0 comments/ 3151 views/ 3 favorites The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 25 By: JoyStick56 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy reading this story, please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". 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. End of Chapter 24 Afterward they got themselves up and dragged their exhausted bodies to their bedroom. In bed together, neither of them spoke, but remained silent, just enjoying the closeness and touch of the other's body as they drifted off to sleep. Chapter 25 As the Judge and Jesse slept, on the other side of the world a meeting was taking place in Egypt. In the basement of the Brotherhood Headquarters, Imam Hassin Al-Asbali had called a meeting of his staff and was reporting on his recent trip to Canada and the United States. He expressed his concern and dismay over what had transpired during his meeting with Yethro. "The Judge is under the impression that since the American public saw fit to elect a president whose father was a Muslim it is also possible that they will vote for a real Muslim. He wants us to believe that once he has been elected Lt. Governor, he will be able to run for Governor in 4 years since the present governor cannot constitutionally run for another term. This may be so, however, I think he has something else in mind. I think he is planning, once they are both elected, to somehow knock the Governor off before his term is up and then take over the State," the Imam whispered to them. "That's not only foolish but ridiculous! Besides it's too risky. What has gotten into the old bastard's mind? The F.B.I. would clap him in jail before he could do anything. If not the F.B.I, then I'm sure the rest of the country would string him up," said his second in command. "Jail? No, that will never happen," Imam Asbali smirked. "These Americans are stupid and naive. So much so that I'm sure he could not only get away with it, but he would also most likely become a national hero. After all, it has happened before. Is it not a proven fact that Johnson had Kennedy shot in Dallas and then took over the country because the Industrial-Military Complex wanted to go into Vietnam?" "That has never been proven! That is just one of the many, many rumors that have been postulated," replied another underling. "Well if these stupid Americans can be made to believe that fairy tale that Kennedy was shot by one man ... then they can be sold anything," another lackey laughed. "Do you really think that Yethro has the guts to kill off the Governor?" "Who can tell what is in the mind of that man. He is a Bedouin. They are crafty. Robbery and murder are in their blood. It is second nature to them. And that adopted son of his, that Jesse, he is right there with him. If it were not for his blond hair and blue eyes, my agents tell me he is more like a stinking desert fox than the old man. It would not surprise me one bit if he were behind Yethro's thinking in this matter. Some of our people there think he is the dangerous one. First he gets him to get rid of that rotten wife of his. Then he gets him to lift the chains of his slavery. Then he gets Yethro to adopt him as his son. Now, from what I hear, it looks like he is giving the Judge all these political notions and democratic ideas. I hear that he is even taking instructions in Islam from the local Imam and it looks like he is going to become one of us soon. We must prevent that at least until we get the chance to really check him out and possibly radicalize him to our way. If we are able to do that, we can use him to control 'His Honor'." "Do you think it might work?" asked the assistant. "They say the son is no idiot and he is in fact rather very politically astute. Even more so than Yethro." "I have not met him and therefore I don't know if radicalization would work in this Jesse's case, but we all know it has worked on countless others before. You know how these new converts are - they are easy to manipulate and so willing to please and prove their loyalty. Perhaps it is not such a bad idea. If we can control the son... we control his father. What have we to lose? If it works, at least we will have another person, other than that cousin of his who will feed us information. I never trusted either Yethro or Dan. His son, Jesse, is a lot closer to that Bedouin. He is with him almost 24/7." "Your Eminence, with Yethro and Jesse so close, I still think it would be difficult to indoctrinate the boy." "No, I don't agree with that. It just might work. I understand that this son of his does not have too many young people that he is friendly with. This is not normal for a young man. Perhaps if we were to have some of our younger agents, perhaps a very young woman in the Mosque, befriend him, she can introduce him to our teachings and seduce him. We can turn him to the true teachings of Jihad and use him for our 'eyes and ears' right in Yethro's house. It might even be possible to use him without his having to convert. As a non-convert the Americans might trust him even more. Yes, let's do it. It cannot hurt to have him under close observation. To have one of our female agents in his bed using her body to entrap him might give us another line of information. Like I said, I don't trust either Yethro or Dan to remain loyal to us any longer. They have become Americanized. Yethro, himself has become so disrespectful to me that after I took all that time to go meet with him, he started to lecture me on how I should be running things. We send these people over there, set them up, spend thousands, and they become soft. I think the Judge has become too westernized in his thinking. Yes, give me new converts every time. They are like soft clay. Able to be molded and made willing to do that which is necessary without question. There is nothing to lose by trying. Besides, it always helps to have a few more spies in the center of things," he laughed and turned to one of his subordinates and said, "Let it be done." "It may not be easy to do that. It has been reported to us that he does have a Christian girlfriend that he is seeing and it might not be too easy to get that close to him. She is with him most of the time and it looks like they might be married soon." "Yes, I have heard about this Ms. Goodwin. The Judge would never ever allow his son and heir to marry a non-Muslim. Yethro is most likely allowing this woman to hang around because her father is a big wheel and rich contributor to the party. Besides, from what I hear she is very beautiful, but much older than Jesse. He is a young man and young Americans think with their penises. He must be using her for sex only. Anyway when the time comes, I'm sure Yethro will find a way to make sure his son does the right thing." "And what is the right thing, your Eminence?" "Why to marry a nice, very young, fertile Muslim girl from a good family. One who will keep her mouth shut and her legs apart so she will give him many strong sons. As for this older woman, this Christian, he can always keep her as his concubine, if he wants. If not, there are ways to take care of her, if need be! So, for now, let's just concentrate on the son and see if we can seduce him with one of our own agents. This other woman can be taken care of later. Perhaps we can convince her to leave him or at least to disappear. If she is as beautiful as you say, I'm sure one of our agents can arrange for that to happen!" The months before the election were busy ones. Yethro and Jesse along with Phyllis traveled up and down the State getting to know the electorate. And the electorate got to know them as well. This was not easy because the Judge repeatedly refused to water down what he stood for. He refused to sugarcoat his ideals. He was Muslim and he was proud of it and would not deny it. All through the campaign the Judge painted himself as a moderate. However he did not leave any doubt in the minds of the people that he was a Muslim who thought that Sharia-law was better than secular law. It had to be as God gave it to man and who was he to go against God. It was his hope that someday everyone would come to see the truth of that fact and would come to accept it. He, like most religious people, believed that his religion was right for him as well as for everyone else. However until the day that they could be made to see this, he would try to set the example by lighting the way. Every Friday, the Judge and Jesse, would take the day off to attend Mosque. Not because it was the political thing to do, but because they were tired and needed the break and relaxation. Jesse would attend classes with the local Imam. After classes he would be invited to meet with a growing number of younger people who tried to befriend him. They would engage him in political as well as social discussions. Jesse liked the interaction and noticed the differences between their private militant religious beliefs and Yethro's public pronouncements of his. There were many differences between these views. The young as all young people were more militant. At least for now, Yethro in this way, tried to convince the people to accept his way of thinking without any need of force. Somehow he made the people think that it would be un-American not to vote for him. And it was working for him. At first his opponents tried to paint him as a danger to the country. But the people looked at him and saw a man who believed in his religion with the same vigor and in the same way they believed in theirs. They were sold the idea that maybe Islam did have some merit. When the election was finally held and all the ballots were counted, it became clear that Yethro's party had won by a larger vote than it had ever had before. It was a landslide. Not only did they win, but the party had gained large majorities in both houses of the state and most importantly in a majority of local elections as well. Yethro's party now had a firm grip on the State leaving absolutely no doubt as to who was in control. This shocked some people. When later questioned many people said that they wanted to send a message to the Government. That message was that they wanted real change and to bury once and for all the notion that the American public was anti-Muslim. There was also the underlying thought that Yethro, as a Muslim was only one man and a Lt. Governor, and as such would have no real power. After the election the Judge rented a house in the Capital and he and Jesse took up residence there. At first it looked as if the public was right. There was not much for the new Lt. Governor to do except for the jobs that the Governor gave him to do. However, the Governor, knowing his time was coming to an end, began to give him more and more to do. The Judge with his vast supply of energy was soon bored to death and one day he approached the Governor and requested that he be given something really important to do. "I feel that I'm drying up and becoming jaded. I'm a judge, surely you can find some work in the legal field for me to do." "What kind of work would you like? I have plenty of lawyers on staff now and if it's one more thing I don't need - it is another lawyer!" "Well I was thinking something in the line of the appointment of a special blue-ribbon committee with me as chairman to reform the prison system." "Why in the hell would you want to have anything to do with that mess? It's a quagmire of quicksand and it will drag you down and you will never be able to get out of it." "Well for one thing, you know that Muslim organizations have already made inroads into the inmate population. As a Muslim myself - I might be able to introduce certain reforms and cost reductions which if they came from anyone else, would never be acceptable." "What kind of changes are you thinking of making?" Smiling the Judge answered, "I really do not have any idea as yet, but by heading this committee, I might be able to get the information and maybe develop some new ideas." "You realize that any changes would have to be approved by me and we would have to push them through the legislature," The Governor said. "Yes, I know that. This could be your crowning legacy and I promise that I will do most of the work and you will not have to work too hard." The Governor agreed if only to get Yethro out of his hair. Within a few months Yethro had toured all the prisons and presented a report that envisioned vast changes to the system. Then he, with the Governor's help, pushed through a new appeal system whereby appeals were sent to a special review board that would review all criminal cases within two months. This board's decision was final and there was no other appeal within the state. If for some reason the federal government wanted to hear the case, they would have to remove the prisoner and care for him out of the State. If they refused to do this, the State was required to carry out the original sentence without further appeal. This required a State Constitution amendment and that amendment won passage with an almost unanimous vote. As the Governor's health began to wane, Yethro took on more and more work. Inside of three months the Governor passed away. Yethro was given the Oath of Office and after a suitable time he moved into the mansion. Jesse moved in as his Aide-de-camp and secretary. Yethro began to fill all the court appointments with Sharia-law friendly judges. State and local laws were reviewed and changed to conform to the new system. State and local government officials as well as some police were soon either replaced or made to conform. Knowing that if the prison system could be made to pay for itself, it would be a big tax burden off the backs of the people, Yethro expanded the State Prison reform by renting the prisons out to private corporations to run. The new managers now rented out most of the inmates to perform hard labor jobs. Some people claimed that Yethro had reinstituted a new form of the slave labor system. However, in a matter of months the entire system began to not only pay for itself, but the State treasury was able to declare that it looked forward to having a surplus which the Governor promised would be used to lower taxes. Next the entire system of appeals was revised so that now it took only months to clear out death row. No longer would the state have to feed and care for hardcore killers for years. At first there were many people who complained, but when these and others found that the streets were cleaner and safer and that people could walk about late at night without fear, they began to praise the new system. And when their taxes fell---they were calling for Yethro's sainthood. Now not everyone liked the new system or the new Governor. There were all kinds of rumblings about Yethro being the new "Hitler". But as time went on, the people began to accept the new system and other States began to adapt the system. Cases that came up to the Supreme Court were usually decided on the right of States to decide on local matters as long as they did not infringe on the National Constitution. The State income tax was cut to almost nothing for those making less than two hundred thousand dollars a year. Sales taxes were dropped and business flooded into the State. Yethro was beginning to be hailed as the new Messiah. Newspaper and magazine articles flooded the newsstands and the Internet. There were all kinds of T.V. and radio Interviews. People started to talk about changing the Federal Constitution to allow him to run for President. However, he always downplayed that idea. He told everyone that there were plenty of men and women who were just as capable as he was and he even offered to train him or her. He would allow them to come into the State and work with some of his people to learn his methods and then go back to their own State and run for office. He did this and 'put his mark of approval' on them and soon he had several state as well as national office holders under his control. Inside of six months in office, he had transformed his own state and now he was beginning to assemble a very large, strong and loyal political base that surprised even Jesse. As for Jesse, he was delighted with all the new friends he was making at the Mosque. They would invite him to social parties and a few of them even suggested that he consider dating their sisters (with the proper safeguards at all times). After services he was invited to the homes of many of his new friends for lunch and social get-togethers. When he asked the Judge about this he just laughed and reminded Jesse that these people were only looking to gain favor with him because they or their family wanted something from him or the Judge. "You must be very careful about these people," he warned. "They are like my ex-wife's family. They would never even talk to me when I was a struggling lawyer but once I became a rich judge, they were always there to use my influence or me. Such is the price of fame and celebrity. We have become superstars. Just enjoy the notoriety, but don't take it too seriously." One of his new friends, Rashid, came up to him and offered to take him to a certain establishment where Jesse would be able to meet some women who would love to entertain him for the evening. "Come on. We will both have fun and I'll even pay for it," his new friend offered. "I am well acquainted with places like that," he laughed and not wishing to admit that he had been a male prostitute in one of the best of them, he said, "If I did want that sort of thing, I can well afford it myself, however my father would be displeased with me if I were to go to common prostitutes. Anyway, I have a girlfriend and when the time is right and I feel the need, I take her to bed." "It is good that you have chosen this Christian woman to experiment with. It is one thing to use these infidels for sex thereby gaining knowledge of sex, but marriage is another thing altogether. You must marry a Muslim if you are to convert. If you do marry outside the religion you will not be permitted to convert. You will need to get all the 'know how' you can get before then. The husband must not be a fumbling awkward virgin. It's more advantageous for him to bring all the knowledge he can get to his wedding bed. I guarantee that these ladies will teach you the finer aspects of sex. After all, our women, unlike the American sluts, are pure until marriage and expect that the 'Rod of the husband' to be both strong and knowledgeable!" "I am not a virgin and I will have all the experience I need. Besides, my father will plan a suitable arrangement when the time arrives." "You cannot stay cooped up like a hermit all the time. You will go crazy and explode. I know that you have to be careful and you don't want to cause the Governor to have humiliation, but there are still other ways to have a bit of fun and not have to worry about scandal," Rashid said. "Perhaps you and I could take a ride in that BMW of yours. We could go over the border and check into a motel. I hear some of them have some very interesting porno movies. We could have a good time that way. You know, just you and I," his new friend confided to him. Jesse smiled and put his arm around the young man and said, "I really do not like to travel. I think you are a really good looking guy, I'm sure you can find someone better than me." "Better than you?" he laughed. "Look around! Who is there? There is no one around here. If you do not wish to go that far, we could go up to your place on the lake or even that mansion in town with the inside swimming pool. From what I hear both places are very nice and secluded. I would love to have you give me a guided tour of either one or both of them. Are they really that nice? Are they really that private and secluded?" The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 01 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. * He walked into the smoke filled cafe and looked around. He was looking for one of the many Arab shop owners that infested this area of the town. Not seeing him he looked around for a place to sit or a face he just might know. However there was little chance of that here. There were no women here, just men. They were mostly older men who owned or rented the small shops that made up the Arab Shuk area of the city. Here and there one could see a few younger men, but all of them were olive-skinned middle-easterners. He stuck out like a sore thumb. His blue eyes and blond hair were so out of place and unusual here. At twenty years old, he looked sixteen, maybe seventeen at the most. Besides his white skin and flaxen hair, his dress was a dead giveaway that he was a stranger to these parts. Most, if not all the men were dressed in the Jalabiya, those flowing robes that in colder weather were used as a outer covering but in the heat of this season many preferred to just wear the ornate garment over their bare skin or maybe use white briefs under it. All had some type of head covering. Dexter, that was his name, on the other hand was dressed in tight jeans and an undersize white "T" shirt that was fighting a loosing battle to cover his slim trim body. He had on a pair of black loafers but no socks. Weighing in at about 150 lbs he was really in good shape and ordinarily he moved with the grace of a gazelle. He was a good-looking young man even if he was out of place here. A deafening calm descended on the room as the merchants, who were on their afternoon break, stopped their conversations and apprised the newcomer. At this time of day it was impossible to find a small shop in the area that was open for business. During the hours of one to five, following the customs in a great many Levantine countries, these shop owners took a few hours rest. Except for the few cafes and coffee shops, these people just did not like to do business during the heat of the day. They either went home to sleep or sat around in small cafes talking and smoking until it was time to open up their places of businesses again. Well most but not all of them.... Some of the more affluent merchants might spend a few hours in one of the better brothels in the area. Places where for a price you could buy the services of a male or female companion for the afternoon. Some of the more expensive establishments provided beautiful female and/or handsome male belly dancers that enticed the patrons who sat around low tables sipping steaming cups of coffee while they took long drags of hashish on the hooker water pipes that were made available. After the dancers had aroused their sexual appetites, they would choose a companion or two from the establishment's prostitutes and use the provided rooms for their pleasure. Looking around the cafe room for the merchant he wanted and unable to find him, Dexter started to leave. As he turned to go a waiter asked if he was looking for anyone in particular. "Yes, as a matter of fact I'm looking for Mr. Marook the owner of Marook's Rug and Antiques Shop." Dexter said. "He is home sick today, but his nephew is here running the store for him and maybe he can help you." The waiter said as he took him by his forearm and guided him to a small table at which sat a well-developed man of about thirty. Putting down his cup of Turkish coffee he raised his dark eyes, smiled and looked up into the white face standing before him and said, "Yes is there anything I can do for you?" "Well I hope that you can," said Dexter. After introducing himself, he said, "I was passing your uncle's store and a few things in the window caught my eye." "Salam, please sit down and join me. My name is Achmed. My Uncle is sick and I am running his establishment for a few weeks. What is it that you saw?" he said, knowing full well that his uncle seldom sold what was shown in the windows. He used them as "Bait and Switch" items to entice customers into the store where he would try to sell them cheaper goods at a very high price. "I was interested in a few of the Mid-eastern items. A nice rug and some low tables and that Turkish coffee maker and the cups for starters." Dexter said. "Yes I think I know the pieces you want -- they are very expensive. The coffee set alone is well over $900. Are you sure you can afford such expensive and rare items?" "900, that is steep, but then perhaps if I were to add a few items you might be able to do a little better on the price." Dexter said knowing the mid-eastern love of bargaining. "Ahhhhh yes you like to drive a hard bargain." Achmed said rubbing his hands together. "Are you sure that there is not a small amount of Arab blood in your family history?" "Not that I am aware of. I do have to get back to the place where I am staying and I have little time to shop. Would you be able to open your shop for me, now?" Rubbing his chin as if he had a beard he leaned over and whispered, "If you were to leave here now, I could meet you at the shop and perhaps we could enter without anyone seeing us. I would not want anyone to see me conducting business during the rest hours, as it would not be right to take advantage of my fellow competitors." He joked. "You leave first, I will follow you and by going around to the alley I can enter the store from there. When you get to the store make sure there is no one watching then ring the bell three times and I will let you in." "This is most kind of you, Achmed." He said as he got up and left. A little while later the Arab rose and hurried to the back alley where he opened the rear door to the shop and let himself in. Passing through the backroom into the shop he waited for the bell to ring. When it did he opened the door and almost dragged Dexter into the shuttered shop. "Sorry about that!" he said. "But custom rules our lives. Now lets see was it this "Finjon" (Coffee Pot) that you wanted to purchase?" "Yes that's the one, along with the matching coffee cups -- how much?" "$1000 American." "I thought you said $900." "That was for the "Finjon" alone, the cups are $100 more." "Now that my friend is Grand Larceny, and you know it. I will give you "$400 for both." "You wound me, you cut me to the bone. By the heart of my mother this is a family heirloom. She would come back from paradise and cut my throat if I sold it for that ridiculous price." Back and forth they haggled the Arab coming down a bit and the American fighting to stay below first $500 then $600. Finally, the Arab said, "Why do you want this item so much. I bet you do not even know how to make coffee in this pot." The American said, "No but I can learn." "O.K. I'll tell you what. I will show you and if I feel that you have mastered the technical complexities I will sell it to you for $675. I will not come down one cent more. That is my bottom offer. You drive a hard bargain young man. Is that a deal?" he said extending his hand. "Yes it is!" Dexter said happily knowing that he had made a good deal. They shook hands to seal the arrangement. Come we will go into the workshop and celebrate our deal. He then showed him the way into the backroom. Filling the pot with water and placing it on the gas burner to heat up, he then took down a few jars and carefully measured out coffee and sugar and he placed it in a mortar and pounded it to a fine powder. "This is important because the coffee and sugar must be mixed at this point." He instructed. When the water had boiled he added the powder to the pot. Placing the pot back on the gas he again allowed it to boil and then he removed it from the fire and let it cool a bit. He poured the black concoction into cups. "Here take a sip. This is how we Arabs love it. I have additional dark sugar here. I know you Americans love it sweet, we Arabs do not." He said as he handed the cup to Dexter and guided him to a heavy square workbench in the middle of the room. Pulling up two chairs he sat and asked Dexter, "Now you tell me how you like it." "It is a bit bitter for my taste maybe some more sugar." He said putting the cup down. "I knew it, here always use dark sugar." He said placing a teaspoon of dark sugar in Dexter's cup. "This should do it!" They both sat down and sipped the hot coffee. "MMMMMMMMM it is worth every penny of it." Dexter said as he drank down his coffee. "Now what else did I want -- oh yesss I want a rug." He slurred. "Here you sit down here by the work table and I will get you the samples to view." And when again he saw him faltering he asked. "Are you alright?" "Yes I'm fine, Just a bit warm and ....." "And what? You look sick." He said showing concern but knowing full well that the drug disguised as dark sugar he had tricked Dexter into taking was beginning to kick in. "I don't know. No, I'm not sick. I just feel warm and sort of out of it." He reached up and placed an arm around Achmed's shoulders in order to steady himself. Achmed grabbed him and held him up. He then pulled the young man close to his body hugging him and rubbing his body against Dexter's. His fingers quickly ran over the heaving body and down to the young man's crotch where he felt the rising excitement and heat radiating through the tight jeans from his cock. "I see your trouble now," he said, "you westerners with your tight clothing in this heat it inhibits the air flow." He leered as he slowly lowered Dexter's zipper and reaching in, fished around with his fingers feeling up the young man and squeezing his hardening cock. Pulling the uncut meat out he hefted it in the palm of his hand. Taking a quick guess he mused, it must be at least eight inches long, it had nice thickness and best of all, was uncut. God I love when they have foreskin he thought as his fingertips played with the loose foreskin, pulling it back and forth over the angry purple cock head. "My friend you are about to embark on an entirely new life." He said as he placed his hands on his shoulders and guided Dexter down to his knees forcing the blond man's face against the folds of his loose fitting robe. See how much better it is to wear the Jalabiya. It allows the air to circulate and keeps you cool. Then slowly lifting up his robe and uncovering his own hard cock, he rubbed it over Dexter's face and lips. "Smell and taste that! It will become your sweet pollen and like the honeybee you will feed on it. Get used to it, young man, as you will be seeing a lot of it from now on, my little golden money maker." Achmed placed his hand over the back of Dexter's head and knotted his dark fingers through the flaxen hair and pressed the gasping man's face and lips over the hard olive colored cock. With the other hand he held the circumcised head of his cock and pressed it upon Dexter's wet ruby lips, rubbing it over his lips and teeth and forcing it into the hot moist mouth. Feeling the teeth scrape along his cock head he said, "Now open wide and don't even think of biting or I shall have to cut your throat. That's it, that' a good boy! Open wider! I do love the feel and stimulation of your teeth scrapping on my cock but no biting. The drug that he had slipped him with the additional sugar was really kicking in now making Dexter more compliant but only to a point. The underside of Achmed's cock traveled over the lips and teeth pushing along the tongue to the back of the blond's mouth where it was greeted with violent gagging. This resistance only excited the Arab more as he continued to push. Dexter gagged and tried to pull away but Achmed at first held him close and refused to retreat. Then when he saw it was useless to keep pressing forward, he momentarily pulled back. At that point Dexter thought that the Arab had given up and he relaxed. Big mistake! Achmed screamed, scaring the hell out of the kneeling young man. Then before the poor slob could gather his wits, his assailant shot his hips forward forcefully pushing past the tonsils and down his throat destroying his last defenses. "There, you bastard take it all. Take my Arab meat deep in your fucking western throat. You are doing great you gorgeous little cock sucker." He shouted as Dexter's eyes filled with tears. Back and forth his assailant sawed pushing and plowing forward until his cock was buried deep in Dexter's throat and his pubic hair was resting on the victim's lips and nose. Again withdrawing and again pushing forward, over and over, he continued to abuse the helpless young man's throat as well as utterly destroyed his will to resist. "There you little son of bitch, you infidel shit head, you cocksucker, take it all. Enjoy the taste of a real man." Then he felt the first ejaculation of sperm which he let flow down Dexter's throat. After first allowing a globular of cum to directly enter Dexter's stomach he pulled his cock out of his throat and aimed the cock at the handsome white face and continued to plaster Dexter's face with rope after rope of hot cummmmmmm. "There, as you educated Americans say, 'Lesson number One, Cock-sucking 101'. You are on the road to becoming a first class cocksucker but for now I can only grade you as B+. Not to worry, in no time at all, with much more practice, I'm sure you will be the toast of all the brothels." He laughed. He reached down and with his strong fingers he grabbed Dexter's 'T' shirt and ripping off the shirt he tossed it in the trash basket. Next lifting up the exhausted young man he laid him face down across the heavy workbench. Meticulously he arranged the devastated body so that the thin waist rested on the front edge of the table with its long muscular legs dangling down so that his toes just touched the floor. Achmed then extended the pale white arms over the rear edge and down along the rear legs of the table. "I think I will tie your wrists to the table legs so that you don't fall off and hurt yourself," he laughed as he took some short bits of rope from the workbench drawer and secured Dexter's hands to the bench legs. "There you go, all nice and secure." He said patting and rubbing the jean covered bubble ass displayed before him. "You rest here while I get ready to prepare you for our next lesson." He walked over to a dirty sink and from the overhead utility cabinet he removed a shaving mug, brush and an old straight razor. He proceeded to hone the blade on a leather and canvas-shaving strap that hung near the sink within view of Dexter. Dragging the blade slowly over the leather he saw that Dexter was watching his every movement. "Do you like this strap?" He asked. "It is a fearful toy that I sometimes use to whip men who choose not to obey me. However, if you do as I say, there will be no need to mark up that beautiful body of yours with red welts." Then putting a bit of warm water into the shaving mug, he worked up a nice lather with the brush and positioned himself between Dexter's legs. Placing the shaving equipment within easy reach he reached under Dexter and undid his belt. Removing his Jeans and underpants pants, he let them slip to the floor. Kneeling down, he removed the black loafers and together with the pants threw them into the trash basket as well. "You will not be needing them anymore." He smiled and closing his eyes he used his sensitive finger tips, as a blind man would, to examine every inch of skin, starting at the bound man's toes, moving next to the feet and then to his calves savoring and licking on every erotic zone he could find. He continued this journey up the legs until he arrived at the area between the balls and ass valley. Ohhhhh that special area, that one square inch or so of flesh where the nerve endings are said to be the most sensitive, this area was slated to receive his special treatment. He extended his tongue and starting at the base of the testicles. He lapped around the area up to and around the small rosebud. Flooding the area with his warm spit and then blowing his hot breath into quivering love hole. Up, up and all over Dexter's back he kissed and licked his way. He paid particular attention to the shoulders; taking little love bites out of them. Then he worked his way down again pass the ass hole to the cock and balls and ran the tip of his tongue up and down the shaft taking the foreskin in his teeth and nibbling on it. "OHHHHHHHHH ahhhhhhhhh!" came the moans of ecstasy from the prostrate body on the workbench. "I see you enjoyed that. Well behave yourself and maybe I will give you more, but, not now. Now, is my time to enjoy but I'm afraid that you are going to be hurting." He said as he opened his eyes and rising to his feet he stepped back and admired the full round succulent globes. Running his hand over the smooth meat he observed, "What a beautiful body and ass you have. It is almost perfect. Almost the most beautiful ass I have ever seen, but not perfect. There is the matter of that ugly blond stubble. Now if you will just keep still and do not move while I remove some of that unsightly hair I will attempt to make it enticing and create a work of art. I am going to remove the hair on your ass and some of your pubic hair. For now I will leave that beautiful blond bush above your cock. This will make you very attractive and so hot that men will fight over you and perhaps a woman will even want you for her bed.. But that is in the future.. Right now, I repeat, don't move, as I would not like to mistakenly damage you when I remove that unsightly mess. As you can see this is not a safety razor and it is very sharp and I do not wish to cut your balls off or do damage to your ass hole if I can help it, at least not yet and not with a razor," he smiled as he started to lather up Dexter's ass and balls. "Easy now," he said as he guided the sharp instrument over the tender ass and spreading the young man's cheeks with his fingers he expertly removed what little hair that was there. Smoothing the skin with his fingers he kept up a running comment as he pulled Dexter's cock down and ran the blade over his balls. "There just like a new born baby's ass. All clean and smooth." He dried the wet areas and then he smacked the ass a few times. "Nice very nice. I always like ass with a little color. To us from the Levant, while we love blonds with blue eyes and white skin, the sight of a white ass is sickening." He commented as he leaned down and gave the hot red ass a kiss. "All warmed up and ready for lesson number two now." Replacing the shaving equipment he returned with several small plastic vials, one of which he uncorked. He grasped a handful of blond hair and pulled back lifting Dexter's face from the table and holding the open vial under one of his nostrils forced him to inhale by pinching his other one shut and holding his mouth closed. "That's it breath deep my pet. If you thought you felt good before just wait until these poppers kick in." Forcing him to take several deep hits in each nostril he soon saw the drug begin to work. He then started to rub his fingertips over the blond's body almost like he was going to give him a Turkish massage. He could quickly see how the young body was reacting as it's breathing became deeper and the moaning increased. These poppers were great, as the odor entered the bloodstream; it magnified the body's feelings making Dexter hornier than he had ever been before. Even Achmed was able to see that the drug was doing its job well because; even against the young man's will his cock was again hard as a rock and throbbing. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 01 "You little Jack Rabbit! You love this. Don't try to deign it. Your cock gives you away. It's hard as a rock again." He reached down and ran his fingernail up and down the steel shaft. The uncut pole was hot to the touch and Achmed could feel the hot blood trying to burst out. XXXXXX "Ahhhhhhhhh youth" he sighed. "The ability to cum and cum... How I envy it. I see you are suffering so I will help you ease the pain." Taking the shaft in his fingers he pumped the cock as the blond started again to moan like the bitch he was becoming. With his other hand Achmed stimulated his balls. Dexter was well on his way to shooting his load. At this point Achmed leaned over the moaning and withering body bring his mouth to the soft skin. At first he kissed, then he licked and finally bit into the soft skin of the neck and throat. At the pinnacle of Dexter's passion the Arab squeezzzzzzzzed his balls and Dexter orgasmed like he never had know was possible. Achmed reached down and caught all the heavy white cream in one hand while he milked the very last drops out of the still hard but sensitive dick with the other. XXXX Taking the thick, slippery liquid and letting it drip onto the valley between the two bubble globes he then worked it in with his fingertips. First one fingertip prodded his rosebud, then another, moving round and round until he was able to push into the hot wet chamber. "My, but you are tight. You are a virgin?" He asked, and stopped trying to open him up further. "Well, I must not open you up too much, it might take away from my enjoying busting your cherry. I wonder what I did that I should be so rewarded here and now on earth. I guess that they will subtract one virgin from my quota when I reach paradise. It will be worth it. So let's enjoy." Rubbing the last of the slippery scum on his own cock head he pressed the wet head of his cock against Dexter's hole and pushed hard. After much effort the head entered and Achmed thrust his hip forward ramming his cock in to the hilt. Dexter screamed and thrashed around as the long circumcised cock bottomed out. "Great I love screamers." He yelled back at him. "You want something to scream about, I'll give you something to yell about!" He leaned over and untied Dexter's wrists. Then grabbing his hair he pulled his head back and up, arching the blond's chest up off the bench so that he could plow that bubble ass even deeper. And he used his strong arms to rock poor Dexter back and forth on his long cock. At the same time, he now had better access to the young man's upper torso. His fingers pinched and pulled at the hard nubs of his tits, his fingernails scratched the chest and left thin furrows that just broke the skin. His hot mouth pressed against the taunt shoulders, licking the skin and tasting its saltiness as he went on a feeding frenzy kissing and biting. With his cock still sawing in and out of the ass he forced Dexter's mouth on to his own and bit his lips and cheeks. There was no let up. No slowing down. If anything Achmed increased his pumping action. Faster and faster he plowed his hard cock into a now totally destroyed and bleeding ass hole. More and more he left his teeth marks on the neck, shoulders, back and face of the now almost unconscious young man. "Bitch -- you are no longer a man -- You are a fucking bitch and your asshole is your pussy." More powerful thrusts as he worked his hips faster and faster. Pulling on Dexter's jaw he opened it and spit into his mouth. "Pig, infidel, whore, bitch." Each thrust hitting and rubbing over and against the magic button again causing Dexter's cock to harden. Letting the bloodied torso fall back to the bench top he reached under it and again grabbed the foreskin covered cock and started to jerk it off in concert with the ass pounding. Dexter, though drained, came again and what little muscular activity he had left pulsed around Achmed's cock forcing him to explode. He removed his bloodstained cock and finished his massive ejaculation on the rear end and back of the now exhausted and semi-unconscious Dexter. Rubbing his sperm into the back and working it into his skin. He laughed and said, "There, now my sperm is a part of you. You will always remember the man that shredded your virgin ass and turned you into a sperm hungry bitch." He moved away from the workbench and picked up the telephone dialed a number and spoke a few words in Arabic then hung up. A few minutes later there was a knock on the rear door and Achmed opened the door to see a big Black Sudanese standing there with a smile on his face. "You have something for me?" "Yeah, you can take him now. He was a good fuck but he is going to cost you plenty." The big man walked over and looked Dexter over. He was appalled at the shape he was in. But he knew that with some medication and rest he might be able to use him in two weeks of so. "He is in bad shape. A blond, was he a virgin?" "Yes, but not any more." Achmed bragged. "I busted him good." "Yes that I can see. You fool! You idiot! Do you know how much I would have paid for him untouched or even in fair shape?" Said the Black brothel owner. "More money than you will ever see in this lifetime or perhaps five lifetimes. Now in this condition, he is worthless. Utterly useless and almost garbage. He is worth almost nothing." This was a lie, the Sudanese knew that with a little care and perhaps some surgery his ass would heal and with a little luck he could still be worth a hundred thousand or more. The bites would heal also and if they didn't, they might even add to his worth. "I should let you keep him but tell me how much you want." "Ten thousand cash." Laughing and sneering he turned to leave, "You keep him. His medical bills and food will coast me almost that much and that is before I can even earn a cent from him. I would have gladly paid twenty to fifty thousand or more for him before you got your dirty hands on him. You should be paying me to dispose of him, however I will give you five hundred." "That's high way robbery. Make it a thousand and the right to use him once a month." "Six hundred and you are never to come into my establishment. I don't want you near any of my employees. If I find that you have -- I will kill you myself." Hearing the knocking on the front door and realizing that it was passed time to reopen the store for business Achmed relented and said, "Done, but get him out of here now! I have to clean the place and open for business soon." Dexter started to moan. "He is coming to. I can't have him screaming out until I get him out of here and get him home. How are we going to transport him? Can we gag him? I have my van outside in the back alley." Said the Sudanese. "Better than that, we can drug him and roll him in a big rug. I will help you load him into the van. If anyone should see us they will think that you have just purchased a new rug. When you get him home you can have one of your men help you carry the rug into your establishment. Everyone will think you have just purchased a new rug." "That is great. Not too much drugs, I don't want him to overdose." "I am an old hand at this. Not to worry." Achmed went over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a black box. He opened it and removed a vile of tranquilizer drugs and a hypodermic needle. Filling the syringe he said, "this should keep him out for a few hours. He will be O.K. That will give you time to get him settled in his new home." He then administered the drug and the two men picked out a cheep rug and rolled Dexter up in it and then they carried him out and put him in the rear of the van. Achmed laughed and said, "Just like Cleopatra. You now have a new queen." