

`You white boys are all the same,' he shook his head with an incredulous
laugh. `Tough as can be until you meet a real man. Then you turn to
whimpering little boys.'

`Yes sir, please sir,' I whined like a bitch. He laughed at that and
smacked the fat tip of it against my forehead.

`You're drunk, Bren. You can't handle this tonight,' he got serious again
and there was a growl to his voice. `You're a drunk little soft cock,
aren't you?'

`No sir, I've never... I have a girlfriend,' I protested, wrestling with my
pride.

`And yet you came here to beg for a man's cock,' he observed and wagged the
beast in front of me.

`Aye,' I whispered and nodded sadly. I let my eyes fall down to his nuts,
full and resting against the couch. My nose was an inch away and I inhaled
his musk, sweat, power.

`It's ok boy, nothing to feel shame about. Better men than you have knelt
for me,' I felt his hand on my head, his fingers lacing around my hair. He
pulled at it and brought my eyes to his.

`Then let's do what you came for; what you were made for,' he said as
though he were doing me a favor... he was. He lifted me up by the hair until
my lips were at the head of his cock. He pushed me down on it and I spread
my lips and sucked in the head as it stuffed my mouth.

`That's it, boy. Do what you were born for, worship that cock. That's a
good boy,' he hissed as he pushed me down and the thick snake started to
choke me. I whined with my mouth stuffed and tried to squirm away but he
pet my hair soothingly and praised my efforts.

`Fuck, boy. You want daddy's meat. Your little pink lips tremble for it.
You will work for your reward,' he whispered down to me as he pushed into
me deeper. I felt his other hand wrap around my neck and massage my throat.
He knew where to put pressure and I felt my jaw relax as his cock worked
towards my throat.

It slid in easier then and for some reason having my hair pulled and my
throat massaged had me raging hard under his control. Until he got too far.
I started choking up bad, gagging, spilling spit down his cock and all over
the couch. I started tearing up and struggling, but he kept me firmly
there. He stopped pressing into me then and just held it there and pressed
on my neck until it started to feel ok.

He was leaned down then and whispered encouragement to me, `You can do it,
Bren. You can learn this. Your body isn't used to an Arab but it will warm
to it until nothing else satisfies your needy little throat. Keep trying,
baby. You got this,' he told me. He let go of my hair then and rubbed my
back, calming me down between his strong, hairy thighs.

He kept at it like that, alternating between rough and sweet, coach and
master, papa and lover. I got his cock halfway in me then and he started to
slide it in and out just an inch or so. I'd never felt such a desire to
please someone else. I wasn't even aware of what my own cock was doing,
rock hard but unimpressive down in my shorts.

When he started to force me up and down on him I suddenly felt my body
tense up and convulse. It was like a wet dream where it just happens. And
he knew. He knew what was happening to me. He leaned down again and bit
down on my ear which released this flood of emotions through me as my body
shook and I moaned helplessly with his cock stuffed down my throat.

`Yes baby, your body is awakening to its new master, to what it was made
for. You are a natural,' he praised me and rubbed my neck again as he
chewed and kissed my ear and I filled my briefs with cum. I didn't even
touch it! I didn't have to. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever done.
He used my hazy state to ram deeper into me, putting his tip in my throat
as tears, spit, and snot rolled down my face.

He pulled my head back to meet his eyes and he wiped at my face and smiled
encouragement. I hadn't even realized his hand was out of my hair and I was
now bobbing on his cock on my own. My body needed his pleasure and it
powered me on. He held my face so my eyes were locked on his.

`Look at me,' he growled, `keep your eyes on your master.' He
over-enunciated each word as he had a slightly pained look in his eyes,
that look that says his cock is ready to go at any minute.

Then I had a thought of when I was getting head from a girl and how good it
felt when she pulled and massaged my balls. Mine aren't nearly his size,
but I have bigger hands than a girl and I reached up under him and pulled
at them and squeezed them gently in my hand. That brought a few flutters of
his eyelids and a wide smile across his face.

`Yes boy,' he moaned in contorted expressions of pleasure, `You're a
natural. I am proud of you, little soft cock.'

That brought a frown to me, or it would have if his cock hadn't been
stretching my mouth to capacity. I hoped that nickname wouldn't stick.

