Sex in the Sky

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End of Chapter 27

“You, my love, are impossible, just impossible. I cannot satisfy you. I have turned you into a rampant sex fiend. What am I to do with you?”

“I just want to fuck you one more time, lov…. Just one more time…”

Chapter 28

Later that morning the doctor paid a house call and after an examination, he proclaimed Joseph fit to continue his normal activities. As soon as he left Fazzi said, “I did not need him to tell me that! I could have told him that. Now I want your to go into the city and have some fun. I was not joking last night when I told you about my meetings today. There is nothing for you to do here now. I will keep up with things from here and let you know if I hear anything from Allie. I’m sure it will be over soon.”

Joseph reluctantly called Rich and arranged to meet him at the rehearsal theater. Rich, the producers and the director of his new play were holding auditions. With only a few more rolls to fill the play was set to go into formal rehearsals as soon as the entire cast was assembled. It was Rich’s first staring roll and he wanted everything to be perfect. So Joseph joined him and sat in the theater listening to a bunch of “want-a-bees” reading the same lines over and over.

About dinnertime a tired and hungry Joseph leaned over to Rich and whispered, “If I have to hear those lines one more time, I’ll scream. When are we getting out of here?”

Rich agreed and looking at his watch turned to the director and said, “It’s getting late let’s call it a day. We can continue on Monday.”

“That’s it for today people. It’s getting late. Let’s call it a day. Those we have not heard yet come back Monday 10 AM sharp. Thank you for coming.” Called out the director to the accompaniment of moans and groans. “Sorry but even tyrannical dictators like me need food and rest.”

After saying good night, Rich and Joseph went out to a nearby restaurant to eat. During supper Joseph’s cell phone started to ring. Seeing that the call was from Fazzi, he apologized to Rich, “It’s Fazzi. He might have news about Ibrahim, I better answer.”

“Good evening Fazzi. Anything new?”

“So curt, so business like. Are the Worthingtons with you?” Fazzi asked.

“I’m just with Rich. It was a long hard day and we have not left for the Island yet. Is there any news?”

“Yes, I have great news. Allie arrived in Syria and was told that his man has made contact with Ibrahim’s “New Friends”. It appears that Ibrahim had tried to escape and was giving his “friends” a rough time. They might have done some things to him to restrain him and make him even more uncomfortable shall we say. However once Allie’s man got there and used your coded message things changed. I am told that it worked like a charm and they are in the process of making the final arrangements for his release as we speak.”

“That was real quick. I am amazed. I really had not expected it to move so fast.” Joseph said,

“Yes it was fast. Allie is a good man and it proves that a little push here and there in the right direction can move mountains. I’m just sorry we could not have got to Ibrahim sooner; we might have avoided some unpleasantness.”

“What ‘things’ did they do?” Joseph asked.

“You know better than to ask that, habibi. The important thing is that he is all right now, he has been turned over to Allie’s man and he will be back in Syria by Monday. We have been in contact with the American authorities and have been assured that his processing will be kept at the bare minimum. Allie said that your idea of getting the Paterson community involved was a stroke of genius. It provided them with a face saving exit. His captors announced they were releasing him to the Paterson community as a show of good faith and good will. By next weekend it will all be a bad dream. In any event I have arranged that he and his mother be our guests at our little celebration here in Paterson, next Saturday.”

“That is great news! You must thank everyone for me.” Joseph said relieved. “Is there anything else new?”

“Yes there is. You remember that I told you I was having some friends over this afternoon?”

“Yes I remember. You were going to have a three or four way with them.” Joseph said in Arabic because Rich was within hearing distance. “Was it better than it was last night?”

“I was joking about that and you know it. While you were asleep yesterday I called my lawyers and arranged for them to come over today. I asked them to draw me up a new will.” Fazzi said. “With all that has been going on I decided not to wait for you to decide on your conversion. Yussef, with my daughter and Mary gone I am totally alone. It has started me thinking about the possibility that something might happen to me and I decided that I want you to be my heir. I am not going to wait till you decide to convert or not. I have no one else and…..”

“Are you completely off your rocker?” He said switching to English.

“Don’t argue! It is already done, Mary and Kassie get taken care of for the rest of their lives, but you get everything else and you administer my estate and the fund.”

“You are really out of your mind.”

“I may be, but once I’m gone I won’t care. It will be up to you to administer everything and I want it in the hands of someone I love and know I can trust.” Fazzi said. “I have thought about this from all sides and have made the decision. I really have only one choice. You are the only one. Who else is there? I have no relatives that I can trust. If you convert, I will adopt you by Muslim law and you will get it anyway. If you had married Kassie, It still would be left to you. I love you and want you to have it, so don’t fight me. It is as you say a “Done Deal”.”