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part 1 "I am an old hand at this. Not to worry." Achmed went over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a black box. He opened it and removed a vile of tranquilizer drugs and a hypodermic needle. Filling the syringe he said, "this should keep him out for a few hours. He will be O.K. That will give you time to get him settled in his new home." He then administered the drug and the two men picked out a cheep rug and rolled Dexter up in it and then they carried him out and put him in the rear of the van. Achmed laughed and said, "Just like Cleopatra. You now have a new queen." * Part 2 Sultan climbed into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. What a pig he thought. But then am I much better? I'm only one rung higher on the animal chain than Achmed. I purchase, sell and rent human flesh. So who am I to cast stones, as the Christians say? What was Sultan's business? He was the owner and operator of the best brothel in the city (in fact, for those who graded such things, his establishment was in the top ten of the country). He ran his establishment like it was a palace. Hence, one of the two reasons people called him Sultan. A listing of its clientele would reveal some of the most respected names in the country. To get into his place of business cost a small fortune. And that was just the admittance fee, and then there were the additional costs for special services, etc. He liked to present himself as an unimposing man. But it was deceptive. He was quite the opposite and therefore the second reason for his name. Sultan The Magnificent, and he was just that. He was huge. When he walked into a room women could not take their eyes off him and the men, well they died of envy. He was Sudanese and black as coal. On his shaved his head at a jaunty angle he always wore a fez. At first look one was reminded of the primitive drawings children love to make. You know the kind - where the arms and legs look like Bologna and the rest of the body looks like one ball on top of the other. He reminded you of that lovable Michelin tire guy in the ad. However that was a first impression. When one got to know him, his body and face were attractive in a rough sort of way. His skin was always clean and shinny. His arms and legs were tree trunks. Strong and well muscled, as were his chest and abs. His ass was made up of two black marble globes. Being six foot three inches he was able to carry all this beautiful body meat and not appear fat. Hell there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. One did not have to look any further for the perfect man... Many said that he could be the 'black Mr. Universe' if his face was more handsome. Despite this women loved him - men salivated over him. The reason for this adoration it was the size of the cock and balls that hung between his powerful thighs. It was said to be at least nine inches soft, one and a half to two inches in diameter and black. Not brown as most black men's penis' were, but black. Clients loved to see that black baseball bat plunge into a white ass. On those rare occasions when he would participate in the Saturday night Orgy on stage at his establishment the audience would be treated to a performance that they would never forgot. He was able to fuck like a piston. With his back straight as a board he was able to move his ass and cock forward and backward like it was a cannon firing off a round. They appeared to be separate from the other parts of his body. Plunging deep and rapid, his hips were a blur while the rest of his body was board stiff. It was something to behold. He was envied and hated. Perhaps it was because he was black and therefore an outsider. For all its boasts of Moslem equality, in reality it did not exist. It was still remembered that it was the Arabs that ran the slave trade for the most part. And they were still dealing in black flesh well into the late 1990s. Even today in some remote areas, one could still buy a black slave. It was true that today most of them were not Moslem but Christian blacks. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. Damn things! If they weren't so helpful to the business I would smash the Devil's invention, he thought as he pulled to the side of the road and answered the contraption. No now was not the time to get stopped by the cops, for driving and using the phone, no with that cargo he was transporting in the rear of the van. "Yes, Sultan here." he bellowed into the phone, "I am on my way back now. I will be there in about three or four minutes. I will need someone to help me with my latest purchase. Have Yussef waiting by the service entrance." He closed the cell and after checking on the rolled up rug in the rear and seeing that all was well he pulled out onto the roadway and continued towards home. A few minutes later he pulled up to a set of heavy iron gates that opened at a signal from inside the small guardhouse and then closed as soon as the van was inside the compound. No one got in or went out without permission. Security was tight and was needed. Neither Sultan nor any of the local law enforcement people wanted any problems or incidents. He and his community had reached an accord with the local and state politicians. As long as the area was quiet both parties ignored the other and turned their backs on almost anything. Well it was not exactly a secret but most of the top town and state officials were frequent guests of 'The Magnificent One' and it would be very uncomfortable for both them and Sultan if their relaxation were disturbed. As an added edge Sultan had also been able to, shall we say, amass photographic documents and files on all his guests. Files that if they were made public, could ruin a man's life. Sultan's establishment was now made up of mainly male prostitutes. While he did start out with female whores, he had early in his ownership learned that they were more trouble than they were worth. Females could work only two to two and a half weeks a month. Add to that the chance that the chance that they could become pregnant which would necessitate an abortion with its medical bills and lost time and you could see money going out the window. Most of the females were pigs and lazy and they were of little or no use in keeping the place clean. If it was one thing that his clients insisted on - it was clean beds and a clean atmosphere. Then there were the other choirs that had to be done, cooking and keeping the "palace" grounds in shape. As far as cooking - the males did a much better job, one or two of them had been professional cooks before they found that they could make more money selling their asses. Besides they were available for sex almost 24 hours a day seven days a week and when business was slow, the men would help out in any and all aspects of running the establishment from repair of the house to care of the grounds. The only reason he kept the few women he now had was for the sake of those customers who were not able to admit that they found men more to their taste or for the few customers that still liked to see a belly dancer perform. ~~~~~~ Most of his patrons freely admitted that if they wanted to just fuck, they would stay at home and use their wives. Sultan's clients were looking for more erotic pleasures. Men and especially male prostitutes knew what a man wanted and how to give it to him. No woman, not even the most professional whore could give a man a great blowjob like one of Sultan's men and as far as fucking well they proved that a hole is not just a hole. The Magnificent One's men could do things with their backsides that no female pussy or ass could ever do. As he pulled up to the service entrance at the rear of the house he could see that Yussef was waiting for him. He got out of the van and the two of them opened the rear doors. "What have you got here boss?" he asked in Arabic. "A rug for one of the rooms." "Careful I don't want to drop the package. It has been banged up enough as it is." Sultan said as he winked. "Just don't ask questions. Help me get it on my shoulder so I can get it up to my rooms." He carried the rolled up rug into the building and onto the service elevator. Getting out on the fourth floor (Sultan's private suite of rooms) he told Yussef that he was no longer needed. "I don't have to warn you to keep this to yourself. If I hear that you have said anything about this - I will personally turn you into a eunuch. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir." He said. "You know that I never talk." Yes he knew that. Yussef was completely trustworthy and loyal. He had to be. Sultan had one of those big files on him and one word in the right ear and Yussef would become the plaything of the prisoners and guards in the County Prison for the rest of his life, which would not be that long, if he were lucky. He placed the rug on the floor and after Yussef left Sultan unrolled it. After ascertaining that it was still alive, he placed the abused body on the bed and cleaned him up as much as he could. Covering him, he could see that he was still drugged and sleeping. He went to the telephone and dialed his personal physician. "Doc, I have a personal favor to ask. Can you make a house call right now?" "What's wrong are you all right?" "I am fine. I need you to look at and treat a ... friend." He said not wanting to reveal anything over the phone. "Can you make it as soon as you can?" "This isn't a gunshot, or knife wound is it?" he asked. "You know that I will have to report that to the police." "Yes I know that and if it were that I would have reported it myself." Sultan said know that he would do no such thing, but just wanting to cover his ass in case his phone was bugged. "No it is nothing like that although he is in bad shape and needs a good doctor and you are one of the best that I know." "I am the only doctor you know and trust with some of your 'special medical problems'. I will be over within an hour." He said. If you need anything quicker, I would suggest you call an ambulance." "He is resting now and an hour would be fine. I will leave word at the guard house... and thanks doc. I owe you one." He said as he hung up. An hour later the doctor had come and given Dexter a thorough exam. "This guy has been drugged. What the hell did you do to this guy? I have never seen anyone like this. I know you yourself would never do this, but for my own peace of mind you must tell me the truth. I should really report this to the police but if you tell me the truth I will try to forget what I have seen. The faster he gets better the faster he will be able to help the police catch who did this to him. If the c ops got wind of this they would never let him get the rest he must have." He filled the doctor in as much as he could as the man treated Dexter and cleaned him up as well. "He is going to need bed rest for about a week or two. I will be in to see him tomorrow. I have set-up an I.V. unit that should last till tomorrow. It will feed him and keep him comfortable. When he wakes up give him one of these tablets every four hours if he needs it. Keep him in bed. Strap his hands down so he cannot pull the I.V. out or hurt himself. I will have a look at his rectum tomorrow to see if he needs stitches. I don't think he will, but you never know. He is lucky to be alive." "Thanks doc. I will take care of him myself. I really appreciate that you are not going to report this to the cops. See you tomorrow. Sultan spent the entire night sleeping in the big chair next to Dexter's bed. He applied cold compresses to Dexter's forehead and made sure he did not kick off his covers. When he awoke in the morning Dexter could not even remember his name or how he had gotten to this comfortable bed. He became frantic thrashing about in bed. Sultan and later the doctor assured him that he had temporary amnesia and that in time he would remember the important things. "You know there have been people like you that never remember all the details, but I think that in time you will. You are very lucky it is Sultan that is caring for you. Others would have just let you die." The doctor told him. "All you need is rest and in a week or two you will be up and about. Your body took one hell of a beating, but you are young and strong and it will heal quickly. I think that you will fine but if need be give me a call. You are to stay in bed except to use the bathroom. I will remove the I.V. If you have pain, Sultan has those tablets, use them." After the doctor left Sultan brought him lunch. It was just hot soup and some toast, but Dexter ate it up and then asked him questions about who he was and how Sultan and he were involved. "How do I know you? What am I doing here?" Hundreds of questions, and Sultan refused to answer most of them. "Later when you are better I will tell you all I know. For now you are in my care and I'm going to take good care of you, Cleo." "Is that my name, Cleo?" "Nope, I don't know your real name yet. I never thought to ask the man from whom I purchased you, what your name was. He called you that. But for the meantime it will serve as well as any." "Purchased me? I don't understand." "Yes I brought you. You are now my property. You were his bitch. Now you are mine!" The brothel keeper said, as he bent over Dexter's face and placed a light kiss on his swollen lips. "Rest and get well. We will talk about your past and your future when you are stronger." To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part 2 "Is that my name, Cleo?" "Nope, I don't know your real name yet. I never thought to ask the man from whom I purchased you, what your name was. He called you that. But for the meantime it will serve as well as any." "Purchased me? I don't understand." "Yes I brought you. You are now my property. You were his bitch. Now you are mine!" The brothel keeper said, as he bent over Dexter's face and placed a light kiss on his swollen lips. "Rest and get well. We will talk about your past and your future when you are stronger." The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Part 3 By Joystick A few days passed and with each day another small detail forced its way into Cleo's consciousness. He started to remember coming to the Shuk looking for some furnishings, but every time he was just about to make a breakthrough, he lost it again. Sultan stood by and played the role of mother hen. He would spend several hours a day with him, hearing his ramblings, applying cold compresses to his face and changing the dressings. Then one day about a week and a half later, Cleo remembered his name and soon after that almost everything that had happened came back. He started to cry and then became furious. Sultan held him in his arms and tried to calm him but it was too much for him to grasp. He could not understand this idea of ownership that Sultan had talked about. Over and over Sultan tried to explain how he could now own the blond man. "You said you purchased me from that pig and that I am now your property. How can you purchase a human being? How can you purchase something from someone who does not own it? Achmed never owned me. I was and am a free man, not a slave that can be purchased, sold or traded. How can you own me? What the hell is going on here? Did I fall down a rabbit hole or something?" Dexter demanded. "Calm down and I will attempt, one last time, to explain the unexplainable to you. I guess in a sense you did fall down the 'Rabbit Hole'. As you know our town is an island. In order to get here you had to take the ferry. We have our own little community here. It is a separate incorporated town. Muslims founded this town many years back. We have formulated and live by our own laws. Our own courts and justice department are under the control of the community. For a price, the local and state authorities are all too glad to let us handle our own affairs. That price is very high and as long as we make the bribe payments in full, on time and don't cause them problems, they are happy to let us police and tend to our own needs. You, my dear, unfortunately stumbled into our community and Achmed's stupid lust made him take you as his bitch. "I had no choice. He never asked me. He drugged and raped me! "That may be so and if it is true, we will take care of him later. The fact remains that he made you his bitch. This meant that your body belonged to him. Now this may be against your laws but it is not against ours. Achmed is one of us and we protect our own. After he had his fun with you, he then decided to make some money off of you. He called me, knowing that I run the best brothel on the Island and he knew I would pay lots of money for a blond. The moment I saw you I knew we were in trouble so I formulated this plan to get you out of there. We just could not let you return to the outside world and ruin our set-up here so I had to think fast. I could think of only four options." "Number one, I could have refused to buy you, but Achmed would have only sold you to one of the other brothels. This was unacceptable to me because I am first and foremost a businessman and I could not permit that beautiful body of yours to be used by one of my competitors." "Number two, I could have taken you from him by force and then let you go. This too was unacceptable because again you could have exposed us to the outside world and we could not have that." "Number three, we could have killed you and disposed of your body. It would not have been difficult to do. Nobody but the two of us would have known about it... But, to get rid of such a wonderful body again as a businessman.... that would have been too much of a waste." "Number four, I could have purchased you from him and taken you to a safe place to treat your wounds and give us time to perhaps find a better way. As you can see, this is the one I decided to take." "So, I paid him cash for you and by our laws I now own you. You are mine to do with as I please and it pleases me to have you work for me." "But I don't want to work for you. I have a good job and I make a good salary." Dexter said. "That may have been so, but no more. That life no longer exists. It's gone, learn to live with that fact. You could do a lot worse. I run a high class house here and like it or not you are going to be one of my employees now." He told him. "You must accept that fact or..... or something worse will happen to you. Your life has changed and you can make of it what you want. If you willing work for me I will see to it that you have a good life. If not, since I do not believe in forcing people to do anything, I will just sell you to one of the other brothels. As much as I hate the thought of doing this, you will leave me no choice. Unlike me, they seem to have no problem with the use of physical force and/or the use of drugs. In fact some of them prefer to do that, just like Achmed. They can and will make you service all the low lives in the community. As you know blonds are a rarity if non-existent here and I could get a very high price for your body, perhaps two, three hundred thousand or more. The men would be lined up for miles. You will be raped over and over until you are senseless. You will come down with every vile disease there is. You will pray for death, but it will not come soon enough for you." "And if I work for you, why will it be any different?" Dexter asked. "I like to think that I run my establishment different. I do not allow just anyone in here. I would not have clients the caliber of an Achmed. My customers are wealthy and clean they are not from the bad end of the town. They would not patronize a place that did not have high standards. Some of them are even members of the government and one of them is our police chief along with several of his finest officers. They come from the finest families and while they do like their sex on the wild side – they know and respect the fact that I do set limits. No one that has ever worked for me has ever been treated like you were when you were with Achmed. I will not permit it. And as you saw, I do have the services of a first class doctor who tests and cares for both me and my people." "You make it sound so respectable." Dexter said. "I'm sure it is not as wonderful as that." "There's some nice things about working for me, however, once you decide to work for me, don't even think of trying to run away. Running away is THE BIG NO-NO. Even if you were able to get off my property, you would not be able to leave the island. My friends in the police would be only too glad to use their dogs and they would hunt you down like you were a wild animal. Once you were recaptured, they would however not return you to me. No, once off my property, you would no longer be under my protection. You would be deemed fair game. You would be stripped nude and placed in our county jail here on the Island. Once that happened, I'm afraid that I would have no say in your treatment. There you will be forced to service the prisoners and the guards until you beg to come back here. But by the time they were finished with you – you would be either dead or of no use to anyone. Do you understand this? I want you to know all this so you can make an intelligent decision. It is up to you. Tell me what you want to do." "I want to be free. I want to get out of here and away from you, your laws and your friends." "I know you do, however that is not an option. Be realistic, work for me and I will see to it that you are well cared for. Perhaps someday if you work hard and prove to me that you have become resigned to your new life, I might even free you. But you must learn to not only accept this new life but also to love doing it. By that time we will have made each other rich. Who knows you may have even found a lover who will care for you. This has happened to some of my former employees. Think about all this. I will be back after lunch for your answer." He said handing him a package. "By the way, here is a small gift for you. Since Achmed threw away all your clothes, I thought you might like to have a pair of pajamas to wear. It is my first gift to you." "Thank you." He said taking the gift. "Eat lunch. Take a shower and put them on. There is nothing like pure silk next to your skin, to make you feel and look sexy. Think about what I have said. I will return and I will want and expect your answer after lunch. After all, I can not have you laying around all day not earning money for me." He said with a big smile on his face. Then turning serious he stressed. "This will be your last chance to make this decision. If you decide not to take this opportunity...then...." He said holding his hands palms up, "it will be your choice, not mine..." He left Dexter and arranged to have Yussef bring him his lunch. When he arrived he found Dexter still in bed. "Good afternoon. Do you want your lunch served in bed or on the bedside table?" "Thank you. On the table, Yussef please." Then swinging his bare legs off the bed but still keeping himself covered with the sheets, he began to eat. Lifting his fork and pointing it at Yussef he asked, "can I ask you a question?" "Yes." "I want an honest answer now. This is just between us. I will not say anything to Sultan." Dexter said. "What is your job here and do you like it?" "I thought you knew.. I am one of Sultan's male whores." "Do you like it?" "It is better than any of the other work I had done before I came here. But then, I was a small time pick-pocket and not a good one at that." He laughed. "Sultan has been good to me as he is to all of us. Ask anyone. Even when he gets angry and he could beat us, he has never raised his hand to any of us. He always tries to reason with us. Believe it or not that giant is a gentle person. He hates bloodshed. He does not have to beat or hurt us. We all know that all he has to do is to sell us to one of the other establishments on the Island." "Thank you, Yussef." He said finishing his lunch. "You can take the dishes back now. I am finished eating." "Now can I ask you a question?" Yussef asked clearing the dishes. "Is it OK?" "Yes. Ask." "Are you going to stay with us and work for Sultan?" "He has told me that he purchased me and he owns me. He has demanded that I work for him here." "Then I guess you will have to work for him. There is no way you can get away." Yussef said. "You're very young looking, handsome, and from what I can tell, you are educated; and on top of that you're a blond, you should have it very good here. You will be treated very well and you will get the best of the clients. Sultan will see to that. As his only light skinned whore he will treat you like royalty. If you need a friend to talk to – I am here. I know you will not be happy in the beginning, but I will help you if you need it and I'm sure the rest of us will help you also." "Thank you." After lunch, Dexter went into the bathroom, took a shower, dried himself and used the electric razor and after-shave lotion that Sultan had provided for him. Then he got into the only clothes he now possessed, the silk pajamas that his new boss had given him. After dressing he sat on the bed awaiting his captor's return. The silk felt wonderful on his skin. It was great to feel some kind of clothing on his body after all this time. He rubbed the silk over his arms and felt his skin turn to goose flesh. It almost made his head spin. There was a soft knock on the door. "Yes who is it?" he asked thinking it might be Yussef again. "Sultan, may I come in? "Need you ask? Since I am your captive do I have the right to keep you out?" In walked Sultan who was dressed in the most ornate Jalabiya Dexter had ever seen. It was pure white silk with gold, silver, black and red embroidery. He had a matching fez atop his head. He too, had bathed and anointed his body. His shiny black skin and muscular body against the white flowing robes was breathtaking to say the least. Every inch of him looked the part of the great Sultan entering the bed-chamber of his latest virgin conquest. "I was hoping that you would want to welcome me to your bedroom. You look very handsome in your new pajamas." "Thank you." Dexter answered. "And that is the most stunning robe I have ever seen." "Do you really like it?" he asked turning around and around modeling it. "I will have one made up for you, also. Come to think of it we will have to get you all new clothes soon although it is a crime to cover that body with anything but the richest silks." Then removing his fez and placing it on Dexter's head he smiled as he tilted it at a jaunty angle. "It looks real cute on you. Perhaps a few of these also." Taking the fez off the blond head and placing it on the table, he sat on the bed next to Dexter and said, "MMMM I see you have bathed and shaved." Taking Dexter's his hands in his and bringing them to his nose he smelled and then kissed the fingertips. "You smell so pure and sweet. I hope it was all for me and that you have been thinking about what your decision is going to be?" "That is all that I have been thinking about. You leave me little choice, I either sell my body for you or ...." he said lowering his eyes and his voice. "The only real regret I have is that it is being forced on me instead of being a free will decision of my own. Perhaps it might have been different if Achmed....." "There are many things that I wish. I wish that I had been the one to first see you. Then you would not be in this situation and I would not have had to force you into prostitution. I do not relish doing what I had to do. If it were different and if I had asked you, what would you have said?" "I don't know." Dexter said. "And we will never know now. There is no use in looking back and wishing now.. What do I have to do?" "We will start your education right now. You will be trained to be what we at Sultan's Palace call a courtesan." "What is that?" "It is a fancy word for a prostitute. You will be a male prostitute. Not just any prostitute but one who is especially trained to associate with rich, powerful, upper-class men who can afford to pay me for your sexual services and who, if they are satisfied, will provide you with luxuries and favors. Some of these men are very wealthy and the extra in tips that they may choose to give you will be yours to keep. If you want I can arrange to put that money in a special bank account for you to use as you see fit. You will be taught to please these men and also you will learn to enjoy it yourself." Sultan said smiling. In time, you may even have your own room here. You will not have to live with the common whores. "I will enjoy it?" Dexter asked. "I don't think so. Who is going to teach me?" "Since I have the most to gain or lose," he said, "I thought I should be the one. That way I can make sure that you learn to enjoy the sex. I will teach you every thing you need to know. The method that I use is rather simple. I will do it first to you and then make you do it to me. You will do it over and over until I am satisfied that you meet my high standards and that you are able to convince me that you are ready and willing to be trusted with my clients. I will make sure you are safe and that you never get hurt again. What do you say? Will you at least try my way?" Dexter broke down and cried. "You know I don't want to do this." "I know that but will you?" "Yes." He said so low that Sultan had to demand he repeat it over and over again until not only he heard him but also that even Dexter believed it. Sultan put his arm around Dexter's shoulder and took a tissue and blotted his tears away. "The first thing you have to learn is to kiss a man. It won't be too bad." He said and then he kissed him lightly on the lips and he made Dexter cuddled up with him. In between the young man's sobs, Sultan was able to run his tongue over Dexter's tear stained face and closed lips. Forcing the compressed lips aside with his tongue, he now encountered the clenched teeth. Rubbing the tongue back and forth over the clenched teeth he continued to try to gain admittance. At first the student tried to fight against it but the teacher's tongue was insistent and somehow in between Dexter's sobs and his gasping for breath, he was soon able to slip it between his teeth and enter his mouth. Once inside it was able to explore the student's mouth and his explorations included every nook and cranny that the hot insistent tongue tip could get into. Dexter had never before experienced the feelings that now assaulted his body and mind. His body became weak. His mind and senses, like an electrical circuit, became confused and overloaded. He had been kissed and had kissed many women but never had any of them kissed him like this. What was it that was different? Was it the big puffy lips or was it something else? Was it the fact that Sultan's efforts reminded him of his own early attempts to kiss unwilling girls? He did not know. At first it was disgusting but after a few moments, he found that he no longer cared. He forgot that it was another man's arms enfolding him and that it was another man's mouth on his or that it was this black man that said he owned him that now had reduced him to a pile of refuse that was softly moaning and yes, wanting more, much more. Soon all his inhibitions began to crumble. It was like a wall had fallen or there had been an earthquake and he had fallen into a chasm. Could this big black giant have drugged him? At first he thought that he had been drugged again but he knew this time it was not the effects of drugs. No, this time against his will, he began to react. There was no reaction with Achmed except maybe revulsion. This time, yes, he began to like it. He WANTED it now. When he was drugged, it was different. His body accepted it because he had no choice. In a short while it was like the person known as Dexter had disappeared and had been replaced by a stranger called "Cleo". That stranger had entered his body and taken over. His new body and mouth began to react and he could not help but suck on the invading hot tongue. Where before he had found it repugnant, he now found it delicious, and when Sultan withdrew his tongue – Dexter (Cleo) passionately used his own tongue to chase after it into Sultan's hot mouth where it in turn was captured, imprisoned and sucked upon. New - this was all new to him. Yes, he had French kissed many women before and found it pleasant - but he never felt that he wanted to keep it up forever. No that was only the prelude to getting into her pussy. This was different. It may sound ridiculous but he wanted to enter Sultan's mouth and as stupid as it sounds he wanted that mouth to possess and consume him. However as we all know, all good things have to end and after a long time they broke the kiss, moved apart and came up for air. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part 3 You will be put up for auction on stage at Saturday night's Orgy. I really wanted to be the one to bust you open but you are here to make money for me. I know it's hard for you to understand this, but you are not to be afraid. I have trained you well, so you should have nothing to worry about. That last dildo was the large size. It is just a little smaller than I am. You should have no problem taking me or anyone else. Whoever does it to you; I want you to scream anyway. I want you to fake resistance. Make the man think he has to work for it. I want him to think of you as if you are a virgin. Every time a man enters you - make him feel that he is the first man to do so. I want them all to know that you are the best bitch I have in my harem and that when they fuck you they are fucking the best I have to offer. They will be fucking Sultan's queen." The Customer /Dexter's Saga Part #4 "Auction?" Dexter asked. "You mean I go to the highest bidder? You are going to sell me to the highest bidder?" "Yes. That's what we do here. That's my business. I am going to sell your 'services' to the highest bidder for the evening." "Oh! For a moment there I thought you were going to sell me off permanently." "No, not yet. This is for 'rent' only. I might decide to sell you outright some day, but as of now, I don't think there is anyone in town that could afford to buy you in an outright sale. Like I told you, a half million would be the starting bid. Perhaps when you are older and 'used goods', I might think otherwise. Aside from that, I really don't want to get rid of you. I will keep you around for at least as long as you keep cooperating like you have been. "Well thank you... Its nice to know I'm appreciated." "Don't push it Dexter." Sultan warned. "No one is indispensable and while I do sell off some of my stock at times, this Saturday night's affair will be a 'service' auction by invitation only. As such it will not be open to the general public. Only a select group of our richest clients will be allowed in. These people know, from past experience that something unusual is going to be put 'on the block' and they will be prepared to spend lots and lots of money. You see, lov, its all a big game." "What if they decide not to play your game?" "It's not MY game... It's OUR game. They not only play the game, they beg to participate in the spectacular. And this establishment will give them their money's worth. But first I have to plan a big show in order to get the 'suckers' aroused." Sultan continued. "From past experience I have learned that it's always best to have the clients wet in the crotch and frothing at the bit. First, I'll have a small band to play erotic music." "Second, Belly Dancers, both male and female. They always entice the horny ones and raise the temperature. I have not worked out all the details yet but it will be their job to keep the audience aroused and excited." "Third, after they do their dancing they will be put up for rental. I think that by the time they are all rented out, what is left of the bidders will be really ready to part with their checkbooks. Fourth, and this is the part that they all came for, someone will then come on the stage and whisper something in my ear and I will then announce that I have just been notified that I have received a new shipment consisting of only one new sex slave. But he is a very rare male sex slave right off the boat so to speak." "What boat?" Dexter laughed. "The ferry boat." Sultan explained. "They all know that this is the way I always introduce a new special employee. By my sending special invitations they know that there is something unusual that will be put up on the block that evening. I always give them a chance to bid on who is going to have first chance to sample my latest acquisition." "How will they know which one to bid on?" Dexter asked. "Won't they all want to wait to bid on the new one?" "All of them know that I hold the best of my stock for near the end. They also know that the longer they wait to buy an evening's entertainment the more it costs. The ones of limited means will fight to bid on the first group to be offered. The very rich ones know that I save the best for last and they will wait. This always drives the price up. There have been times when I thought that some of them would start a fist fight, but they are all gentlemen and if they do not win your services for the evening, there are other nights and there are always other prime bits of flesh for them to take to bed." Sultan said. "They all know the game and they all know that I will not let them go without their being satisfied. One way or the other, Sultan always makes it up to them. If not this night than another, no one with money ever goes away with full balls or a full purse." "What will I be required to do? Is there anything special that I have to do? You know that I don't know how to belly dance or play an instrument." "You my love, just have to stand there and look frightened or ashamed." Sultan explained. "I have not decided yet how I am going to display you. I may have you on the rack or perhaps have you dragged on stage by a chain attached to a slave collar around your neck. Better yet I could have you hanging on a cross with just a loincloth. My people love to see a Christian hanging from a cross. It is all in the presentation. If the presentation is right, then the evening is made. If it is not right, it just makes it harder to milk these suckers. But there is little chance of that because I know my clientele. I think that if I were to just take you by the hand and lead you to center stage they would go off the deep end bidding for you. But I do want you to have the best presentation possible. You deserve it and besides the customers will be talking about it for a long time. And this will increase our business and also don't forget the added money you will make from the tips. Do you have any ideas? Perhaps a favorite fantasy you might have stored away in that beautiful head of yours?" "Some how I really don't care for the crucifixion business. I think it is offensive and I won't do it." Dexter said in a hurt voice. "Now you hear this you will do what I tell you to do!" The brothel owner shouted at him in a voice that both scared and caused Dexter to pull away. Then calming himself Sultan said, "However I know there will be some Christians there. No need to offend them. Now do you have any other fantasies?" "Nope I never thought about it. I leave that up to my boss." Dexter answered trying to appease the big man and he kissed Sultan on the lips. "You are the producer of this extravaganza. I bow to your expertise and will play it your way." "You know Dex," he said using his shortened name and in his own way trying to show he was sorry for the previous tone of his voice. "I really am pleased with you and the way you have adjusted to this. I just may free you after all!" "Stop the bull-shit! What happened to that hardnosed businessman that I have come to respect? Master, you haven't gone soft on me, have you?" Sultan grabbed Dexter and slung him face down over his lap, pulled down his pants and spanked his bare ass. He spanked it until it turned a bright red. "Gone soft! Does it feel like I've gone soft? That may feel like a base ball bat but it's hard man-meat and you better stop parading that naked ass of yours around here or I bust your ass wide open myself." "Promises, promises that's all I get." Dexter yelled at him while rubbing his ass. "I'll give you promises," he said. "You better get to bed and get some rest. Come Saturday night you won't have time for rest. You are going to be flat on your back making me lots of money." Saturday came and Sultan was right, as there was no time for resting. Rising early, Dexter was bathed, anointed and once more the hairstylist fussed with his hair for what seemed like hours. The tailor came in and showed Sultan the costume he had sewn up for the "Star" of the evening. It consisted of two pieces of black mesh-like silk. These almost transparent pieces were gathered together at the shoulders and joined by Rhinestone quick release clips. The garment hung in folds halfway down to his knees and while it was open at the sides there was enough material to make it appear closed. Under this was a loincloth of the same material. It was slung low from his hips, so low that it exposed his belly button into which a jewel had been inserted. The loincloth was held in place by a thin string. Sultan had designed the garment himself and planed it to be removed quickly and with great fanfare. He now took great pleasure in reaching out and with a flourish he tugged at the material and watched as it slither off Dexter's shoulders. Over and over, with an obscene leer on his face, he watched as it floated slowly and seductively downward to the floor clinging to Dexter's near nude white body. "Yessssss Yes! That's it! That's the effect I want. Perfect, like the unveiling of a Greek god. It will drive them wild with lust." To add to the illusion the brothel owner had ordered leather sandals with black leather straps circling his bare shaved legs all the way up to his crotch. Even if one had not wanted to look at the loincloth-covered crotch-his eyes were drawn to it. "Yes we will have to post guards at the foot of the stage with whips to keep the clients from charging on the stage and trying to grab you. Yes this is going to be the best presentation we have ever had." Sultan then sent Dexter to his room with orders to rest and have a light meal. He rehearsed the rest of his players for their parts in the presentation. Over and over, like a slave master, he went over each person's part. After everyone was familiar with their parts they were told to get into their costumes, as the guests would soon be arriving. And arrive they did. The auditorium was soon filled and a hush came upon the audience as the small band began to play erotic Arabic music. The house lights were turned down and the stage curtain was drawn open. The stage was set to look like the bedroom of a Sultan's Harem with big overstuffed pillows on the floor. In center stage rear, there was a raised platform that looked like a four-poster bed with curtains hanging all around the bed from the rafters to the floor. Sultan was sitting in front of the bed on a big pillow with two female belly dancers feeding him from a bowl of fruit. Twenty near nude young men were scattered about in various seductive and erotic positions at and around his body and feet. Sultan clapped his hands and the female dancers put down the fruit bowls and got up and danced around the stage letting one garment after another fall from their bodies until they were nude. The young men soon joined the nude belly dancers. At one point the men dropped their loincloths displaying their genitalia in the most obscene ways to both the dancing women and the assembled guests. At this point the audience went wild with whistling, clapping and catcalls. However this was nothing compared to what went on when two of the dancing men grabbed the women, slung them over their shoulders and carried the screaming kicking women to some of the large cushions on the stage floor and proceeded to rape them while the rest of the men stood holding them down and rubbing their cocks over the faces and bodies of the two women while waiting their turns. The audience really went berserk at this point but then you could hear the crack of bull whips as guards came out on stage and stopped the rapists. Sultan got up grabbed one of the bullwhips and pulling the men and women to their feet lined them up facing the guests. By this time none of audience were in their seats. Most of them were on their feet gathered in the open space between the first row and the stage. Sultan then announced, "Because these sluts have been so bad - I am going to auction them all off for the evening." At this point he had a raised platform brought center stage front and one by one he ordered the nude bodies to mount the platform and be displayed with their fingers clasped behind their heads. Then after fondling them, he took bids for each one. The buyers took their purchases and were directed to prepared rooms where they proceeded to get their money's worth. After the last item had been sold a slight sign of discontent came upon the remaining guests. At this point a messenger came on stage and handed Sultan a sheet of paper. He read the paper and smiling broadly as he announced that he had just been informed that a boat had just arrived with one new item. And he had decided that it is to be put on the block. "It is a special item and very rare. I guarantee that no one in this room has ever seen anything like this before." Sultan said and then corrected himself, "well perhaps in your wildest dreams some of you might have been privileged to contemplate a vision of such wild untamed beauty as this. I have purchased this vision at great expense. This creature is truly a rare diamond of such brilliance, such splendor and magnificence that you will want to cover your eyes when you view him. His radiance is such that I really feel that I should have provided you with sunglasses." One man shouted out. "Sultan, cut the bullshit and lets see this beauty already. I will open the bid at $1000.00 unseen." "$1100." Another man yelled out. "Gentlemen. Need I remind you to behave yourselves?" Sultan shouted swinging his bullwhip over his head and whipping it backward with a tremendous crash. Then smiling he walked to the raised platform in center stage and stood before what appeared to be the four-poster bed. He reached over and pulled a heavy silken cord and slowly the floor to ceiling curtains parted exposing the costumed body of Dexter. Around his wrists were fur shackles to which were attached lengths of chain drawn taught above his head and attached to the cross beam of the bed. His body was stretched tight so that it looked like he was up on his toes. His head of blond hair, the ends curled and streaked with even blonder highlights were hanging down just short of his shoulders. His steel blue eyes were facing down from his perch looking out into the audience with pleading, abject shame and misery. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen I, the Sultan, present for your pleasure my latest and greatest procurement, the blond bombshell, Dexter!" The crowd went wild with cheers and whistles and obscene remarks. Everyone crowded closer to the stage. Sultan had to remind them to move back by snapping his bullwhip harmlessly in the air. "Back you rabble!" he screamed. "I know you have not seen such a beautiful blond before....." "Blond... are you sure he is a true blond or are you playing games with us? It looks as if you bleached his hair." "Only the sunlight has touched his beautiful body and kissed his pure white skin as he ran free and naked before his capture and sale to me." Sultan said bragging about the value of his newest acquisition. "Well I must admit that I have sampled and tasted a small bit of his charms, but only enough to assure myself that this is prime, tender, young meat fit for my honored clientele." "But is he a natural Blond?" Demanded one of the customers. Walking up to Dexter he reached out and tugged at the black mesh-like silk covering which then floated slowly to the floor uncovering the white skinned near nude body. At the press of a button the platform began to rotate slowly displaying Dexter's lithe body to the hungry dark-eyed crowd. When Dexter was again facing front, Sultan shouted, "You need more proof?" "Yes came the shouts from the hungry sex craved spectators." He then reached out and tore the loincloth from Dexter's body and running his fingers thru the blond pubic hair, he said, "what further proof do you need? Perhaps you were also wondering if he were potent? He looks too young and helpless strung up there. Perhaps the Sultan is trying to pull a fast one on you by offering you damaged goods? Fear not, I assure you he is capable of having not only an erection, but also having sexual intercourse and having multiple ejaculations that will satisfy your wildest fantasies." He reached out and with one hand he held the flaccid cock in his black fingers, giving it a few strokes. As it started to harden, he moved the other hand holding the bullwhip under his balls and with the whip he raised both, thus displaying the package to the crowd. "Picture yourself playing with these, babies." Then placing his fingers on Dexter's lips and commanding him to suck on them he sighed and said, "these lips, this mouth and throat they are guaranteed to drain you dry." Then running his black fingers up and down the inside of his legs, he called out, "Think of these creamy strong legs wrapped around your body as you pound your cock into his man pussy." Next he pressed the button again and the turntable turned one hundred and eighty degrees. Placing his fingers on Dexter's ass he pulled apart the cheeks thereby exposing his pink inners to the drooling patrons into which he then forcefully inserted a wet finger into the screaming victim's ass. Sultan cried out above the screams, "Gentlemen need I tell you of the hidden delights you're going to have licking and eating this delightful man cunt. And then having the exquisite pleasure of playing and probing his tight, moist, and hot love channel... One, which even I, have not enjoyed yet." He said withdrawing his finger and holding it out to the front row of men whom he allowed to sniff and lick the digit. Then returning to Dexter's hanging body he kneeled down and placed a kiss on his ass and rubbed the bullwhip handle over the white globes and tried to push the knobbed end against his rosebud. "I won't push it in now because I don't want to ruin his pussy yet as this knob is too big. No, it won't fit up his love hole, but I'm sure you will enjoy making and pushing your cock up in there to the hilt. Now let's get serious - how much am I bid for the Queen of my Harem." $2000.00 $2500.00 "Gentlemen, please do not insult me! This is not a quickie. Need I remind you that this is for the entire evening? Surely you can do better than that?" "$5,000 and throw in breakfast..." To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. * "Gentlemen, please do not insult me! This is not a quickie. Need I remind you that this is for the entire evening? Surely you can do better than that?" "$5,000 and throw in breakfast..." The Customer/Dexter's Saga Part #5 "I have $5000 for a night with this bundle of sex." Sultan exclaimed, "Who will give me $5500? Come on gentlemen. This is for an entire night in 'Jannat 'And' (the Garden of Eden)." The bidding went on and during one slow period, in an effort to speed things up, Sultan signaled Yussef to come from the stage wings. He whispered to him to go to Dexter and play with his cock. Yussef approached and knelt before the hanging blond. Running his brown hands up and down the white legs he took Dexter's cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. This was not in the script and Dexter was unprepared for it. He started to fight and wiggle. "As you can see even my professionals cannot keep their hands and mouths off that delectable sweet young body." Sultan said to the bidders and then to Yussef he yelled, "Make sure he does not waste his cum on your worthless throat. If he does cum, I will personally cut that lovely throat of yours. Tonight, his first milking belongs to one of these fine gentlemen here not to a worthless slut like you." "Gentlemen, I beg your pardons and offer my apologies for that ingrate's actions. I will discipline him later, however, just think about what you have witnessed here for a few seconds. That could be anyone of you! Visualize it - your lips milking that beautiful cock draining those big balls.... sucking out the sweet nectar..", Sultan said as Dexter let out a scream that echoed and vibrated from one wall to another. "Come my friends, after all it is only money. Fantasize it, picture your lips around that beautiful cock--- or better yet think of those beautiful lips and that warm welcoming throat of his swallowing your cock or his throbbing pulsing ass hole enveloping your cock and squeeeeezing.... The bid is sixty five hundred.. I have $6500--- going once --- who will make it an even 7000." "Seven thousand even and he better be worth it or else." Came the bid that Sultan had been hoping to get from the beginning. Yes I see your bid Mike-- $7000 once -- Going twice ---please, please - isn't there anyone here who wants to save this delectable young blond boy from our ravenous over sexed Police Chief?" Hearing no further bids he slammed down the mallet and proclaimed, "Sold. Or should I say stolen by our Police Chief Mike for the bargain price of $7,000. A night in paradise for the measly sum of $7000! A steal." Sultan said as he smiled, licking his chops with both greed and delight, knowing that this was the most he or any of the other brothel keepers had ever gotten for a male whore. Not only that, it was the most ever paid for any whore- Male or female. The word would spread like wide-fire and soon he would have to turn away the sex hungry clients that would line up for not only Dexter but for any of his other whores. He was going to be rich - very, very rich. "Come up here and collect your purchase Chief." The Police Chief jumped up onto the stage and playfully dragged Yussef away from Dexter's cock. "That's mine, boy. Take your filthy hands and mouth off my property." He said as he approached the hanging blond body now covered with a thin layer of sweat. Extending his fingertips the cop reached up to Dexter's forearms and ran his fingers down to his armpits and then slowly over his chest. From there he continued down the rest of his body. Taking his fingertips into his mouth he sampled the salty taste. Licking his lips, he then bent down and picked up the long discarded loincloth that had covered Dexter's private regions. Raising it to his nose, he inhaled the lingering perfume of his new slave's sex. Closing his eyes, he allowed the fragrance to invade his sinuses to the point where he almost fainted. Whether this was true or just play-acting was difficult to tell. Everyone there knew that it was totally out of character and unlike the big tough cop to show weakness of any kind. Regaining his composure he took the sheer black material, tied it over Dexter's mouth and under his long blond hair and pulled it tight. "There that should keep you silent for now. Later when we are alone, then I will remove it so that only I have the pleasure of hearing those screams of both pain and passion that I intend to inflict on you. Now be silent and stand still while I make sure that the goods that I have purchased are not damaged, too badly!" He said as he took this last opportunity to make a finial inspection of his purchase. First he took both Dexter's cock and his balls in the palm of his hand and he hefted them as if weighing them or inspecting to see if they were in working order. With his fingers he next stripped the foreskin back and ran his finger over the inflamed head parting the piss-hole. Seeing a pearl of pre-cum ooze out, he flit his tongue out and licked it clean, savoring its salty taste. Then he turned the nude body around and reached over with both hands and spread the white ass mounds apart. Placing one finger over the rosebud he applied pressure and probed as deep as he could into the chamber. Ramming it in and out a few times, he withdrew the invading digit and lifted it to his nose where he first smelled the sweet aroma and then placed it into his mouth and sucking on his finger, he proclaimed the boy pussy, to be, both tight and tasty. Then giving Sultan the OK sign signifying he was happy with the condition of his purchase he gave the ass a few love slaps and smiled. "Nice, nice and so far worth every cent I paid for you, Boi. But, as my dear Mom used to say, 'The proof of the pudding - is in the eating'." He proclaimed and then he reached around to the rear of his belt and removed the pair of handcuffs that hung there and after unchaining Dexter's hands one at a time he brought them down and cuffed them behind his back. Dexter then felt himself being lifted up and tossed like a sack of grain, over the cop's broad hard shoulder, his exposed ass held high above his bound wrists, his blood rushed to his dangling head, which was covered by his long blond hair. With Dexter's succulent ass thus displayed, he was carried around the stage. Then, to the cheers and applause of the audience, flaunting his purchase, Mike carried his trophy down the steps and into the audience where the cop worked his way through the small crowd of men. They crowded around to congratulate Mike on his purchase. Unable to resist this golden opportunity, like vultures, most of them ran their dark fingers over Dexter's blood drained white ass. A few of them, while patting Mike's shoulder, reached between the two bodies and fondled the exposed cock and balls while telling Dexter how lucky he was to have been purchased by the Police Chief. After making the rounds of the audience, Sultan reluctantly ordered Yussef to take Mike by the arm and direct him to a suite of rooms reserved for his special clients. "See that they have everything they need and want. Tell Mike that I want that body back in reasonable shape." Sultan said with a tinge of sadness in his voice, while thinking that it really should have been me fucking him.... Mike entered the suite and threw the handcuffed boy on the bed and started to undress himself. After he had removed his shirt he noticed that Sultan had thoughtfully provided champagne and other delicacies. Sitting on the bed next to Dexter he removed Dexter's gag and asked, "Would you care for some refreshments before I fuck the shit out of you?" "Yes I would, I'm starving. As a matter of fact they have not given me a thing to eat since I was purged and put on display. Would you mind removing these handcuffs so I can eat? I promise not to run away." Dexter said casting his blue eyes seductively up and down the tall, 6 foot 1 inch 40-year-old man that was now standing bare-chested before him. "Well I don't know." The Chief said with a smirk on his face. "Sultan said you were a wild one. But I think I might just be able to handle you." I'll just bet you can Dexter thought looking at the mass of hard brawn standing before him with his arms crossed as if daring him to make a run for it. Mike, unlike most of the Police officials Dexter had known, was well built. Combine this with the fact that he was rather good looking in a rugged sort of way, he was not hard to take. His dark hair and brown eyes made you think he was one handsome guy despite the few visible imperfections, which only tended to supplement the impression most people had of the cop. That impression was that this was not a person to fool with. It was his towering stature and presents that held your attention. Mike's body was his pride and joy. He loved to show it off. Not that he was conceded, but facts were facts, and he appeared to have it all. Being the absolute ruler of the Police Dept., he could run it anyway he wished. And his wish was to surround himself with young vigorous men. Those men were men who were not only good looking but were extremely strong and active both mentally and physically. While he liked women, he preferred young men both sexually and socially around himself. Not being one to satisfy himself by sitting behind a desk, drinking coffee and eating donuts eight hours a day, he maintained his own fitness by being a "working chief". Early in his career he had established the habit of arising early every morning and going to the police gym where he worked out. When he finally became Chief his fixation with physical fitness had shaped his police force into one of the leanest and most fit in the state. He would not tolerate fat over weight cops on his force. He set the standard. His body was the model for the entire force. Any cop who did not meet his high standards as well as pass bimonthly physical tests that he himself devised and supervised, was fired on the spot. They all knew the rules and that there was no appeal. Mike's word was law and if it was one thing his men feared more than anything else, it was being fired. Aside from the fact of being held in disgrace, there was the thought of losing all those many perks that were available as Police Officers in this town. Besides every cop knew that for every vacancy that occurred, there were at least twenty young men waiting and eager to take his place. Seeing Mike standing over him reminded Dexter how Sultan had warned him about not trying to escape the island. He recalled being lectured that there was no way he could get away and once he was in the hands of the cops, even Sultan would not save him. Dexter, by trying to get away, would have left the protection of his owner and become a fugitive. Nothing Sultan could do, at that point, would be able to prevent his being raped to death. First the police would each have their turns and then if he was still alive the prisoners would lineup for the leftovers. If by some chance he were to survive this... well no one had ever been know to survive the gang rape, so there was no use to even think of it. Looking up at the imposing body towering over him Dexter could believe all of it now. His eyes moved down from the cop's wind burned almost handsome face to a muscular neck. There was raw power in that neck. Dexter shivered as his glance moved down to a set of broad, thickly veined strong shoulders. The male whore knew those shoulder muscles well as he had felt them rippling and pressing against his cock and balls when the officer had carried him around, displaying his ass for all to touch and fondle. Below the shoulders were two hard, erect reddish-brown nipples set in the center of massive pectoral muscles that tapered down, in a perfect "V" past a rippling eight pack to a 34" waist. From there, although at this time covered by very skin tight pants, his body preceded down over a strong bubble ass to strong legs that looked like tree trunks. The word was that he kept those legs as well as the rest of his body toned by riding his Harley motorcycle everyday. However this was not true, those regular visits to the police gym and running five miles a day helped. What he did love about riding his motorcycle was the feeling of real power that the machine transmitted to him while humming along the road as it vibrated between his legs. That sensation reminded him of his other love, sex. And not just plain, ordinary everyday sex. No, while he enjoyed all kinds of sex, his favorite was 'man-to-man' sex. It was joked that women as well as men intentionally speeded up when they knew he was on traffic duty in the hopes of being pulled over by him. While he seldom gave tickets to good looking young men, it was almost worth the price of the ticket to have him signal you to pull over off the road while he parked that motorized steed of his in front of your car. The site of him in that black leather jacket, those very tight canvas pants and boots as he dismounted that big, black motorized stallion and swaggered over to your car reminded you of that very young Mexican actor that played that California Highway Patrol officer. Those pants of his were so tight that the outline of his ass and cock could be seen clearly and he knew it and did he flaunt it! It was almost ludicrous as he stood there asking if the hungry Dexter would behave himself. "If I un-cuff you, can I trust you to behave yourself?" "If that's what you want? I can do that!" Dexter said. "The customer is always right. I can be as wild or meek as you want me to be. I'm here to please you and right now it looks like you have what it takes to please me." "You mean this?" He asked rubbing his fingers over his cloth covered crotch compressing what little slack there was in the material to reveal the outline of a rather big cock. "If you want it that much, why don't you crawl over here, unzip me and fish it out for yourself. Let's see how you can do that with your hands in cuffs." "Yes Officer." He said as he struggled to his knees before the big cop. "I'll try!" Dexter said as he maneuvered himself so that his face was between the cop's legs. As he rubbed his nose into the groin, he could smell the man's sexual arousal as well as feel it. Running his nose along the cloth-covered sex it passed over the zippered fly and made his way to the pull. Using his teeth he undid his belt and somehow popped the top button of his pants. Again, using his teeth he maneuvered the clasp down to the bottom of the fly and with his nose he spread the fly open. The pants slid down to his knees exposing the white briefs underwear. Dexter reached up with his teeth and grabbed the elastic waistband and like an animal, shaking his head from side to side he lowered the cotton under shorts enough to expose the 8 inch cut cop dick. He sat back on his haunches and now boastfully demanded, "There, I did it, now uncuff me." Reaching down into his pocket he produced the keys and unlocked them. "A promise is a promise and I always keep mine." Mike said. "Now what about something to eat? Or is there something else I can feed you now instead of food?" "Yes, we will get to that later but right now there is something you can do for me," Dexter said, rubbing his wrists to bring back the circulation, "I feel stupid with you standing there half naked and me freezing my ass off. Before we eat, either you get undressed or else get me a bathrobe to put on. There should be two of them in the bathroom." "Well Sultan always thinks of everything. Doesn't he?" Mike asked as he headed to the bathroom. "Tell me was it true what he said about his never having fucked you?" "That was the truth. Sultan never fucked me. He taught me everything I know about the business, but he never put that big cock of his up my ass. He said he did not want to ruin it for his clients." Dexter said. "In fact until a few hours before he purchased me--- I had never been even touched by a man." Mike, who had gone into the bathroom where he removed the rest of his clothes, put on one of the robes and then returned with the second one, handed it to Dexter and said. "Here put this on. I don't want you catching cold. You know, I find it difficult to believe that he never fucked you. The Sultan I know always samples his whores." "Well I don't care what you believe, but it is the truth." "Never?" the cop again asked incredulously. "And before coming to our town you were never with a man? Then how did you wind up here as one of Sultan's whores?" They sat down to eat as Dexter told him his story of woe. When he had finished, Mike just sat there shaking his head in disbelief. "That's the most pitiful story I have ever heard and believe me I have heard them all. I can hardly believe it. And even if it were true, you know I can't help you." Mike said as he sipped his drink. "Can't or won't?" "Both!" "But why not? You're an officer of the law; are you not?" Dexter queried. "It's your sworn duty to uphold the law." "Yes I am, but as Sultan told you, we have our own laws here and according to them you belong to Sultan. In a sense I work for him. How do you think I could afford to pay all that money for one night with an expensive whore like you?" The cop asked as he reached out and touched Dexter's face brushing away a tear. "Look kid, I love my job and this town has been very good to me. One does not eat the hand that feeds you, BOY. Now let's see if you are worth all that money. Come here and kneel between your master's legs." Dexter moved between Mike's legs and lowered himself to his knees. He reached up and undid the ties on Mike's bathrobe, letting the front fall open thereby exposing the big slab of semi-hard meat. Dexter felt Mike's hand on the back of his head pulling his face to the hardening cock. It was warm and by the time his lips kissed the leaking head that cock was hard as a rock. Taking the cock deep into his throat Dexter could feel Mike's fingers in his blond hair as they grabbed fistfuls of the long thick locks and at first he used them to pull and then push Dexter's handsome face up and down his big cock. "Yes yes YES! Sultan taught you right! I can see why he said you were the queen of his harem. That's it, you damn cock hungry whore, take my cock deep in your throat" He screamed as he began to breath hard and heavy, ramming his hot poker in and out of Dexter's throat. Then he pulled away from the sucking whirlpool and with bated breath whispered, "No you don't you fucking cunt. As good as that mouth of yours is, seven grand is a lot of money to spend for a blow job. Any street corner whore can give a good BJ for a lot less. I'm not prepared to dump my first load of the evening in that sweet mouth of yours. No sonny boi, you are not going to get off so damn easy. Nope, for that money I want it hot, I want it hard and I want it long." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 06 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part #5 Laughing, the cop taunted him, "NO not yet! You are not screaming enough YET! This is only the preface, the foreword, and the preliminary. The main event is about to begin." Part #6 Holy shit, thought Dexter, I'll never last the night. This guy is worse than an animal. He is going to rip me apart. That cock of his is going to slash through me like a hot knife cuts through a tub of butter and come out my mouth. I'll never survive. If I do get out of this alive, I'm going to kill Sultan. The thought of Sultan made him think back to their training sessions together. Over and over the big Sudanese's words came back to him reminding him that the key to surviving a rape or violent sex, is learning to relax. "If there is one thing you have to remember it is this," he said. "If the guy is bigger and stronger than you, there is little you can do to prevent the rape. You are bound to lose anyway and by fighting it, you only delay the inevitable and add to your pain and suffering. Most of our clients are not really looking to hurt you. They are only looking to have a good time. For that good time they are paying a very high price. They expect to get their money's worth. All of them have fantasies and you are their means of fulfilling some of their fantasies and erotic dreams. They are role-playing and mean you no harm. Once you get to know them, you might even enjoy their antics. I will do my best to keep out the real nut cases. However, as much as I try to weed out the real psychopaths, there are a few clients that for political and other reasons, I just can't stop from coming here. I must be careful with those bastards. I have to walk a fine line. Some of them, like the Police Chief, are powerful enough to close me down. They are just looking for any excuse to do it. If they do manage to put the lock on the door - then you and all my 'goods' would have to go on the block. If that happens, your ass goes to the highest bidder and as I've told you before - you don't want that to happen. Who is going to want you? There are not too many out there that could afford you? With the exception of maybe a few rich men or some ugly rich cock hungry female, the only people that could afford you at a public action, would be the drug dealers and users who run the lower class brothels in town. Believe me, you don't want to wind up in their hands." The best advice Sultan could give him was to enter this world of role-playing together with the client. Make a game out of it. But never, let on that you are doing this. If they suspected you are faking they might really hurt you. One good way to do this is to learn to act. Make like you are resisting him and scream. I know this is difficult to understand, but you have to get your body to relax. By relaxing you can take the biggest cocks, and survive the roughest of rapes without serious injury to yourself. For some reason, screaming helps you to relax. Tension is your enemy. It causes your body to become stiff. Flexibility is what you want and to get this, you must relieve the tension. The more tense your body, the more you will be hurt. So, as silly as it may sound, you should always remember to scream. Not only will screaming help you relieve the tension, but it will also make the customer think he is getting more than what he paid for. Seduction, so they think is for sissies, rape is for real men and being a real man is what they are pretending to be. Making your clients feel like they are real men is what makes a common prostitute into a courtesan. All these and other thoughts passed through his blonde head as the cop positioned him on the bed. He knew he had been trained to take huge cocks. Sultan had repeatedly inserted several dildos, starting with a small size and working up to that last humongous dildo. That last dildo, so Sultan had told him, made him open his backside to the point where it was almost capable of accommodating a cock the size of Sultan's big manhood. Now, over and over, Dexter kept telling himself that the Police Chief could never measure up to that last imitation dick. This cop was nowhere as big as Sultan, few men were, but he was mean, rough, and obnoxious. And he was capable of doing him great harm. For all Dexter could remember, this cop might even be smaller than that bastard, Achmed, the one that had got him into this mess to begin with. Remembering that slob brought tears to his eyes. If it hadn't been for that filthy shopkeeper he would not be on all fours now waiting for this so called law officer to shove his dick up my ass. Dexter now felt the cop's strong body slithering and pawing his way up his back, mounting him like some wild beast in rutting season. It was as if the cop was a heavy hairy ape who had carried him to his nest and now was about to take possession of his being. He could feel the tip of his raging cock acting like a probing master key, rubbing against his ass, searching for the keyhole to open the lock. He felt the cop's strong hairy arms encircled his mid-section as the cop adjusted his body and got into position to penetrate the gates with his steel lance. Harder and harder Mike squeezed the blonde; pulling and yanking his body back against his cock. Grabbing Dexter's long blonde hair and using it as horse reins he pulled his head back, arching his body as his dick pushed and forced its way into his ass. Son of a bitch, Sultan was wrong - this bastard was hurting his ass. The cop yelled at him, "take my cock, babe. I'm going to rape that sweet ass of yours and rip it to shreds if you don't let me in! Didn't that black bastard teach you anything? I know you're not a virgin, but you sure are tight." Then it happened the head pounded against the locked door and the gate opened a faction. Suddenly the hard dry cock head burst into his boy pussy as the cop pushed in, like a voracious thief in search of booty. In it went almost in one forceful smash. Forcing its way all the way in until there was nothing left to plunder. Dexter screamed bloody blue murder. The sound hit the ceiling reverberating and bouncing from one wall to another. Most of the Clients and whores that were in the establishment stopped what they were doing for a few seconds, and wondered what the hell was going on. For a moment or two, some of them thought that perhaps the Police were raiding the establishment. But then they remembered that the police chief was himself a customer tonight and that the screams were most likely coming from that new whore for which he had paid that ridiculous sum of money. Laughing, they thought that Mike was just being Mike, and was just living up to his reputation. "That's it babe. That's what I want to hear. Scream! Scream, you no good whore." Whispered Mike into Dexter's ear, "that's what I want to hear. Scream!" he said over and over again, raising his voice and then he lowered his mouth to the exposed nap of Dexter's neck and bit him hard and shook his head back and forth just as a wild Panther does when he takes possession of his mate. Holding Dexter's neck in his mouth and using his strong arms to keep him in place, the cop humped, pumped and pounded Dexter's body wildly. He continued to do so even as the young man ceased struggling and passed into that dark, deep hole of near unconsciousness. Mike fucked the comatose body over and over until he sprayed his seed deep into the anal cavity of the now numb body beneath him and then he rolled off his exhausted prey. "You no good whore, you passed out on me. I'm not finished yet. I want more!" He flipped him over on his back, lifted his legs to his shoulders and punched his cock repeatedly into the now well spermed hole and fucked him again and again. Hearing the scream in his office, Sultan sitting at his desk, bolted up, knocking over his chair, and ran to the door. Flinging the door open, he almost ran into Yussef. "What the hell was that?" he asked him. "Must be Dexter, Mike must be riding him like he rides that motorcycle of his." "I told you to warn him that I wanted Dexter back alive. We got to stop him. He will kill him." Sultan said. "No you don't. Leave them alone. It's good for business. You trained Dex well, but you know how Mike is. If he comes out of there smiling and not asking for his money back - we have it made. Every man in the county will want a night with your blonde sexpot. You know how our clientele loves to brag. They will all want to try to make Dexter say they made him scream as much as Mike did. Money, money, we will be rolling in it. Go back in your office and stuff your ears with cotton or something. I'll watch." "Ok. But just in case, I want you to stay near that door. If it gets too loud, or if you feel he is in real danger, you are to bust in there and stop that son of a bitch before he kills my prize whore. I don't care if he is the fucking Chief of Police. That bastard can't kill one of my whores." Sultan instructed him. "A dead whore is of no use to us if we can't continue to rent him out. I already had to pay medical bills to repair that boy's ass hole. And I'm not going to make that fucking doctor richer every time some client plows that blonde's asshole! " Yussef ran and posted himself at the door of the room. His ear to the door, he listened and soon heard the renewed sounds of the bed bouncing up and down. Dexter must have recovered. Now and then he heard Mike laugh and tell Dexter what a great fuck he was. He relaxed when he heard Dexter begin to beg Mike to fuck him harder. Then there were quiet times when he heard just the sounds of kissing and sucking; these were followed by short periods of silence. Finally, Yussef thought he heard Mike laughing and then say at last that Dexter was a great fuck and he was satisfied for the time being. "I broke my record. I came six times in one night! You were worth every cent I paid for you. Don't tell Sultan I said that. Now let's both try to get some sleep." The chief bragged, "maybe we will continue in the morning." By that time it was about five AM. It became still in the room and then the only thing the Arab servant could hear was snoring. Thank God he thought and then he, himself, went to sleep. Later that morning Yussef arose and prepared breakfast, which he served to both Dexter and Mike in bed. Upon entering he was glad to see Dexter was still alive. Mike sat up and ate like a horse, Dexter like a bird. Yussef left the room and after, eating Mike again wanted to fuck Dexter. He would have, too, but the pounding on the door stopped him. "It's 10:30 AM and your time's up. You've had your breakfast and more than your money's worth." Shouted Sultan as he forced his way into the room. "Well you can't blame a guy for trying. He was worth every cent of it too." Mike said patting Dexter on the ass and getting out of bed. "You wouldn't think of selling him to me, would you?" He asked as he pulled on his pants. "Well, perhaps I might. But first I'll have the doctor look him over and assess the damage you've done to him. You and that big cock of yours may have ruined him. He may not be worth keeping now." Sultan cried, "He was worth three quarters of a million. But that was before you got your filthy hands on him. Now, I'm lucky if I can get a half million. It all depends on his healing ability. If he heals quickly, I may be able to use him as a house servant, like Yussef, for a while. I think I will be able to absorb the loss for a few days. However, if he doesn't heal fast, I will be forced to sell him and you may have him for two hundred and fifty thousand." Then to Dexter he said, "You, you worthless piece of shit, get your sorry ass out of bed and report to Yussef, upstairs." After Dexter left, Mike handed Sultan $500. "Give this to the kid, he was great in bed. You better treat him well because if you don't, you'll have me to answer to. I would like to buy him from you. Right now I'll give you one hundred thousand. That would make you a very nice profit. From what I hear you almost stole the kid from that slime ball, Achmad. You would be well advised to take it. You might not know it, but the kid is planning on escaping. The fool even begged me to help him. I refused to help in any way. There is no need for me to give him any assistance. I'm sure he will try soon and I don't need to remind you that when he does, he leaves your protection and enters mine. When that happens, you can be sure, I will get my hands on him and you will never see him again. There will be no jail for that one as the others I've recovered for you. Hell no! I'll not let my deputies or the prisoners near him. I'll keep him locked up in my house and you and everyone else in this fucking town can go to hell if you think I'm going to let you or anyone else touch him!" Sultan chuckled and said, "hmmm, one hundred thousand - was he that good? Maybe I'll try him myself. Don't worry, Chief, I'll take good care of him. This one won't get away from me! Even if I have to chain him up. Now you finish dressing and get back to protecting our little town. Next time you come here I might even give you a discount on any other whore you might want, but Dexter is not included in that deal." The Chief left the building in a happy mood, mounted his motorcycle, started the engine and with a mighty roar that reverberated throughout the parking lot, left the area. Sultan smiled, knowing that the entire town would soon be informed that their Police Chief had a very successful night at 'Sultan's House of Delights'. He watched, smiled and shaking his head, ran upstairs to the apartment to check on Dexter. "How are you feeling? Did that bastard hurt you? Come, lay on the bed and let me exam you." Dexter lay on the bed exposing his rear end for Sultan's examination. "Don't be such a mammy. I'm O.K., just a little sore. He really didn't hurt me that much. He was rough, but not too bad. I should be fine in a day or two." "Then what the hell was all that screaming about last night? It sounded like he was killing you. I had Yussef stay by your door last night - just in case. I was almost going to bust in and throw out that son of a bitch. From now on we will have to set up a code word you can yell if a customer is getting too rough." "What the hell did you expect? Hey, I was just doing what you taught me to do. You said to scream and act like he was killing me. Make the client think you have never seen such a big cock. Act like a pure, sweet and untouched virgin. Those were your very instructions." "Well that was some acting then. You sure scared the piss out of everyone here." Sultan slapped Dexter's ass, turned him over and took him in his arms and kissed him. "You sure you are OK? You're not just saying that just to please me are you? "And why should I want to please you? He could have killed me for all you care!" "I do care, you are my little moneymaker. You did well, and look, you earned a $500 tip to boot. I told you, you were going to be a big moneymaker for us. And it looks like I was right. Now I want you to rest a day or so, then we can put you back 'on line', babe." "You going to give me a room of my own or will I have to move into the dormitory." "No, baby, for the time being, you stay right here in my room when you're not working so I can keep an eye on you. I don't want you associating with the riffraff. We have to keep you high class. No telling what them common whores will teach you. Besides there is still much I haven't taught you." So for the next few days, Dexter rested up. Sultan hovered over him like he was guarding his life. He kept him a virtual prisoner in his room. Dexter was going stir-crazy. "You really should let me get some fresh air and sunlight. I am going to waste away up here. I need some exercise." Dexter complained. "I'm really feeling good now." "I don't want the sun to tan you, my love. The whiter your skin is, the more I like it. And what's more important is the fact that my customers prefer you light skinned and blonde. They love to see their dark skinned cocks sinking into that white ass of yours. I, myself, get a charge seeing my black hands moving over that smooth white body of yours. You know it is true what they say about us blacks; we are bigger and hornier than whites. And we do love blondes. Especially good-looking ones like you. Look at all those black athletes. They can have their pick of any black beauty they want and there are plenty of them that would love all that money and sex. But do they? No they don't. Are they not always screwing blondes? Light skinned beauties like you look so vulnerable, so sexy; we feel the need to protect you. I, myself, feel that you are like some delicate white lily in a field of dark weeds that are threatening to engulf you and you are screaming for protection," Sultan said as he ran his fingers over Dexter's skin, his fingers rubbing over his chest and resting on his nipples. And then lowering his mouth to the young man's pink lips, he kissed him and enfolded him in his arms and let out a big sigh. "Ahhhhh! What a waste! This face, this body, and what have I turned you into? A whore. And not just a common prostitute, but also one every man in this town would love to take to bed. Perhaps you were right, Dexter, I should let you go." "But you won't, will you? Why not?" Dexter asked. "It is not just the money, is it?" "Don't get the wrong idea. Yes it is the money! Damn it! I'm a greedy Whore Master and you are going to be my chief moneymaker. If you think I love you, you are wrong. If it's one thing I know - it's that I'm not in love with you. I can't fall in love with you." He took Dexter's face in his hands and kissed him gently on the lips again and then, as the young lips parted, he inserted his tongue and searched the inside of his mouth. He ran his tongue tip over the guy's teeth and plummeted his mouth with his probing tongue. Then, pulling away from him, he looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Damn you, I can't afford to be in love with you, but I am. I am in love with you! What the fuck am I to do now?" "Free me!" Dexter whispered. "If you did love me, you would free me." "You know I can't do that. I know as soon as I did that you would be out of here and on your way out of the county and I would never see you again." "I just might want to stay here with you. But you have no way of knowing that, until I am free and able to make my own decisions." "No, you little vixen, I am not going to chance that. Do you really think I'm that much of a fool?" said Sultan grabbing and holding him close and sucking on his earlobe. "Why would I? What the hell is love anyway? I can have you anytime I feel like it and you will have to like it or I will beat the hell out of you. But I won't do that, because while I love to think of myself as compassionate, I really am a cold hardnosed businessman. Now stop this shit about freedom. You are my slave and you will remain so until either I or my customers get tired of you. Forget it, It's time for you to get back to work. Let's put that white ass of yours to work making us lots of money." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 07 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part #6 Then one day while Dexter and Sultan were in the Bazaar, who but Achmed, the storekeeper, happened to spot them... Chapter 07 "Ah yes! Look at this! If it isn't my old friend Sultan," Achmed said as he greeted the pair of them. "And who is this that you are dragging around on that leash? Can it be my runaway slave? Or were you perhaps looking for me just to return 'my property'?" "Your property? Are you insane? He is mine. I purchased him from you, legally. I have a bill of sale signed by you and filed with the court, stating that you sold him to me." "A forgery no doubt." "Don't give me that camel shit. You know better than that." Sultan said. "I have heard that since your uncle passed away, you have taken over his business and are running it into the ground. Why, after all this time are you now telling me that, after almost killing this poor boy and selling him to me; you now want him back? Is it that the business is failing and that perhaps you want an additional means of earning a few dollars?" "I not only demand that you return him to me, but I want the money he has earned for you turned over to me also!" "Now I'm sure you are crazy! You have got to be joking! Just because you now own a business does not mean that you have elevated yourself up to the status of a human being. You always have been and still are gutter shit and if you don't clear the way for your betters, I will flush you down the nearest sewer," Sultan said angrily as he pushed him aside. ''Why, just the very thought that such a fine specimen as my slave should even have been touched by one such as you makes me sick." With that he pushed Achmed out of their way and proceeded to continue to shop. After he had finished his purchases and had arranged to have them delivered, both he and Dexter returned to the brothel. "Do you think he will be able to get me back?" Dexter asked. "I won't have to go back to that filthy bastard -- will I?" "Don't even let that thought enter your head. By our laws you belong to me. The papers were signed and filed with the proper authorities. It is all legal." "But what if he takes you into court?" "I have his written statement that he sold you to me for cash. That paper should hold up in any court of law. If need be, I can get 10 people to testify that he not only sold you to me, but that he helped load you into my van." "Were there any such persons?" 'Don't ask foolish questions. For the right price I can even get the Judge, the Chief of Police and the doctor to testify to this," Sultan laughed. "No one will believe him when I get finished with him. He will be lucky if he has that little store once I counter-sue him. He may make all kinds of noise, but he knows he cannot even get his 'day in court'. He will be the laughing stock of the town." As soon as they got back to the brothel, Sultan called his lawyer and asked him to come to his office. The two of them sat down and Sultan filled him in on what had happened in the Bazaar. He showed him the 'Bill of Sale' and the Doctor's bill. "The Bill of Sale is all we should need. What are you showing me the doctor's bill for?" asked the lawyer. "It proves nothing really." "It proves that Achmed abused Dexter. It shows that Achmed was a violent owner and my purchase of him saved his life. Once Dexter became well, I offered him a job in my establishment, which he accepted." "The court is not interested in Dexter's health -- only his status. Is he free or property? Are you saying that you purchased him and then offered him his freedom and he decided to work for you?" "Well, not in so many words. I told him that by our laws he now belonged to me and that if he consented to work for me, He might be able to earn his freedom." "Again, I must tell you that the court is only interested in Dexter's status. As long as you have that Bill of Sale, there is nothing this shop owner can do about it. I would like to speak to this Dexter and hear what he has to say about it." "Does this mean that you will be his lawyer also?" "Slaves, as you are well aware, do not have legal rights... so they need no lawyers. If he were your slave, then as your property, he would be covered in our legal agreement. I am bound to represent and provide legal assistance to you and your property. Now let's call Dexter in." Dexter was summoned and he came into the office. "Dexter, please sit down and answer the lawyer's questions as best you can." "I want you to tell me, as best you can, as to how you came into Sultan's possession." "Well as best I can recall it... " He told him about being raped by Achmed. After he had finished the lawyer said, "And you mean to tell me that you remember that Achmed called Sultan and told him he wanted to sell you to him? You recall Achmed and Sultan bargaining with and another over your price. And that they agreed and Achmed signed a Bill of Sale?" "Yes, I remember that part rather well. I remember wondering what kind of a nut factory I had fallen into. And then I remember after they had agreed on the price, Achmed injecting me with a sedative and the two of them rolling me into a rug and Achmed helping Sultan to load me into his van." "So you remember all that?" "Yes, until they both loaded me into the van I was awake, but after that I must have passed out. Later when I came to, I had memory loss for a few days. Then it all came back." "So you did not submit to Achmed willingly? He overpowered you and as in a war or raid he claimed you as booty? You did not become his slave by your own free will." "Hell no! That bastard just drugged me and raped me and sold me to Sultan." "Well in the old days that would have been considered a legitimate means of enslaving a non-believer. Even though we say we do not recognize slavery today, we all know that we turn our eyes away from it. Still today it is recognized in religious law. You see the law is that all non-believers deserve and should be enslaved and offered encouragement to convert to the one true religion. This was the word of the prophet and cannot be changed no matter what some court of men may say. That is what this community believes and what our court will uphold. If Sultan thought that you were Achmed's slave and that he wanted to sell you to him then the sale is final. Do you think Sultan believed that?" "I think so. Like I said, I was drugged and it was fuzzy." "Ok. You can go now. Just for my own peace of mind, if given the choice, would you willingly go back to Achmed, or stay with Sultan?" "I would like my freedom!" "I can not offer you that, nor can the court. The court is not interested in freeing anyone. Only the one that owns you has that right. It is too complicated to explain it to you as you are unfamiliar with our laws but Achmed took possession of you by means of force. That is the usual means of enslavement. There are few people who become slaves voluntarily. Once enslaved you became his property. He then sold you to Sultan. It is up to him to either free you or continue to enslave you. He has offered you a chance to free yourself by working for him and it looks as if you are taking it. You understand that if you went back to Achmed, or if the court were to send you back to him, you would be a slave for life with no chance for freedom. There is no other way for you to become free. You must remain with Sultan." "What if I were to testify as to how Achmed illegally made...." "Stop right there. Slaves testify in court? That will never happen. A slave is never allowed to testify in court. The words of slaves have no legal validity in our courts. What kind of ridiculous situation would allow a slave to determine his status? That would be like giving the right of jury nullification to a convicted muderer. You may go now." After Dexter left the room the lawyer said, "I'm going over to talk to Achmed and see if we can work something out. The only problem I can see is that you did not have a witness to the signing. However, you really did not need one since you filed it with the court. Since, at that time he was given the required time to protest the legality of the papers -- he really has no legal claim now. Your Bill of Sale is legal and since you did register it and he was given notification of your purchase but never contested it, the court will have to recognize your ownership. The only thing he can do now is to cause a few problems. There are other ways of putting an end to this camel shit and perhaps we can end it without too much of a stink." "You work it from your end. I have a few ideas of my own." "Just watch yourself. Nothing illegal now. I don't want to have to defend you for murder," the lawyer admonished him strongly. "I would not dirty my hands with his blood. I was just thinking that the Judge might just like to spend some time with Dexter one of these nights. Let us say as a guest of my house." "Yes," laughed the lawyer, "the time honored custom of persuasion, and I thought only us Arabs were that devious. I did not think you Sudanese were so cunning. One could try bribery; among us it is an old respected means of settling problems. But will our learned Judge accept a bribe." "The Judge comes from old Bedouin stock and you know what they say about the desert people," Sultan smiled. "They say many things!" laughed the lawyer. "Most of them true. Which saying are you referring to?" "There is an age old saying among the Bedouin: "A goat for use, a girl for enjoyment, but a boy for ecstasy," said Sultan. "And I have just the boy for him." "Now that's plain downright devious bribery," he smiled. "Something that we in the legal profession might come up with. I'm not going to remember that you said that, but after seeing Dexter myself, I just might want to sample his charms myself." "Win this case and I'll see what I can do for you!" >>>>> Sultan, after calling and making an appointment to meet the Judge in his home late in the evening, went there and was greeted warmly. "It is good to see you again my old friend. It has been a long time." The Judge said as he ushered him into his study. "Yes, I can remember the many times you used my services but since your marriage you seem to have lost an appetite for the better things in life. I hope it was not that you lost your taste for my delicious tidbits." "Lost my taste? Are you out of your mind? I am Bedouin and we never forget. However, since my marriage, the wife has me under her thumb and I have to watch my expenses. From what I hear, the pay of a Judge would not go far in your establishment these days. I hear all kinds of rumors of 1000-dollar fees. Besides you know how some people are now-a-days, it would not look right if I were seen in your establishment." "We could always arrange to have one of our younger men meet you in a place that was less public, and as for the fee, I'm sure that we could work something out." "That is most kind of you and to tell the truth, I do miss the 'old days'. Now tell me the real reason you are here." "Well, Judge, I did come to ask your opinion on a legal matter. I asked my Lawyer, but he was a bit too sure for my taste." "Lawyers tend to be that way. They tend to simplify things in order to get money from you. Will this matter come up before my court?" "Yes sir and that's why I would like your opinion on this before I go into the expense of a court trial," Sultan said. "Well if you wish to ask my legal opinion on a general point of law.... It might be considered ethical." "Can you tell me if a certain paper is a legal document?" "Only in general terms." "If a Bill of Sale is signed by both parties and one party duly files that document with county clerk, is it legal even if there was no witness to the signing?" "Generally speaking, it is the clerk's duty to notify both parties that the document has been registered and unless there is a written protest within 14 days, such a document is binding on both parties," he concluded. "That's all I can say at this time. That's what your lawyer should have told you." "Thank you, Judge. That is what he told me and the clerk did do that, but I just wanted to be sure," Sultan said. "Do I owe you anything for this legal opinion?" "Not a cent. It would not be proper for me to charge for such basic knowledge that any first year law student would know." And in a whispered voice he continued, "now to get back to our earlier conversation about my taste buds and how I can satisfy them." "I hear that you have purchased a vacation home on the lake last year." "Yes it is more of a fishing lodge then a home. You know how I love to go fishing. Perhaps you would like to come visit some weekend and do a little fishing. It is good to get away from town and be off by myself and not have to worry about my wife interrupting my solitude. I love to sit by the fireplace and remember old times. Why not come and perhaps we can even do a little fishing? It will do us both some good." "Ohhh you paint such a lovely picture and perhaps after this case is settled I will take you up on the offer," said Sultan. "Perhaps I might even bring one or two companions to help us take the chill out of the evening air. You know some warm bodies to..." "Yes, that's just what I had in mind." "Two great minds DO think alike," Sultan laughed, as he got up extended his hand and shook the Judge's hand in farewell." "Take care of yourself, my old friend. Don't let that little shopkeeping bastard worry you -- you have nothing to fear from him." Sultan smiled as he left the Judge's house and walked home. Both he and the Judge had an understanding and he knew that it would hold as he had not even mentioned Achmed in their conversation... ...to be continued The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 08 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part 7 "Take care of yourself, my old friend. Don't let that little shopkeeping bastard worry you - you have nothing to fear from him." Sultan smiled as he left the Judge's house and walked home. Both he and the Judge had an understanding and he knew that it would hold, as he had not even mentioned Achmed in their conversation... Part 8 The Judge, too, felt he had reached an understanding with Sultan. A deal had been consummated. Maybe not so much a legal deal, but one that would be honored never the less to the death. Dexter would remain as Sultan's property, at least for the time being. As his property, Sultan would do anything to keep that blond slave in his employ. After all, that slave must be earning him a mint of money. By my affirming legal ownership of Dexter to Sultan, I will gain the right to demand certain favors from the pimp. Perhaps this could be the answer to my own problems as well, thought the Judge. No more will I have to suffer at the hands of that cold bitch, my wife. Ever since I married that rotten woman, I have looked for some hot sex and that bitch would not give it to me. Not only that but she prevents me from going to a place like Sultan's. I am a man who wants and needs lots of sex. When I first married that bitch, I had thought this wife would satisfy my needs. But I soon realized that she was a dead fish. She hated either sex or me. I could not tell which and after a while I did not care. Once in a while she would let me fuck her, but never would she act like she wanted it. Not that she was not beautiful in her own way. In the old days I would have just beat her into submission. But now one could not so easily do that. There was that family of hers. Coming from that grand family that spawned her, she considered 'His Honor' to be beneath her socially. How could her father have done this to her? How could he match her up with that low-life? Cold and bitchy, it was like humping a dead body. He got up and walked over to the fireplace, removed the old Hookah water pipe from the mantel, filled it with some hashish, then he placed it on the coffee table and lit it. After inhaling the sweet smoke he leaned back into his comfortable chair and let his mind fill with thoughts of the good old days when he was neither good nor old. After a few more drags on the pipe he thought to himself, who am I kidding? These are the good days. I am the law now and I should be able to enjoy a good piece of ass, male or female, whenever I want. If that wife of mine won't give me any, I can find it in Sultan's place. If she doesn't like it, what can she do? Nothing! There is nothing she can do about it. I am the Judge and no lawyer will dare to oppose me in my court. Who would take her case? If I play my cards right, happy times are here again! Yes, the good old days are back again and the real beauty of it is that now, Sultan will be beholden to me. Yes, I can see it now. Not only don't I have to pay for it, but also, I can have it delivered on a golden plate to my place at the lake. I can order it just like a Pizza. A few weeks later, the case came up in closed court. Sultan, in order to prove to Dexter how hopeless was his situation, had permitted the slave to accompany him to court. He wanted to vanquish all thoughts of emancipation. The Judge had decided to hear the case in his chambers. After hearing all the evidence, the Judge not only ruled in Sultan's favor, he made Achmed pay all court costs and admonished his lawyer for even bringing this matter before the court. "You know, I should recommend to the local bar that you be suspended from practicing the law." "But, Your Honor, my client insisted I bring suit. I did try to settle this out of court." "There was nothing to settle. You should have advised your client that this court is too busy to waste its time on idiocy like this," the Judge raged on. "There is no basis for assuming that the sale was illegal. It was registered with the court and both parties agreed to it. If I were to overturn that ruling I would be saying that the court was a party to a fraud. The law is the law. I'll let it go for this time, but if it happens again, I will throw you out of my court with my own two hands and see to it that you do not practice law in this, or any other county, again. Now, is that understood? I do not want to see this happen again. Now get out of my court." As they were heading back to Sultan's place to celebrate, Sultan placed his arm around Dexter and said, "See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about. Was I right or what?" "Yes, you were. I would not like to be on the wrong side of that judge. I thought he would string up Achmed right there in court." Dexter said. "That judge scared me, I did not like the way he looked at me. I thought he was going to lock me up, too. "I don't think he had that in mind. He might want to lock you up but not in Jail. No, we do not have anything to worry about there," the whoremaster said. "Once he saw you, he had no intention of returning you to that pig. He almost devoured you with his eyes and he was not going to send you back to that rapist. He may be as corrupt as they come, but he is not a fool." "What do you mean?" "Just wait! You'll see. He will be calling me to make an appointment to see you soon. Do not be fooled by him. He may look harmless, but he is a Bedouin and they are crafty and dangerous. He would not be a bad friend for the both of us to have. Even more than the Police Chief, he is the most powerful man in town. No one crosses him. Not even our town fathers. For some reason that I can't fathom, the only one that could and does have any sway over him is his wife, or so he says. Perhaps this is because her family money helped to set him up here in town. He was dirt poor, a Bedouin, but now he is rich in his own right and is beginning to feel his oats." Within two days Sultan came to Dexter and said, "I told you so. I just got a call from the Judge. He would like you to join him for a fishing trip at his lodge this coming week. I told him that you were all booked up and could not find the time. He was disappointed and insisted that he wanted you to join him. We argued a bit and I said I would ask you." "Since when do I have any choice in the men I have to entertain. As long as he can afford me, I must service him." "Well this one is not going to pay and not only that, the bastard wants you for the whole week! We will be out a lot of money, but you could use a vacation and ..." he let his voice trail off. "A vacation is not having to work and somehow I think I will be working very hard. It will be like a bus driver's holiday. The only thing different will be the change in geography." Dexter said and then the thought came into his mind that maybe, if it were far away from town, he might be able to escape. "Where is this place of his?" he asked. "He has this hunting and fishing lodge up on the lake. I have not seen it, but I hear that it is beautiful. It belonged to his father at one time. How or why he got it is a mystery to me. Anyway he has had the land and lake all fenced in. It's his private estate, which he uses as an escape to get away from everyone and everything. No one is permitted to come there. I understand that when he is there, he has the police patrol the perimeter just to keep his wife out." Sultan laughed. "That's the way he maintains his sanity or so he says." Well, thought Dexter, I might just go there, case-out the joint and see if I could arrange to escape from this loony bin myself. "You tell the Judge that I will be happy to cast my bate in his pond and to please make arrangements for my transportation. I do need some time away from this place. What kind of clothes will I need?" "I really don't think you will be acting like a fashion plate, most of the time he will have you nude, however it might be advisable to take some jeans, 'T' shirts, a denim jacket and a floppy hat to keep the sun off you face. Then you will need a pair of swim trunks, preferably a bikini. Some canvas shoes and possibly one of our sleeping togas. I think that will do." Sultan laughed, "Oh yes and a tooth brush and an enema bag as well." "You make the arrangements." Dexter said. "I'll be ready. Monday morning came and the sky was clear blue and the day promised to be warm. Dexter was dressed in jeans that were threadbare in all the right places and hung low on his slim waist. A blue denim jacket covered a white tank top. On his head a navy denim work hat cocked at a rakish angle covered his blond wavy hair that had been cut and hung loose to his collar. His other clothes were packed into a small leather suitcase. "You have all you need?" Sultan asked. "It gets cold in the mountains at night? "I think so." "Good. Here is a bag with condoms and lube. The Judge will most likely have some but I thought -- just in case. He may not want to use any, but that is up to you. Be a good boy and make me proud. The Judge is sending a car for you. It should be here soon." Just as he finished saying that, a Jeep Cherokee pulled up to the door and a driver got out took Dexter's bag and opened the rear door for Dexter. He placed the suitcase in the back. As Dexter strapped in, the driver returned, sat in the front, started the car and they pulled away, quickly leaving the town behind. Dexter had not realized that the Island was so big. They climbed into the hills and were soon off the main road and onto a back road made up of two tire tracts. No wonder the Judge had sent a Jeep. The tires bumped and picked along for 20 minutes and then came up to a high steel fence with razor wire on top. They traveled along the road until they stopped before a gate. The fence, the driver pointed out surrounded about 150 acres of forest, lake and property. That razor wire is electrified and prevents people from jumping the fence. There was a roadway outside the fence, which allowed police cars to patrol when the Judge was in residence. Nothing could be seen from the roadway except trees and occasional glimpses of a beautiful lake. The driver used the call box to gain entrance. The gate opened and the driver drove down a winding road till he came to a log cabin that was hidden from the road by pine trees. Dexter looked in awe and fell in love with the place. For the first time since coming to this Island, he felt good. The driver stopped the car, got out, took Dexter's bag and put it on the porch then opened Dexter's door and helped him out. Dexter took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the odor of pine as he climbed the steps to the porch. Again he breathed in the air and almost felt free. The driver tipped his hat and said goodbye and took off back up the road. Just as he was about to knock, the Judge opened the front door. "Welcome to my nest," the Judge, said smiling. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation to spend the week with me. Do you fish or hunt?" "Thank you for the invitation. You have a beautiful place here Judge. Had I known it was this nice, I would have begged you for an invitation. I have done some fishing but mostly off a dock, with hook and line stuff, I never owned a rod or gun." "I'm sure you have a very nice rod there," the Judge said taking Dexter around and patting his crotch. "My name is Yethro, but you can call me Judge, everyone does." "I'd rather call you by your name as calling you Judge sounds so cold. I'm Dexter, but they call me Dex for short. Is there someplace where I can unpack my bag?" "Since this is my private get-away, I only have the one bedroom, but there is plenty of drawer and closet space. You can put your stuff in the empty dresser and use the closet for anything you want to hang up. Come, I'll show you." They walked through a very large room that served as the kitchen, dining and living room area then into another room. "This is the bedroom and the bathroom is thru that door. It's not a big place but there is plenty of room and the area is beautiful. There is running water, heat and electric light. However, most times, I like to use the fireplace in the living room and hurricane lamps. I have them on hand as sometimes the electricity goes out and it helps to have emergency supplies around. I also have a gas generator in the outbuilding, just in case we have a power problem." "You seem to be prepared for anything. Can I put my stuff in this dresser and the bathroom?" "Yes, put it anywhere you find space. I want you to feel like this is your place. Make yourself at home. Are you hungry, I could make you lunch?" "Yes, I can eat -- but just a sandwich will do." Dexter said as he turned around and placed his suitcase on the king size bed and opened it. He placed his clothes in the drawer. He looked around and found an empty drawer in the night table and placed the bag Sultan had given him in it. Then he placed the rest of his toiletries in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom just as Yethro was coming back into the room. "Lunch is ready, will you have coffee, tea or milk?" "I think that there is something I would like to do first before we sit down to eat. You know - just to break the ice and set our minds at ease." "And what is that?" the Judge asked... Dexter walked up to the Judge and took him in his arms and pulled him close and looked into his eyes and placed his lips upon the Judge's lips and kissed him. The Judge was shocked at first but quickly recovered and pulled Dexter even closer and returned the kiss with passion. Their tongues tasted each other and Dexter could hear the Judge moan and he felt his manhood rub against his leg. "Hmmmmmm, I like. A nice way to break the ice," the Judge moaned as he broke the kiss and pulled away from Dexter. "But why?" "Why? Just to ease the situation and also I just wanted you to know how much I wanted to thank you for not sending me back to Achmed. That was the first reason but not the real reason. The real reason is that you are a very good-looking man. There was something that attracted me to you when I first saw you in court. You were so virulent, powerful and really in charge. Sitting behind that big desk of yours making life and death rulings. Like this was your realm and here you ruled. No one was going to tell you how to run the show. The tower of power and yet a slight touch of compassion and pity. I may be wrong but I thought I felt a connection; there was a slight soft glow in your eyes when you looked at me.. I thought about you a lot and I can't tell you how happy I was when Sultan told me you had called. When he told me he had refused to let you see me, I insisted and made him change his mind." "Now why would you want to do that? I'm so much older than you. You could and do have any man in this town. And if Sultan were to permit it, you could have any of the young women also, Yet, you say you want me, an old man who is past his prime. Are you sure?" "What has age got to do with anything? I'm weird and have always had this thing for mature men. However, you are not that old! I know everyone thinks I'm seventeen. I am older than I look. I'm twenty-one. Not that age has anything to do with it. I felt your hard manhood when you kissed me before and that is all the age I.D. I need. I must add that it also helps that you are still in very good physical shape. I'll bet your wife is happy and I can see that you will make me very, very happy," Dexter said as he again kissed the man on his lips. "I'll bet you say that to all your rich clients," the Judge smiled when their lips parted.. Laughing Dexter said, "you caught me and perhaps I do. But they are paying customers who I have to service. You on the other hand I did not have to see. It was I that made Sultan call you back. You may not believe it, but give me a chance and if you will let me, I intend to make you happy, but first let's eat." They went out into the kitchen and Dexter sat at the rough table and the Judge served him lunch. The Judge sat beside him and watched him eat. As he ate the Judge placed his hand on Dex's crotch and rubbed it. Smiling he said, "I see you are aroused also. It is hard for a man to fake such arousal. Do you mind if I??? "No I don't mind. In fact, I like it. I think in my fantasies I pictured you as a robust lover. I hope you are not turned off by my lust for you." "What you said before about my making my wife happy... it is not true. Well, I try, but these days she won't let me near her any more. According to her all sex is dirty. She says I'm a pig for wanting her to do anything but the missionary position. It's been hell from the beginning. Allah knows I've tried, but ...." And he let his voice trail off. "Tell me about yourself. How does Sultan treat you? Has he had sex with you or does he keep you only for the paying customers. Are your clients good to you?" "Well, Judge, there is no use in kidding you. I am Sultan's slave, he treats me very well, but I'm still a slave. Some of my clients are nice, but to them I'm still a whore and that is how they treat me. What can I say? I want my freedom, but I will never get it until Sultan decides he has had it with me and that I can no longer make money for him. I am caught between the rock and the hard place and there is no way out. I have come to feel that it is even a waste of time to try." The Judge was taken aback by what he said. "Young man, the law is the law and there is not much you can do about it. I know there are things about the system that are not right, but there is just so much I can do about it. We have tried to live by Sharia law for hundreds of years and it has served us well." "I know you are powerless to help me. I know and I don't ask that of you. Like you say 'the law is the law". I just want to be treated like a human and not property." The Judge got up and walked around and stood behind the seated Dexter. Kneeling down he reached and ran his fingers through his blond hair, lifting it to his nose and smelling the fragrance. Then he ran his hands over his shoulders and over his chest. "I would not say that I was completely powerless to help you. We will see what the future brings, however, if you will forgive me, my dear boy, but I can't help but treat you like property. You see I want to possess you. I can't help it," he cried the tears coming down his cheeks as he leaned down and kissed the nap of Dexter's neck and he moved his lips up to the ear lobe and sucked on it. "MMMM, that feels so good. It's wonderful to be with a gentle lover. Most of my men are rough." Dexter said as he turned his head and met the Judge's hungry lips and after kissing him continued, "Don't get the idea that I don't like rough, but the first time it should be slow and sensuous. At least until we get to know and trust each other." "Yes, slow and sensuous," Yethro said as he got up and patting Dexter's arm said, "You are right, no need to rush. We do have this entire week to get to know one another. As much as I would love to haul you up, sling you over on my shoulder and carry you off to bed right now, there is the matter of supper to think about. First things first. We should go out on the lake and try a bit of fishing. You change into some shorts... I'll clean up here and get the fishing gear together. Then we can take out the boat and see if we can earn our supper. This is a fishing trip after all -- is it not?" The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 09 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of chapter #8 "Hey, that's a great idea," Dex said. "Perhaps when you're done with the fish - you can grab a bar of soap and join me and we can wash each other off. Nothing I hate more than to smell the odor of dead fish when I make love." "Yes my love -- if it's one thing I will not tolerate this week ---- it's a dead fish in my bed..." Chapter #9 As they moored the boat, Dexter got out, tied the boat to the dock and helped Yethro out. "You want me to help you gut the fish?" Dexter asked. "No," answered the judge. "I know you can't wait to go in for a dip. You go in now and I'll join you later after I prepare the fish and refrigerate them. I liked that idea of the two of us bathing together." "Suit yourself," Dexter said as he dived into the water nude. When he surfaced, he playfully splashed a bit of water at the judge. "Better hurry up or I'll turn into a fish, swim away and you'll never hook me." "Oh, I'll hook you. You better believe that," the judge laughed as he picked up the fish and the equipment and headed up the pathway to the cabin. When he reached the cabin he left the rods outside and dumped the fish into the sink. Turning on the security camera, he smiled as he watched the nude body swimming and splashing around in the water. Dexter was putting on an Olympic swimming display. This is better than watching a porn flick Yethro thought to himself as he smiled and watched the blond put on a show. Dexter's sleek body cut smoothly through the clear water as he swam out to a wooden raft, which was anchored about sixty feet from the end of the pier. Cleaning and gutting the fish, the judge almost cut himself when he saw Dexter climb aboard the raft, stretch his arms out over his head, do a few jumping jacks and then bent over and touch his toes. Smiling the judge thought, I'll bet that little tramp knows that I can aim this camera almost anywhere I want. Thinking this he zoomed in on Dexter's backside and salivated. Oh yeah! You pussy boi, you know I'm watching. You, my friend, are playing the big tease now. Just wait until I get that ass of yours in bed. Yeah, your sweet ass is mine. Finishing the fish, he wrapped them, refrigerated them, rinsed his hands then grabbed a bar of soap and towels and walked down to the lake. When he got there, Dexter was back in the water floating on his back about 10 feet off the dock. "I brought you the soap. You want me to wash you or are you just going to float around out there with that big periscope sticking up." "Join me! The water is beautiful. Forget the soap. We can wash later in the shower." The judge stripped down and started to let himself down the ladder. Just as he got both feet into the water, he felt two hands grab him from behind. Dexter, who had swum underwater to the dock, was now pulling Yethro off the ladder and into the water with him. They caused a big splash and the two of them playfully pushed, shoved and dunked each other just like kids. "Isn't the water wonderful?" Dexter shouted. "I could stay in for hours. Come on I'll race you to the raft." They raced to the swimming raft and Dexter let him win. They climbed out of the lake and onto the raft breathing heavily. "I'm not as young as I used to be," said Yethro as they laid down in the warm sunlight next to each other. He leaned over took a few of Dexter's blond locks in his fingers and kissed them. "Such beautiful golden locks. You let me win that, didn't you? Are you having a good time?" he asked. Dexter, not admitting to the throwing of the race, turned to face the judge and raised himself on one elbow. He looked into the judge's eyes and answered, "A good time, who wouldn't? It's so peaceful ¬¬¬¬¬¬and wonderful here. It almost makes one forget about being a slave. Why, why are you being so nice to me? You don't have to be. It's not that you have to seduce me. I'm not a date that you picked up in some bar and now you feel that you have to wine and dine me to get me into your bed. I'm a male prostitute. A whore, a professional! Stop treating me like your boyfriend. You keep this up and I might never want to go back to Sultan's. Don't you see that it is making it harder on me? Next week it will be back to two or three men a night. Doing all sorts of dirty things with filthy, ugly men that make me sick. They will pay money and think that they own me. And for a few hours--- they will!" "In the first place, I thought you said you wanted to be treated like a human being and not a slave. And secondly, I'm not a customer and you're not a prostitute this week. I asked you to come here as my date. I did not order you to come. Nor do I plan to pay for you services. You accepted my invitation. You are free to go back to Sultan anytime you feel like it. I would hope you want to stay with me, but I will not keep you here against your will. So tell me, what is it to be? My date or Sultan's meal ticket?" 