He grabbed my hair again then and started sliding in and out faster. I was
getting used to his size though I wasn't sure my mouth would ever go back
to normal. He started ramming me then and I realized my hard cock hadn't
ever gone soft.

`Fuck, fuck, fuck. I come,' he pushed me down hard and his breathing
stopped. I felt his sack tighten up in my hand as his body pulled it in to
unload it. `So, Fucking, Good,' he started filling me with his cum and then
pulled me off with a hard yank on my hair. My own cock started shooting off
in my briefs again.

Then I saw his dark, pulsing cock snake out of me in an endless slide.
Fuck, I couldn't believe I ate all that. It was pulsing and glistening with
my spit as he slid it out of me and shot down my throat. He pulled it all
the way out as I fell back against the coffee table shaking and cumming. My
body curled up uncontrolled and my shorts were splattered with my cum and
spit and now his eruption. He shot all over my face and chest.

He gripped it hard and did this repeated motion where he pulled on it twice
and then squeezed it and shot out another hot round of his seed. It hit me
like paintball fire, hard and fast. He shot on my shirt, my shorts, my
hair, all while telling me what a hot little fuck I was.

He finished and collapsed back against the couch while I stayed there on
the floor, instinctively knowing to wait for his instructions. I laid back
against the rug, covered in his seed and happily regaining my breath. My
jaw was sore and my head hurt on top. I still felt his warm fingers around
my throat. I must have looked a mess, but fuck it all if I cared even a
bit.

I closed my eyes for a minute and felt this odd sense of achievement like I
was waiting for a medal or something. I'd made him cum, I'd got what I came
for.

`Come, little soft cock,' Kamal said and woke me up from my recovery.

I sat up and he was patting his chest. I got to my feet and came towards
him and he pulled me down beside him and pushed me into his side so my face
was against his chest. He rubbed a hand down my back and squeezed my ass
firmly. His other hand found my hair again only this time he pet me with
approval.

`You are a very good boy, Bren. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your
drunken state.' he said softly in that deep lulling rhythm that had me
blinking sleepily against his hairy pecs.

`No sir, you were right. I came here because I wanted... well I didn't know
what I wanted, but that was better than anything I could have thought of,'
I said with a grateful yawn.

`Let's get you cleaned up. I'll call for a car to take you home,' Kamal
said and pushed me away gently.

`Home,' I said suddenly to myself in disappointment knowing he didn't want
me here anymore.

`Shower first,' Kamal said and pushed me towards his bedroom as he followed
me with that massive cock still hard and bouncing.

`Do I have to go?' I asked as he was sliding off my soaked, sticky shirt
after turning on the oversized shower with three spraying heads. He paused
a minute and looked me in the eyes as he pushed my shorts and briefs to the
ground.

`You have a lot to think about, young one. Once you had had an Arab's cock
it is hard to find pleasure in anything else. My seed buries itself deep
inside you and like a flower it will blossom stronger with time.' He pushed
me under the jets and grabbed a bar of soap.

`You need time to think about what is best for you. You are an amazing
young man, strong, handsome, smart. I would be proud to call you my boy. I
would be proud to have you in my care and help you reach your goals.' He
rubbed the soap over my cock and paused to smile at its size.

I moved a hand to cover myself and felt deeply inadequate. He looked me
over with slight confusion.

`I don't measure up to you, sir,' I admitted with shame.

`No, Bren,' Kamal said and pushed my hand aside. `No, sweet boy. This is
nothing to be ashamed of. I have taken many white men. Large or small, it
is of no importance. They were made to serve us real men. Your cock is
small for a reason.  Every time you see or touch it, remember that you were
made to serve a real man.' He leaned into me from behind then and I felt
his massive cock press against my ass and rest between my cheeks. I gulped
and leaned back against him as his lips found my neck.

`You were made to be a companion;  strong in your own right, but missing
what a man like me can give you.' He rubbed his cock over my hole and I was
hard again.

`You must decide if you want to fulfill your purpose,' he pushed my head
forward and nibbled on the back of my neck. `Or if you want to go back to
your little life, your small world with your unfulfilled girlfriend knowing
you can never stretch her or reach the places she needs like a real man
could.'

I moaned at his words punctuated by his kisses on my neck as I leaned
forward and touched the wet tile wall. `Please sir. Please let me serve
you,' I whimpered and begged.