“Are you sure there is nothing I can say to make you change your mind?”

“Nothing will change it. Don’t try. Now go back to your friend and give my regards to the entire family. It is getting late and I would not like to see you drive all the way out to the Island. You still need to take it easy. Why not stay with Rich and play it safe? As long as he is there, can I speak with him for a few minutes?”

“He wants to talk to you.” Joseph said handing him the phone.

“Hello Rich. I just wanted to ask you how Yussef is doing. He had a nasty shock yesterday and I just think he should not try to overdue it today. Rather than drag him out to the Island, he should perhaps rest at your place. You and your family will all be together anyway next weekend and we will really have a ball.”

“Now that you mention it, he does look a bit ragged out. I agree with you. I will talk to him about it. About next week I really intend to be there. I am looking forward to meeting you.” Rich lied. “I just hope we finish the casting calls by then. We are having a rough time for the last three rolls.”

“Well I hope you fill them soon, I am looking forward to meeting you. May I please say goodbye to Yussef?”

“Here he wants to say goodbye.” Rich said handing Joseph the phone.

Fazzi switching to Arabic said, “I want to tell you again that not only is the house empty when you are not here, but so am I. I love you very much. Goodbye.”

“As I do you too.” Joseph hung up and turned to Rich and said, “the man is out of his mind!” and then he gave Rich an almost literal translation of the exchange with Fazzi. “He is leaving me in charge of everything. His estate, the fund and about one quarter of a billion dollars.”

Like an idiot and without thinking, Rich blurted out, “Well how does it feel becoming one of the world’s most expensive ‘kept men’?” and then he turned ashen white. “Oh god…!”

“I won’t even demand that you apologize for that. I just hope you did not mean it–even if it is true. But, to tell you the truth, damn it feels good.” Then looking at Rich he said with a twinkle in his eye, “now you tell me how you feel about seducing a half-billionaire into your bed.” And the both of them started to laugh.

“I thought you said it was one quarter billion.”

“Well I do intend to double it by the time he dies.”

Later that evening from a pay phone Joseph & Rich called Agent Barns and told him everything that had happened. The FBI man was ecstatic about the latest turn of events. “That is fantastic, we could not have asked for anything more. I can’t believe it…. Now you just be as careful as you can. I have to think he has something up his sleeve. He can’t be that stupid.”

Then after Joseph told him about what was going on with Ibrahim, Bill almost screamed into the phone. “Joseph you are …. I just can’t think of the right words. The big guy is going to flip when he hears this. I am calling the President and will make sure that the pathway is cleared for Ibrahim’s return. The only other thing we need to find out is the reason why Fazzi is going back to Syria. Something is going on and no one knows anything about it. I am sure our friends in the Mossad must know something but they are not telling us a thing. They are just waiting for him to leave the United States so that they can assassinate or even capture him alive. They would know how to get information out of him.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to try to go with him?”

“NO! Damn it NO!” Screamed the FBI Agent into the phone. “I don’t want you out of our reach and protection. If and when the Mossad decides to take him down, I don’t want you caught in the crossfire. You are not to even suggest it to him. He might change his mine and decide to take you and that’s all we would need is to have you fall into their hands. They would have you singing like an opera star and our whole operation would fall apart.”

“I would never talk!”

“Yes you would and so would any agent they got their hands on. They know how to make you spill everything you know. You would be singing like a canary in a short time. And what’s worse is they would enjoy doing it. You stay here and we will try to find another way. You can consider that as a direct order from the President of the United States. No heroics. Promise?”

“You are the boss. Besides I hear it gets too hot in Syria this time of year.” The soldier said and he bid farewell to the FBI agent and hung up the phone.

Since it was getting late, they decided not to take the long trip out to the Island. They spent the rest of the weekend resting and eating out and having fun. They even found the time to attend a Sunday matinee movie, after which they made love. It was a relaxed love, one that he could never have or even want with Fazzi.

Monday Joseph returned to base and was teaching when the news broke that Ibrahim had arrived in Syria and then had been flown to Germany for a medical exam. He had called his mother and told her he was on his way home. Joseph called her and she was excited to say the least. She told Joseph that Ibrahim had said to tell him that he was going to buy him the biggest bacon sandwich in history. Joseph smiled as he put down the phone. Later he caught Ibrahim in a news conference. He was telling the reporters how glad he was to be free and that he looked forward to personally thanking the Arab/American community of Paterson and others for their efforts and help in arranging his release. He said “I’m doing it here and now in public but I sure look forward to being able to meet personally with and thank each and everyone that helped arrange this.”