'Well when you put it like that, I like the date idea. Yes! That's what I like and I could not have picked a nicer one." Dexter said as he kissed the judge's lips. "You know, what I said before about your being a good looking guy was not some whore house bullshit. Not only are you good looking but you also have a good heart. I feel that I am lucky to be here with you. I feel that someone up there is looking after me." "You are the first person that I have invited to come up here with me. I have always regarded this as my personal escape place. I never planned to share it with anyone. Until now. This is the haven I run to from that everyday hellhole I live in. If you really mean that you would rather be here with me than some young good looking guy, it really makes all the money I invested here worth it." "Well, that would depend on who the guy was," Dexter said with a smile in his eyes. "You might not believe it but I would rather be with you, in your arms and have your warm body next to me then most of the men I know, younger or older. Not only that, but I would prefer you to anyone, male or female. Yes, even more than a young female with tits the size of cantaloupes. This entire man/man thing is new to me and it took a while for me to realize it but I now know that I love men. And of all the men I have met, I think you are the most wonderful and gentle of the lot. Not only that, but you are by far the most intelligent and interesting person I have ever known. I feel like I could talk to you about anything and feel comfortable. Our sexual exploits might be wonderful, but I think they will be only secondary to our other times together." "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me and I hope you mean it," the judge said as he leaned in and took Dexter into his arms and kissed him. Then he rolled over atop of him and pinned him to the wooden raft. "I want you, Dex. I need you." Dexter enclosed him in his arms returning his kiss, his tongue entering his mouth and rubbing along the judge's tongue. The two kissed deeply and passionately. Dexter spread his legs wide as the judge's naked body sank between them. Yethro rubbed his cock against Dexter's. "Yes! Damn it! I want you Dex and I want you now." Yethro screamed. "Son of a Bitch! I don't have a condom on me - you wouldn't happen to have one, would you?" "Are you serious? I'm nude, the same as you! WHERE WOULD I HIDE ONE? I seem to have left them in the night table drawer. I'll remember not to be caught short next time," he smiled then he said seriously, "look Judge about condoms; let's get one thing straight from the start. I'm clean and both my boss and I want it to remain that way. I'm sure you are clean also however, if something were to happen, Sultan would cut my throat. Please, if we are to ever see each other again, we should wait until later and always play it safe. There are lots of other ways we can enjoy each other." Dexter reached down and captured Yethro's hard manhood and gathered it up along with his own. Encasing both in his palm and working them together he started using his palm as a pussy. Both men humped the substitute cunt rutting like a pair of wild animals. After a short time the judge pulled away and said in disgust, "No! No, no, no, not this way. This is not the way! I want us to be joined. I need to be a part of you and you a part of me. Jacking off is for snot nosed teens, not grown men. It is something you do when you are alone. Not with a lover. I'm not as good at this as you are, but I would like us to..." "Us? By us you mean both of us? Are you sure?" "Yes, I would like to learn to suck your...." "You're kidding me. You mean you have never sucked a cock before?" "No, never! Not that I didn't want to. But since I have always topped, to suck cock, so I thought, would mean I was less of a man," the judge confessed. "But seeing you suck my cock has not diminished your manhood in my mind's eye one Iota, so I know it's not true." "That concept is just a cultural hang up. Not only is it not true, but also it is stupid. You would not consider men like Sultan anything but masculine would you? Look, like any sex, the act itself can be either a dirty or beautiful thing. It depends on the couple and why they are doing it. In reality, it is just another means of giving and showing love. It's time you learned. If you want, I will be glad to teach you how to do it." "You mean you can be taught?" "While I can't be sure I think that before I came to this town, I was a complete virgin. After Sultan purchased me, he took me in hand and educated me. Most of it is instinct, but the basics can be taught. He was one of the best teachers in the world. If I could learn, so can you. If you want, I will show you." "Yes, I want to learn, but I'm really afraid." "O.K. then, we start 'Cock Sucking 101'. We will take it slow. You will try to imitate my movements." Dexter said then moved his body so that they were foot to head. Starting at the judge's feet and taking one of his toes into his mouth he started to suck and lick on it. The judge followed suit. "Yes that's right. You're doing fine." They continued to suck on each other's toes for a while then they move up the foot and started licking along the inside leg. "Savor it like fine wine, slowly." At this point Dexter noted that Yethro was beginning to drib precum. If this kept up the judge was going to blow his load. He had to so something to calm him down. "Easy Yethro, try to control yourself, I know it's difficult but try to think of something else. A law case, fishing or anything to take your mind off of it. We have all week and there is no need to hurry." "Easy for you to say!" the judge said. Then forcing himself to think of something else he finally did manage to regain some sort of control. "That's it. You're doing great," Dexter encouraged him. "Now lick up under my balls." Yethro's tongue lapped Dexter's balls and Dexter took one of the judge's balls in his mouth and sucked on it.... From this point on the judge needed no further instructions. His animal instinct took over. His tongue licked around the base of the eight inch uncut meat, as his nose inhaled the man musk. His lips rubbed along the pole, up and down until they touched the foreskin. The silky feel and smell got to him. He wanted to inhale it. He wanted to nibble it. His tongue tip, like a snake's fangs, probed the skin pushing it, digging around the gland and now and then nibbling on it. "GOOD!" Dexter moaned, "The pupil is progressing very nicely. Now, my love, take just the head in your mouth. Watch the teeth! Yes. Cover them with your lips and savor the taste. That's it! You're doing just great. Now rub your tongue around under the foreskin. OHHHHHHHH yeahh, you are a quick learner... Ahh yes, now go deeper, yes deeper. You're a natural, baby." As the judge tried to take in the entire cock, he started to gag. "No, no, not so deep, Not the first time. That will come later. Just run the lips up and down. Yes, just like that. Use your mouth as a pussy. Suck it in and then push it out with the tongue. Lap your tongue over the head and then suck it in again." Dexter ceased instructing him and took the judge's dick into his mouth and using his lips and tongue he sucked the pole harder and harder. He placed his fingers on the man's ass and rubbed along the valley until his finger pressed on the rosebud. He was surprised to feel that the judge had followed his lead and when he felt the judge's finger penetrate his rosebud both of them were no longer able to contain themselves. They exploded. Coming hard, very hard together. Dexter swallowed, but the judge could not make himself and he spit most of it out. Dexter not wanting to make the judge feel bad said, "It is O.K. You don't have to swallow now. That too may come later, in 'Cock Sucking 102'. You did great for a first time." Then he righted himself and took the man in his arms, holding and kissing him. They sat like that for a few minutes, rocking in each other's arms, enjoying the sounds of quiet and the sounds of the water lapping against the raft. "It was wonderful," Dexter said. "And you did great, fantastic, especially for a first time. How do you feel? Did you like it?" "The right question should be, did you like it?" asked Yethro. "I tried to give you enjoyment. Did I?" "More than you know. I think that this is the first time that anyone has given me some iota of joy since I came to this damn town. Thank you Yethro. You can be a great lover and don't let anyone say you are not. You are a giver as well as a taker now. Now, I think we should swim back and clean up for dinner." "Where did you learn that thing about taking your mind off of sex to avoid ejaculation?" "Sultan taught it to me. What did you think of?" "My wife!" he laughed. "Come on I'll race you back to the dock." The two of them dove into the water and swam back to the dock, got out and dried off. "I'm starved. How are you going to cook that fish?" Dexter asked. "I'm so hungry, I could almost eat it Japanese style." "Ahhhhh youth! Sex first, or is it food then sex. I'm too old to remember," the judge sighed. "I thought I would pan broil it, rather than serve it raw." "Well, a little to eat and then a bit of wine, it you have some, can restore both our libidos and then we can rest by the fire place until we are ready for the second act." "You know as a Moslem, I am not allowed to drink wine. However, I am not a very strict one and I do keep a bit of very good white wine in the cabin that, so I'm told, will enhance the taste of the fish. You will keep my secret, won't you?" "Yes, you keep it for cooking and medicinal purposes only," Dexter laughed. "No one can fault you for that and your secrets will be safe with me." "I'm not so sure of that Dex." "Sure of what?" "My secrets. I'm not sure of that, yet," the judge said. "After all we just met and while I would like to trust you, I really don't see any reason why I should. You are not even a member of my faith. You are an infidel and therefore not worthy of my trust or my love let alone my secrets." Then seeing the look of hurt on Dexter's face he added, "You should not look so downhearted! You see, I am not only a Moslem but a Bedouin as well and we distrust everyone including ourselves." "You must be very lonely then. I will have to do something to earn your trust. I know what it means to be without friends or contacts. Without Sultan and Yussef, I would be lost. I don't even remember who or what I was before I woke up in Sultan's bed. I doubt it but who knows, I could have been like you, a Bedouin. I could have been anything. It was all a fog. Little by little, I eventually did remember my name and a few details, I remember looking for some things to decorate an apartment, but where or when, I just can't seem to remember. The doctor said I may never remember everything and to forget about trying too. I'm just to make the best of the situation and someday it may come back to me without my trying to remember." "Well as far as being a Bedouin or Muslim, that I can swear you're not. I would be able to tell," the judge laughed. "For one thing your cock tells me that. We would have trimmed your foreskin. Perhaps, if we wanted to get romantic about it, we could make up all kinds of fancy stories up about your being the illegitimate great grandson of Laurence of Arabia. But, that wouldn't work well as he was a homosexual and never had children. It is much more likely you might be one of those poor Christians that are regularly captured by desert slavers, then taken and sold to some handsome Bedouin chief at one of the better slave auctions. They have been known to strip their captives' nude, tie their nude bodies over their saddles and ride off into the desert sunset for a life of wild sex. You know like those weird musicals Hollywood liked to turn out years ago. Yes, now that story has possibilities." "I think I might like that story. Who would that handsome Bedouin chief be?" "Why me, of course! After all it is my fantasy we are talking about here. Would you fight me or would you submit?" "Oh yes, in the beginning to protect my virtue I would have to resist, but sooner or later I think I would have to give in and succumb to your charms." "Sultan trained you right, come let's get up to the house." "Oh no! Where is your white steed? No big white stallion, I'm not going back to your tent!" Dexter playfully pouted and shouted at him. "Yes, you will," yelled the judge as he grabbed Dexter with his powerful hands and slung him over his shoulder and somehow managed to carry him up the steps to the cabin while he slapped his rear end lightly. Entering the cabin the judge threw him on the bed and huffing and puffing he playfully asked, "do I have to whip you with my ridding crop or will you obey your new master?" "No master, not the whip, I will obey." "Good! Now you're behaving, as my sex slave should act. Get washed up and ready for supper. Do you have some nightclothes you could wear? If so, get into them and join me at the table. We will eat and then you can clean up the dishes while I prepare for bed." "Yes Master," he said as the man put on a robe and went into the kitchen. Dexter took a shower, shaved and then got into the sleeping toga he had brought with him. The toga was a white silk wrap-a-round so thin that it was just about transparent. It had one short sleeve to hold it up onto one of his shoulders. The rest was wrapped around his body exposing one nipple and his other bare arm. It fell in folds to his mid thighs and was tied at the waist. It was worn without pants. Sultan had jokingly said that it afforded his clients easy access. They were comfortable and the paying customers were spared the trouble of having to undo button after button. His whores said that the real reason the boss liked the 'robes' was because one size fill all and they were cheaper to purchase in large quantities. As Dexter entered the living room the judge just stared open-mouthed, "is that all you brought to wear at night? He asked. "You will freeze. Like I said it gets mighty cool up here in the evenings." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 10 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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 Part 9 They sat for a long time watching the fire and cuddling. As the last embers died down the judge whispered, "it's time for me to get you into bed." * The judge took Dexter by the hand and led him into the bedroom. In the semi-darkness both disrobed and got under the covers. The judge had been right, the temperature outside had cooled down and they snuggled up under the covers. Their bodies touching, the judge reached over and kissed Dexter's lips. "I just wanted you to know that it's been a wonderful day. If I were only fifteen years younger," Yethro moaned. "I would really make love to you!" "You should stop thinking about your age. You are a man at the top of his prime. You are doing very well. I could not have wanted a better lover and your age is not a problem for me. Thank God you're not fifteen years younger, if you were, I would be too young for you," Dexter laughed. "I would be only about six years old! "Ahhh haaa but surely you must know that as a Bedouin it would not have been unusual for me to have had sex with you at that tender age. Maybe, and I say that just maybe, I would not have entered you at that time. However, I could and would have done lots of other things to you in order to prepare you for your deflowering at a later date," the judge whispered. "Say when you were perhaps seven or eight." "You must be joking! I don't believe that. You dirty, lecherous old desert fox! I should spank and punish you for those perverted thoughts." "Perverted thoughts? Oh so, I'm the pervert now? You lustful young ingrate! I was watching you in my court! You and those big blue eyes of yours, flirting with me and then outrageously using that sexy, light skinned body of yours to entice and corrupt this honored jurist into a life of lust and depravity. Spank me! Hell no! You're the one who should be spanked! Calling me a pervert.... No one calls me names and gets away with it. Over! Over on your belly! Take your just punishment." Yethro demanded as he pulled Dexter over onto his belly and grabbed his ass and playfully squeeeeezed it. "I love that ass of yours, but it is still too white for my taste. It needs to have more color in it." Splat, spank his hand went as it smacked down on the hard globes as Dexter faked crying sobs. "Ouch, you hurt me! Now kiss it and make it better," taunted Dexter. "I'll make it better," the judge said as he leaned over and kissed the mounds of flesh and then nibbled on the succulent flesh. He next used his tongue to lap around the exposed anal passage. Placing his lips over the ring he blew hot air around the rosebud and then slid his tongue in ever decreasing circles until the tongue tip rested on the foyer of the love canal. "Oh God! That feels so fantastic. Yes, hell yes! Slide that hot tongue inside me. Shit! Uhh, OHHHHHH! That's it, you perverted son of the desert. Oh yeah, cram it all the way up my ass. I want it all." He moaned as his bullish, young balls slapped against the judge's chin as he rocked back and forth trying to fuck his ass on the judge's tongue. The younger man moaned and groaned without restraint as the older man slid his probing tongue in and out of the passageway to the humid rectum. Dexter's tender love chute quickly became slick and relaxed. Feeling this Yethro removed his tongue and slid first one, then two fingers deep into Dexter's twitching butt hole. "Oh yeahhhh Fuck me!" He cried out. "I want to feel your big Bedouin cock rampaging and pillaging inside me." The judge pulled his fingers out of Dexter's ass and eased the head of his dick between the cheeks of the younger man's yawning buttocks. As he pushed in, Dexter closed the rim of his asshole snugly around the judge's cock like a silky glove. The sensual heat radiating from his moist love hole subjected the apex of the judge's organ to a pleasure that cannot be put into words. Inward and forward he pushed and probed until his big, hairy balls slapped against Dexter's pods. Dexter howled with both agony and lust as Yethro thrust all the way into his welcoming man cunt. "Oh fuck, it hurts!" He cried as his thighs trembled and as he felt Yethro encase his slender waist with his hairy arms and hold him against the savage thrusts of his rutting cock. In and out. Out and in. At first slowly, savoring the hot moist inviting silky love canal. Then picking up speed he drove faster and faster as Dexter's handsome face became contorted with savage passion. Yes, it was savage it was even brutal. You could say it was even ruthless, but somehow it was also tender. Dexter found himself confused - God knows this was not his first sexual encounter. After all, he was a professional and not unused to large cocks, small cocks, all kinds of cocks, and also rough sex. For the most part all his customers used force as a means of 'conquering' him. Most if not all his clients had the desire to prove their manhood and their ability to subdue him. And when he asked Sultan about this common tendency among his clients, Sultan laughed and told him that to his customers, Dexter was a white Christian and fucking his ass was pay back for the crusades. Dexter at the time had thought this was silly until the brothel owner explained it all by way of a history lesson. After defeating the crusaders, the Arabs had gathered vast armies and had in retaliation invaded and occupied most of North Africa and Europe. They had finally been stopped at the gates of Vienna and slowly been pushed back. The Arab hoards had been humiliated and pushed out of most of Europe and the European countries had taken over most of North Africa. Islam had been on the decline ever since. Now that Islam was again on the rise, the infidel Christians would be made to pay in blood. But the judge's actions had nothing to do with force or power or conquest. This was not a power thing. It was as if a dam broke and instead of water overflowing to drown him, it was love. And it was beyond control and engulfing him. Everything was past control. While Sultan had taught him to yell and scream, this was not rehearsed. It was not play-acting. He had never felt this way and his lustful crooning and groaning was sweet music to the both of their ears. At this point the judge slowed down and began humping Dexter's ass slowly, rhythmically, one could even say musically. Yethro's body became the grand maestro conducting a great symphony orchestra using his cock as a baton. And to the maestro, Dexter was a melodic rhapsody to be savored. At last --- at long last he had found someone --- someone to make love with and that someone was returning his love - in his mind he could hear and feel the rising and falling crescendos, as note after sweet note, thrust after thrust, build and build like the hypnotic and rhythmic melody of Ravel's Boléro. With labored breath, Dexter slammed his ass back against the Judge's groin, keeping pace with the Judge's deep-penetrating thrusts. 'Fuck me, fuck me harder!" He demanded. His sweet, young ass possessed a truly wicked appetite for this man's cock. His slick rectal tunnel clung steadfastly to the Judge's lunging cock like a silky glove. The spastic rippling of his embracing bowel was an irresistible enticement for his lover's swollen testicles to surrender their milky, pent-up seed. There was no way to restrain His Honor now. The hot, milky contents of his nuts were already welling up at the base of his manhood, and the urge to explode was growing more volatile and volcanic with each pelvic thrust. "You're getting close," Dexter panted. "I can feel your cock swelling up in my hole. Shoot, blast me. Drench me with your baby makers." Sweat and tears stung the corners of the judge's eyes, and his ears rang with the ceaseless drumming, pounding and thumping of a lust filled heart. He reached around and found the hardness of Dexter's cock and played with it as his own balls continued to tighten. Huffing like the fireplace bellows, he rammed his cock deep into the torrid depths of the tight, young ass and held it there as his cock became a machine gun unleashing a barrage of semen bullets from it's tip while sinking deeper and deeper into an orgasmic rapture, the like of which he had never known before. With the judge's organ still held firmly in the grasp of Dexter's convulsive rectum, the young man shuddered blissfully. Grimacing with gratification, he held his ass against the judge as he shot his own load. As the final waves of ejaculate spewed from the both of them, Dexter leaned back into the Judge's arms, pressing his back against the older man's heaving chest. His head came to rest on the judge's shoulder. Affectionately he nibbled on his ear. The judge turned his lips to Dexter's lips and kissed him tenderly. "Thank you!" Muttered the judge "I don't think I ever had sex like that before." "You may think I'm lying to you, but I know I have never had such a wonderful experience before." Dexter said, "And that isn't some 'cat house' bullshit. I mean it. You are the first man to take me without a condom. I feel like I have lost my virginity to you." "Well I am not a virgin, but to tell the truth, I can not ever remember feeling this wonderful, even the first time I did it." Sweat and tears streamed down the Yethro's face as he reluctantly freed his body from Dexter's backside and slid down beside him. Deep in his sole he knew that his quest was over. This is what he had been longing for. After all these years, he had found what he had been searching for. "Now what do I do?" he whispered. "Well for one thing, I suggest that we both get a good nights sleep," Dexter groaned. "Then we can start again in the morning." "That's not what I mean," the judge said as he lay beside him. "I can't let you go back to Sultan's. I would die every night thinking of you in someone else's arms...." "I know how you feel. I, too, feel that way but there is nothing we can do. All vacations have to come to an end. The end of the week we both go back to work. You to your courtroom, me to my profession. Let's just enjoy the rest of the time we have together." "I know what I can do! What I must do! What if I were to buy you from him? Would you like that? Would you like to belong to me?" "What does it matter what I like? What does it matter what a slave likes or dislikes. Besides Sultan would never consider selling me to anyone. Several men have tried to buy me but he has refused their offers. Even the Chief of Police has put in a bid, but Sultan refused to sell me. Even if he would, you would not and could not afford my price." "Everyman has his price, even Sultan. Even if it were just money he wanted I think I could meet his price. However, money is not the only thing he wants. He wants protection. He needs the protection and legitimacy of the law. A man like Sultan craves respect and security. He wants to be able to walk down the street and feel that he is above the rabble. I heard and even saw him parading you around the market place. He was using you to show off his improved status. Showing the rabble that he was better then they. I know this feeling, did I not claw my way up from the gutter. The old saying is true, 'it takes one to know one'. I could and would make him a really good offer. One that he would not refuse!" "What are you?" jested Dexter. "The God-Father or something?" "You could say that except that I would do it within the law. Again I ask if you, would like that?" "Yethro what happened here today and this evening, was wonderful and I would love to be able to live that way for the rest of my life. For a few hours today I forgot that I was a slave and you were the master. But now that the passion is cooled down, I still am what I am. You can't ask me to willingly enslave myself. Yes, no doubt, you might be a better master to me and perhaps you would not 'rent' me out to your friends, but as your possession there would be no guarantees. Then there is also the small problem of your wife. As your wife, I would also be enslaved to her. What would your wife say about this? She would still be a splinter in our sides. As your slave I would always be at her mercy. If you were to die I would become her property and she could sell me into the mines at best or perhaps have me emasculated for her amusement. Your laws are confusing and what will happen to me when you die or get tired of me." "I will never tire of you. I have been looking for this all my life and you just have to say yes and I'll make it happen." Dexter thought about it for a while then said, "You can do what you want. I don't care. What difference does it make? I am property. No more, no less. You might be a better master to me, but I would still be enslaved. As long as I can't be free, I guess it would be best to have the same man in my bed every night. "Then, since you would not object, I will try and see what can be done. One way or the other, I am going to take you out of that place and give you a good life. Would you like that?" "Whatever." Dexter said and turned over and fell asleep. >>>>>> The next few days passed with a rapidity that shocked the judge. He was happier than he had ever been. He took Dexter fishing and boating and enjoyed seeing the young man drive his powerboat all over the lake. As the days passed, Dex began more and more to hate the thought of returning to the brothel. When the judge would let him take the boat out alone, Dexter would pull the boat into some hidden cove, drop anchor and go off looking for a way to escape. He hoped to find some hole or way of climbing the sixteen-foot fence that surrounded the property. He soon discovered that there were none and to top it off there was barbed wire stranded over the top. Several times he hid in the bushes as he watched and counted the times that the security patrol passed by. Even if he could somehow get out - there was always the Chief of Police to worry about. He could just about imagine what plans that sex mad deviate had in mind for him. What was that old saying about jumping out of the pot into the fire? He soon came to realize that escape was not an option, at least not yet, if it ever was. Yethro knew that Dexter was trying to escape. He had security cameras hidden all over the place and he loved to watch and laugh at the young man's efforts. Several times he would radio the security patrols telling them where Dexter was and he would have them stop their cars and check the fence to make sure it was secure. He mussed, that boy is a Bedouin at heart. He will try and try to escape. He will never be happy until he is free or dead. Two days before he had to return Dexter to Sultan, Yethro told Dexter to take the small motorboat out and go fishing and not return until he gave him a call on his cell phone. "Are you tiring of me at last? Why are you throwing me out?" "I am not throwing you out. Yesterday, when you were out boating, I got a call from my office. It seems that I have an important case coming up in court on Monday and I need to confer with the lawyers involved in the case. I just want some private time to go over some of the paper work before I have to meet with them. I have asked them to come here for a meeting and Dexter I do not think it would look good for them to see you here now. It would be different if you were my slave. These people know my wife and there is no need to start anything now. They might even try to blackmail me. Do you understand?" "Yes, you are ashamed of me and..." "This has nothing to do with shame. Just do this for me now. If you want to stay and listen to some boring legal crap I could cuff and gag you and hide you in the closet. I don't want to do that." Dexter gathered up the fishing gear and started to leave. He was at the doorway when the judge stopped him and said, "Dexter, I could never be ashamed of you. After these few days together and how I've come to think of you, I could never hurt you that way. I'm in love with you. I don't want you to be hurt by the looks and remarks of what others may say or think about you and me. It is not my feelings that I am concerned about. It is yours. As you know it is nothing for Muslims to have sex with others both in marriage and outside of the marriage bed. Many Arab men have many wives as well as concubines and male lovers. It is expected and this can and does happen within my culture. Unlike your people, mine would and do look at it as a normal way of life. As for myself I do not care, but I love you too much to see you hurt that way. If you were just my slave I would not give a shit what anyone thought. I have never thought of you as my property - nor will I ever. That is why I don't want to see you hurt. Do you understand?" "No, I do not understand. It may be your custom, but I cannot bring myself to understand it. Perhaps I need time. Time to learn and appreciate your way of life. O.K., I will go fishing now, call me when you are done," he said as he continued out the door. "Yethro, thank you for considering my feelings. I guess I'm just not used to having others think of me as anything but property. Few if any people here have ever worried about my feelings since I came to this place. The fact that I will have to return to ..." He could not even say the word... "I just wanted what little time we have left to be spent together. I did not want the outside world invading 'our space'." "I'm sorry and I too, would not have done this if it could have been avoided. Our time here has been wonderful and if this was not important - I would let it go until I got back on Monday, but it will only take a few hours or so. You go fishing and I'll see you later." Yethro said as he patted Dexter's ass and kissed him. "Now get out of here!" A half hour later the judge was sitting on the porch watching Dexter fish through his field glasses, when his Jeep and driver came to a stop before the gate. He buzzed it in and Sultan got out of the Jeep and came on the porch to sit beside him. "Thank you for the invitation to visit you here. You certainly have a beautiful place here. I feel honored that you asked me to come. I can understand why you like to come up here. Where is Dexter?" Is he all right? He hasn't been hurt or displeased you in anyway, has he? If he has done anything to hurt you in anyway- I will whip the shit out of him." "Dexter is fine and is out fishing," the judge said pointing out to the lake and handing Sultan the field glasses. "See for yourself." "OHH yes, I see him. My, he has turned brown. Damn him, I told him to avoid the sun. I shall have to punish him for that." "You will do no such thing. He looks so much better with a healthy tan," Yethro said. "There is something that I want to talk to you about." "And what is that?" "I seem to have grown very fond of the boy. I find that I don't want to return him to you. In fact, if we can come to an understanding, I'm not going to do it!" The brothel owner became uneasy and started to laugh rather nervously; "there is no way in hell that is going to happen. He is my property. You even ruled him as such in court and your ruling is final." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 11 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part 10 Sultan got up and went to the Jeep where the driver had been waiting. "Good bye Judge and enjoy your purchase." "I will! You can be sure of that!" Part 11 Yethro picked up his cell phone and called Dexter. "You can come back anytime you want. My guests have left and I am finished with the legal business for today." Dexter pulled in his lines and started up the outboard and headed into shore. Tying up at the dock he walked up the path to the house. Seeing the judge there putting some papers into his attachÇ case, he asked, "Are you finished with business for the day?" "Yes, I'm done and I want to thank you for being so understanding before. If we are to go on seeing each other like this, you are going to have to get used to the idea of me having to take some time to do business. How else can I afford to have you for my boyfriend? All this does take money." "If you were really my boyfriend, I would not need all this to keep me happy. I would want only you," Dexter said, "however it is rather nice not having to worry about money or where my next meal is coming from." "Yes, I agree. It does uncomplicate things. Speaking about eating, what are we going to do for supper? I don't feel like cooking and I'm not ready to find out if your domestic talents include cooking, yet. How about we do something really wild? Something that you would never get a chance to do any other day." "Like what?" "I don't know. Why don't you just throw out an idea and let's see what I can do about it," the judge said. "Well, since I will not have this opportunity again, OK." Dexter said, and after thinking for a few moments, he smiled and said, "Since this is going to be one of the last nights that we will be together, why not throw caution to the wind and go out on the town tonight and find a fancy place to eat. You know a cafe." "Hmmmm," the judge thought. "That's a great idea. However neither of us has the right clothes to wear here." "Right, I forgot! Well perhaps something else like going to a movie." Dexter said downhearted. Seeing the disappointment in Dexter's eyes the judge thought a while and then said, "Let me make a call or two. Maybe I can arrange something. What size are you? Give me your measurements. My tailor should be able to put together an outfit for you by this evening." "That's silly! Don't go to the trouble. You could order in a nice dinner and we could eat it here. It would be almost as good as going to a nice eating establishment. Besides, how would it look when the public sees you out with a male prostitute like me?" "I don't care what the hell they think. Now give me your sizes. If my tailor can't do it - then we will order in, but I bet he will be only too happy to try and accommodate me. I'll tell him to pick up my stuff and the two of us can go out in style." "You're too much, Yethro. Don't blame me if you get into trouble because of this. Your wife will hit the roof when she finds out." The judge smiled, looked sheepishly at Dexter and said, "That she may do - to hell with her." Then, going into the cabin, he had a brilliant idea. "You stay out here - we are going out tonight and you will look stunning." He ran into the cabin and called his tailor and made all the arrangements. Then he called an exclusive cafe and made reservations for the evening. Dexter was waiting on the porch when the judge came out with a big smile on his face. "Everything is set. Our clothes will be here in about two hours. The reservations are made for 9 PM tonight." "I don't believe it. How did you do it?" "It's done. Now come here and give me a big kiss. When my lover wants something - It is my job to get it for him, and I want to keep you happy." "Your Lover? I'm just a prostitute!" "Not when you are with me. If you want to be that, you can go back to Sultan. Just say so and I'll ship your ass back to him. As long as you are with me, you are my lover, my boyfriend, my partner - anything but a prostitute. And I don't want you to ever use that word around me again. Now kiss me and let's get ready for our date." They kissed and took a shower together. As the water flowed over their nude bodies, Dexter soaped up Yethro's dark hair and he returned the favor. The judge loved to run his dark fingers through the blonde's flaxen locks. He loved the soft feel of the hair and its smell as well. Dexter, for his part, loved running his white fingertips over the older male's olive bronze skin. He really had a hard, fit body and as his lips kissed the warm skin he felt the desire to suck and nibble on his throat and shoulders. Every now and then Dexter inadvertently let out a moan or sigh and thought damn, I've fallen for this man. I really want him. What will I do when I have to go back to Sultan's? They both washed the soapsuds off each other and then dried and powdered themselves up with talcum. "I would fuck the hell out of you but the tailor will be here soon and I want us to be fresh for dinner," the judge smiled. "We don't have to go to dinner. Like I said we could dress and order in." "What? And not let the highborn scum of this town see my beautiful lover? Don't even think of it. Here put on some underwear and get into that robe. He will be here soon," the judge said. The gate phone rang and the judge ran to answer it and let in the tailor. He entered the house with his assistant, both with arms loaded down with boxes. The judge took his dress suit and hung it in the closet. He then asked Dexter to come into the room. "Ohhhhhhh," said the tailor. "He is going to look wonderful in this outfit. You could not have picked a better costume for the young man. The colors will just bring out the blond hair and blue eyes to perfection. Judge, all eyes will be on the both of you tonight." He unwrapped the box and displayed a light weight silken embroidered Jalabiya. Dexter had seen many of these since his arrival in this town, but none that came close to this beautiful garment. Not even the one that Sultan had worn that time when he had seduced him into being a prostitute. "It's beautiful, but I can't take it - it must have cost you a fortune." "It did! But you will accept it, as a gift from me. You will take it and, damn it, you will stop all this nonsense about money and try it on right now," the judge ordered. Dexter did as ordered and fell in love with the flowing robe. "Oh! It looks perfect and those sandals are your size," said the tailor's assistant. "You can go anywhere in that outfit and except for your blond hair and that light skin of yours, people will think you are Saudi Royalty. Women are going to throw themselves at your feet." "I want you to make up four more in different colors with sandals to match. Deliver them here to me," the judge ordered. "That will be all for now gentlemen and thank you for your quick service." The tradesmen left and Dexter walked up and down like a model for the judge. "Thank you, Yethro. I really love this. What are you going to wear?" "A conservative blue business suit. I had the tailor pick up one from my house. From now on I will leave it here, just in case you should want to go to a movie or a show when you come here again. Now if you will excuse me, I will get dressed myself. We have reservations for 9PM and our driver will be here soon." Half an hour later the judge came out of the bedroom all dressed up. "Well how do I look? Do you think I will make a fit date for you tonight?" he asked as he ran a small comb through his hair. "Handsome, real handsome and good enough to eat," Dexter smiled as he walked up to Yethro and enfolded him in his arms and kissed him. "Perhaps you would like to skip the food and let me dine on you?" The gate buzzer rang as they disengaged from each other. "Tell him to go home. Tell him we changed our minds!" Dexter whispered. "Too late now and stop the bullshit," Yethro warned. "I know you are nervous, Dex, but it's time to get going." The two of them walked out the door and down the steps. The car was waiting with the chauffer holding the door open. Dexter deferred to the judge, trying to let him enter first, but he took Dexter's arm and helped him into the rear seat and then moved in beside him. "You know where we are going for dinner, don't you?" "Yes sir!" And off they went. After passing through the center of town they drove to a fancy section in the suburbs. Dexter had never been to this area before and the car stopped before, what looked like a mansion. A liveried doorman came out and opened the rear door and offered his hand to Yethro and helped him get out. Dexter was assisted next. "Good evening, your honor, the doorman said in Arabic, bowing at the waist. It is good to see you here again. It has been a long time since we have had the opportunity to serve you." "Yes, it has been a while," the judge said. "In fact it has been too long a time. Please speak English as my dinner companion has little or no knowledge of our tongue. Is our table ready?" "It is just about ready. Would the two of you care for a drink at the bar while we finish the setting up? It will take only a few minutes." "Yes some soft drinks will do for now," the judge said as they were directed to the bar and served orange juice. As they sat drinking, Yethro apologized, "I'm sorry, I should have asked you what you wanted. Perhaps you would like some vodka or something else." "No, this is fine. Aside from wine I do not drink the hard stuff nor do I take drugs. Achmed slipped me some drugs when he..." Dexter left it hanging there as the headwaiter came and told them their table was ready. They followed him to a table where they were seated. The waiter then told them the daily specials not listed on the menu and that he would return for their orders shortly. The judge looked over the menu and translated and critiqued each item and then they selected the items they wanted and the judge ordered dinner when the waiter returned. "This is really a nice place to eat," Dexter said. "I did not know you had places like this in town." "This is actually a private club. There is a steam room, pool and gym as well as this dining room. Only the richest and best families can afford to be members. Here is where the real business of the town is conducted. The people may think that they run the government, but it is those who are sitting here tonight that really do." "Are you one of them, Judge?" Dexter asked. "I should hope so. Otherwise, we would not have gotten past the front door. My wife's family was one of the founders of this establishment and I was one of the first to be invited into membership - long before I was her husband. Many people think that her father was responsible for my rise to prominence, but they do not know the true facts." "And why are you going to tell me 'the true facts'?" Dexter asked. "I really don't know why I'm telling you any of this, except that for some reason I feel I have to and I want to," Yethro said as he saw the waiter return with their food. "Ahhh, our meal is here, let's eat and then if you want, I will continue my life history for you." They sat and ate their dinner. They talked about their lives and the judge told him of his early struggle to gain acceptance into the town's closed social system. Coffee and dessert were served and then it began - a procession of club guests inundated their table. One by one, distinguished diners and their guests came over and greeted the judge. He in turn introduced Dexter to them as his special friend. It was all very nice and proper. After they stopped, Dexter whispered to the judge, "You realize that this is going to be all over town by Monday. Your wife will be looking for your head." "That's what I hope will happen! Now would you like to go to a cafe and hear some Bedouin music or do you wish to go home to bed?" asked the judge. It had started to rain and they just made it to the car. The lightning and thunder made it sound like the world was coming to an end. "I think we better head for home before the weather floods the roads. We don't want to be caught in a gully wash." They drove home and after they had locked up for the night, Yethro sat Dexter down next to him and asked how he had liked the evening out. "Except for the weather, it was very nice and there were times I really felt that we were a couple out on a date. I liked that your friends came over to the table to greet us, but I must admit that when the first one dropped by I thought he was going to have us thrown out." The judge laughed, "No, my love. What comes to the club usually stays in the club. However, Arab men being Arab men do love to gossip, perhaps even more than most others, and I'm sure something will get out. I doubt if any of these men were there with their wives. Arab women stay at home. That second man that came to our table has three wives. None of whom were was with him this evening." "Who was that lovely woman with him?" "It was his concubine." "And what do you think they thought I was? Was I your concubine?" "No! You were my dinner date, and a very nice one at that. I can only hope that they all thought you were my concubine. Yes, it would have given me much pleasure for them to think that. However I do not think any of them thought that a man like you would lower yourself to be my bed partner. I think that everyone there tonight would have given his or her eyeteeth to be in my place," he smiled as he leaned over and kissed Dexter on the lips. "It made me so proud to be sitting there with you and watch you talking to my friends as if you were my lover. You know that is something an Arab man never has. Wives must stay at home. They never sit and talk to a husband's male friends. Not only is it just not done, but a wife could have her head cut off for even appearing to have a talk with a man not her relative or husband. We keep our wives away from our male friends. Lock them up in harems and have eunuchs protect them from the outside world. Perhaps that is the reason many of us take male lovers or go to establishments like Sultan's. We need to satisfy our need for social as well as sexual companionship." "I think I am just beginning to understand Arab mentality. It may take me a while to get to really understand, but I can now see why so many men make the brothel their second home," Dexter said as he relaxed in the judges arms and returned his kisses. "Come, let's go to bed and end this wonderful day." They started to get up and go into the bedroom when there was a huge crash of lightning and the lights went out. "Damn, there goes the power," Yethro cursed as he grabbed a small flashlight from the kitchen drawer and also some candles and matches. "Don't worry I will turn on the emergency generator. We will have power for the alarm system, the refrigeration and the lights. Here, you light a few of these candles for light. I don't want you to trip over the furniture and get yourself hurt. When I come back we can leave off the lights and just use the candles." "Oh how romantic Yethro. If I didn't know you better, I would say you arranged it all." Taking a rain slicker from the hall closet and the flashlight, he went out into the rain and made his way down the back road to the emergency shed. Once inside, he started the generator and then came back into the house where Dexter was waiting for him with towels to dry off. After he was dried off he said, "Well I guess there is nothing else to do. We might as well go to bed. Bring the candles into the bedroom. There is no need to set out the hurricane lamps. We will be sleeping soon and by morning the electricity should be back on," Yethro said with a gleam in his eye. "Besides, like you said before, it is more romantic with candle light." They undressed each other in the candlelight and were soon in bed . Dexter lay on his back as the judge reached over and kissed him. The older man then climbed on top of him and pressed his body weight into him. The candles flickered and bathed their sweating bodies in the soft glow of the yellow light. Dexter held the judge in his arms making full body contact. With slow deliberate movements Dexter's fingers reached up and enclosed Yethro's head and pulled his face and lips to his mouth. He kissed him deeply, his tongue driving inside his mouth, their saliva mixing, their bodies becoming like one. The judge braking away from the kiss, whispered into Dexter's ear, "I want you now, my love. Are you ready for me?" "Oh! Yes, I'm ready," he moaned as he spread his legs and let the judge's hard body mould itself to his. He could feel the man's throbbing sex as it entered his welcoming love-hole, sliding past his gateway. The two men uniting and became one. It was not a "lust thing" although there was lust and lots of it. It was more like a slicked up motor launch docking in it's home port. "I love you, Dexter," the judge grunted as he slowly and forcefully pushed his manhood into him until it could go no deeper. The younger man uttered a deep moan of deep satisfaction then held his breath for a split second. Then without thinking or knowing where it came from, he heard this strange voice answer, "I love you, too Yethro!" Slowly, but with great tenderness, the older man continued to plow the younger man. He placed his lips on Dexter's ear then softly murmured, "I have waited to hear you say that since the first day you came here." Everything else disappeared. There was just the two of them in the semi-darkness. The only sounds heard in the room were the falling rain hitting the roof, the wind blowing through the trees outside, and the moans and grunts coming from their love-nest. Slowly, ever so slowly as Yethro's cock expanded and pushed its way deeper into his lover, there came that pause and then that deep moaning as both of them released their passion.... They held on to each other for a long time and then Dexter said, "I could get used to evenings like this. I want to thank you for a wonderful evening and a great week. I will miss you." "I'm glad you said that because we are going to be doing this a lot in the future. You had better get used to it, dear." "What are you talking about?" "Tonight was our celebration night. You are not going back to Sultan. I did it!" The judge said as he rolled off Dexter and blew out the candle. "You are mine, now. You belong to me. Today while you were out fishing, I sent for Sultan and I purchased you from him. You are free from him and you do not have to return to the brothel any more. I paid him $250,000 for you." "$250.000. That's a lot of money, are you sure I'm worth it?" "You are to me. No more will you have to service Sultan's clients." Yethro said as he kissed Dexter on the lips. "Monday I will submit a copy of the Bill of Sale to the county clerk and it will all be legal." "What will your wife say about this?" Asked Dexter. "She is not going to like this at all. She will try to take you for all you're worth." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 11 "She might try that and even if she should win, I don't care. She can have all of it! However, I think that she will be very happy to be rid of me, at last. I will let her have the house in town. I will also give her a small monthly cash payment, which will take care of her until she finds a new husband. If, for some reason she will not accept my generous offer, I will give her a traditional Islamic divorce and give her nothing. I think she will not only accept the offer but she will jump at the chance. Not many Arab women are ever given this opportunity. You and I can live here or I will buy a new house for us in town and use this one for a country get-a-way. What do you say to all this?" "Well like you said the other day, it is better to sleep in the bed of one master than having to have my ass plowed by a new one every night," Dexter said rather sarcastically. "What do you want? Dexter, what do you want?" Screamed Yethro. "I don't know what I want and neither will anyone else really know until I am able to make my own decisions as a free man. I want my freedom!" "I cannot give you that, my love, not because I don't want to, but rather because I am afraid to do it. I fear you will choose freedom above me and I will lose you." Yethro moaned and turned over and in a sleepy voice said "And that I cannot and will not permit..." To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 12 Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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. End of Part 11 "I cannot give you that (your Freedom), my love, not because I don't want to, but rather because I am afraid to do it. I fear you will choose freedom above me and I will lose you." Yethro moaned and turned over and in a sleepy voice said "And that I cannot and will not permit..." Part 12 And so the Judge fell asleep. But, Dexter did not sleep. No, sleep did not come easily to him. He tossed and turned thinking about this latest turn of events in his life. What should I do now? What could I do? Yethro was not an evil man. He was a normal guy looking to live his life in a rotten system. A system that he did not invent, and could not bring himself to change. He was really a nice guy trying to make the best of a bad system. If things were different, I might even like having him for a lover. After all, what was so bad about my predicament? I am living the "Good Life". I have everything I could need or want. All I have to do is ask the judge for anything and he would get it for me. So I'm a "kept man". Wasn't this what Sultan had trained me for? Make the best of it...what else could I do..for now anyway? And so he tossed and turned and finally fell asleep. The Judge was the first to awaken in the morning. He got out of bed and was in the shower when Dexter awoke. Dexter got out of bed and went into the bathroom to urinate. Yethro leaned his head out from the shower curtain and asked, "You want to join me in here?" "Not now. I'll just wash up and prepare our breakfast. Will eggs be okay? What's on the schedule for today?" "I really had no plans for today. Today being our last day here, I was thinking that I would go into town and start the process of divorce. I also wanted to find a house for us in town. However, before I do any of that, I think the two of us should sit down and think about how we are going to work all of this out. I would like your input on this. This should be a joint decision. I know that you don't like being a slave, but I think we can make it as pleasant as possible. One way to do this is that from now on the both of us will try to discuss things that apply to the both of us. This is a new concept to me and I will have to get used to it. What do you think?" "I like the idea of you wanting to hear what I have to say about this and I do hope you will try to give it real thought. For what it is worth, here are my thoughts. Why rush moving into town? I like it up here. Why move down into town with the whole community knowing our business? And to tell you the truth I have never been happier than I have been living up here with you. Up here it feels like we can live our lives without the eyes of everyone looking at us." "While what you say is true, you must remember that I am a public servant and as such, I have to be available to the public. This place is wonderful for a weekend or vacation, but the townspeople want to have me living among them, not hiding out in the hills with my lover. As for their eyes being on us - I'm not afraid of what they will say or do. Once they get to know and see both of us together they will come to accept it. Besides there is nothing they can do about it," the judge said smiling as he stepped out of the shower. "Look, if you are worried about what the people are going to say or do about my living with you in the open- get over it. In our community, it is I, and not they who is the law. We should start today! I have made up my mind and unless you have any real objections, I would like to get an early start. I want you to move in with me today. For now you will share my bedroom in my town house. My wife can go home to her father or I will put her up at a hotel." "Look you asked for my opinion and I gave it to you. Throwing her out like that is wrong. I don't care what your laws say. Not only is it wrong, but also, you are going to create all kinds of problems doing it your way. If you treat her like that, her family will carry a vendetta and some night they will seek revenge. I should not have to tell you about blood feuds. No, that is not a good way to do it! You go into town and do what you have to do. I want you to be as kind to her and her family as you can be. I want them to feel that they still have their honor. I will stay up here until you have finished with your wife. You can have the Police secure the place, if you are worried that I will try to escape," Dexter said. "I was not worried about that. All I would ask is that you give me your word that you will not try anything foolish. Please don't even think of it. While I can protect you from the cops, by the time I was able to get you out of their hands...." "Yes, I know. Mike is still looking for another session with me." "Not even Mike would enter this compound without my say so," Yethro said laughing. "He knows I would have his head stuffed and hung over the fireplace in the living room." "So then there is no reason for you not to leave me up here while you go down to town to take care of your personal business. I promise that I will not try anything foolish as long as the cops stay outside the fence. Now let me make breakfast for you." "Dexter, I'll inform the Police that you are not to be bothered or troubled in any way. And you are to tell me if they bother you and if they do - I will have lots of heads to adorn my fireplace." After they ate, the Judge got dressed and prepared to go to town. He called for his driver and when the car arrived he kissed Dexter and said, "Now you behave yourself. Go for a boat ride or swim. I'll give you a call later and let you how it is going. If I'm lucky this will not take too long. I liked our talking this over. It showed me that by discussing things with you we could come to intelligent decisions. When this is finished, you and I are going to sit down and really discuss about the future." After he left Dexter thought about his new situation and decided that, for now, he would try to make the best of the situation, After all, the Judge was about the best man he had met since he came to this damn town. He decided to cooperate, at least for now. He took out the small outboard and drove it around the lake. About an hour later he came back to the dock and moored the boat. On the way up to the porch he noticed that there was a motorcycle parked at the gate. Standing by the gate was Mike, the Chief of Police. The Chief smiled at Dexter and said, "My, how you have climbed up in this world. Of all the men in this town I just did not think you would wind up in the Judge's harem. But I should have seen it coming." Dexter didn't say a word. He stripped his shirt off and just sat down on one of the deck chairs with his back to the cop and took in the sun. "Don't you turn your back on me," Mike yelled at him as he placed his fingers through the chain link and shook the gate. "I ought to knock down this gate and show you how a real man can fuck you." "I already know that, or did you think I would forget the night you almost raped me?" Dexter said as he got out of the chair and came up to the fence and interlaced his fingers with the cop's fingers. "If you did that again, the judge would cut off your head first and then your cock and balls. Or is it the other way around? And that would be a pity because if I remember right – it was a real nice package." Dexter said as he squeezed the man's fingers. "And I don't think either of us would not like to see you loose them. So why don't you just leave me alone and get out of here before Yethro gets back." "He won't be back for hours. He told me he would be gone all day and that I should take care of you. And that's what I intend to do," he said taking one of Dexter's fingers into his mouth and sucking on it. "Did he leave you a key to the lock? I would climb over the fence but I know the top is electrified." "No, he did not leave me a key and I cannot shut off the power even if I wanted to do it." "But do you want to?" "No!, but what does it matter what I want?" Dexter shot back. "I'm a slave and I belong to the Judge now and he isn't going to like my playing with other men. So you just stay on your side of the fence and I'll stay on mine. That way the two of us will live long lives." With that said, he picked up his shirt and went back into the house, made his way to the kitchen and pulled out a long sharp butcher's knife for protection. After a while he heard the motorcycle take off. Breathing a sigh of relief he replaced the knife in the drawer just as the phone began to ring. "Hello, You have reached the Judge's residence. Who is this?," he asked in a angry voice. "Hi Dex, this is your lover calling. I just wanted you to know how things were going and to find out if you were okay. What's wrong, you sound angry?" "And which lover are you," Dexter asked with a hint of relief in his voice. "I have lost track – can you give me a hint?" The Judge, laughing, said. "YETHRO you damn fool or have you forgotten me already?" "Oh that one! You have been gone for so long that I forgot your voice. So why would you be calling me now?" "I just wanted to check on you and see how you are getting on there. Did something go wrong?" "I had a visitor!" "Now who could that be?" "It was Mike, the cop. He wanted me to unlock the gate so he could check up on me. I told him I didn't have the key and he went away." "I told him to look in on you, but not to try to get in. I will have another talk with him. On that other matter, I talked to my wife and made her an offer. She said the offer was not good enough and I came back with another one. I offered her a little more then the first time and told her I would not bargain with her and that if she takes this offer, I could have the papers drawn up and I would have the legal document of divorce in her hand by late today. I told her she had one week to get out of the house as I was putting it on the market. You were right Dexter, I don't think either of us would be happy living in that place. It has too many bad memories for me. We will have to look for another place. We will start a new life together." "We will talk about it when you come home. Please come soon. I miss you and Mike's visit has me on edge." "I have to take care of a few more details and then I will be home," he said and hung up the phone. He then called in the court clerk and handed him Dexter's bill of sale and told him that he would have some divorce papers for him to serve later. He called the Imam and asked him to come to his office later. "I was rather busy this afternoon, Judge. Can this wait until tomorrow?" "I'm afraid not Excellency. I want to divorce my wife and I am preparing the paperwork now and I'll need your signature before I hand it to her." "I'm so sorry to hear that Yethro. Is there anything I can do to maybe stop this?" "I'm afraid not. The marriage was never right from the beginning. This has been brewing for a long time and this morning she and I came to a financal agreement so there are just the religious declarations that I need you to witness. I would be most grateful if you can accommodate me. Say in about 2 hours?" "I will have to cancel an appointment, but for you I will do it." "Thank you," the judge said. "I will not forget this." Yethro spent the rest of the time preparing the papers. For the husband, divorce was not a complicated process in Muslim tradition. All one really had to do was to say three times in front of witnesses "I divorce you" and the marriage was over. The wife had nothing to say in the matter. However, it was better to offer her financial recompense to smooth the transition to single life. Such women rarely found husbands again and usually wound up living lonely lives. Coming from a family that was at one time wealthy and powerful, his wife would fare far better. The money settlement would tend to cool any bad feelings between the families. Also the fact that Yethro would not be taking another woman into his bed would tend to prove that "another woman" was not the reason for the break-up. That he was, instead, going to be living with a male slave was of no consequence. This was not only socially acceptable, but considered to be normal. After all, a man of Yethro's prominence needs a servant to look after him and take care of his needs. A while later, after the final paperwork was placed on his desk and he had gone over it three times to make sure that it was complete and legal, he put it aside and pushed back his big chair and went to the window to look out into the street. He spotted the Imam coming out of the Mosque and heading to his office. Ahhh right on time he thought as he turned back to his desk and gathered up the papers and went into the outer office to await the visitor. "You had better get ready. The Imam is on his way. You will accompany us and present the divorce papers to my wife," Yethro said to his clerk as he handed him the papers to put into his briefcase. When The Imam arrived the judge called his home and informed his wife that he was coming over and she should be prepared for them. Then the three of them left the courthouse and got into the car and drove to the judge's town house. When they arrived, the wife's lawyer and her father greeted them. The father tried to get Yethro to change his mind, but saw at once that this was not possible. The papers were presented to them and they went over the settlement. The father and lawyer signed and then Yethro signed. The Imam and clerk witnessed and Yethro stated three times that he divorced his wife. It was all over in about ten minutes. Back in his office, he called Dexter. "It's all over. I'm a free man. I'm going to have the real estate company look for a small house for us in town. When he finds something, we will both look at it and see if it fits our needs and tastes. Until then we will live at the lake, unless you want to rent an apartment in town." "No, I think living up here at the lake will be best for now," Dexter said. "Hurry home. We have a lot to talk about." "I will. I just wanted you to know that I feel like a new man. I will see you soon, lover. We are free at last," he shouted as he put down the phone. Yeah, you're free but I'm not, thought Dexter as he returned the phone to its cradle. I guess I should start to get supper ready. A half hour later Dexter had all the makings of a steak dinner ready and was waiting for the judge to arrive home before setting the meat into the broiler. He then went into the bedroom and stripped out of his clothes and put on the sleeping toga that he had brought with him. No sooner had he tied the belt when he heard the gate open and saw the judge get out of the car and start unpacking some luggage from the trunk and haul it onto the porch. "Do you want me to help you unpack all that stuff?" asked the chauffer. "No, I have not decided where I am going to store all this junk yet." Yethro laughed. "I may just leave it out here until I find the space. That's all for now you can go home now and pick me up in the morning at the usual time." He opened the door and walked over to greet Dexter. "You know I never thought about the additional space I would need to move into this place." He looked at Dexter and then said, "What the hell. We can always worry about that later." As he spotted Dexter in the toga, he pulled him close and kissed him and then pulled back, "My! But you smell good," the judge said. "Is that dinner I smell?" "I guess it is. I didn't even put on any aftershave," Dexter laughed as the judge grabbed him and kissed him again, then lifted him up into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. "I hope you have nothing on the fire yet. I wouldn't want anything burned. But the only thing I want to eat right now, is you," growled the judge as he tossed the younger guy into his bed and then started to rip off his own clothes and jump right into bed with Dexter. "Come here my little delicious meal. I am about to eat you up." And eat him up he did as he opened the toga and reached for Dexter's cock and swallowed it in one gulp and started sucking. Dexter lay on the bed withering and moaning as the judge sucked and sucked. "Yethro.... I'm going to...come if you keep this up! I can't hold off much longer.." Releasing the cock for a second, "Get used to it babe. I want your juice. I have been thinking about it all day and now I'm going to milk you dry." And milk he did. Over and over he ran his lips tight against the shaft from the bottom to the top. Sucking like a calf at his mother's teat. Sucking so hard that Dexter thought the judge would pull his balls inside out. At first he thought the bed shook and quaked from the up and down movements of the judge's head. Then he felt that the cabin was rocking. His balls became aflame, his cock twitching and then his brain exploding in a mass of colors, bright reds, flaming yellows, oranges, brilliant purples, whites, greens, and lavender streamers, all blended together, twisted and turned, rose and dropped. Never had the male prostitute cum like that. Finally he just passed out and lay there with his eyes open but trying to block out the fireworks and unable to speak. "Hello, hello there! Dexter are you all right?" he heard Yethro screaming as he lovingly slapped his face. "Did I hurt you, are you okay?" "Yes, I think so. I never .... I never had a reaction like that. Not even Sultan could suck like that." "Well I did have a good teacher, lover!" Yethro smiled as he kissed Dexter's face and lips. "I have been waiting all day to do that and now I have you to thank for making this the best day of my life. Now let's have supper and then we can talk over the future." To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 13 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual disclaimers apply. 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 The end of Part 12 "Well I did have a good teacher, lover!" Yethro smiled as he kissed Dexter's face and lips. "I have been waiting all day to do that and now I have you to thank for making this the best day of my life. Now let's have supper and then we can talk over the future." Part 13 When they sat down to eat, the Judge became extremely talkative and told Dexter all about his day and how the divorce proceedings went. Dinner was followed by more talk and glasses of wine. Dexter watched as the Judge became more and more animated as he continued to tell Dexter about some of the things he was planning for the future. Not only did he talk, but he also prodded the young man to join him in the conversation. He actually asked him for his ideas as well as his opinions. They talked about what they wanted to see in the new house they were going to buy. "You know Dexter, this is the first time that I have been able to come home and talk about my day. I never wanted to do that before. Forgive me if I'm a bit over enthusiastic but this is all so new to me. I hope you don't think that these are just the ravings of a mad man. I hope not because it's nice to be able to sit and really talk with someone who understands what you are trying to tell them about - to talk to someone who not only knows what I am trying to say, but also wants to share in what I'm doing... I really like this and I hope you do, too." "Yes, it is rather nice, but you know what I would really like?" asked Dexter. "Your freedom!" joked Yethro. "Well yes, but I know you are not going to give me that. I was thinking, with you're being at work all day, I'm going to be sitting at home doing nothing... I think I should have something to occupy my time. Something productive. Perhaps I could get a job? Then we can share Our Day." "I hope that you are not asking me to turn our new home into a house of prostitution! I thought that not 'renting' you out, would please you," Yethro said. "What kind of other work have you been trained for? What other work do you know? I should think that running a big house for us should be enough to fill the hours when I'm at the office?" "Come on now, Judge! Were you really expecting me to clean house, do your laundry, the shopping, cook your meals and then fall into your bed and have the energy to be your bed partner? It's one thing to do that here at the cabin where it's just the two of us. But you know that when we move into town it will be like living in another world. Your social standing, your political and professional life will not permit the ease of life we have here. With all the parties and business meetings that we will both be required to give, we will need help and plenty of it. After all, I was not trained to be a wife or house servant. I was trained to be a courtesan to a rich, powerful upper-class man, who would be only to happy to provide me with all the comforts of life in exchange for sexual pleasures. You are that rich man and I am happy to accommodate you. I am your slave - don't turn me into a housewife. I don't think you want that and I know I will not be any good at it." "You are one hundred percent right. Yes, I am rich and powerful. If I wanted my slave to be a housewife, I could have kept my wife, but I wanted more. I wanted a companion as well as a lover. Someone who would not only satisfy me in bed but also maintain my public image. I do have a facade to maintain and I was only joking about you doing housework before. I was thinking of hiring a housekeeper for the two of us. After all, I would not like to see you getting old and stooped over with rough hands from doing laundry and scrubbing floors all day," the judge laughed. "Even my ex-wife never had to do that and had two helpers to run our home to say nothing about the driver to drive her around town. I will be able to save a lot of money this way. No, we will have plenty of help come in every day to do that sort of thing. However, I do like that you want to have something to occupy your spare time and if it brings in a little money -- so much the better! Do you have any ideas?" "Not really," said Dexter his brow wrinkling in thought. "But I would like to do something useful, and if it brought in a few dollars to contribute to the household -- I would be glad to do so. If not paying work -- then perhaps some charity work? What do you think? Do you have any ideas?" "As a matter of fact I just might. As you know the county does provide me with a small office staff and a clerk to manager it.. The one I have now, Machmoud, has been studying to become a lawyer and he will be taking his bar exam soon. He is a bright boy and I have no doubt that he will pass it soon. When he does, he will be opening a law office of his own and I will need a new clerk. In the meantime, I think I can get the county to hire you as a part time employee until he leaves. If you like the job, perhaps you could even study the law as well. To be of help to me you will have to learn Arabic. I might even hire a teacher to teach you Arabic." "I do speak some Arabic," Dexter said. "Sultan was teaching me." "Yes, and while Sultan has done an excellent job teaching you the street language, working for me you will have to speak a more formal Arabic. This will also help you with the social part of our lives. In this town, as a slave you could never become a lawyer without a very good Arabic background. However, who can tell what you could become if someday you should decide to accept the way of the one true God. If you were sincere in your conversion, I would have to give you that freedom you keep harping me for. The true conversion of a slave to the one true God is the only way for a slave to gain his freedom." "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I do accept the true God!" Dexter said, but then stopped when he saw the look of revulsion on Yethro's face. This was not the time or place to fight about this, as he did not want to start anything at least not at this time. "You will have to change your way of thinking, my love, in this town and community we live by Shariah Muslim law and anyone who disobeys that law is dealt with and dealt with harshly. As the Judge here, it is my job to see to it that that law is enforced and if you come to work for me, it will be your job also." "How do you get away with it?" "Get away with what?" Yethro questioned. "Living in the seventh century, right here in the United States in the twenty first. You call yourself a lawyer and Judge and you don't even obey American Law." "Simple. We do it the "American Way". We pay off the State politicians and keep them happy by delivering the vote come Election Day. We command our people and they follow our commands. Our people vote almost 100% the way we tell them to or they don't vote at all. The state, in turn, leaves us alone. This is not the only town or community where we have taken over, and we will someday soon take over the State and then the nation." "You're kidding me. This can never happen." "Oh no? It has already been done here in America. You have Amish, Mormon and Jewish communities living by their laws. We are now the third largest religious group in the country. Mark my words; in twenty years we will have enough Muslim voters in the U.S. to elect a President by ourselves! And rest assured we will do it... we have already taken over several towns in the U.S.A. and even in Canada. Dearborn, Mich. is one, Brampton, Ontario is another, and there are others... So far it has been easy. You Americans are fools and so gullible. You accept and think of Muslims as mostly a peaceful people. And that is how we want you to think of us. In reality we are an army that is willing to shed blood in the name of Islam. The so-called peaceful among us support the warriors with their finances and a kind of patriotism to our religion." "What happens when the Christians find out what you are doing?" Dexter asked. "Your Christian population does not even care! They are helping us to accomplish our goals even quicker. While the U.S. and Canada are getting rid of all traces of Christianity from public sites and erasing God from the lives of their children, we Muslims are planning a great jihad on the U.S. and Canada. If you doubt this, I ask you to look at what is happening in England and all over Europe. If that damn Diana had not died in that MI6 operation in Paris, we would have had a Muslim right up there in the Royal family. But, England will fall to us soon anyway and the U.S. will not be far behind," Yethro said as his voice reached almost the shouting stage. "Hell! Europe got ride of six million Jews and now has imported more than twice that number of Muslims. France and Germany are just about in our grasp." Dexter sat there stunned. Could this be true? It was madness to think that this could come about in the United States. Yet when he saw what was happening in France and Europe and even in this American town... Maybe he was the crazy one. In any event he decided to learn all he could and when he did escape this 'Looney Bin' he would have some story to tell. Dexter thought, but who would believe me? "I'm sorry I raised my voice," said Yethro. "You, as an infidel, cannot understand it now, but you will in time. Many of us can remember when we started in this town. There were many here who thought just like you. They now are believers and followers. Very few of them have crossed over to live in your so-called democracy. They stayed here and became part of us. You, too, will soon realize the truth and become a convert. This will come about sooner than you think. I have no doubt about it because you are a smart young man. I am sure of it." "I don't believe that will happen. People will never accept a religious dictatorship." The judge smiled to himself and said, "You will see that what I say is true. I think we will start your education tomorrow. You can start by coming in with me to work. I will introduce you to Machmoud, my clerk, and he can put you to work." "I better get some sleep if I'm going into work with you tomorrow. Will I need to get dressed up or can I come in jeans?" "I'm glad you reminded me about that," Yethro said. "If you are going to live and work for me, I have to get my tailor to fit you out with a whole new dress wardrobe. Your sport clothes and leisure stuff we will pick up in other local stores. You can go into work tomorrow in jeans, but you will have to dress up as soon after that as you can. After all, we can't have the clients thinking of you as a janitor." The judge took him in his arms and kissed him and said, "You just relax and enjoy this new life of yours. You might come to like it." After they broke apart, Dexter smiled and said, "This is all so new and exciting. I really feel like I'm starting a new life. This is the second time I have felt this way, but this time it is a good beginning, I hope." They went to bed and the next morning they both awoke and got dressed. They did not eat at home because the Judge wanted to get an early start and therefore had decided to eat in town. After eating at a local diner, Dexter and Yethro made their way to the courthouse where Yethro introduced Dexter to his clerk, Machmoud. The Judge took the two of them into his office and explained his plan to his clerk. The clerk was delighted to take Dexter under his wing and showed him around the office. Dexter was shown how to file legal papers and worked with the clerk as he set up the daily work schedule. He was shown how to issue court papers. While he was filing some papers, he came across his own Bill of Sale and was shocked to see that the amount that Yethro had paid was so low. Well, $250,000 was a lot to pay. However, Sultan had told him he was worth millions. This hurt Dexter's feelings a bit, but somehow he knew there was more to the deal than just money. The Judge's tailor came in after lunch and together with the clerk, Dexter and the Judge, the four of them sat down and picked out a few sets of clothing and accessories for Dexter. The tailor was thrilled to get such a large order and told the Judge that he would have to hire an assistant to help. "There is no need to rush things. Just get a few suits and the dress shirts together as fast as you can. The rest you can do when you have time," the Judge said. "We are going to have to look for a house with plenty of closet space to store all this stuff." The rest of the afternoon Dexter sat in the Judge's court and observed him in action. The courtroom was the Judge's domain and he ran it with a strong hand. No one got away with anything. Fines were handed out like Christmas presents. Machmoud explained that the money so gained was used to pay for the upkeep of the legal system. Dexter learned that the town had no income tax and very little other direct taxes. Property taxes were set by the state with local assessors making sure to keep the homes of town officials under-valued. The expenses that were not covered by the property taxes were more than made up for by graft and forced protection fees. It was not a nice way to run things, but it was the way most of these people had been living for centuries and, from what he could see, most of them accepted it as a way of life. It was just the cost of doing business and everyone paid the price. He could understand why Sultan would now and then give "Freebees" to some of the big shots in town. After court hours the Judge and Dexter were taken on a tour of the available houses that were for sale. There were two or three that might be made livable with some improvements and alterations. The Judge was looking for something ready to move into right away. Nothing less than a mansion would do. He wanted plenty of room and he wanted it fenced in and he must have an indoor/outdoor pool. If not already there -- it must have space for it. He told the agent to find a Palace for him. "Even the Mayor doesn't have a place like that," said the agent. "That's why I want it. I am going to be running for state office someday and I will need a base of operations fit for at least a governor." Yethro bragged. Later, when they were alone, Dexter questioned him, "Fit for a governor? Why not a president?" "First a governor -- after that - maybe a president! That is, after we change that Constitution. I was not born here and I would not be able to run until it is changed." "And you think you will be able to do that.... just like that!" "Dexter, when we take over there will be no need for that silly piece of paper! Dexter kept his mouth shut and the next few days went by fast. They went to work in the morning and then, after work, they went house hunting. Finally, after looking at about a dozen houses, the Judge found one he thought might do. It was off in a corner of the town. The property had an Iron fence around it. The two-story house was set at the end of a winding road that was deep in the woods. There was central heating and air conditioning, but most of the rooms had working fireplaces that added to the charm of the place. The place was in fair shape but the grounds were rather rundown and needed some work. A good paint job would surely help. The one thing that the Judge loved about it was a large pool right on the back patio. The asking price was way too expensive, but the Judge, in his own way, talked to the owner and convinced him that he should really sell him the house at a lower price. The owner refused at first, but after the agent told him that he should sell now, as there were few buyers who would pay the price he wanted. After considering what the agent had said, he made a counter offer and the Judge accepted it. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity as the Judge had an army of workmen ripping down and building up, painting and cleaning up, planting and sprucing up the place. They really did a good job and within a month the two of them were able to move in. The Judge and Dexter had adjoining bedrooms on the second floor. Although they both needed the extra closet space, they seldom slept apart. This was for appearances sake and, even though they fooled no one, it was good to have a place where each would have his private space. Dexter used the room to do his homework. He needed it because, along with the law work, he was studying Arabic and Arabic culture. The teacher that Yethro hired was very good and he forced Dexter to speak the language. The week they moved in, the Judge hosted a big party. It was open house and everyone who was anyone came. The Judge introduced Dexter as his 'social secretary' and law clerk assistant. Every one knew what was going on but they accepted this all as a new fact of the Judge's life. If that's the way the Judge wanted to put it, why not accept it? It did not hurt anyone and they had to admit that they had never seen his honor looking so well and happy. As people passed through the reception line, Dexter became more and more at ease. That is, until he reached out his hand to welcome the Police Chief, who grabbed his hand and pulled him close so that he could whisper in his ear, "At last, Dexter, there is no fence here between us. When can we get together?" Dexter pulled away from him and turned towards the Judge and said to him, "Your Honor, the Police Chief wants to know if and when you will allow me to entertain him." Both men turned red: the Judge from anger and the Chief from embarrassment. Then, after the Judge regained his composure, he took the chief's hand and pulled him close and whispered in an angry tone, "Do not provoke me, Mike. In two months your reappointment as Chief as well as your departmental budget will come before me for review. As the head of the Justice Department, I have always liked to provide you with all that you needed to function. Ahh, need I say more?" The Chief had no thought of complying with what the Judge had demanded, however, he just nodded and moved on... To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 14 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual disclaimers apply. 