`Not tonight, Bren. You are drunk and your head is filled with passion. You
will take time and decide by yourself. You will not hear from me again if
that is your wish.' He nibbled on my earlobe causing me to shiver again as
my cock rose to attention.

`No, please sir,' I begged and felt my heart twist at that thought of loss.

`If I hear nothing from you then I will respect your choice. If I hear from
you in 3 days, I will know you want us to go back to normal. You will be my
trainer and we will workout together, nothing more,' Kamal bit softly along
my jaw.

`If I hear from you in 2 days, you will come to me with your bags packed to
be my boy. You will use the elevator pass and be waiting for me when I get
back after work around 6pm. I will find you here, kneeling naked on my
bed.' He started to slide a finger over my asshole making my body lurch and
yelp.

`If I find you there. There will be no negotiations or whining. You will be
mine. I will fuck you, hard, rough, deep,' he punctuated each adjective
with a hard tap on my asshole.

`But I warn you. Once you have had Arab seed in your hole. Once it has been
planted deep within you, it will ruin you for anyone else. You will spend
the rest of your life begging for it. You will live to worship it,' He
started to push his finger into my hole and kissed down my neck again as I
melted into his arms.

`And Bren?,' he said, pulling away from me in a move that popped the
balloon in my head.

`Yes sir,' I whined.

`If you become my boy, you will never again worry or wait for anything. You
will follow my rules and you will be taken care of, educated, and loved.
You will be punished when you need it, but you will never be sent away as
long as you want to be mine,' he finished this and pushed me towards the
wall. He turned off the water and I realized he had washed us both entirely
while I had been lost in his touch.

He left me there against the cold, wet, stone-tiled wall and went for
towels. He thrust one towards me and I dried my hair. I wrapped it around
my waist and followed him out to the bedroom.

Kamal tugged on a pair of white running shorts, he didn't bother with
underwear. He fished out a pair of black briefs from a drawer and tossed
them to me. `These should fit you,' He said and continued digging for a
shirt.

I pulled them up my legs and noticed the front pouch was all stretched out
from struggling to keep up with his cock. The front flapped over sadly.

`Oh, I didn't think of that,' he noted and gave the stretched pouch a pat.
`I can give you a new pair I haven't worn yet if you like.'

`No, no sir,' I said realizing I liked having something he'd worn.

`Well at least we won't ever confuse which underwear belongs to whom,' he
gave a reassuring wink and smacked my ass playfully as he leaned in to kiss
my cheek.

He shoved a water bottle into my hand and told me to chug it before I left.
He felt my forehead and kissed my shoulder as I drank. I raised the empty
bottle to show him and he laughed and kissed my lips.

`Good boy,' he praised with sarcasm, `You don't feel too warm. I think
you'll be ok sleeping it off at home.'

He gave me a faded t-shirt with some french writing on it and a pair of
shorts that were also somewhat stretched in the front. The shirt had his
scent like he'd napped in it. I inhaled it when he turned his head.

`There is a car downstairs that will take you home. It is too late to be
out walking and you're still somewhat drunk. I'll have your clothes washed
and if I don't hear from you I'll send them to your place in a few days,'
he said it so matter-of-factly as though he could take or leave whatever I
chose.

I went out to the living room to get my shoes and mobile. I waited for a
few minutes thinking he would come and say goodnight to me. He didn't. His
bedroom door was still open and I saw the lights turn off. There was just a
side lamp on in the living room giving a soft glow to the quiet room.

I went to the window and saw the city lights  and an airplane blinking its
safety lights as it made its way over the harbour. I watched it touch down
safely and then heard Kamal snore lightly from the other room. The night
was over for us.

I debated with the key and elevator pass he'd left atop my wallet. I slid
them inside my wallet and then took them out again as I stood by the door.
Then I heard him in my head again. He had told me to take my time and
decide. I stuffed them in my pocket and hurried out to the elevator and
down to the waiting car. The driver must have known the address because he
didn't ask anything and didn't respond when I said hello. He must have
known this drill of taking boys home.

----

The next day I woke up with a smashing headache and tried to sort through
all that had happened the night before. I phoned up the girl I was seeing
and she came over with more pot. She joked that I just wanted her for the
high and she wasn't half wrong. We watched a movie and made out some. It
was awkward again, all wrong. She went home disappointed. I went and did a
hard workout and then fell asleep.

