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I thought back to the pill the doctor had given us yesterday saying it would help me sleep on the flight.
"It will relax you, lower your guard. He needs a toy to entertain him on the long flight. Sometimes he needs more than one. We rarely went back and forth without him finding some little blonde passenger to fuck in the bathroom a few times he banged the pilot in the cockpit," Caleb was right beside me now, leaning against the desk while I pretended to organize papers. He leaned into me like he was telling a secret, whispering the filthy details close to my ear.
"It's not his fault, Lincoln. He has needs. So do I," Caleb whispered to me, "He would have been loyal. He would have kept it all for me, it's my fault he turned out this way. I never wanted to settle down with just one lion, be sold for life to one cock no matter how magnificent it is. And yeah, Lincoln, you've seen it. You know it's one for the records."
"I don't look at him that way," I interjected and pushed my tenting cock under the desktop.
"Right. At first he was hurt, tried to reclaim me, tried to please me. But then I caught him getting revenge with one of my friends. I joined them. He took turns sliding into both of us and we all loved it. Soon I'd set him up with all kinds of guys. I loved the look when they saw what he was packing, what he planned to pack inside them. A few backed out or just wanted to suck him, but most adjusted, begged for it. I knew he really just wanted me, and that made it hotter. I could control the monster and send it on my own missions." Caleb was rubbing a hand over my pecs now and squeezing them.
"After all that, he's still loyal to me. He never knew how to stop loving someone. I know he doesn't want me anymore, he fucks me out of obligation... but Samir still needs to know I am taken care of so he set me up with this fake job. I need him to let me go... And that's why I found tight-bodied little you," Caleb stopped and put my earlobe between his teeth. His right hand rubbed down to my abs.
I was rock hard, but I pushed away at his words. "No, I applied for this job. I worked hard for it! It's my future, my dream. It's not like that with me and Mr. Hamad, I'm straight."
He grabbed my arm and I allowed him to pull me back. "Ok ok, damn boy," he smiled, pushed me into the chair.
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked with a tone of angry confusion. I checked the clock to see I still had to be around him for a few more hours.
"Because you are about to be trapped in a small pod with him for 13 hours and the scene I walked in on this morning was halfway to fucking. You think you'll be able to keep your hands off of him that whole time? You're rock hard right now just talking to me about it," Caleb reached down towards my cock and I slid back.
"You want to be hard the whole time? Embarrass yourself in front of him? You know whatever pill he gives you to sleep is going to make you hump him in your sleep. It's just a side effect," he said and leaned back against the desk. He had a mini bulge of his own going on. After only being around Mr. Hamad for awhile, it was hard to be impressed with anyone.
"I think I'll be ok... I'll just jack off in the bathroom before we leave," I said, not believing I was actually discussing this with him.
"That will only prime the pump," he laughed. "Let me suck it for you, drain your balls. I can empty the reservoir like no girl you've ever had."
"Uh no, bro. I'm not like that. I'm sure it would shrink when you touched it. I don't even think it works like that," I protested though my cock wasn't going down.
"You'd be surprised what skills I have. Just close your eyes, picture a girl, picture Samir if that works better, though he's never sucked a cock in his life," Caleb laughed. That little piece of information made my cock thump. Of course he'd never do that. He wasn't gay at all. He just liked to... well ok he liked to fuck guys, that's kinda gay. But it wasn't like Caleb-gay.
I thought for a moment as my cock drooled in my briefs. "Show me how you suck him, yeah?" I proposed.
Caleb loosened his tie and pulled off his suit coat. He started to undo his belt buckle. "No no," I protested, "Seriously, I don't need to see your body down there." He shrugged and took off his dress shirt hurriedly. He left on his tie, even tightened it back against his neck.
"Samir likes to pull on it sometimes when I'm going down on him or from behind when he's stuffing me," he knelt down in front of me. I remembered when Mr. Hamad had put his tie around Derek's neck while he fucked him.
I reached forward and took the silky tie in my hand and pulled his head forward. "This how he does it?" I turned my hand to wrap the tie around my palm, bringing his face to me.
"Yes, and then this," he said and then took two of my fingers between his lips and sucked them.
