Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2010 10:22:11 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-day Pass Chapter 44

The Three-Day Pass
Chapter 44
By Joystick

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you
enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new
work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the
best of my ability. Joystick56@Hotmail.com

End of Chapter # 43

"RICHARD! She is sixteen! I am not taking a child into my bed. Somehow
something will prevent it - you just remember that you and I are one body
and soul. Nothing and no one can come between us. One body, one soul, one
heart."

Chapter 44

"No, this new plan of yours, it will never work," argued Allie, who had
come to Damascus in hope of at least talking the Emir out of using Joseph
as the means of subverting the American President. Since that first day
over a year ago, when Fazzi had first asked him to work for him, Allie had
hopes of advancing up the chain of command. Then, when Fazzi had been
killed and the Emir had requested that he take over for Fazzi, he had
thought that perhaps the way was open for him to someday advance all the
way to the top. But all that had come out of that was a babysitting
job. Always there had been something that had prevented him from gaining
his rightful place. Now instead of him, it looked as if it was going to be
Joseph or his son who someday would be the Emir's successor. Allie was
pissed to say the least. How could this have come to pass? This Joseph was
not even a real Muslim. Besides, he was a weakling. It had been so easy for
him to get into Joseph's bed that first time. All he needed was some more
time and he would have had Joseph in the palm of his hand. True, he had to
act like the woman but that would have changed soon and he would have been
able to enslave him both physically as well as sexually. If Allie was not
to be the new Emir then he must be able to control the one that was to be
and the only way he could do that was through sex. He must get the Emir to
lift those restrictions on him and Joseph sleeping together.

"Is it really your plan to overturn the powerful American nation? And are
you going to install this American ex-serviceman as your puppet with that
sixteen year old granddaughter of yours to control him?" Allie asked as he
paced back and forth in front of the Emir. "If so - if this is your plan -
it is lunacy, pure lunacy."

"Not only is it not lunacy," shouted the Emir, not used to being questioned
in such a manner, "but it will come to pass and perhaps even sooner than
either Fazzi or I thought!"

"How can you say that, Your Eminence?" Allie protested. "Again I tell you
it will never happen."

"Yes it will! I have already established in the President's mind that I am
a complete fanatic. And as such there seems to be no way for him to control
me. However, he has seen that Yussef has my complete trust and as such he
would make a good emissary or, perhaps, he might influence me and tend to
calm me down. From what I saw, I think the President likes him. He might
also think that, as Yussef's former Commander-in-Chief, he can get Yussef
to reason with me and somehow keep me under control. Little does he know
that it is Yussef who will control him and I who control Yussef. That was
the reason I insisted that Yussef went with me when I went to meet the
President after our confrontation at the UN. I wanted that idiot to get to
know Yussef and perhaps to think he can trust him or perhaps to use him in
some way. I wanted Yussef to also get to know the President. I think my
little plan is working."

"And what makes you think that your plan is working?" Allie asked. "This
President would have to be a complete fool to fall for that."

"It is working and that is the very reason it is working. This President is
not only a fool but he is a complete idiot as well as a clown. He has no
hint or clue as to what he is facing here." The Emir laughed, "Point number
one, the cooperation we have been getting on Yussef's trip has been
overwhelming. Point number two, the President went so far as to offer his
own airplane as well as put his personal blessings on the visit. And point
number three - the President has requested that Yussef give him a full
report of the trip when he returns."

"And you think that Yussef's loyalty to you will help to bring this so
called clown down? And what makes you think that Yussef will be willing to
help you do it?"

"Yes, he will not only help but sooner or later he will insist on
it. Yussef is smart enough to see this man for what he is and Yussef will
soon become disgusted with him. I think that, in short order, this disgust
will turn Yussef into a Jihadist. That religious conversion, along with his
marriage to my granddaughter will keep Yussef under my thumb. Then not only
will he be willing to work with us, but he will take the lead and insist
that we hasten the day when Islam replaces that corruption called
democracy. And you, my dear Allie, just to make sure and as an added bit of
insurance, I want you behind the scenes to make sure that Yussef is bound
to us forever."

"Yes I know that is your hope and since our last talk I have given this a
lot of thought. However, I cannot do what you are asking me to do. No! I
not only cannot - I will not do it! I can no longer work for you."

"You are refusing a direct order from me!" yelled the Emir.

"Yes I am. How can I do this? You have lost faith in both my abilities and
me. I love you and our cause, but unless you are willing to trust my
judgment and give me a free hand again, I must refuse your request. You
must change your mind. That is the only way that I know I will be able to
restore my control over him. Are you willing to let me use whatever methods
I think I might need to secure his loyalty? I can do it, but only if you
let me do it my way. Once I have him in my power again I will control him
absolutely. If you still want him to take your granddaughter as a wife he
can, but neither you nor she will be permitted to interfere in our
relationship again. She and Yussef can provide you with all the male heirs
in the world, but you know for a fact, that as a Muslim wife, she will
never be able to control him, not the way you may need to control him. In
our culture it is the man that controls the wife not the wife who controls
her husband. As his lover, not only can I control him but I will."