Decision day I tried again with her. I'd had a good night sleep and a long
morning run round the harbour. We skipped the pot and just went at each
other. Maybe it was the thought that it could possibly be the last we'd
ever do, but it was really good and I laid there with her afterwards
thinking maybe I was cured. I looked over at her with that stupid happy
grin she gets when I leave her wiped out. I was a real man. I could satisfy
my girl. He was wrong about me.

I went to clean up as she fell asleep. I'd spent a few good hours giving it
to her. It was past the time to meet up with him so by now he'd know he was
wrong about me. I'd show up the next day and we'd go back to training
together and he'd give me good money. I'd buy something nice for her and
I'd put this whole thing behind me. I thought about all this as I looked at
myself in the mirror and wiped off my cock.

I stroked my cock for myself. It wasn't as small as it had felt when I was
with him. She certainly enjoyed it and didn't complain. I flexed for myself
in the mirror. Pretty fucking hot, Bren. I got a little hard again.

Then I saw the briefs he'd lent me folded on the counter. I'd washed them
to give back to him. I picked them up and stepped into them again thinking
maybe I'd fill them out now with my raging cock. They were certainly tight
on my ass, but when I turned back to look at myself in the mirror all I saw
was the flap where his cock had stretched the material. Even soft he still
filled them out more than I ever could.

I felt suddenly warm, inadequate. A flood of memories hit my body thinking
about how he had used my mouth, touched me in his shower. He made my body
feel things I didn't even know were possible.

`Fuck!' I said to myself remembering the time had already passed. My need
took me over. I started running around my room grabbing a pair of shorts, a
tank top, a hoodie. I skipped the socks and slipped on my trainers. I'd tie
them on the way. My girl didn't even wake up. If she had she would have
seen me leave everything. I grabbed my mobile and keys and tore out of
there.

I raced over to his hotel an hour late. I got to the lobby and pushed
through the revolving door and ran down the side hall that led to the suite
lift. I got all the way to it when I realized I had left my wallet at my
place. It held the pass to summon the lift.

`Please please!' I banged on the pass reader but of course it did nothing.
I'd have to go to the front desk. I raced back around and saw a bleached
gay in his uniform suit behind the desk. He knew I frequented for the gay
clientele and always looked at me as though he had a chance.

`Please,' I held my chest trying to regain some air in my lungs. `Please,
you have to let me up to the penthouse. I was supposed to be there at 6. I...
please.'

`I can't just let you up there and I can't disturb the guest anytime some
trick wants up there,' he rolled his eyes at me as I folded my arms on the
counter in front of him and tried my best to look at him seductively.
Honestly, I'd have sucked his dick if that's what it took to get up there.

`Please, Dan,' I read his nametag as though it was an erotic poem.

`I'll call and see if you're wanted,' he said, enjoying his power. He
pulled a phone from below the counter and hit a few buttons.

`Ah yes sir, this is the front desk and a boy says he needs to get up to
your room... Yes sir, he is that one who comes to train guests... yes sir,' a
grin crept across Dan's face and he turned to me. `He wants to know why
you're late.'

`Please, let me just... Tell him I'm sorry and I'll explain it to him,' I
shifted nervously and felt myself blushing.

`Yes sir,' Dan said to the telephone and then hung up. `Follow me,' he said
and took a pass from a locked drawer.

I followed Dan to the lift and he swiped the pass. The doors opened and I
started inside and thanked him. That look he gave me as the doors closed.
He knew I was owned. He knew I wasn't the cocky guy who used to have him
look up what room my clients were in as I sighed over another night of
being drooled over by some old poof.

He sneered at me with a smugness that the old me would have taken time to
wipe off his greedy little face. But I wasn't that guy anymore and I just
looked down at my shoes as the doors closed in my shame.

`You're late, boy,' Mr. Kamal appeared on the video screen. He didn't look
too pleased with me.

`Please sir,' I started, realizing the lift wasn't yet moving.

`Please,' I mouthed with sad eyes feeling as though I'd missed the last
boat out of the apocalypse. Any pretense of pride had been left in the
lobby.

The screen went blank then and I sank to my knees. And then it moved. The
lift rose up and I felt the tension release. He was giving me another
chance. I wouldn't waste it.