Later that evening at Fazzi’s place Joseph was able to talk by phone with Ibrahim and both he and Fazzi officially invited him and his mother to the party on Saturday. He said that he would be glad to attend if he could clear it with the government.

Joseph assured him that everything would be arranged. A special effort was made to arrange all the details, and by Friday everything was arranged. Ibrahim and his mother were reunited in a New York City hotel and Saturday morning they were picked up and driven to Fazzi’s Estate where they had a grand reunion with Joseph. After hugs and kisses, Joseph introduced Mrs. Smith to Fazzi and told her that he was the one that arranged for Ibrahim’s return. Fazzi, ever the grand host, took her on a tour of the estate while Joseph and his buddy went into the Library and talked about what had happened.

“OK, you’re home now, what was it they did to you.” Joseph asked.

“It is really too embarrassing to talk about. Until that man you sent came they had me hung up like a side of beef. I thought they were going to hang me or cut off my head. There were four of them. They questioned me in relays, not letting me get any sleep. It went on for hours, or at least it felt like hours. They would stop, feed themselves and then…”

“Then what?” Joseph asked. “What did they want to know?”

“I don’t think they wanted to know anything. They just wanted to play mind games with me. They were playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse before it kills it. One of them put his pistol in my mouth and cocked the trigger. I thought I was a goner. My head blown to smithereens. However, he just moved it around my mouth and ran it over my tongue. He made me suck on it and get it wet. Then he removed it and pushed it up my ass. The bastard raped my black ass with that cold steel barrel, pushing it in and out. Then he made me suck on it again. I passed out and when I woke up I was tied to a bed and the four of them took turns fucking me. I passed out again and when I woke up this time, it was as if I had become the guest of honor. I was told it had been a mistake and that my interrogators had been shot. I doubt that but… I never saw them again. The new guys kept saying how sorry they were and that had they know I was ‘one of them’ they would have never… I did not know what was going on, but they gave me medical attention and food. It was all kind of fuzzy - then this Syrian shows up and gives me that message. I cannot explain to you how those few words just drilled their way into my brain and I began to believe that there was a God and that he was good. All at once like a miracle the sky opened and the sun came out. After that things got better and better. I can’t tell you how glad I am to be home and to be able to thank you in person.”

“Well it was not only me, Fazzi really took control and then there was Kassie and her mother in Michigan who helped. You, yourself, had a big part in the transformation of this community. Until your kidnapping this community was afraid to show its humanistic side, but you changed that.” Joseph said as Fazzi and Mrs. Smith rejoined them.

“Yes your capture changed us. It forced us to take a really hard look at ourselves and made us begin to think of how others have seen us. Some things we saw we do not like and perhaps in time we will change. It is hard to express in words, but we are very proud to have helped, but also we are ashamed that an outsider had to teach us. Don’t let him fool you, the whole thing was Yussef’s doing. I was only his tool.” Fazzi said. “Now it’s time to celebrate. We have dedicated this bazaar to you, Ibrahim. As soon as Richard gets here we will leave. I am told that the entire downtown area is filling up with people and it has been turned it into a real Arab Shuk. Dina has arrived and the men are lined up to see her dance.” The doorbell interrupted him. “I’ll bet that’s Richard and Sarah now.”

It was and after introductions were made, they all piled into a van that Fazzi had rented for the occasion and traveled down into the center of town.

“Where is your son Richard? Is he not coming?” Fazzi asked.

“I hope he will join us later. He says that he does not want to take anything away from the “Star of the Day”, Ibrahim.” Richard said laughing. “To tell you the truth I think he is going ‘Broadway’ on us. An entourage always trails him these days. I’m afraid it has given him a big head.”

“Well if what I read in the papers is true, that young man has a great future ahead of him.” Fazzi said. “You must be very proud of him. About as proud of him as I am of my son-Yussef. Has he told you I have made him my son and heir?”

“Yes he has and I’m very glad about it. It is so nice when we fathers have sons that they can brag about.” Richard said.

Sitting in the rear seats Sarah turned to Ibrahim’s mother and said, “I’m Sarah, I’m sorry but I did not catch your first name.”

“Bessie, Bessie Smith. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Bessie, you must be proud and happy to have Ibrahim back. We were all so concerned about him.” Sarah said. “Regardless of what the men may say, we woman also take a special pride in our sons.”