"Perhaps you are right. If I agree to change my mind on this point you must
promise me that you will be careful about the Worthington factor. At this
time that factor cannot be jeopardized in any fashion. His son and the
family can do us more harm than even the President of the United States."

"Yes I know all about the Worthington clan. You know how much I hate
them. It will be hard for me to control myself, but I promise you that at
least until the overthrow, they will be safe from me. Afterwards, there
will no longer be a need for any of them! ---- As a reward for my loyal
service to you and the Emirate, you are to turn them over to me. I want
them for my own. I want the honor of executing the parents with my own
hands and I have some special plans for the son. I want that actor's
ass. But that is in the future. Right now you must somehow find a way to
make it known to Yussef that you no longer require him to give me up."

"Allie, you have my word that I will do as you wish. When I see him, I will
inform Yussef that I have had a change of heart and I will permit your
'friendship'. As far as the Worthingtons', after we come to power - I, too,
feel we will no longer need them - you can have them. However, I warn you,
be careful how far you push me. I am still the Emir."

>>>>>

"Well, if you two agree to come with me and be my guests we will leave in
two days time." Joseph said.

"Yes, oh yes, we would love to go," said Sarah Worthington as Joseph told
her and her husband about his upcoming trip to the Middle East. "You're
sure that it will be safe?"

"Well when dealing with the Middle East there is always that tinge of
danger and tension, but then again that is what makes it so
interesting. However, putting that aside, both the President and I feel
that this trip will not only be safe, but it may help to lower that
tension. Since we will be the honored guests of his Eminence, we will be
entitled to all the diplomatic perks of international hospitality. The
Emir, himself, is going to plan and pay for our visit. He is very excited
about having you join both of us in this tour. He spoke to the State
Department and was told that the President himself has not only approved of
the trip, but also offered to make Air Force One available. The Emir, not
to be outdone, would have none of that and is sending his own plane instead
and insists on supplying all security." Joseph told them.

"Yes I know." Her husband interjected. "I did not tell you, Sarah, but this
morning the President himself called me and almost ordered me to go. He
told me he wants to get as much information as he can on this man as well
as get my feelings on what he is up to. The Emir's speech at the UN really
has him shook up and he wants every social, business and diplomatic channel
open to him. He feels that there must be someway to try to reach this
man. When he heard that Joseph had asked us to travel with him, he called
me to tell me how glad he was that I might be going."

"That is the face he shows to you and the rest of the world." Joseph
said. "I have told him there is no way he can control that fanatic and I
think he knows it now. He knows that sooner or later he is going to have to
do something. The man will not go away. He must either neutralize or remove
the man."

"Joseph, what do you think our President will do? Do you think he will do
anything?"

"I think that this President of ours doesn't have the guts to do
anything. He does not wish to get his hands dirty. Maybe he hopes that by
my getting close to the Emir, I will somehow be able to do that for him. I
am coming to the conclusion that he would like me to relieve him of the
decision and execute the man for him. After all, it is not unheard of for a
relative of an Arab leader to, shall we say, replace that leader. But, what
he doesn't realize is, that while this happens all the time, it is unlikely
that a non-Arab could do it."

"I think you are being too hard on our President." Sarah said. "I think he
really believes in his ability to talk sense into any man. Has he said
anything that would lead you to think he is expecting you to kill the
Emir?"

"Absolutely not!" Joseph said. "Like most Americans, the President still
hopes that it is possible to reason with fanatics. You would think that his
experience with our congress would have enlightened him. If he is not able
to control the members of his own political party, that more or less are
supposed to agree with him, how can he hope to reason with a fanatic who is
really out to overthrow him and makes no bones about it? One day, and I
hope soon, he will realize that he must do whatever is possible to keep
this man in check."

"In check?" Sarah said. " So it has come to that. The world has become a
big chess game and we are all players. Joseph tell me, are we pawns or
major players?"

"Sarah, the world and politics have always been a big chess game and we are
all players. How big or how small I cannot hazard a guess, but it looks
like we are about to find out." Joseph said as he prepared to leave for
Paterson. "You will excuse me but I have to get back to the house as we are
expecting the movers with Rich's stuff to arrive this afternoon and I want
to be there to direct his moving in."

"How is the move going?" Sarah asked. "Is there anything we can do to
help?"