The lift stopped and the doors slid open. He was there in a pair of workout
shorts with his bulge filling the front. I looked up at his stern eyes
hopefully from the floor.

`I'm sorry, sir. My girl, I had to try one last time,' I said and rose up
on my knees.

He gave me a laugh that sounded like pity and shook his head. He came
towards me and put his hand on the back of my head. He pulled my face just
below his bulge and ground my nose just under his nuts. He started to back
away, but his hand grabbed my hair and he pulled me with him. I crawled
forward on my hands and knees, my neck strained to reach him as he pressed
my nose up into his bulge.

I followed him in that awkward crawl over the threshold of his door. He
backed me all the way to the couch and then sat on the arm of it and pushed
me back from him. I raised up on my knees and looked up at him expectantly.

`Did she suck your little dick, Bren?' He traced his pinky finger around my
lips and poked it through to mock my size.

I nodded and mouthed `Yes sir,' around his finger. I reached up and pawed
at his bulge, he was getting hard and I watched as it snaked down the right
thigh of his shorts and strain the fabric. He pushed down his shorts and
stepped out of them. The fat, dark meat sprang towards me and smacked
against my cheek.

He gripped it and wagged it in front of my face. I put my tongue out. Every
time I went to taste it though, he pushed me back by my forehead but then
looked down at me like he wanted me to have it.

`Please sir, can I taste you?' I whined.

`Did your girl beg for it, Bren? Did she whine like a little bitch for your
cock?' he traced the tip of it around my lips teasingly as I looked up at
him with pleading eyes.

`No sir,' I shook my head sadly. Honestly she didn't do much of anything
with it. She just did what she needed to get it hard and make it useful.

With that he shoved into me, pet the back of my head and pushed me down on
him. He pumped me on his cock, pushing until I gagged and then he pulled
out. He did it ten times and then pushed me off of him. He pushed so hard
that I fell back on my ass against the carpet.

I looked up at him, his strong silhouette was illuminated by the one small
lamp in the room.

`Did you go down on her as well?' He asked in a low growl while slowly
stroking his cock. `Did you put your tongue inside her to get her ready for
your little cock?'

`Yes sir,' I nodded.

Kamal reached down for me, he grabbed my shirt and gripped it in a sweeping
motion. He pulled me roughly up until I scrambled to my feet and then
pushed me, chest-first, over the arm of the couch. I bent over it and
thrust my thick, muscled ass in the air. It was one of my proudest features
and I looked back up at him to catch an approving nod.

He sank down behind me and pushed back his hair before sliding off my
shorts. He paused for a minute when he saw I was wearing his stretched out
briefs. He ran a hand appreciatively over my ass that stretched the back of
them. I had worked hard for my ample ass.

He flipped me over and nodded to himself with a smile when he saw how the
briefs flapped over in the front where I failed to fill his bulge. He gave
a simple kiss to my belly button in the middle of my chiseled abs and then
flipped me back over and slid off the briefs.

And then he did something I'd never had done before. He dove in between my
cheeks with his tongue and slurped at it noisily. It felt extremely wrong
but undeniably hot as he started slurping his tongue over my hole and then
smacking at it with his fingers.

`Fuck, fuck, oh shit, fuck fuck, sir!' I started to moan and bite against
the fabric of the couch as he expertly opened my boy hole.

`Yeah? You want a real man to stretch your little pussy like you could
never do for your girl? That what you want, boy? That what you came here
for?' He took turns slurping his tongue around my hole and then whispering
hot fucking filth in my ears. It had me squirming and moaning on the arm of
the couch as he knelt next to me and began to take his boy.

`Yes, fuck, fuck, yeah, sir, fuck, yeah,' I was yabbering nonsense and he
shoved two fingers in my mouth to wet them.

`Did she beg and moan when you tongued her like you're doing now?' he
growled as he slid his spit-shined fingers from my hungry lips.

`No sir. She... She actually checked her mobile at one point.' I said with
disappointment that only lasted a second before I felt his fingers poke and
then ram inside me. They tore into me with a shot of pain followed by a
wave of pleasure.

`Did she whine with pleasure like a needy little bitch when you fingered
her pink little pussy like this?' he was working my hole with a vengeance
now and I was losing it, giving into the pleasure.