“Yes that’s true, but I do remember when Ibrahim’s father was alive there was this special bond between them and I’m sure that he is feeling that pride in heaven right now.”

When they arrived downtown the cheers and the applause of thousands of town’s people and many outsiders met them. Most had come to celebrate Ibrahim’s release. Some had come out of curiosity. The town fathers, after originally opposing the bazaar now tried to take it over. They had tried to tone down the involvement of the Arab community. They had even wanted to move it completely out of Fazzi’s Arab committee’s control. When the Arab committee protested, the council tried to refuse them the needed permits. The Muslim community together with the Black community then threatened to stage a mass march on city hall and burn the mayor in effigy. The politicians, after realizing that there was an election coming up, reluctantly agreed to allow Fazzi’s committee to handle the entire thing, but not before warning them that they would have the State Police and National Guard on standby in case things got out of hand. Now however, with Ibrahim’s release, they were falling all over themselves helping and playing like it was their idea in the first place. Not only the Mayor but also the Governor and members of the congressional delegation, all were on hand to welcome Ibrahim home and play up to the community as a whole. Speeches were long-winded and repetitious. Finally Ibrahim got up and thanked all the people and his friends for their help and then introduced Fazzi as the man who was responsible for his being alive today. Fazzi then took the microphone and invited them all to partake of what the Arab community had to offer. In his speech he noted that the Army Language School had accepted his personal invitation and sent a large contingent of soldiers.

“I remind you all that they are here at my invitation, and as my guests. Most if not all of them are my son’s students and a while back I had the honor of being a guest lecturer at their school. While we disagreed on many things, they treated me with the respect due to royalty. I repeat they are OUR guests. You are to treat them as such. They are here to learn and enjoy themselves. Let us show them and all our other guests here today the hospitality that the Arab Nation is known for. Now lets have fun!”

And fun they did have. Politics were forgotten. Old hatreds and fears evaporated. Food, music and entertainment were the order of the day. Dancing and storytellers filled the streets. Food vendors served dishes that most Americans had never tasted or even heard of. Mr. Amoz, the owner of Cafe Casablanca, had outdone himself and prepared free food, (at Fazzi’s and the ‘Fund’s’ expense), for the bazaar. Everyone had a great time and there was no trouble at all. Ibrahim, Worthington, Joseph and Fazzi joined hands and danced the Dabbke. During the dance the members of dance group formed a circle around Fazzi and Joseph and applauded as the two danced alone together. Then the two of them insisted that everyone join them in the dancing. Everyone laughed to see Ibrahim and Richard stumbling in the dance line. The men even enticed some of the soldiers to join them in the line. There were hugs and kisses and good feelings all day long. Dina did her performances and used Joseph as well as other men in her act. For some reason the women cheered her on more than the men. Joseph overheard one of them talking in Arabic to a friend saying that she was glad to see a woman making the men look like fools. Dina was especially nice to Ibrahim. After she had used him in her dance, Joseph saw her give Ibrahim one of her cards and he knew what that meant. Joseph smiled as he recalled the showers he had taken with the black soldier; I’ll bet she loves riding that big long cock of his.

The man pulled his cock from Mitch’s hand and locked his wrist back into place. “Now, men, now is the time for us to begin. We make this offering of lust release to Eros, the ancient God of love and carnal delights. We hope that he is pleased with our offerings!” The big man stepped back from Mitch, pointing at both men, strapped to the benches. “We make our offerings to Bacchus, ancient God of Merriment and Mirth. May he relish our desires and lift us to never before achieved levels of pleasure!”

Mitch could see the men in the room begin to sway as they circled closer to his and Jason’s forms. The big man stepped back, out from the circle of light, and Mitch felt many hands begin to touch and caress his body. Hands slid along his legs, cupped his balls, and slid across his stomach and chest. He heard Jason moan, and turned to see dozens of men surrounding the other man, touching and feeling his flesh. He felt fingers probe his ass, furtively slipping inside. All around him, naked flesh circled, rubbing his body and touching him all over. He felt his cock throb harder, his body flushing and tingling to the touches.

He gasped as a cock was shoved deep inside his exposed ass. Another cock was placed between his lips. His body reacted with lust, as his tongue flicked across the head of the cock in his mouth. Mitch had been with couples and groups before, and he always relished the feeling of having cocks in his ass and mouth at the same time. For him, it was a blissful experience; even though he was being held against his will this time around. Cocks were slid across his body, hands grasping his cock and stroking the length of it. He felt cocks in his hands and pumped along the shafts, feeling the heat and strength in each one.