"Everything is going well and Rich and I are both excited about setting up
a home together. I know the house was Fazzi's, but I want to make it Rich's
and mine. I am even planning on making certain changes that will remove all
past traces of its former owner. It will be nice to have our own place and
to live a more or less normal life."

"Well you just let us know if there is anything you both need as a 'house
warning gift'. Sarah said. "Dad and I would love to shop around for
something."

"We will let you know." He said as he kissed them good-bye. "Be prepared to
leave in two days."

The front hall of the main house looked like it was a factory production
line. Boxes everywhere and in the middle of the confusion was Rich giving
orders to the four moving men.

"Well it's about time you got here." Richard said. "How are Mom and Dad?
Were they surprised when you asked them? Are they going with you?"

"Sorry it took a bit longer than I thought. Dad knew about it but mom was
really shocked. They are going with me. Right now they are busy packing but
they also want to know what we would want for a house warming gift."

"A little help would be appreciated. I never realized that I had so much
junk. You can help by moving these boxes upstairs into my room. The boxes
marked in red are going over to the garage apartment. I have decided not to
use it as my apartment but to set it up as an office where I can conduct
business and meet with my agents. That way I can keep my personal and
business life separated. I hope you approve of that arrangement."

"Anything you want to do is OK with me. We can even arrange to have your
business mail sent to the garage." Joseph said. "We can place two postal
boxes on the main gate."

"We can discuss that after I am moved. Now just help with some of these
packages."

Three hours later most of the stuff had been sorted out and moved. "It went
faster than I thought it would. I think I will have time to shower and
dress before I have to catch the bus to town and the theater. Want to share
a shower with me before I leave for work? No hanky-panky. You understand
that it is just for saving on our water bill, don't you?"

"Well just in the interest of saving money!" Joseph said and took hold of
Richard's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. "Oh, by the way, did I tell
you that I'm having the balcony outside redone and they are going to
install a hot tub out there? Then the whole thing will be enclosed in glass
and made into our own semi-private escape pod. Just like the night of our
second date...Remember?"

"Ohhhhhh yessssss - do I remember! Dad paid for that little get away." Rich
said. "It was the first time that I realized how much I really loved you
and that you also loved me. Come to think of it --- that's where you also
learned to suck coc---------."

"Yes it was really where I learned to accept myself for what I was. It
seems so long ago. Rich, was it really only that short a time ago? I feel
like we have been together for much longer than two years." Joseph said
pulling Richard into his arms and kissing him. "Things have changed an
awful lot since then."

"Oh! I really don't think so." Richard said, "we are still the same I
think."

"Are you kidding? You were a waiter in a downtown cafe working hard to
support yourself while you attended acting school.  And I was a Private in
the army who had no money, no girl, with little or no future, who was
trying to celebrate my twenty first birthday in a strange city. Now look at
us - You are a Broadway star and me - I'm one of the richest guys around
and I'm about to fuck the daylights out of you. Who would have thought??"

"Enough of the preliminaries! Let's fuck!" Richard said laughing. "This so
called Broadway Star has to still be on time for curtain time."

And so Joseph took Rich and the two of them made love, first in the shower
and then in bed and then once more in the shower.

"Joseph, all I can say is that you sure improved since that first night!"

"Well I had a good teacher. I think you better get your ass moving if you
are going to make the opening curtain," Joseph said. "I have to start
packing for the trip. After I finish I'll drive into the city and pick you
up at the theater and take you out to a late supper. Then we have a few
days rest and in two days you can drive me to the Airport where we'll meet
your parents and you can see us off."

Two days later after saying goodbye to Rich at the terminal gate, the three
of them were greeted by the pilot and several well built security agents
acting as stewards who welcomed them aboard the luxury aircraft. They were
shown into a large seating area and told to strap themselves into their
lounge chairs. "After takeoff and when we reach cruising altitude, you may
get up and roam around if you like or you can use the two bedrooms in the
rear to rest in. The steward will be glad to show you to yours.  It will be
a long flight, perhaps ten to twelve hours and you might want to get some
rest. If you get hungry or want something to drink, just ring the bell and
he will serve you whatever you desire. Usually we do not allow alcohol on
board, but the Emir has made an exception for this flight." The pilot said
saluting them smartly. "His Eminence and this crew wish you a pleasant
journey and we will do anything to make it so."

"Thank you Captain. I'm sure we will have only nice things to report to
Eminence." Joseph said in formal Arabic as the three of them sat down in
the overstuffed chairs and strapped in. "When are we taking off?"

"As soon as the preflight inspection is complete and we get tower
clearance." The captain said as he turned and walked up to the flight deck
door. "Since this is a special priority flight I do not think it should
take long - perhaps in about fifteen minutes."