`Fuck, no, fuck, sir, fuck fuck. She just laid there, Oh fuck, sir please
don't stop,' I twisted and felt my body convulse helplessly as he worked me
on his fingers.

`Yeah? You couldn't even get that right, could you? You didn't make her
feel like this, did you?' He was ramming me on his fingers, expertly
playing my body as I bit down on a hotel pillow.

`No, fuck, no sir, uhhh, fuck!' I whined.

His fingers slipped out of me and he wiped them on the back of my shirt. I
looked back at him and took a minute to catch my breath as my asshole
pulsed with the memory of his gifted ability. He took a small pouch off a
side table and tore at it with his teeth. He squeezed out what must have
been lube along the length of his cock and then pumped it a few times to
spread it evenly.

He lined it up and unceremoniously slid it in. Well, slid it in is a nice
term. He shoved it into my not entirely ready hole eliciting a scream from
me as I tried to crawl away. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt though
and leaned down over me to kiss my neck soothingly.

`Shh, it's ok boy. Your body will adjust, relax and breathe, let me in,' He
slipped a hand around my neck and squeezed gently reminding me of the last
time when I'd choked on his cock but he helped me through it and taught me
how to please him.

I breathed and relaxed under his touch and he slowly worked his way inside
me.

It hurt, I sniffled and whined into the pillow but the deeper he dug into
me, the more I needed it. My body awakened on his cock and all my resolve
and conflict melted away as he stuffed me. I knew I belonged to him. I knew
I needed this.

`Did your girl moan like this when you fucked her?' he asked with interest
as he started to slide in and out of me, pressing me down into the arm of
the couch.

`No, well, a little, ahhh fuck yeah sir please. Fuck me harder sir,' I
begged as he sped up and went deeper.

`Did she beg and whine like you do when I stuff your little pink pussy?' he
started chewing on my ear as he rough fucked his boy.

`No sir, never,' I whispered under his assault.

`Did she even feel your tiny boy prick inside her?' he sneered as I had
melted from a proud jock straight boy to a sniveling bottom beggar under
his touch.

`No, fuck no sir. She probably didn't even feel my pathetic little cock
inside her! Is that good enough? Please fuck your boy!' I'd had enough of
his taunting but I couldn't deny how he owned me.

`All right boy. I'll give you what you beg for,' He growled against my ear.
He pressed me hard into the couch with his body on top of me as he started
to fuck me roughly. My cock was hard and rubbed against the leather of the
couch arm. It was dripping precum and felt so close to the edge as he rode
me on it.

`Fuck fuck! yes! thank you! sir,' I screamed into the pillow that had
become my chew toy.

He was pounding into me then, kissing the back of my neck and my ears. He
hit all of those little spots as he rode me, investigating my ticklish
points.

He reached under my chest and started to play with my nipples. It was
another first time sensation added to the pile and pushed my cock past its
limit.

`Ahhhh! Fuck! I'm going to cum, sir!' I whined and turned to look back at
him. My lips were instantly met with his and he pushed his tongue inside me
and pulled me back against his chest as he rode me hard.

He was pumping both ends of me with his cock and tongue in sync and I
started to go weak in his hold as my cock began to pump and spray all over
the expensive couch.

`Fuhh! Fuhh! Fuhh!' I croaked out around his tongue as I was shooting off
and bucking back against him. My hole gripped down on his meat and it must
have been just what he needed. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at
me with that pained expression of impending spew.

`Me too, fuck that pussy is tight. Fuck yeah cum for daddy,' He sped up
then, pounding me so hard that I hit the arm of the couch with my stomach
and my still spewing cock.

`Ahhh!' we came together and I felt his cock tense and jerk inside me as he
pushed as far as it would go. My hole was aching with fire, but the rest of
me was so blissed out that I could ignore it and give in to the waves of
pleasure taking me over.

He rode me past my ejaculation and I would have collapsed onto the couch if
he hadn't had me tightly secured in his arms. His cock was still shooting
off inside me. With each spurt he shoved deeper into me until I felt like
it would burst out of my stomach. The pain was starting to take ground from
the pleasure. My brain told me to push past it so he could finish seeding
me, making me his.

Each time he shot inside me, he came with a loud, `Ahhh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'
as his hot breath blew over my neck in short bursts. And then he stopped.
He held me back against his chest and froze there while his stomach did a
few lasts jerks and his seed went off to explore its new home.