The cock in his ass was pulled free and then rammed forcefully to its full length. He gasped again in pleasure and pain, feeling a jolt of lust and life course through his body. He nearly bit down on the cock in his mouth, and his teeth nibbled on the shaft slipping in and out of his lips. He heard moans of pleasure and lust from all around him, from his own body as well. He looked around to see the men all standing around him, their flesh glowing with the lights from above.

The man fucking his ass pulled his cock out again, slowly stroking it as he moved to the side. Another man immediately took his place and plunged his cock into Mitch’s quivering ass. Waves of lust and sexual need flowed through Mitch, filling him with desire and longing. He worked harder on the cock in his mouth, sucking on it as if it was the only way to sustain his life. He grasped wildly at the cocks by his side, jerking on them as the slipped through his fingers. He heard more moaning around him, and he was lost in a lustful bliss.

Cocks were pulled from his ass and mouth, only to be replaced by other cocks – some bigger or smaller, fatter or curved, filling him over and over again. Hands would rub along his own cock, many times bringing him close to the edge of orgasm, only to release their grip – and prolong his own pleasure. Fingers slid along his body, pinching at his nipples and tickling at his balls. Mitch lost track of time, reeling in desire and lust as men used his body as their vessel of sex.

Mitch could hear Jason moaning and groaning on the other bench. He could glance over and see the pleasure spread across his face as Jason’s ass was filled with cock after cock. Mitch watched in desire as one of the hooded men pulled his cock from Jason’s mouth, stripped of the condom and shot his hot cum across Jason’s neck and chest. Jason could only catch a breath before another cock was pushed between his lips, fucking his face and filling his mouth with male passion.

Mitch felt a splash of hot cum on his own stomach, as one of the men around him came. “Fuck yess!” the man moaned as his cum shot from the head, milked by furious strokes. The head of Mitch’s cock glistened with pre-cum, as it leaked from his own dick head. His cock throbbed and tingled, his balls churning up loads of cum, waiting for release.

More and more men put their cocks into Jason and Mitch’s asses and mouths, pulling them out and shooting their hot sperm across their prone bodies. Mitch felt loads of cum splash across his chest, abs, and his face. New loads of cum would spread across his body as the older loads began drying out. The room was filled with the moans of pleasure and lust, as many men kept fucking Mitch and Jason. Just when Mitch thought it was going to be over, as another cock was pulled from his ass, with another load shot across his body, a new cock would plunge into the waiting hole, filling him again with lust and desire.

Jason was lying on the next bench, writhing in lust as another cock was shoved deep inside his ass. Jason’s cock began twitching and bouncing as an orgasm wracked his body. His hands strained against their bounds, his muscles clenching as his own cum shot from his cock, arcing through the air, to land on his chest, mixing with the copious loads spread on his flesh. He was gasping for breath as the cock he’d been forced to suck pulled free and the man shot his own load along Jason’s neck. Another cock soon filled his mouth again, and another replaced the man at Jason’s ass, as the man’s cum flooded across Jason’s still throbbing cock.

Jason’s own orgasm slowed receded from his body, as he panted and tried to catch his breath. He was still moaning from pleasure or pain, Mitch could not be sure which. His breath came in deep rasping gasps, filling his lungs with oxygen and forcing moans from his body as he still shivered with the wracking orgasm.

Mitch felt another cock pulled from his ass and felt another load of cum shower across his body. He waited for another cock to take its place in his waiting hole, as he felt another man cum on his body. Mitch continued to suck the cock in his mouth, and felt the presence of another man about to plunge into his ass. How many times had he been fucked? How many cocks had he sucked on? How many loads of cum had been sprayed on his flesh? He was delirious with desire and lust, these emotions pushing his fear from his mind. He felt strong hands on his thighs, rubbing along his legs, massaging at his calves. A man still pumped his cock in and out of Mitch’s lips, throbbing harder with each penetration.

Mitch looked up at the man that was fucking his face, as he pulled his cock out and shot another load across his chest. The man’s balls were in Mitch’s mouth and he suckled on them, feeling the hot spunk churning through the flesh, releasing through the shaft and onto Mitch’s neck and chest. The man at his legs still massaged along his legs, the tip of his cock brushing against Mitch’s ass, teasing him with more lust fueled desires.