Within a few minutes of his return to the pilot's deck the intercom
announced, "Stewards, please prepare our guests for take off," at which
point two young men came in, checked the passengers' seat belts, reported
to the flight deck that all was ready and then sat in their own safety
seats. The plane started to taxi and soon was airborne. When the craft had
reached cruising altitude the stewards came and enquired if there was
anything their passengers wanted to eat or drink. Joseph and the
Worthingtons ordered drinks, lunch and started to chat about the
trip. After lunch Joseph said he was tired and thought he would like to get
some rest.

"I think I will try to get some sleep. Rich and I had an active night last
night, good-byes etc., and I am bushed and about to fall asleep anyway," he
said as he asked the steward where his bedroom was.

"I'll show you sir - follow me." He said leading him to the rear of the
plane and opening a door. "There are service buttons by the bed in case you
need anything. Would you care for a sleeping pill?"

"No, I think I will be able to fall asleep without one, thank you," he said
as he backed into the room and closed the door.

Turning around, he was shocked to see a familiar figure sitting in the
chair by the bed. "Allie! What the hell are you doing here?"

"His Eminence wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed to
make your trip comfortable so he sent me to make sure all went well. He
also wanted you to know that in case you needed a bed companion...."

"You lying bastard, I don't believe you. After that talk he had with me
about not having sex with Muslims," Joseph whispered. "You must be crazy to
try to pull something like this. Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Worthington are
right outside. They might hear something. You do love to live dangerously."

"Yes, I do and that is what makes it so exciting. Come sit here on the bed,
we have lots of time before we arrive and no one need know I am with you as
the rooms are sound proof for your comfort. Yussef, my love, it has been
hell for me. I have been so lonely and going crazy, since you thought you
were forced to throw me out. We can make love and the Worthingtons will
never know I was here. Afterwards I will be able to blend in with the crew
when we get to Syria."

"Allie please leave. You are making it difficult for me not to expose you
to the Emir. He will have your cock and balls cut off if he hears of this
and that would be such a loss."

"You said 'IF' he hears of this not 'WHEN'. Does that mean that you do not
intend to tell him of this?" Allie said as he took Joseph into his arms and
kissed him. Feeling Joseph's lips begin to relax and part he slid his
tongue into the waiting mouth and withdrew it several times and then
sighed, "there I knew it, I can tell you want me-your lips are as welcoming
as ever."

"Yes Allie, you know and I thought I had made it clear that the only reason
I told you to go was because of what the Emir told me. He made it clear to
me that if I were to become a Muslim; I could not corrupt another Muslim. I
would be robbing you of your place in paradise."

"Such silly fairytales. Forget what that old bastard tells you! He is a
dried up old fig. He has forgotten what love is and cannot even contemplate
how much we love each other. I love and need your cock in my body and now I
can feel that you need me as much as I need you. Let me worry about my
place in paradise. Sooner or later the old man will have to accept our
relationship. I have spoken to him and I'm sure that if you tell him that
we love each other he will have to accept it. I'll let you in on a little
secret. I have already told him that you and I will never accept being
apart from each other. If you were to tell him the same thing, I'm sure he
will have to give in to our wishes. He knows he will have no choice and he
will have to get used to our love. You want my body as much as I want and
need yours and he will have to accept and approve of our liaisons. But you
will have to insist on this as a condition of your arrangement with his
granddaughter. Yussef, don't you realize how much you mean to him. He is
not the power here, he knows he will have to accept anything you want or
run the risk of losing you. And he does not want that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know that the one thing he wants more that anything in this
world is to have a male heir from his bloodline to take over after he dies.
His sons-in-law cannot give him that and he hates them for it. He knows he
cannot live forever and you seem to be the last hope that he will have to
pick his heir."

Allie pulled him close to himself and kissed his lips. "I have missed you
so much," he whispered into Joseph's ear as he pushed him back onto the
bed. "Come! Now, it is time for me to once again become your sex slave.
Only you can and must tame that wild beast that is in me. I need you to
turn me from King Kong into Fay Wray. I need my strong white hunter to tame
me. Come Master, let's stop this crap and get to bed. We have wasted too
much time already," he said as he started to remove Joseph's suit jacket
and tie.

"Damn it Allie! I said stop! And I mean it." Joseph said in as controlled a
tone as he could. "Look, Allie, it's not that I don't want you - both you
and Allah know I do," he lied. "But until that 'old man', as you call him,
tells me directly that he not only approves of our sleeping together, but
it is permitted - that 'CRAP' is law. I was serious when I told you I
wanted to become a good Muslim. Being a good Muslim requires that you
submit to the will of Allah and his appointed teachers. This I intend to
try to do. Now, get the hell out of here before I press the service button
and have the steward come in and forcibly remove you!"

To be continued...