`Fuck,' he whispered in a deep primal growl. He turned us around and then
laid us down on our sides on the couch with his cock still buried beyond my
limits.

`Fuck,' he whispered slower and kissed lightly up my neck.

`Fuck,' he turned my face back towards him at an awkward angle and gave me
a look of sleepy pride.

`You kept up with me,' he noted and rubbed a hand lightly over my chest.

I nodded and was rewarded with a kiss to the cheek.

`Good boy. I think this will work well for us,' he gave a slight smile and
 licked a slow line up my jaw.

`Are you injured?' he finally asked after a few minutes of deep breathing
together.

`Yes sir,' I said not bothering to lie. `But it was worth it.'

`You'll grow to take it more naturally with less force,' he observed.

I nodded and turned my head painfully so our lips could meet. He rubbed my
stomach and gave my cock a squeeze. His cock was going back to normal
inside me. It was still too big, but it was more flexible and soft. He
slowly slid it out of me as a trail of cum gushed out behind it and ran all
over the couch.

`I think we ruined the couch,' I said with a laugh, `I can pay for some
from all that money you gave me for training sessions.'

`Trust me, we will ruin much nicer things together,' he laughed and turned
me to face him. He held me and we made out for the longest time.

+++++

>From that time on we haven't slept a night apart. He helped me finish
college and get my internships with European clubs in cities where he
worked. I never did get a proper job with it though. I started and even got
offers, but then he'd have to travel and I just couldn't let him go.

It's more than a drug, Link. It's like they get so deep inside your head
that you're never quite right when they're away. Even right now I can tell
you Kamal is finished with the business talk and he's telling stories about
what a whiny pain in the ass I am. He'll end it though saying he'd never
want anything different and I'm worth it. I can feel his mood. We're
connected..." Bren finished and started to stand.

"Will I have that with Samir?" I asked more to myself than to him.

"Dunno, mate. But he certainly has that for you," Bren said and went to
slip on a pair of shorts.

I realized I was naked and dripping hard from his story. I wanted nothing
more than to find Samir and fall in front of him and beg to be fucked.

"C'mon then, I'm hungry as a black dog and Kamal ordered American in your
honor. Don't know what that means, but fuck all if I won't finish," Bren
laughed. I found my clothes and dressed as I followed him out to where
Kamal and Samir sat drinking in small lounge area with a few files.

I slid down into the seat next to Samir and Bren did the same with Kamal.
Samir slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a gentle kiss.

"I'm sorry, sir. I smoked pot and I knew you wouldn't like it and... I'll
accept whatever you decide for punishment," I whispered to him so the other
two wouldn't hear.

His look softened into a smile and he kissed me harder.

"I know you will, little one. You will take it like the strong man I am
proud to call my boy," Samir said with a slightly evil tone to his smile.

I nodded, "Yes sir."

Dinner was barbecue which isn't really a California thing. I wasn't hungry
anyways. All through the dinner I kept one hand on his thigh, letting a
finger trace the thick outline of his ample, soft cock. He kept looking
down with a weird smile and then asking if I was ok.

"I need it," I whispered. He shook his head no and pushed me off but then
didn't protest when I touched it again.

We finished after what seemed like an eternity and then made our goodbyes
to Kamal and Bren. Kamal kissed my cheeks and told me to be a good boy for
my master. Bren hugged me and said we'd talk more since they were going to
be in town for a while.

++++

When we got in the car I'd forgotten all about the punishment, but Samir
hadn't. His mood changed as soon as we pulled away.

"He's one of my most respected friends and important contacts. You knew
this was important to me. Instead of being on your best behavior and trying
to make me proud you got high with his cub and took a naked dip in his hot
tub," he said when I tried to lean over the console and pet his bulge.

"Wow, when you put it all together it sounds really bad," I said, not
understanding the extent of his anger.

"It worked out ok this time, but it could have gone horribly wrong. A
slight bit of freedom and you turn to do something Caleb would have done,"
Samir said coldly. Being compared to his failed relationship stung.

"I'm... I'm sorry, sir," I straightened up and looked down at my lap as he
sped towards home.

We didn't speak as he cornered his way through the open city and back up
into the hills. I watched the palm lined boulevards give way to narrow
steep roads lined with privacy walls and lush gardens that didn't belong in
the drought-stricken desert nation.