“Please?” Mitch mumbled, still suckling on the man’s balls. “Stick that cock in me. Fill my hole with your manhood! I want to feel you deep inside!” The inner slut of Mitch came forth, begging this man, this total stranger, this captor, to fuck him into delerium.

“Be ready, boy,” the deep voice replied. Before Mitch could recognize the voice, the big man’s cock shoved deep inside his ass, filling him to the extreme. Mitch felt as if he would split and the big man’s cock slid deeper into his ass. The man grasped at his bouncing cock, stroking it to match each thrust of his monster cock into Mitch’s ass. Mitch gasped in pleasure, tinged with minor pain, as the man ravaged his ass, plunging deeper and deeper into his ass, filling it to capacity, as Mitch’s body felt filled to capacity with lust and desire.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Mitch was now yelling his desires to the man, begging for that cock to be shoved deeper and harder into his body. He was filled with so much cock, so much desire for that huge cock, that all other thoughts left his mind. He reeled with desire, feeling his balls tighten with his coming orgasm. “Oh, FUCK! Yeah! FUCK that ass! Fill it with your cock! Oh, YESSSSS…” The man’s hand continued to stroke Mitch’s cock, speeding his strokes to match each penetrating thrust into his ass. Mitch could feel the cum churning in his balls, making its way up his shaft, exploding from his cock. “Fuck ME! I’m cumming!” he was shouting, as shot after shot of his hot cum flew through the air, landing on his chest.

He moved his head about wildly, feeling the orgasm flow to every muscle in his body. He looked up briefly to see the big man throw his head back and mount one final thrust into Mitch’s ass. He felt the deepest thrust into his ass as another load of cum shot from his throbbing cock. The big man let out a deep yell of animal lust as he unloaded into the Mitch’s ass, filling the condom with his hot sperm, as his load churned from his balls and out of the cock head.

Mitch shuddered as his cock continued to spasm and leak cum onto his belly. The big man kept his cock pushed deep into Mitch’s ass, flexing his cock with each shot into the condom. The room became still and quiet, as the big man continued his orgasm inside Mitch. Mitch could feel each throb and spasm of the huge cock inside him, as his own orgasm subsided.

Finally, the big man pulled his cock from Mitch. It was still hard and throbbing, the condom filled with his jizz, bulging at the head from the load. “Leave us,” the man announced. Mitch could see as the other men filed out of the room. “You did well,” he finally said to Jason and Mitch, after all the other men had left the room. He clapped his hands once, and 2 men returned to the room, unhooking Jason and taking him from the room. Mitch was now alone with the big man, and he was still bound at the ankles and wrists.

“What’s going to happen, now?” Mitch queried, not wanting to know what the final truth might be. Fear began to creep back into his mind, waiting for an answer that he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear. “Please sir, I have done what I was told and forced to do. Please let me go.” He pleaded.

“Yes, boy, you have performed admirably, allowing my men to have their pleasures and lusts, their sexual desires to be spent.” The big man’s hand ran across Mitch’s stomach, rubbing the countless loads of cum into his flesh. “You have done quite well and you have also pleased me and released my lust and desire. For now.” Mitch could barely hear the man as he whispered the last statement. “But, there are precautions that I must take, remedies to problems that may arise from this encounter you have had with us.”

Mitch shut his eyes, not wanting to picture what these remedies would be. Fear was gripping him tightly now, almost as tightly as the man had gripped his cock during his orgasm. Mitch was still basking in the pleasure of his total release, but that feeling was slipping beneath the currents of the sea of fear that was washing through him. “Please sir. I beg of you!” he pleaded, completely unsure of the thoughts that could be crossing the big man’s mind. The man still slid his hands along Mitch’s abs and chest, rubbing the pools of drying jizz.

“I will….” The man’s deep voice trailed off as he stood and moved towards one of the tables. Mitch could still see the man’s cock, long and thick, filling the condom, shrouded in his own cum. He stopped at the table and picked something up.

When he returned to where Mitch was lying, he could see that the man had pulled the condom off of his cock and wiped it clean. He could see that the man had a cloth in his hands, and Mitch looked at it with uncertainty. He looked away again, and a whimper escaped his lips. The man reached forward with the cloth and covered Mitch’s mouth and nose.

Mitch held his breath, not knowing what was going on. “Breath in, boy. Do not force me to other measures,” the man commanded. Mitch did as he was told, inhaling a strong chemical from the rag. He was sobbing slightly, feeling his strength ebb with each breath. He wasn’t sure what was going on, and fear filled his thoughts as darkness filled his vision. The last thing he could see was the big man peering down at him through the blue hood.