I pushed them back against his tongue, reaching for the back of his throat. He gave a little wretch sound but swallowed and smiled. He nodded his head with an "uhhh mmm" sound. His mouth felt weird but then I hadn't ever had my fingers in someone's mouth. I didn't think girls would like this. His eyes blurred a little but he wasn't fumbling, he knew how this worked.
I slid my fingers out and wiped them across his nose. They were wet with his spit, and I painted his cheeks. He looked at me with disappointment. He gripped the arms of the chair for support and I pulled him up closer. I pulled on the tie, bringing his face inches from mine. He pursed his lips like he wanted a kiss. His breath brought the scent of his gum to my nose. He had spit it out, but the spearmint lingered and I studied him with mild repulsion.
"You really get off on this, don't you?" I felt a rough voice come out of my mouth. He lowered his stomach and slid his hard little prick against my thigh. I was glad I hadn't let him take his pants off.
"Yes sir," he said in that nauseating little whine, "Samir does too." That last part turned my stomach. It wasn't the Mr. Hamad I knew. It wasn't my Arab.
"Show me what he likes and don't sound so faggy," I said flatly. This was investigation, insight into my mentor. That was all it was, I told myself.
I let the tie uncurl and slip from my fingers. Caleb lowered his lips to my neck and started to tickle me with his tongue and soft bite. His hands reached for the buttons of my shirt. He loosened my tie just enough to slide my shirt open. His teeth, tongue, and lips did a little dance down my neck to my smooth, pale chest.
"Damn, I knew you were built," he said as he kissed down to my small, pink nipples. "So fucking beautiful, dude," he said in less of a whine, trying to imitate the Cali surfer-bro accent. He bit and sucked at my nipples, sending waves over my chest and a ripple through my stomach. I flexed and tensed my already cut muscles unnecessarily. I don't know why, but I wanted to look bigger for him. If I wanted to experience what Mr. Hamad saw in him, I needed to bulk up.
He kissed down my abs, taking a special interest in my belly button, "I love an outtie, easier to keep clean, no surprises," he said matter-of-factly to my small protruding button. "Samir will love this too," he added, always putting a detail about Mr. Hamad to keep me engaged in this with him. He knew my secret.
His hands rubbed at my bulge. I was proud of it, but I knew that coming from his usual diet of thick, Arab meat, mine would be somewhat of a disappointment.
His teeth worked my belt buckle and he expertly pulled it out and opened it. He bit at the buckle again and slid it out of the loops and then spit it on the floor. The things he knew to do with his mouth made my cock twitch and leak more in my briefs.
He worked at the button next, the pants were a little loose there to accommodate my sizeable ass. Mr. Hamad had said they would get tailored next week when we got back to Satra. He said we would get more suits for me and make sure they fit. He had slid his hand into the back to show his disapproval of how loose the waist was. But he stopped when he got to my cheeks since they were tight there. He gave them a squeeze, approving of my muscles.
Caleb opened them and bit at the zipper, sliding it down as my cock, poking at the restraining briefs pushed out. He used his hands here to slid my pants down and off. I sat there in my tie, blue briefs, and black socks. He stood and backed away, taking me in.
"Damn, your body is bangin', Linc. I can see why you got the job the first interview," He smiled. He didn't look half bad with his shirt off. He was thin but somewhat toned, definitely not flabby like some guys his size. He must have worked hard to keep the balance without getting too big lest someone mistake him for an alpha.
"Uh, thanks, I guess?" I stretched out a little, sliding down to move my package towards the edge of the chair. He stepped towards me again and I couldn't help myself. I sat up on the edge of the chair and reached for his tie. It dangled from his neck, down his smooth, pale chest. We were two white boys getting it on in the head office of a top Arab business. I wondered what the CIA would make of this if they had his business under surveillance.
I grabbed him roughly by the tie and dragged him back down to his knees. He coughed as I cut off the air, but smiled hungrily. "You're getting the hang of this," he said with a dry throat from below me on the floor.
"Yeah, you too," I said and pulled him back to me. I laid back and he slid off my briefs with his teeth. They didn't want to go and they caught on my cock, but he was a persistent and experienced little fag. He pulled hard and twisted them around and then down and off. He took them and put his nose right in the crotch, inhaling deeply.
"That's gross," I laughed, knowing it was something I engaged in nightly.
"Sorry... sir," he said in a masculine but submissive tone, "I honestly haven't ever explored anyone younger than me, much less whiter. It's different."