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. End of Chapter 13 Then, after the Judge regained his composure, he took the chief's hand and pulled him close and whispered in an angry tone, "Do not provoke me, Mike. In two months your reappointment as Chief as well as your departmental budget will come before me for review. As the head of the Justice Department, I have always liked to provide you with all that you needed to function. Ahh, need I say more?" The Chief had no thought of complying with what the Judge had demanded, however, he just nodded and moved on... Chapter 14 After being introduced to the social life of the town as the Judge's Social Secretary, Dexter noticed a change in both his and the town's attitude. He started to fit into the social structure of the town. At first he was unsure if this new feeling was genuine or if it was just Yethro's influence that had pressured the town's people into accepting him. In any event, Dexter began to feel a part of the community. The town council had approved his being hired as Yethro's second clerk. They even allocated a small salary to cover his expenses. He had started to study Arabic and made the effort to use more and more of it when he would talk to people. This made the old timers even friendlier. He found that they smiled and opened up to him. They enjoyed correcting his grammar and helping him to speak correctly. While the language was not at all easy, he enjoyed not only learning it but also learning about the customs of the people. His work at the courthouse was interesting. It fascinated him to see how they were twisting and adjusting American jurisprudence to fit into Sharia law. Slowly but surely, his past faded from the minds of both the town's people and himself. They no longer looked at him as an outsider or even as a slave. Except for a rare occasional meeting with one of Sultan's patrons, people just forgot about his past and things settled down to what could be called a normal life. He began to relax and enjoy this new life and his arrangement with the Judge just flourished. He did have to admit that it did have its advantages and that there were times during the day when he forgot about his slavery. Now, just six months after they had moved into the new house, Dexter decided it was time for an official rapprochement of sorts. After all, it was not the town's fault that he was still a slave and now he wanted to show his gratitude to them. The idea of some sort of thank you party formed in his mind. Yes, a party, and he would use the fact that it was the half-year anniversary of their new home as the party's theme. One night, as they were getting ready for bed, he broached the subject to Yethro. At first the Judge was a bit apprehensive. "Why do you want to do this?" asked Yethro. "Are you not satisfied with just the two of us living here together? Are you now longing for younger companionship? Are you getting tired of me this soon? Perhaps I am not enough company for you?" "Younger companionship, no it is not that at all. How can you even think that! I'm more than satisfied with you. But I am beginning to feel at home here. Not only that, but you and I have begun to fit into this town. They have accepted our living together and our life style. In the beginning I thought that they would hate me for stealing you away from your wife. After all, she was one of them and a daughter of one of the founding fathers. Me, I was the outsider, an infidel prostitute, who had torn you from her arms, so to speak. The had every reason in the world to hate me. However, it did not work out like that. I don't feel that way anymore, I think they like us and have begun to understand that it was not like that at all. But in spite of all this evidence, they refused to treat me like the home wrecker that I really was. I just want to say thank you to some of them. They no longer make me feel that I'm anything like a prostitute who corrupted their native son and brought him down into the gutter. They know that while I'm still your slave, I had nothing to do with the trouble in your marriage. Now they treat me as if I belong here and I think I am not only getting used to living with you, but that I like them as well as you." The Judge was ecstatic. "See, I told you so! Do you remember the conversation we had at the cabin before we moved here when I told you that you would sooner or later become a part of us?" "Yes I remember it well and if you remember, at the time I told you that as a slave I could not become your willing lover nor anything more than a passive courtesan. Only a free man could bind himself to another person or community." "Yes, I remember. At the time I might not have understood, but since then I am beginning to understand and appreciate your position," the Judge said, "However, this understanding still does not make me sympathetic to your situation and therefore we are in a quagmire! I can either keep you as a slave or risk losing you by setting you free. I am just afraid to set you free and find out that you are no longer in my life." "I'm afraid that's really our only solution. Before I can give myself to you or anyone completely, I must be free to do so," Dexter said but then, seeing the look of disappointment in the Judge's eyes, he added, "Judge, I don't know. Maybe this party is my way of telling both you and the community that I am getting used to the situation and trying my damnedest to make the best of it. Yethro please, this party, is a way of saying to you that while I'm stuck in this situation, I'm also happy to have you as my 'Master'. I want you and our friends to know that in spite of my social position, I like you and them and this party is my way of saying thanks to you and your friends." "Well, it may not be all I want, but it is a start. And it is a start in the right direction. I really did not expect you to soften up so much, so fast. I now predict that someday soon you will come to your senses and accept the one, true God and his prophet...", Yethro said and left the rest hanging in the air. "Yes! We will have your party and who knows, I might even have a present or two for you." "Thank you, Yethro. But no presents. You have made me very happy and that is enough. What do you think about making it a swimming party? In a few weeks the solarium will be finish and since it will enclose and cover the pool we can have the party there. That way we can show it off and even go swimming if the weather is a bit cool." Dexter said. "Good idea, I was thinking of having the builders rush to finish it and I also want to have the gardeners finish the plantings and landscaping. I would like to make it look like our place at the lake. Everything was going to be ready by late June but I think I can get them to hurry it up. As soon as they complete the job you can set the date," the Judge said smiling and then added, "you know, Dex, the reason I wanted an indoor pool here in town was because I do miss our time at the lake. I loved the time we had at the lake and I wanted the pool to remind us of last summer every time we go in for a swim. I still remember the times both of us spent on the swimmers' raft making love last summer. I can't wait to do it with you on an air mattress in the middle of the pool!" "You dirty old man!" Dexter said as he enfolded him in his arms and kissed him deeply. Breaking away he said, "I hope you mean that we will do it when we are alone and not at the party." "Old! I thought you said I was a young stud. Has living with me for six months changed all that?," the Judge asked as he moved away from the embrace. "Perhaps I am getting older and you will soon need to find a young cock to keep you happy." "No! No! Don't you see my love, you are like an old bottle of wine and the older it gets – the better it is." The Judge grabbed Dexter into his embrace again, pressed his body against him and whispered into his ear as he ground his hardened cock against his lover's body, "there does that feel old and feeble to you?" Dexter reached down and pulled the zipper of the Judge's trousers down. He reached in and grabbed his hard cock and encircled the hot meat with his fingers. "No my love it is neither old nor feeble." Dexter said smiling as he started to kneel down before him and cupped his balls with the palm of his hand while placing the shaft into his wet, hot mouth. After a few quick licks to moisten the monster, he ran his tongue carefully along the underside of the erect organ. Dexter, by this time was well aware of most if not all the areas that gave the Judge the most pleasure. Using this knowledge he made sure his tongue hit every one of them. He knew that the main area was the corona and he nibbled and licked around it until Yethro was about to blow his load. The cock head had begun to swell and leak precum but Dexter did not wish to have him climax this soon. He released the lip pressure on the man's cock and instead of sucking up and down the shaft he began a sort of circular motion with his head that slid the penis into every corner of his hot wet mouth. Yethro screamed as he came and Dexter continued to work on the shaft. "Stop! Stop it already. You are driving me crazy" Yethro screamed as he tried to pull away from those ravenous lips. Dexter withdrew his mouth but then started to lick and lap at the Judges balls. The Judge collapsed onto the bed as Dexter quickly stripped the clothes off the Judge's body as well as his own. Then without any more preliminaries he mounted the Judges ass and like a mad man he pounded him into oblivion. They both fell asleep. Dexter's cock still in the Judges backside, both nude on top of the covers...... Dead to the world.... The next few weeks were busy ones as Dexter planned the party and the carpenters, painters and landscapers finished up the solarium. The room was magnificent. It looked like a desert island. There were hidden changing rooms, showers and the pool area had been redone to look like a lagoon with a small waterfall at one end. Big birdcages held tropical birds. A large patio surrounded the pool with lounge chairs and piped in music. Bushes and lush tropical plantings were planted both inside and around the outside glass walls, cleverly blocking the pool from outside eyes. Yethro told Dexter he had this done so the two of them could swim nude whenever they felt like it. And they did make use of it almost every evening when they came home from work. They would soak in the hot tub, shower and then swim in the pool. Many an evening they would eat out there and fall asleep after making love in one of the lounge chairs. The Judge even allowed Dexter to keep a refrigerator with a few bottles of wine and some snacks handy for the times they would relax and listen to good music. All in all, it was an idyllic life for the ex-prostitute and the Judge. Even the townspeople thought that the Judge was becoming more humane and friendly. His rulings in court were more evenhanded. And he was being talked about as a possible candidate for higher office. This was all speculation and Yethro did his best to not encourage the talk... but then, it was with a smile that he tried to cool the talk down. One night as the two of them sat together in the hot tub, Yethro said to Dexter, "The funny thing about all this is that we Arabs are not supposed to like people who are "known" homosexuals. Although we have always had it in our culture, it was sort of hidden. However, it was always known that our ruling and cultured people kept men and especially young boys for sex. This goes back into our history and folk lore." "Well maybe people are tired of the pretenses and want a man who is unafraid to live his life as he wants to. Maybe some of American culture is beginning to rub off on your people." "Dexter! Don't ever let me hear you saying that to our people. You and I can discuss these things, but only between ourselves," the Judge said relaxing in the hot bubbling water. "So tell me, who are you going to invite to this party." Dexter listed about eight people he wanted to invite and then asked if the Judge had any other names he would like to have sent invitations. "Yes, I would like to invite some of the lawyers in town and then there is the Mayor, Mike the Police Chief and the aldermen." "Must we invite the Police Chief? You know I don't like him." "I'm afraid so, my dear, he is very influential and while I share your dislike for him, he can be very useful to me. Has he bothered you since our last party?" "No, the times that we have met since then have been professional and he has not made any advances on me since you threatened him. If you think it is O.K., I will invite him. Do you have anyone else you want?" "I will think about it and give you a list," the Judge said and then added with a twisted smile on his face, "how about Sultan and some of your friends from his establishment?" Grabbing the Judge's head and pushing it under the water, he held it there as the Judge struggled. He finally released him and then told him, "There, that will teach you! This party is to thank our friends for welcoming me into the town not to remind them of my past." Dexter sent out the invitations and all of the guests sent back replies except the Police Chief. This upset Dexter and while he was wondering if he should call him or not, who should appear at his desk but Mike. "Yes Chief, what can I do for you? Dexter asked. "I came to talk to you about this invitation. I just wanted you to know the reason why I'm not coming." "And why is that?" "Well, it's going to be a swimming party and seeing you in nothing but that bikini you wear will drive me crazy. I just could not control myself and the Judge would.... Or is that the reason you invited me?" "I didn't want to invite you but his honor insisted. I don't care one way or the other, but Yethro insisted and I think you would be smart if you showed up." Just then the Judge opened the door to his office and saw the two of them talking. "The Chief was just telling me that he feels uneasy about attending our party. Seems as if he is a bit shy about appearing in his bathing suit." Dexter smiled. "Come now, Chief, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed about. From what I hear about you, one half the town's women and many of the men have already seen what you got in your pants. Besides it always pays to advertise. If you are not there people will think that we are feuding and we don't want them to think that. We can't have them thinking that the law and law enforcement are not compatible, can we?" "The people will think what they want to think. Well, Judge I will reconsider, but I really don't think I will be there." With that, the Chief turned around and left the courthouse and after he left the Judge turned to Dexter and said, "I think I'm going to have a problem with him. He is getting too big for those riding boots of his and someday soon I will have to cut him down to size." The day of the party came and it was a big success. The Judge's friends loved what he had done to the house. The pool was now the center of attention and talk. Little tables were set around the pool and refreshments were served. Dexter made a little speech – thanking them for their friendship and telling them that both he and the Judge valued their friendship very much. After this Yethro took the floor and said, "I have an announcement to make," and after every one had settled down he continued. "You all know that Dexter is my slave. You have not treated him as such and I want you to know that both he and I really appreciate it. However, as of right now, I am giving him his freedom. I had the legal documents drawn up and posted this morning. They take effect in the morning. He will be free to stay here or leave our community. I hope he decides to stay and that you continue to welcome him, as I'm sure you will. However, it is his choice as a free man." Dexter was flabbergasted. He did not know what to say. The Judge just made him a free man and he was tongue-tied. The guests came up to him and shook his hand and wished him well and said that they hoped he would stay in town. The rest of the evening just passed by the eyes of Dexter as a dream. After everyone had left the Judge and Dexter went up to their room. They were both exhausted. Yethro told him how much he had enjoyed the party and that he hoped he liked his present. Dexter sat down on the bed stunned. Unable to speak (more like afraid to open his mouth) he just sat there waiting. "Dexter?" the Judge shook him, "are you alright? Can you hear me? I thought that is what you wanted! You are free to stay here with me or leave. I would love you to stay, but I understand if you want to leave and I have your papers here, a hundred dollars cash and I have set up a bank account for you to live on until you get settled. There is enough to last you for a long time, but if you need more I hope you will contact me. You can leave here tomorrow. It is my hope that you don't because I want you to stay with me of you own free will. However, you are free to do whatever you want. No one will stop you. If anyone tries to stop you, just show him your papers. Dexter, my dear, you were right all along. Only as a free man can you give yourself to me. I no longer want you as my slave. I want you to be my lover and my life partner. I am going into the spare bedroom to sleep. I do not wish to cloud your mind by being here with you. When I wake in the morning, I hope you will be here. If not - I will understand." To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 15 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual disclaimers apply. 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 14 "Dexter, my dear, you were right all along. Only as a free man can you give yourself to me. I no longer want you as my slave. I want you to be my lover and my life partner. I am going into the spare bedroom to sleep. I do not wish to cloud your mind by being here with you. When I wake in the morning, I hope you will be here. If not - I will understand." Chapter 15 The early morning sun streamed in the window falling on Yethro's face awakening him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he swung his feet off the bed and ran barefooted into the big bedroom. His heart sank as he spied an open closet and a few of the dresser drawers whose contents were thrown on the bed. It was so unlike Dexter to leave things in such a mess. Some, but not all, of Dexter's clothing was missing. Then he spotted a note placed on one of the pillows. Fearing the worst, he reached out and with shaking fingers, picked it up and started to read. "Dear Yethro, As I write this, my mind is so clogged and befuddled that I cannot think clearly. To paraphrase Shakespeare: Should I stay - should I run, that is the question? I was awake all night trying to decide what I should do. Early this morning I came to realize that I have to get out of here and leave town in order to clear my mind. I need time by myself. At first it may appear that I am running away from you. However, this is not the case. You see, these past few months have been imprinted on my mind and I have developed deep feelings - not only for you, but also for the people in this town as well as our life together. The last few months have been the happiest I have had since I came here. And in truth I have come to love you. If I did not have these wonderful memories of our life together and the deep feelings that I have for you, this would be very easy. But I do care and might even have been happy to spend the rest of my life being your slave with no hope of personal freedom. But you have set me free and the decision is now mine to make. Therefore, I know that this decision, once made, will be a lifetime commitment and I hope you will understand if I take some time alone to think about it. At first, I was thinking about running up to the lake, but that would not have given me the type of solitude I need. Besides, you might follow me there and that would just muddle me up again. No, I need a complete separation for a while. In any event, I'm sure that I will be able to let you know one way or the other within a week or so. Thank you for all you did for me and I will remember your kindness and...your love. Always, Dex....." Well, thought the Judge, at least he did not say goodbye. He did say he had deep feelings for me. Perhaps there is a chance that he will return. Damn it, I should never have given him his freedom, but I had to take the chance. If we are to have any sort of life together I must be able to trust him. I want him to be my life's partner. If it is to be a full and trusting partnership, he will have to convert to Islam of his own free will and accept it as our way of life. I know this will take time and I will have to give him that time. In any event, it is too late now to do anything about it. Damn it, I know what I did was right, but it still hurts. Now, I will just have to wait and see what happens. What had happened was that Dexter packed a few things and took a taxi to the border and, after taking the ferry, was at last on "Free Land". There, he took a bus to the nearest big city where he checked into a motel and got his first night's sleep as a free man in well over a year. The next morning, he took a taxi to a downtown office building where he rode the elevator up a few floors, got off and then walked down the stairway two floors. After feeling assured that he was not being followed, he entered the office of the regional Director of the Federal Homeland Security Agency. "Can I help you, Sir?" asked the slim, dark haired receptionist. "I hope you can. I would like to see the Director, please," Dexter said. "I'm sorry, but he is in a conference and very busy right now," the receptionist replied in a manner that irritated Dexter. "Besides the Director does not meet anyone without an appointment. Will someone else be able to help you, perhaps his assistant?" "Oh! I think he will see me. Just tell him his top Agent, Jessie Benson, is out here waiting to see him." Dexter snapped at her. The receptionist reluctantly buzzed the intercom and a very angry voice demanded what she wanted. "I'm sorry to disturb your meeting but there is a man claming to be an Agent called Jessie Benson out here and he says he must speak with you." "Jess? What the hell is he doing here? Yes, yes - send him in. Wait! No! No. Hold on, give me a minute to clear the place, then I'll come out and get him." said the flustered Director. "Sir, please sit down and the Director will be with you shortly." "Thank you," Dexter said, noting the change in her attitude as he took a seat and smiled at her. No sooner had he settled into the leather chair than the conference room door burst open and the Director came charging out, spied Dexter and pulled him into his office a short way down the hallway. As they passed the receptionist he shouted, "We are not to be disturbed unless it is the President of the United States." At that point he slammed his office door shut and directed Dexter to a seat across from him at a low coffee table. "Jessie, damn it, I thought we had lost you! What the hell happened to you? We all thought you were dead. I want a full report. We all thought you might have been captured and shipped out of the country to be interrogated in the basement of some Iranian or Arab torture chamber. It has been over a year and a half! We had given you up. Wait! Not one word until I set up the recorder. I have to get this on tape." Dexter smiled and tried to explain, "Director Green, there was no way I could have notified you as to what had happened. As you will see, things just happened and there was little I could do about it. First of all my name is now Dexter. No last name, just Dexter because I thought it better to play the amnesia card. A man without a memory is more able to get away with errors, fake it and as things transpired, it just happened to work out that way." "The last time we met, you told me you had no plan and that you wanted to keep it loose. Then you just dropped out of sight. It was as if you had dropped off the edge of the world." "To tell the truth, I think I did," Dexter laughed. "You have no idea what is going on in there. I was there for almost a year and a half and I still have no idea what is going on. I know something is, but what, I have no clue. The whole thing is surreal. I feel like I was H.G. Wells and have returned from one of his time machine adventures in the 8th or 9th century. These people have created a closed town and really convinced the residents that this is a Utopia of some kind. Somehow they have almost everyone believing that this is the wave of the future and most of the people like it..." "I find that hard to believe. You mean that there is no opposition to what they are doing?" asked the Director as he poured two cups of coffee and offered Dexter one. Taking the cup and taking a sip, Dexter continued, "There must be a few malcontents, but none that I could see or who would talk to me. Most of the people are either Islamic or converts and you know how new converts to any religion are. There are a few people who are not of the Islamic faith but they are either in the pay of the system or just too afraid to say anything." "Yes. That is what our information tells us. It's hard to believe that in this day and age, here in America, something like that could happen. Well, start from the beginning and tell me everything," the Director said. "Everything?" Dexter almost choked on the coffee. "Do you mind if I leave off some of the sordid details. You know, as they say - to protect the guilty." "Tell it any way you want, but make sure it is full and accurate. We are both 'men of the world' here. If I have questions, I'll ask them. I'm an adult and there is not much that I don't know about that goes on out in the field." "O.K. then. As you know, it was my job to infiltrate the town and gain evidence of terrorist activities. I entered the town as a tourist looking to buy some mid-eastern art objects. I figured that as a person interested in Arab culture it would be a good cover if my knowledge of the language and customs were to somehow come out. However, I did not have the opportunity to make use of my linguistic ability since all of the residents spoke English and my blond hair and blue eyes gave me away as American. I located a store that I thought had some interesting articles for sale. It turned out that the owner of the store was more interested in me than in selling me anything. I did not see it coming when this merchant took a fancy to me. I had purchased a coffee pot and he offered to show me how to use it. He took me into his workshop and showed me how to make the coffee. The S.O.B. must have slipped some drug into my coffee. The drug prevented me from struggling and then he must have stripped and raped me. After doing this, he had to get rid of me and he decided that the best way to do it was to sell me into slavery to the best and most expensive male brothel in town. It was there that I woke up to find that not only was I black and blue but that I was legally enslaved. And there was nothing I could do about it. It was at this point that I pulled the amnesia bit. The owner of the brothel called a doctor and both of them nursed me back to health. The owner, having invested a lot of money in me, decided to train me as a courtesan so that he could regain his investment. In order to survive, and still faking amnesia, I decided to cooperate. While there I became, shall we say, the hottest property in town. My blond hair and blue eyes being unusual helped spread the word and I was rented out to some of the town's leading people. I was making a fortune for my new owner. It was at this point that the merchant, who had sold me, became jealous and decided he wanted me back. He sued the brothel owner to recover me. And this is where the Judge comes in. There was even a trial and the merchant lost the case and I was again awarded to the owner of the brothel. However, the Judge, a horny Bedouin, took a liking to me. A few weeks later he called my master and convinced him to lend me to him for a week. I played along because I was glad to get out of the brothel and I thought that the Judge and his friends had be a better place to gather information then the brothel. Before the week was out, the old man fell for 'my charms' and he offered my master 250,000 dollars cash for me. Now this was a paltry sum to pay but the Judge, being very rich as well as politically powerful, was able to convince my master it would be best to sell me to him for such a low price. I understand that there was a lot more involved in the sale then just money, but to make a long story short, my master agreed. I was sold to the Judge who later divorced his wife. The Judge and I set up house together and lived together for about six months. Two nights ago, he set me free in the hopes that I, as a free man, would stay with him as his lover of my own free will. I left him a note saying that I needed to clear my head before I made any future commitments and then came here to report to you." The Director leaned back in his chair and lit a big cigar. "And I thought I had heard everything there was to hear. Drugs, sex, kidnapping, enslavement, it has everything. That, my friend, is quite a story! A Federal Agent turned into a male prostitute! Someday you have to publish it. You will have to fill in a few of the details, but I'm sure it would be a best seller and probably make you millions." Taking a big drag on the cigar and looking at the ceiling, he asked, "So, Jessie, now what? What do you want to do? Do you think there is anything to be gained by going back in? Is this Judge connected in any way to some plot or conspiracy to take over the government? Are you even willing to go back? I don't want to place you in a dangerous situation and later find out that we are just paying you to be the Judge's pleasure boy. Is your going back in there going to uncover anything?" "Well, I know that there are a lot of things going on there that are against American law. There is prostitution, graft, slavery, human trafficking, kidnapping and people disappearing, to name a few. Some of this you can find in any town. Also he has told me that he and his friends are looking to take over the country. However, he has not indicated doing this by any illegal means yet. What do you think I should do? Is there anything else to be gained by my going back into that loony bin?" "Well, aside from all the illegal and immoral activities, has he said anything about suicide bombing or directing anything like that?" Dexter thought for a while, then said; "He has expressed certain admiration for those using terror tactics. At least he has said that he admires and respects the concept of suicide bombing. He considers them to be martyrs and even may have given money to their support. He is a Muslim at heart and I would not put anything past him." "Do you think he will, if he is ordered to, participate in such activities?" "He is passionate enough in his feelings to at least consider it. I think the whole town deserves watching. He may be a bit craftier than to get directly involved. I know he pictures himself as having a special roll in all this. He is more the 'big leader' type since nothing can get done in that town without him having a link to it. How else would he be able to justify his position and even push aside all local opposition to himself and his homosexual life style? While there is nothing in Islam to outlaw it with non-Muslims, most of these people are religious and might have objections to his living with me - yet he is able to override the town Mayor, Police Chief, its leading citizens and even the Imam and get them to do his bidding. I'll bet he even appointed the Imam to his job. So great is this power of his, that he was able to get the Imam to notarize his divorce in a matter of minutes. I know this man has some plan for me, but I cannot figure it out yet. Perhaps once he is convinced of my willingness to submit to him, he might let me in on it." "Are you willing to continue to be his homosexual lover?" asked the director. "I cannot ask you to continue if you feel you are endangering yourself. Is there any chance that you could learn anything that would help us? I think we both feel there is something going on there, but what could that be?" "I have no idea what, if anything, this man is planning but if there is something - I think he has a role in it for me. I am the only one with American citizenship that is close to him and he told me that he is thinking of running for Governor and perhaps even higher office. He has indicated to me that his hope was to do away with the Constitution and replace it with Shariah Law. Can you believe that? I told him it would never happen here in the United States. He insists that it will and that it is well under way in some states. It is only a matter of time before the replacement of Constitutional law with Shariah law takes place," Dexter said, "I think he is a nut case and told him so, but he insists and says it must and will happen." "Not as nutty as you might think", the Director said getting up and walking over to a file cabinet and pulling out a file. Handing it to Dexter, he continued, "I want you to read this assessment of the situation. It comes from an article that was published on the Internet and Jess, from what you just told me, it now appears that it isn't too far off the mark." Dexter picked up the report and started to read it. (http://shariahinamericancourts.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Sharia_Law_And_American_State_Courts_1.4_06212011.pdf). It scared the hell out of him. "Is this for real?" he asked. "Yes it is. We don't know if any of the cases will be upheld, but it is enough to make us want to keep an eye on it," the Director said. "So you see, if we had someone on the inside, someone we trusted, who was close to this Judge, it could help us. This Judge might be the very means of their taking over the legal system. While this friend of yours might not be a terrorist, he may be even more dangerous." "How come?" "A terrorist seeks to kill lots of people. In the act he dies and he is no longer dangerous. Your Judge is planning to take down the entire country and install himself as some kind of leader, if not the President, maybe Chief Justice or Attorney General. Who knows, once they get the power nothing is impossible. So to answer your question, as much as I hate to order you to go back in...", he left the rest hanging in mid-air. "Even if what you say is true, I don't see how I can do it alone. How will I be able to keep in touch? These people are not fools and Yethro is the smartest of the lot. Even if I am to remain free, I will not be able to move as freely as I want. If he were to suspect anything, he would just enslave me again or he could have me killed altogether. I do not doubt that he has that power or that he will not use it, if need be. I remember the brothel owner making threats to have me killed if I did not do his bidding. He was damn serious about it." "You know that you are not the only agent we have in that town. We have a few agents in there already. What really gets my goat is the fact that not one of them reported that the Judge had taken a male lover. They really should have mentioned something in their reports," the Director said as he went to his computer and looked over some files. "No, not one word. This is strange. Wait! I must have missed this. One of them, who is perhaps our best agent and usually reliable, did report that the Judge had a new young friend that he had found in the local brothel. There is no mention that his young friend was a man. It must have slipped past me or I just assumed that it was a female at the time." "I think that would have been of great interest to you," Jessie said. "Maybe the agent has become used to seeing this type of activity. It does go on in that town and no one that I came across really objected to it or made any effort to stop it." "He is really embedded, but I am going to have to call him in and question him. We can't have agents who miss things like that. I think it's time I recalled him and found out what is going on there. Perhaps shaking him up a bit will wake him up. Being buried so far undercover for long periods does tend to cause one to slip now and then. After I have talked to him and I get this dereliction explained, you could use him as your contact. I wish I could tell you who it is but I cannot. Not until I'm sure he is dependable and that you are going to go back in there. I'll recall him and get this situation cleared up and then, when I'm sure this will work, we can set up some sort of signal for you to let him know you have information to relay to us. The one thing that worries and confuses me is that our agents never reported the fact that the Judge is sexually 'off center'. How could they have missed that bit of gossip and not reported it to us? They should have been more observant. By not reporting this fact to us they have been derelict in their duty." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 16 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. 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 15 "No, she is single as far as I know. She has dated a few of the men here, but nothing serious. She is a smart woman with top security clearance. According to what I hear from some of the guys, she is a lot of fun. Why not ask her yourself?" Chapter 16 "Yes, I think I will just do that. I could use a little break from work. Would you mind asking her to arrange for those papers I need and also a cell phone and some cash." "I'll do that right now," the director said as he picked up the intercom and asked his secretary to come into the office. When she came in, he introduced her to Jessie and said, "Phyllis, I would like to introduce you to Jessie Benson. He is going to need the few documents I have listed here. An I.D., a driver's license, a car rental and insurance, a cell phone, a credit card and some cash in order to get him through the next few days. After that he is to return them, as he will be going back under cover. Here is the information you will need. I think this list will cover everything, but in case I have left out anything, you are to give him whatever he needs. This is all hush-hush and top secret. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," she said. Then, after looking at the list, she turned to Jessie, smiled and said, "I'll get to work on these right away. It may take a while to arrange all this. When you are finished here, please stop by my desk and I will have some papers for you to sign." "I'll look forward to it," Jessie smiled right back at her. She turned around and walked through the doorway with a sway of her hips. Jessie just ran his tongue over his lips thinking of that lovely body in bed with him. God he thought-it's nice to know that a female can still get the juices flowing in my cock again after all these months. "Look, here's the plan," the Director said, interrupting Jessie's daydreams. "Today, if I can get him, I'm going to call in that agent I was telling you about. After I have a talk with him and when I'm sure that he is not only reliable, but that he's on the same track as we are, I'll set up a meeting. Only then will we be able to formulate our method of operation. I will make it clear to him that you are to be in charge from this point on. Any questions?" "None, so far!" They talked for a while longer. Then the Director said, "Good, since we are in agreement, get out of here and have some fun. Don't forget to stop by Phyllis' desk on the way out and pick up your papers. I'll call you on the cell and let you know when I have everything set. Have a good rest." Rest was the last thing on his mind as Jessie walked out of the office and saw a strange girl at Phyllis' desk. Seeing the questioning look on his face she said, "Phyllis will be right back. Are you Mr. Benson?" she asked and when he had indicated that he was, she smiled and told him, "You are to have a seat and wait while she is away getting your stuff together. If you want some coffee I will be happy to get you a cup." "No thanks. If I have another cup of coffee before lunch I will float away. I'll just sit and wait." Jessie said as he gave her the once over. "Tell me are all the women working here as pretty as you and Phyllis?" "Well, thank you. It's nice to see that some men still have eyes in their heads. These days with sexual harassment charges, you guys are afraid to say nice things to us. I kind of miss the wolf whistles, but don't waste it on me. I'm already spoken for, married that is." "Your guy is a lucky man!" "I'll be sure to tell him that. Hey, I'm not trying to be a matchmaker, but if you are single - Phyllis is a nice single girl and might be interested in a date with a nice guy like you." "I was thinking the same thing, but I'm sure she would not want to have anything to do with a shy, innocent young guy like me." "Shy? Innocent? I'll just bet you are," she laughed. "With those blue eyes and blond hair, hell, if I didn't know better I would think you were a young Robert Redford." Jessie burst out laughing, "Well, thank you for the compliment. Robert Redford! You do have a good sense of humor, but questionable eyesight. Perhaps you might put in a good word or two for me then?" "Oh no, my friend, that you will have to do for yourself. Like I said I'm not a matchmaker!" "Well, I guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way after all," Jessie said and picked up a magazine and sat down to read and wait for the secretary's return. About three quarters of an hour later she did return with her arms full of papers. "Sorry to keep you waiting. It took longer than I expected. Most of the clerks were at lunch and I had to do some of this myself." She then passed several documents over to Jessie and explained what each one was and had him sign each plus receipts for a credit card for $2000.00, driver's license, car rental forms and insurance. After everything was signed and the keys to the car were turned over to him, Jessie said, "Say did you have lunch yet? I did not eat much for breakfast and maybe you and I could do lunch together. It's the least I can do keeping you from your lunch hour. Besides, I'm a stranger in town and maybe you can show me a good place to eat." "Well, isn't that nice of you? It really isn't necessary - I was just doing my job, Mr. Benson. However, I do need to eat and there is this nice luncheonette a few blocks from here where I usually grab a bite. Nothing fancy but it is clean and they do serve good food there," she smiled at him and then said. "Yes, Mr. Benson, if you will give me a few minutes to wash up, I will be glad to go to lunch with you." "Great, but drop the 'Mr. Benson', it's Jess or Jessie." "I'm Phyllis." "Nice to meet you Phyllis. Should we take the car?" "No need to do that. It's just a block or two away and sitting behind this desk all day, the walk will give me the opportunity to get up and exercise my legs." "From what I can see - your legs are in perfect shape, as well as the rest of you." "Nice of you to notice. And from what I can see, you take care of yourself very well. Judging by the men in this office, I can tell you are not the desk jockey type that we get in here all the time. Do you workout on a regular basis?" she asked. "I think it is important that people do keep up their health and fitness. The agents in this office could use a little gym time." "I do a bit of weights now and then and I do swim almost everyday. A friend of mine owns an indoor pool that he lets me use whenever I want." Instead of taking the elevator they took the stairs down and walked the two blocks to the luncheonette. The place was rather empty as the lunch hour was over. They had no trouble finding a secluded table in the rear and ordered from the menu. "So tell me about yourself, Jessie. You know, you really look much too young to be an agent. Can you now understand why I was adamant about letting you interrupt the director's meeting? I could not believe you when you said you were an agent. You don't look older than twenty, if that old. Most agents are college grads and in their thirties at least. I'm twenty six myself." "I'm older than I look and I'm a special agent. I was selected because the type of work I do requires that I look young and that I have certain language abilities. You see I speak Arabic, a very rare ability for native-born Americans and one sought after by the government." "Yes, I know that. There are very few with that knowledge and the Security Agencies will give their eyeteeth for one. How did you learn?" she asked. "My father was an oil field worker and both he and mom lived in Kuwait for many years. Arabic, for me, was almost my first language. It was almost all I spoke for the first ten years of my life. I can speak with very little accent. If it were not for the blond hair and blue eyes, few if any Arabs would take me for American. As far as my young looks go - good genes I guess." "Well it has to be more than good genes. Your whole attitude is so mature." "Well then we can blame that, too, on my parents. They never treated me as a child. It was their one fault. There was no baby talk, and few childhood friends and I was not permitted a 'normal' childhood. It was not so bad. I grew up feeling that age means nothing. Therefore I feel comfortable having lunch with a beautiful, mature twenty six year old. I hope you and I can overcome whatever silly thoughts you might have," Jessie said as both he and Phyllis began to eat. "After all, I am only going to be in town for a week at most and it would be a waste of time to even think of age." "You're absolutely right! What do I care if people think you are my son or that I'm robbing the cradle," she smiled. "I hope you don't mind." "Like I said, age is not a factor, and besides, let them all stew in their own idiocies. Life is too short to worry about social conventions and such," Jessie said as he moved his knee over and let it rest against her leg. Feeling no withdrawal or movement away he just smiled and looked into her eyes and said, "By the way you know you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. What do you think of having dinner at some place where we can go dancing this evening? And perhaps wake up and have breakfast in bed?" "Jessie, you do work fast, don't you? We just met. I don't know you from a hole in the wall and you already have me in bed." "Well, not yet but to tell the truth, I don't have much time here in town. I would love to have the luxury of having lots of time to romance you. No, better yet, change that word 'romance', to woo you, as the old folks would say. You know, in our business, we do not get much time for relationships to develop..." But then he stopped his nervous chatter as he felt her hand on his leg as she smiled at him. As she moved it up and down his thigh, he placed his hand on hers, squeezed it and continued, "We are both adults here..." "No more talk about age differences. I must admit younger men are a turn-on for me and you are not only younger, but very sexy and you make me horny as well" she whispered and blew him a kiss. "So, how shall we work this? Will you pick me up at my apartment or what?" "Great, that will give me time to really prepare for the evening because if we are going to go out tonight, I will have to get a dress suit and stuff. I only brought some sports clothes with me. Perhaps after lunch I will drop you back at the office, go shopping and then pick you up at your place by eight. Providing of course I don't get lost in this town. Is that all right?" "Yes, but I think I have a better suggestion," she said as her hand moved higher up on his leg. "I don't really want you to go to the expense of having to buy a suit. Besides, they may never be able to alter it for you in