"Look, Lincoln," he said as he pulled into the garage and turned off the
motor. "I know you're young, but you will learn to follow the rules."

"I made a stupid mistake. I wanted to impress Bren. Everyone seemed to glow
around him. I didn't want him thinking I was a stupid kid," I said and
turned to him. .

"It is not an excuse, come. Let's get this over with," Samir said and slid
out of the car.

I followed him through the main house as he said goodnight to Emerson who
was in the kitchen and Zaid who was watching TV. Samir made pleasant
exchanges with both and I just nodded and kept my eyes on his back.

We got to his apartment and he opened the door for me. He slid out of his
shirt and tossed it across the room. He stood there bare-chested and
stretched for a minute.

"I forgot how that hash makes me feel," he raised his eyebrows like he was
stretching his eyes  and then wiped a hand over his face.

"Strip down quickly and come to me," he said and sat down on the bed to
watch me. I peeled off my shirt and then my shoes and socks. I slid off my
pants and the briefs and then folded everything neatly.

"Quickly, Lincoln. Prolonging it will only make me inflict worse," he
advised.

I set my clothes near the couch and padded over to him with my cock limp
and my muscles tensed.

"What will you do?" I started, but he grabbed my right forearm and pulled
me forward. He used his leg to trip me so I fell into him and he quickly
turned me so I was bent over his lap with my ass in the air.

"Oh," I said, knowing what he had planned.

Without warning his right hand came down in the center of my back. He
pressed me down against his lap as my cock dangled next to his thigh. I'd
normally get hard under his touch, but this wasn't warm or erotic. I had
let him down and disobeyed.

His left hand landed with a hard slap against my ass and I yelped and
squirmed to get away. It only served to bring another hard smack.

"Ahhh!!," I yelled but stopped squirming and soon felt another smack.

"Aren't you supposed to [SMACK] count?" I whined as the hot burning spread
over my cheeks.

"Do [SMACK] You want [SMACK] me to count?" he said without humor.

"AHHH!!" I was screaming now as his smacks got rougher and my ass more
tender. "I don't know [SMACK] sir. How many do I [SMACK] get?"

"Until I'm satisfied," he said and took a rest to roughly rub my cheeks. He
squeezed them, spreading the aching burn evenly across them. And then with
one of his hands he spread my cheeks and put two fingers against my hole.
That felt nice until he started to smack against it with his fingers in
swift motions.

"AHHHH!!! FUCK!" I screamed and pushed forward on his lap trying to escape
the ache. This wasn't playing around anymore.

I felt my face turn red and my eyes teared up. He pulled me back by my
shoulder. He did it so easily and it reminded me who the lion was. He went
back to smacking my cheeks, now taking turns on each one like he was
playing the drums but trying to pop them.

"Please, I'm sorry," I begged and whined as tears rolled down my hot
cheeks.

He didn't answer though and went back to just smacking me straight on. I
stopped squirming around then, realizing I just wanted this to finish. I
was crying and red and burning and snot was running down to my lip, but I
tried to compose myself and get through this.

"Please," I sniffed back my drippy nose as he gave a lighter, half-hearted
smack, "I'm sorry, sir. I promise I... "

"Promise what?" he stopped, interested in what I had to say.

"I promise that next time I'll put your pride ahead of my own. I'm sorry
for not putting you first. You always put me first," I said and finally
realized what I had done to deserve punishment.

He held me there for a few minutes rubbing my ass as though he was thinking
about my apology.

He let me up then and helped me to my feet. He took my hand and led me,
naked and disheveled towards the bathroom. I saw my red, wet face and my
tomato-colored ass in the mirror. It hurt my ass to walk and stretch. I
knew I'd feel this lesson for a few days.

We showered and he washed me carefully. He kissed me as he gently rubbed a
washcloth around my bruised ass and hole as I relaxed into his arms.

"Lincoln, little one," he said when we'd gotten into bed. I was falling
asleep against his chest as he rubbed his nose over my hair.

"Yes sir?" I asked with a yawn against his nipple.

"Sleep well, sweet boy. I love you," he kissed my forehead and relaxed back
against the bed as I closed my eyes to his heartbeat.

"You too, sir. Love you too," I mumbled against his furry chest.

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