"Then stop wasting time with my briefs," I said and a spark ignited in his eyes, liking the firm tone I adopted with him. I didn't know where it was coming from. I honestly had never thought I would be here naked in a shiny tower dominating an older skinny white guy. Oddly enough, I was quickly adapting to the situation.
I pulled on his tie again and brought his lips inches from my cock. With my free hand, I grabbed my shaft and pumped it twice as he tried to taste the tip with his tongue. I held firmly on the tie and slowly lowered him to it. It was choking him, but not too much.
His lips settled on the tip of my cock and he pressed them together firmly as I tugged on his neck through the tie. He banged his lips against the tip a few times like he wanted me to force it into him. I grabbed his hair like I'd seen Mr. Hamad do. I pulled it down painfully so he had nowhere to go and suddenly he parted his lips, just slightly. It was all I needed and I shoved the tip in.
"Mmmmm" he whined around my cock sending vibrations through it. Before he'd started, I was worried about it shrinking up in disgust, now I was worried about how long my cock could resist his expertise. I gripped his hair and put my other hand on the back of his head, pushing him down deeper.
His lips slid down my shaft in this forced O shape that felt like a kung fu grip ring around my cock. Behind the lips, the rest of the shaft was getting a warm tongue bath. It was wet and hot in there and he swirled the tongue in slow, deliberate circles around me.
He wasn't even moving now as I just held his head there with half my cock inside him.
"Aww fuck, aww dude, uhh oh man," I was mumbling nonsense at the sensations on my cock. This was nothing like the girls I'd let go down on me. They were sloppy slurpers wanting to get things over with and I wasn't much better. Their limp little lips would just sit there and they'd bob up and down on it letting my cock rub against their tongues.
Not this guy. Caleb was full-on certified triple platinum. I got lost there just holding his head in place while his lips vice gripped my shaft and his tongue danced around me. I let my hands slide and he popped off my cock.
"Dude you suck at this," he laughed. "You have to force it in, talk filthy to me, make me your bitch, bro." He coached me. "Samir would never let me get away with just resting my head on his cock. He takes what he wants, fucks my throat, lets me know who is in charge. And I'm taking these damned pants off. Even if you don't want to touch me, I like being naked. It's how Samir would want it." Caleb stood and shucked his pants and slid off a skimpy pair of red briefs.
"Ahh oh, ok," I mumbled groggily. I'd do anything to get my cock back in that mouth. I sat up a little and focused.
"Get on that cock... uh... put your fag hole on my... Oh wait. Ok let me try this again," I fumbled.
Caleb sat back on his heels, looking up at me from the floor with spit dripping down his reddened lips to his pecs. He laughed, but looked at me adoringly.
"God damnit, Lincoln. You're so cute and innocent," he laughed, "Samir must eat that up."
"I'm trying, just shut up and let me try it again, ok?" I sighed, feeling slightly defeated, even my cock was starting to soften.
I stood then, decided it was better to do this on my feet like I'd seen Mr. Hamad do with Derek. I stepped towards him and he raised his head, opened his mouth, and looked up at me with blue eyes that mirrored my own.
"You want to suck this. You dreamed about it. You wondered what your owner was so curious about, what made him choose me. right?" I said in a slow, deep growl.
"Yes sir," he nodded, his interest piqued.
"You want this cock in your throat. You want to be my little fag bitch, right?" I continued.
"Yes, please," he leaned forward, but I grabbed his hand and pulled his head back. I had his neck bent at a sharp angle so he was looking up at me with mouth agape and tongue wiggling in desperation.
I grabbed my shaft slapped the hard cock against his tongue a few times, painting it with the tip. And then I pulled his head towards me, shoving into him all the way as fast and deep as I could. He sputtered around it and I started to ram him.
"Look up at me, I need to see the begging in those eyes," I said and his eyes snapped open and stared directly into mine. I started to pick up the pace, throat fucking him with the tip of my cock. His lips went back to the strong grasp on my shaft, massaging it as I slid in and out of him with abandon.
"I [pump] am NOT [pump] your [pump] replacement," I punctuated each word pushing in as deep as I could. My balls were slapping him in the chin. His skin was so smooth.
"I'm [pump] not [pump] a lazy [pump] sluthole [pump] I'll never [pump] be you [pump], Caleb!" I was ramming him and that last bit caught in his eye with a sting.
He put his hands on my thighs and stopped sucking on me. He was trying to push away, but I held him there until he jerked his head off. My cock popped out with a "Smack!"
"That's not right Lincoln, fuck you," he said and turned away. His eyes were red but I wasn't sure if it was from the face fucking or the words I said.
"I was just trying to... Sorry. I got carried away," I said but still jerked my cock slowly. I was nearly ready to shoot.
"Just sit down again. I'll finish it," he sniffled and I thought I saw a tear. I struggled between feeling like a total asshole and feeling like I was ready to shoot all over him.
I stood there, still stroking slowly, sorting through my conflict. "No, I'm sorry... it's..." I started, but he cut me off.
"JUST SIT DOWN, INTERN!" he barked, regaining his pride slowly.
I sat back in the chair and he crawled over to me. His eyes were a little red still, but he was straightening up, soldiering on.
"You want that cock again?" I started with the dirty low voice again as he crawled between my legs. But then he rose up quickly and pounced on me with his lips to mine.
I didn't have time to react, his lips wrestled mine. He was used to a much more formidable foe. His tongue slid between my lips and he knelt on the chair with his knees on either side of my thighs. I felt his ass rest against my knees as he leaned into me. His skin felt cold from the air conditioner and I slid my arms around his back to warm him.
The kiss wasn't something I wanted, but I felt it was the least I could do after speaking to him like that. So I let him settle in against my chest as he sweetly sucked my tongue into his mouth.
"You're not too bad at that," he said with a wicked smile as he pulled away. "First gay kiss?"
"I'm not gay," I whispered half-heartedly through my haze, his lips inches from mine. He was actually pretty good at that.
"Do you want to fuck me? I think I'm good to go down there," Caleb was serious, ready for business. It was a different look on him.
"No! Jeez, I thought you only did that with Mr. Hamad," I said, my cock staying hard and poking between his cheeks. He started to rub up and down against it, sending little shivers through me.
"I know, but it might be your only chance. He certainly won't ever let you near his ass. And there isn't much of a market to get fucked by a submissive white boy over there. It's not a concept they know," Caleb bit his lip, bouncing in slow motion against me.
"I don't want to fuck him either. I'm not," I started.
"Not gay, right we're still doing that," he rolled his eyes with a laugh, "Ok then, just let me hot dog it for a few more minutes, this feels good, right?"
I nodded and let my hands slide down to hold his hips. He felt so weak in my lap. There was something strangely hot about it. I felt powerful with him. His cock was unimpressively hard and scraped against my smooth abs. He had his arms wrapped around my neck, occasionally burying his face in my shoulder as he bounced. He kissed my neck and my body buzzed with his sweetness.
I felt like I was seeing through his wall for the first time. I got little glimpses of what Mr. Hamad saw in him. Behind that obnoxiously loud gay stereotype he wore, there was a weak and passionate boy. I focused on that because my cock was ready to blow all over him as he expertly rubbed my cock up and over his hole.
He tried to sneak it inside him a few times and I inhaled sharply as the tip pushed against the pursed, tight lips. I shook my head no. I knew that was a line I wasn't to cross. He belonged to Mr. Hamad, that was his to use. Whatever was going on between them I instinctively knew better than to take what belonged to my boss like that.
"Fuck Linc, I need it," he whined against my neck. I slid my hands up his back and pulled him to my chest as he kept up the slow, pressured rhythm. His teeth bit softly against my skin and I knew he'd leave a mark there so I pulled him into me harder, his chest against mine.
"Cale?" I whispered to him.
"Yeah..." he breathed into my ear.
"Don't leave a mark, kay? Don't tell him either. I... you're his ok? I don't want him upset that we messed around. He might send me home," I hadn't thought about it until now. He might not be too thrilled with my babysitting techniques of his 25 year-old "cub."
"He wouldn't do that, he'd just use it to bring you deeper into knowing you owed him, belonged to him," Caleb said flatly. "It's all good though, we should wrap this up before he comes back... can you finish in my mouth?" He slowed his bouncing and reached behind himself to give my cock a few pumps in his firm grip.
He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned up and kissed me quickly before going back to the floor. I wanted to hold him more. It took me over. I started to see his beauty in the way he moved in my lap. If only he could let that shine through whatever crap West Hollywood had pushed on him.