time. So, how does this sound? You go back to your motel room, wash and dress in sport clothes then come back to the office at six. I will be finished with work by then and you can pick me up here and take me to my place. That way you won't get lost. Then I will make dinner for you and we can dance to my music collection. I'm a good cook and since I would be cooking for myself anyway, I could just double the recipe. It would be no problem for me and we would have more time to get to know each other." Reaching his hand under the table and gently taking her hand in his he lifted it to his lips and kissed her fingertips, then whispered into her ear saying, "By the time we finish our morning coffee, Phyllis, I'm sure we will know each other very well, indeed. Is there anything I can bring for dessert? How about a bottle of wine also?" "We will be having meat. Dry red wine will be fine -- as for the dessert I'm sure I can provide that!" she said as she returned her hand to his crotch and squeezed. I think you should get me back to the office now. I don't want to be fired." "There's no danger of that I'm sure. I can always remind your boss that he did tell you to give me anything I wanted. And I'm going to want a lot!" They finished lunch and Jessie dropped her at the office and then went to pick up his rental car. He drove around town to get familiar with the place and, while he was at it, he picked up a good bottle of wine, some chocolates, some flowers and, yes, a dozen condoms. Then he went back to the motel and took a shower and rested until it was time to pick up his date. The more he let his mind wander over the coming evening the more he became sort of nervous. It had been over a year since he had been with a woman and he hoped he had not forgotten how to go about such things. All sorts of crazy scenarios played out in his mind. What if he should fall out of bed or if he was not able to get aroused?? Or if he should not be able to....but then wasn't it like bike riding ¬- once learned you never forget? On the other hand, if the worse did happen, he could always play the innocent virgin. But somehow or other, he did not think that would work out well. After all does a virgin show up with a dozen condoms.... / Well, why not? Didn't he always carry one in his wallet when he was dating women? Be prepared, be prepared, he always said, just like the Boy Scouts. The longer he thought about it, the more unsettled he became. At 5:30, a very nervous Jessie Benson, AKA Dexter, was standing by his rented car holding the door open for his first female date in close to two years. As she and a friend came out of the building, he waved to her. Seeing him, she waved back and said good-bye to her girl friend then walked over to the car and entered as Jessie closed the door for her. Jessie got in and asked her for directions and then they were off. The ride to her place was not too long and they were both rather quiet. When they got there Jessie got out, opened the door for her and helped her out. He then opened the trunk and took out his purchases plus his carry shoulder bag filled with extra underwear, a toothbrush and nine of the dozen condoms he had purchased. The rest were hidden in a small tin container in his rear pants pocket. He carried the wine, flowers and candy as he followed her inside and they took the elevator to her floor. A short walk down the corridor found them at her door where she inserted her key in the door lock and then, swinging the door open, she invited him in, saying, "You'll have to forgive the mess. I was not expecting to bring company home tonight." "It's not messy at all. In fact it is very nice. It has that lived-in look." Jessie said handing her the flowers. "All it needs is for you to put these in water and it will look like company was expected. Put this wine on ice and then later, we can have a party with these sweets." "Thank you for the wine, the flowers and candy. Please sit down and make yourself at home. After I put these in water, I will get dinner going. Then I must get out of my 'working clothes' and take a shower. Do you think you can keep yourself occupied while I'm doing that?" she asked as she came back into the dining room from the kitchen carrying the vase of flowers to the table and with her back to Jessie, she started to re-arrange them in the vase. "I think I can, but first I have to do something that I have been wanting to do since this morning when I entered your office," he said as he walked up behind her, placed his arms around her and pulled her back to himself. He bent his head to her neck and brushed his lips right below her ear and then sucked on her ear lobe. She melted into his arms and as she turned around to face him, their lips met and they kissed deeply. "There," Jessie said as their lips parted. "How's that for breaking the ice?" "Not bad at all! And you are right about breaking the ice. I have to confess that I was a bit nervous. Now, be a good boy and let me get started on the dinner. Then I also have to shower for that date I have with a very sexy young man. Please! Go! Sit down and watch the T.V. or something for a while. I promise I will be quick as the roast just has to be heated up slowly - unlike a young man I know." Jessie went and turned on the television and sat in the big overstuffed chair and half listened to some news program as he heard pots and pans being banged around and then he smelled the wonderful odor of meat cooking. It was not long before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. About an hour later she kneeled before him, reached out and he felt the soft touch of fingers brushing the hair away from his eyes. As in a dream he heard her soft sexy voice calling him, "Hey, good looking, dinner is being served." "Oh!" he said as he opened his eyes and yawned. Instead of the T.V. newscast, he now heard the sounds of soft violins playing romantic dance music. His nose told him that she had cooked dinner because there was the wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. Not only that but his eyes, when he rubbed the sleep from them, discovered that she had also showered and changed her clothing. She was now dressed in very expensive silk lounge pajamas. A jump-suit style with a neckline that was cut low to the waist thus exposing most of her wonderful breasts and a deep innie belly button. "Oh boy! Sorry but I must have conked out. You look beautiful in that outfit and you smell like those flowers I brought you. I don't know what came over me I must have fallen asleep." "No problem. It gave me a chance to do what I had to do without tripping over you or having you looking over my shoulders." "That's a shame, cause I would have loved to sneak a peek over your shoulders when you put on that outfit," Jessie smiled as he leaned into her and gave her a light kiss on the lips while his fingers lightly touched the hollow in her throat and moved down to her navel. "Now you stop that," she sighed as she got to her feet, "Perhaps later, if you behave yourself, I just might let you see me removing the outfit. But, right now dinner is ready and I don't want it to dry out. You can get up, open the wine and pour two glasses, while I bring out the main course." "You are the main course," Jessie said as he got up, opened the wine and poured two glasses of wine while Phyllis lit the two candles that were on the table and turned the lights low. She then went into the kitchen and soon returned carrying a tray of roast beef with potatoes, vegetables and gravy. "Dinner is served, my lord," she said and set the tray to the right of Jessie, "Will you please serve?" "Well, it looks much too pretty to disturb, and the smell is wonderful. However, I am starving... so," Jessie carved the roast and served. They ate, drank and after dinner, Jessie helped her to clean the dishes. After finishing the dishes the two of them went into the living room and Phyllis turned up the volume on the hi-fi. Then Jessie took her silk clad body into his arms as they slow danced around the room. They danced for a while then they just stopped and Jessie dropped both his arms around her thin waist and onto her ass. He could tell that she was naked under the jump suit. She placed both hands around his neck and they rocked back and forth, him grinding his manhood into her lower body and she resting her head on his shoulder, her lips nibbling on his ear. He bent down and lifted her body carrying it around the apartment, shutting off the few lights that were still on. Then, with only the flickering candlelight, he kissed her again and carried her into the bedroom. Setting her down on the left side of her queen-sized bed he slowly slipped the silk top from her white shoulders and started to kiss, lick and nibble her pure white skin. The silk floated down to the floor revealing her completely nude body. She was panting and moaning as Jessie then proceeded to move down her statuesque body, his lips kissing and his tongue licking each inch of newly uncovered skin until he was kneeling before this Goddess. He firmly grasped her hips and pulled her forward to keep her from pulling away as his lips touched her navel lightly at first, then he kissed it, and opening his mouth he French kissed the belly button by darting his tongue in and out, causing her to tense up her body. As soon as her body started to relax he moved down a little and started kissing and nibbling on the lips of her pussy. Using his middle finger, he slid it inside her love-hole and probed around causing her to become wet. Placing his lips over her sex and again using his tongue he moved it back and forth, up and down across her clit pressing harder and harder. As her juices began to flow he was able to freely move his finger in and out in time with the movement of his lips and tongue. The addition of more fingers and sucking harder on her clit was beginning to drive her toward orgasm as she started to thrust her pussy faster and faster until she let out a roar and her body became stiff. She appeared to vibrate and gasp for air as she grabbed the back of Jessie's head to keep from falling backward onto the bed. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 17 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. 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 16 Jessie went back to his motel room and after a long hot shower he collapsed on his bed. Thoughts of Phyllis filled his head. She was something else. If he did not have to go back undercover, he just might like to spend a lot of undercover time with her. He was sure he was not in love with her, but he did miss a woman's soft body under him. Then Yethro came into his thoughts...... Chapter 17 It was late afternoon when Jessie was awakened by the ringing of his cell-phone. Looking at the caller I.D., he said, "Benson here, what's up Phyllis?" "You sound like you just woke up," she whispered. "I did. Had a rather busy night last night and I have to get my rest for tonight!" "We might have to cancel, the boss wants to see you A.S.A.P. He's got an agent here and he wants you to meet with him. It sounds real important, Jess, and he told me to tell you to get ready to go back in." "Shit, I was so looking forward to our date tonight!" "Well, in our business, we never know from one day to the other. Duty first! See you soon." "I'm on my way." Jessie dressed, packed his stuff, drove down to the office and parked in the office parking section. He locked the car and took the elevator to the office floor. He opened the door and saw Phyllis sitting at her desk. "Wait one minute while I notify the boss you're here," she said as she pressed the intercom button and said, "Jessie is here, should I send him in now?" "Yes, please do." Jessie threw Phyllis a kiss and opened the door and entered to receive the shock of his life. Sitting across from the Director was Mike, the Police Chief. "I think you two know each other," the Director said. Jessie, A.K.A. Dexter, was stunned, but recovered quickly. "Well, yes, I know him. How are things back home Mike?" Jessie asked extending his hand to Mike. "About the same except we all miss you. The Judge asked me to see if I could find out what happened to you. I told him I would put out a pick up order on you, but he told me to let you go. He says he wants you to come back on your own. The Director has been filling me in on your mission and if I had known who you were, I would have helped you when you asked me to." "If you had, I would not have been able to embed myself as well as I did. Do you think we could work together from now on? You would make an excellent contact between the Director and me." "That's what he was telling me and I agree. No one in town is going to question the Chief if he has to take a trip out of town to attend a meeting at State or Federal law offices. You would have a hard time if you had to do that. And I have no problem with you being in charge. When are you going to come back in? I have a great method for your reentrance into town. The Director and I think it would be best if I arrested you when you crossed the border. It would look better that way then you just showing up at the Judge's door. As standard operating procedure I would have to fingerprint you. When I run your prints thru the system, they will match a bogus file we set up that proves that you are just an ordinary guy." "I suggested the name Jessie Poindexter. Thereby connecting the name Dexter with you," the Director said. "It gives you a history and if the Judge should ever have to check up on you, he will find that you have a legitimate background." "Great! So when do I go back in?" "As soon as you can, the Judge has some people coming over this weekend. We think they are going to ask him to run for Governor and we would like you there to find out what is going on." "You want me to spy on a legitimate candidate for office?" Jessie asked. "Is that legal?" "Ask yourself this question. Do you think that when and if the Judge is elected to office, he will be able to truthfully uphold the laws of the United States of America? Someone has to stop him and you are the only one that I think can do it." "You may be right, I'll go back in." "Everything is set up. Mike will take you tonight to the town across the border. You will get a room in a motel and cross over in the morning. Are you ready to go?" asked the Director. "Yes I just have to turn in my car and papers." "Phyllis will take care of everything. Good luck, Jessie." They shook hands and Mike and Jessie went out into the outer office where Jessie turned over all his paperwork and car keys to Phyllis. "Sorry about tonight, maybe next time we will have more time together. Duty calls!" The cop and Dexter went downstairs and Dexter placed his luggage in the back of Mike's car. As they drove off into the evening Dexter said, "Well it was nice while it lasted, but all good things have to come to an end." "Don't look at it that way, Dex, at least we are both on the same side now," Mike laughed as he placed his hand on Dexter's crotch and gave a little squeeze. "Behave yourself my friend, remember I'm still your boss and there will be no sexual hanky panky between us," Dexter said as he removed Mike's hand, "I will have to concentrate on the Judge and his plans to take over the government. Do you really think he has any chance of becoming Governor?" "I hope not, but then I never thought they could take over our town the way that they did. But they did and it really was not very difficult for them. There are people who even think it is better with them in control. I'm not sure that if a vote were taken today, the majority would not be opposed to Shariah law replacing our common law. I know lots of the men that would like certain parts of it to be implemented." "That's because they don't really know what it is!" On and on they drove and talked about the situation. At one point Mike asked Dexter why he thought that Yethro had freed him. "Well," said Dexter, "I know the Judge has ambitions of becoming Governor and I don't think he would like it known that he has a slave living with him. A great number of blacks in this country are Muslim and not too friendly to slave owners even if that slave is a white man. This might just be his ticket to winning over the 'Black Vote'. Then again he just might have thought that having a young Christian friend could be helpful politically." "Well, we will find out soon enough, I hope," said the cop as they pulled up to the motel. "This is where you get off, Boss. Be careful and remember I'm here for you." Dexter took his bag and walked down the road to the motel and checked in and paid cash for the night. In the morning he hired a cab and went to the border, where he was stopped and placed under arrest. He was hauled down to the police station in cuffs, fingerprinted and processed and placed in a jail cell by himself. "I want to see the Chief. Why was I arrested? I did nothing wrong. My papers are in order. I want my lawyer." "Shut the fuck up or I'll come in there and teach you some manners," shouted the guard as he came in and ran his nightstick over the iron bars. "Just keep it up and just give me an excuse to ram this stick up that ass of yours. Maybe you would like that... but I think not. You hear those beasts in the tank. They know there is fresh meat in here and they would love to have you for lunch. Now shut the fuck up." It was then that Dexter remembered what Sultan had told him about the police and the way they loved mistreating prisoners. "Can you let me call my lawyer? I am entitled to one call! PLEASE!" "As soon as the duty officer gets here. He should be here soon. Now shut up!" About an hour later the Duty Officer came in and said, "I looked at your file and you are in trouble. You don't seem to be who you are. Your papers say you are a former slave named Dexter, but your prints say you're a 'Jessie Poindexter'. Which is it? Who are you?" "Jessie who? Dexter? Oh my God. I'm both. I mean I remember now! Please call the Judge. He will know who I am and he can explain it all." "You mean Judge Yethro Allwadii?" "Yes. Him. I am a good friend of his and he is going to be pissed off at you idiots. Now either you let me call him or you call him and ask him to come and get me." "O.K. but if this is some sort of trick... I am going to haul your ass into the tank and let those beasts have a go at you. A good-looking guy like you would almost make their stay here a day to remember," the guard said as he left the cellblock to place a call to the Judge. Five minutes later the officer was back looking kind of white faced. I'm afraid there has been a slight error. His honor is on his way down. Do you want to come and wait in the office? I'm sorry but if you do, I will have to keep you handcuffed until this is resolved." "I'll wait here," Dexter said and sat down. "Open that cell you idiots," shouted the Judge a few minutes later as he entered the cellblock. "That man is my law clerk. He has done nothing wrong. He works for me. What kind of nonsense is this? Where is the Chief? He knows that this man is not a criminal. Who is the block head responsible for this outrage?" "Easy, Judge, they were just doing their job. And it's a good thing that they were. They were able to get my identity back. My first name is not Dexter -- its part of my last name - Poindexter. And I now remember my past or at least most of it," Dexter said hugging the Judge. "We'll get this sorted out at home. I'm glad to see you. Perhaps some good has come out of this mess. Come, I have the car outside and I'm even going to forgive the police for this business," the Judge said. "You were coming home - weren't you?" Dexter smiled as he was handed his luggage and said to the Judge, "I can't wait to get into the pool, Judge and back into my life here." The Judge beamed and led Dexter to his car. "You were right Dex, about being free and us. It is better this way." The car sped to the house and Dexter and Yethro entered the front door and embraced. Kissing each other and ripping the clothes from each other, Dexter playfully hoisted the nude body of Yethro over his shoulder and carried him kicking and screaming into the pool area of the house. He then tossed him into the pool and jumped in after him. "Oh God, it has been only a few days but it feels like a life time since we were together," the Judge cried as he tried to splash Dexter, "I missed you so much. What the hell do I call you? Dexter or Jessie?" "Since we are going to start a new life together, why not use Jessie Poindexter? Perhaps in the bedroom you will come up with a few new names. Judge, I love you and that's all that matters," Jessie said as he held the Judge in his arms and kissed him over and over. "Come I want you now, I need you now, this will be the first time that I will be giving myself to you as a free man. I want you in me............... I need you..." Yethro took his hand and pulled him from the water and the two of them made their way into the showers where they took a hot shower together and dried off. "You don't know how I have wanted this day to come. These last few days have been a nightmare without you. I even had to close down the court. There was no way I could render a judicial decision that was fair. I even thought about going out and finding you," whispered the Judge. "I could not go on without you, I even thought of doing away with myself." "I don't want to hear you say that ever again. From now on we are one, you and I, no mater what," Jessie told him as they entered the bedroom together and he went to sit upon the bed and pulled Yethro down beside him. Yethro pushed Jessie away and said, "I really meant that I was thinking of cutting my wrists and bleeding to death. Without you, there was nothing here to make life worth living. If you had stayed away much longer, I would have. Then I decided that if you ever came back to me, I would make sure that you would never leave me again." Jessie at this point really became worried and began to pull away from him and holding him at arms length asked him, "And just how do you think you could do that? You are not thinking of enslaving me again, are you? Yethro, I don't understand your Bedouin brain. Is not my self-imposed slavery enough for you? Do you really think that placing me in physical manacles will make me love you or want to stay with you?" Yethro laughed and said, "The picture of you chained to my bed is really appealing and I might even try it sometime, but no, that is not what I had in mind. There is a Bedouin custom that is older than even Islam itself and I intend to exercise it." "What is this custom?" Jess asked. "Just listen and hear me out. When a Bedouin is childless or if his wife has not given him a son--- he can and does adopt one from either his slaves, captives or sometimes one of the tribes orphans, and that is what I intend to do. It is well known that the prophet Mohammed was himself adopted and that he himself did adopt several captives and that he took them to his bed." "Weren't they all female?" Jessie asked. "And weren't they all Moslem?" "Mohammed, like myself, was a Bedouin at heart, and you know what they say of us! 'Goats, women and boys'. As for the religion of his wives one was Jewish, if I remember right. In your case, while I hope you will convert, that, my love, will be entirely up to you. If you agree to become my son, then all I have will belong to you and we will be living together until death just like we were married. Just say you will do it and I will have the papers drawn up and filed." "As long as I do not have to have my foreskin removed, I will consider it. That part of the conversion has me scared." "It is too bad your parents did not see fit to do it at your birth, like most Americans. In some ways I'm glad as I love to nibble on it. But you will keep your skin until you decide that you want to convert. I promise that I will never pressure you again. You will be free to come and go when and if you want. To everyone out there you will always be my son. Between us we will be lovers....." "Yes, Abba (Papa)", said Jessie as he stood up and started to remove Yethro's clothes... To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 18 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. 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. End of Chapter 17 "It is too bad your parents did not see fit to do it at your birth, like most Americans. In some ways I'm glad, as I love to nibble on it. But you will keep your skin until you decide that you want to convert. I promise that I will never pressure you again. You will be free to come and go when and if you want. To everyone out there you will always be my son. Between us we will be lovers....." "Yes, Abba (Papa)", said Jessie as he stood up and started to remove Yethro's clothes. Chapter 18 "It's nice that you choose to call me 'Abba', however, remember that when we are alone, we are still lovers.'" Yethro said as he quickly removed Jessie's shirt and then stopped short as he saw teeth marks on Jessie's neck and arms. "What the fuck? What the hell is this? Did the police and those beasts in the jail do this to you?" "Well, no," said Jessie as his face blushed. Becoming upset Yethro started to shout, "Well then what has my lover been doing these past few days? I know it couldn't have been me that did this to you! I was alone in this big house worried to death about you. Not knowing if you were dead or alive. Not knowing if you are ever coming back. Hoping that you were okay. Praying that you were not in the gutter, stabbed and robbed or perhaps the victim of some sex crazed pervert. It got so bad that I even thought of killing myself! Those were the worse two miserable days of my life. And while I'm here alone and miserable, are you remorseful or even sad about the fact that we are parted? Did you even think of calling me and letting me know that you were okay? Did you for one minute, for one second, even take the time to feel sad that we are not together? No! What's the first thing you do? The very first thing?" The Judge shouting and pointing his finger at him continued, "You grab the first young bit of cunt that comes your way and bed her down!! Tell me Dexter or Jessie, whichever your are, was she worth it?" "I'll not deny it. What was I to do? I wanted to test my freedom! Yes, I slept with a woman. I had to do it again. Yethro, it's been over two years. I had to find out if I could, or if I even wanted to bed women again. And to tell the truth, it felt good. It was nice. But, it was not you, nor was it the paradise I remembered. Afterwards my thoughts came back to you. I could not make myself believe that a life without you was what I wanted for the rest of my life. I wanted to come back to you, even if it meant I would have to enslave myself to you again. Yethro! Look at me! No one forced me to come back here. I'm here with you--- I came back to you - because I wanted to, not because you or anyone else forced me to. I missed you. The very next morning I woke up and I missed your warm body next to mine. Yes, she was a beautiful, passionate, warm woman, but she was not you." Jessie said as he grabbed Yethro and pulled him to his body and covered his face and neck with his mouth leaving a trail of love bites. "There you have my passion on your body and, Yethro, no one can say that but you. And from now on it is going to be just you and me. I promise." Jessie placed Yethro's legs on his shoulders and placed his cock head against Yethro's rosebud and sank into him. Pressing deeper and deeper until his balls rested on the Judges ass. "Now tell me, my passionate desert lover, tell me to leave you! Cast me out into the cold - and I promise that I will cut my wrists and bleed to death on your doorstep," he whispered as he started to pull out. "NOOOOOOOOooo! Stay! Don't move. Stay in me. Stay deep in me. I missed you so much. Don't leave me again," the judge screamed as he clamped down on Jessie's cock and hooked his heels around his neck making it impossible for Jessie to withdraw his hard cock from the Judges asshole. "Stay, stay. I want you to fill me with your love. I want to be impaled upon you forever! Just stay there in me and don't move. I want to imprison that wonderful cock of yours forever. Let my ass be your jailor. Let it suck your love juice out of you. Don't move back and forth - just stay there! Let me do all the work!" And so they stayed like that for a while. Yethro's ass clinging and squezzzzzzzzzing his lover's invading love tool, until Jessie could no longer hold his orgasmic explosions. Yethro's ass continued to masturbate and milk the uncircumcised cock that without any movement shot rope after rope of cummm into his lover. Jessie felt just like a stud dog that had knotted to his bitch and was blasting his baby makers deep into its bitch's cunt. Finally after what seamed like hours, the Judge let his legs slide off Jessie's shoulders. Jessie slid his rod out of the still throbbing ass and lay down beside the Judge and rested. After a while the Judge opened his eyes and said, "Was I as good as that whore you slept with?" "First of all, she was not a whore. Secondly, no one is as good as you are. And thirdly, I found out that women just don't do it for me anymore. What we just did - was the best sex I have ever had. Now let's forget that I ever went and bedded the bitch. I did something that I'm sorry about. It will never happen again. That's in the past. From now on it's just you and me. You can even enslave me again, if it makes you feel more secure. I don't care as long as you love and want me." "No more talk about slavery. You were right - there is nothing as good as the right to freely choose your lover," whispered the Judge. "Okay, as long as we agree on that, let's talk about the future. Summer is coming and I hope we can go up to the lake again. Perhaps we could go up this coming weekend?" "No, I'm afraid not this weekend. We have people coming over to talk to me about running for office. My relative is the Party Chairman and I think they are going to place my name on the primary for Governor." "So soon? This Governor still has another year in office and he may want to run again! I don't think it would be wise for you to force him into a primary battle. That could cause bad feelings in the party. Primaries are a rough and dirty business, to say nothing about the millions it would take to unseat the incumbent. And then, you might even lose." "Well you and I disagree there. I think I could win. However, the real powers have something in mind. I don't know what it is, but I told them I would listen. Now that you are back, I want you to sit in on the talks. It would be a good opportunity for you to get your feet wet, so to speak. Besides I need you and your advise on this democracy business." "Don't you think that they would think it rather unusual that your ex-slave was at such a meeting?" "Ordinarily, I would agree with you. However, they all know my history. Even you know that I have been thinking of going into politics for a while now. First my being a lawyer then being a judge was but the first steps. When a man runs for public office, a good home life is required. However, my wife was a problem. As I told you, she refused to have sex with me and without sex there can be no children. It is required that a Muslim has a male heir. While they would like a married Muslim to run for office, the party and most people know that the reason I left my wife was not only because she refused to have sex with me but that she would not even allow us to adopt a child as required by our customs." "And I thought it was because you fell in love me." "You may have been the catalyst for my divorce, but I was thinking of it long before we met. This was the prime reason I was awarded a divorce. You see for Muslims a marriage is not for love, but rather to provide a male heir. If one is not produced within a reasonable time span, one is permitted to take another wife. In countries where polygamy is not permitted, it is not only possible to get a divorce or annulment, it is required. This is a common reason for many Muslim separations. It is also common for Orthodox Jewish divorces, as well. I have already done a little research and spoken to some party people about you and our situation and they think that you will not hurt my chances. In fact, to tell you the truth, setting you free was all part of the plan. With you as my slave, I could not have hoped to run for any other office. When I freed you and you left, I told the party that if you ever came back I was going to adopt you as my son. They seemed to think that as long as it was legal and we acted the part - there would be no problem." "I think they are wrong. Americans do not like homosexuals and will not vote for anyone whom they even suspect of having such deviant behavior. They would object even more so if one party is much younger than the other." "Perhaps so. But, I think times are changing. Look at all the States that are now allowing them to marry. There are many in the Halls of Government today that have both bi- and homosexual relationships, right there in congress, some even with underage partners. Some even right out there in public. You would think that they were a bunch of Bedouins," Yethro laughed. "Well at least we are both adults, but let's get back to the subject of the lake." Jessie said and he asked, "When do you think we will be able to get back up to the lake? You know I love our house in town, but I also love the serenity and freedom of the lake." "Well, let's see, tomorrow I want to file the adoption papers. Then there is that meeting this weekend and you also know that you have your work as court clerk to catch up on. So, unless something comes up unforeseen, I think that we should be ready to leave for the lake in about two weeks. Even then we may have to commute to town from the lake before we can take a real vacation." "Is there anything I have to do to get ready for this weekend? Perhaps you want me to disappear for a few days?" "No, as I told you, from now on we are partners. As my son you should be right out there with me if and when I run for office. I want you to get your feet wet." The next day, Wednesday, the Judge filed all the adoption papers. Jessie felt funny appearing with Yethro before a strange judge in another district and telling the court that he agreed to be Yethro's son and that he also agreed to a name change. He was informed that he would now be known as Jessie ibn Yethro Allwadii. When they left the courthouse he turned to the Judge and said, "Boy, three names in two days... I don't know who I am, now." "You are exactly who your new name says you are 'Jessie the son of Yethro Allwadii'. My legal son and heir.'' "I hope I can live up to it, Abba." The next few days were busy days with lots of people coming over to the house to offer congratulations to both the Judge and Jessie. Friday, as an added means of getting community approval, the Judge took Jessie with him to the Mosque where he was introduced to the Imam. The Judge requested that the Imam instruct Jessie in Islam. He told him that while Jessie was still a Christian, and was not yet a candidate for conversion, he would like him to become educated in the faith so that when the time came he would be ready. Ignoring Yethro, the Imam took Jessie aside and asked him, "Is this what you want? Do you want to become a Muslim?" "I don't really know yet, but I would like to know more about it before I decide." "An honest answer and I will be glad to help all I can. I would suggest that you come to Mosque every Friday and you sit in the visitors' gallery. After services I will take you into my office for private instruction." "Every Friday?" asked Jessie. "Yes," the Imam said, smiling and turning to Yethro with disdain said, "If I am going to convert you, I am going to be your sponsor and teacher. As such, I'm going to see that you do so as a proper Muslim. You will not be like your father here!" Jessie getting mad raised his voice and protested, "My father is a good man and a great Muslim and I don't like you saying otherwise. He may not be bowing with his face in the ground 5 times a day but he is a caring human being and a good Muslim. I will not have you saying anything else about him - even if you are an Imam. Is not respect for your father a cornerstone of the Islamic religion?" The Imam placed his arms around Jessie and kissed him on both cheeks. "Welcome my son! You have learned your first lesson today. Respect for your parents and elders is like submission to the will of Allah. If one cannot respect the one who gave him life-he cannot respect the One that gave us all life. I will look forward to seeing you at Mosque, if not every Friday, then as many times as you can make it." Then he said to Yethro in Arabic, "He will make you proud and I will make sure he is a good Muslim. I have thought you wrong many times in the past, but adopting him will not be one of those times. It will be nice to see you in mosque even more now!" When they were outside Jessie asked, even though he knew the language, "What did he say to you in Arabic?" "Just some personal stuff. He just had to get in one last dig. But for the most part he was right. We could all be better Muslims. And both of us are going to have to work at it. And that includes trying to attend more services. Now lets get back to the house and get ready for the meeting tomorrow night." After making sure that the house staff had prepared enough refreshments and had cleaned the house to perfection, Jess and Yethro went for a swim in the pool and then showered and dressed. Yethro had insisted that Jess dress in one of the expensive Jalabiyas that Yethro had his tailor make for him last summer. "I love that on you. I'm going to have a few more made for you. I want you to wear one of them for my inauguration." "Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself here? First you have to win the primary, then the election." "You're right, one thing at a time. Tonight is the first step and I'm sure things will move fast after this," Yethro said as they left the bedroom and headed back to the Pool Area, there to await their guests, No sooner had they settled in their chairs then they heard the front door chimes ring and knew that the butler was opening the door and greeting the guests. After taking their hats, he said, "If you will follow me, His Honor and his son are awaiting you in the pool area." "Come in gentlemen. Welcome to our home," the Judge said, standing up, greeting them and introducing Jess to them. Can I have our servant prepare some drinks for you? I've taken the liberty of also having the cook prepare a light repast for us. I thought it would be pleasant if we had it by the pool. Please help yourself to the buffet. Later, after we take care of business, perhaps you would like to join us for a swim. We have plenty of extra swim suits if you should so choose." "I must say Judge, I think I am going to like this evening very much. Is this an Arab custom doing business in this way? If it is, I think I really approve of it," said one of the committee members as the others agreed and helped themselves to plates of food and sat down around a large table set up by the pool. The butler and his assistant served them drinks and after they were settled, Yethro dismissed the help. "Thank you, Allie. You and the help can go back to the kitchen now. I will ring for you if we need anything else." When they left Yethro said, "O.K. gentlemen, we can now eat and discuss what brought you here tonight. Although your chairman and I are related, he has not told me anything. Is it more money or support? I think both my son and I will see fit to help all we can. Just ask and we shall see what we can do." They ate and talked politics. They told him how they would like to have a Muslim of the Judge's stature on the ticket this coming election. They would even like to have him head the ticket, but the Governor had decided to run for re-election and would most likely be elected by a small majority. And this might be a problem. "We need a much better showing than the last election. We have a big agenda and this Governor is not capable of getting out the big vote. However, if you were to run as his running mate, the Governor would win in a landslide. We need the Arab votes to really cement this election. Therefore we are offering you the post of Lieutenant Governor. I know it is not what you wanted and expected, but let me assure you that this could lead to much bigger things." "Well, Gentlemen, I must say that I am a bit disappointed. However I do want to see the party win and win big. I will talk it over with my son and we will give you an answer soon. How long will we have to decide?" "Before you do that, Yethro, may I have a private word with you?" asked the Party Chairman. "Yes, of course you can," said the Judge, taking his cup of tea and standing, "Would you care to take your drink and join me in the library? It is quiet there and we can talk freely." Then he turned to Jessie and said, "Jess, would you be kind enough to see to our guests comfort while the chairman and I talk." The two of them went into the library and shut the door. Yethro sat down and said, "Now Dan, what is it that is so hush-hush that we could not let the others in on it?" "You and I and our families go back a long way. As an Arab myself, I know what you have had to endure just to get to be a judge. We both have had to make deals and sneak around the corners, here and there. What I'm going to say now is between the two of us. Is that clear?" "Yes, it is." "Yethro, I know you wanted the Governor's slot and you deserve it, but you can never be elected to it on your own. Let's face it. You do control a lot of votes - enough to turn the election, but a Muslim running for statewide office would never make it. If you accept the second place on the ballot for this election, I can guarantee that you will be sitting in the Governor's chair within one year after the election." "What, what are you saying? What's going on here? Are you planning to knock him off? You know that as a judge, I could not be directly connected to such a plan." Yethro smiled. "He has cancer! He will not last past his first year in office, if that long. This was his idea. He wants you to take over for him and, I as Party Chairman, agree with him. It presents the perfect opportunity to place an Arab into the Governor's mansion and have the people get used to having a Muslim chief executive. You must do this! It is the only way." "The only way? What do you mean by that? You don't believe I could be elected on my own?" "Yethro, face the facts! Do you think you or any Muslim could be elected to any high office in this country? You would have to be nuts to think so. Forget the religious question - your relationship with that son of yours would hold you back. But once you were in office that would open the door to power and with power we can make anything happen! Why with the proper training, we might even be able to put that boy of yours in the White House as long as he follows the line. Now that would give you and our people all the power in the world." "He will be ready. Yes, when the time comes he will be one of us and with us. I guarantee it. He is going to be the one who we will use to get our revenge. I already have him in the first stages of conversion. He has everything we need, blond, blue eyes, good looks and American. With my training and direction, he can be the perfect puppet. He will be the one to turn this country around to our way and once we have the United States - it will be a Muslim world. We will have avenged the Crusades. We will have a new Islamic world Empire with him as Sultan, but you and I will be the real power behind the throne." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 19 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. 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. End of chapter 18 He has everything we need, blond, blue eyes, good looks and American. With my training and direction, he can be the perfect puppet. He will be the one to turn this country around to our way and once we have the United States - it will be a Muslim world. We will have avenged the Crusades. We will have a new Islamic world Empire with him as Sultan, but you and I will be the real power behind the throne." Chapter 19 "So we are in agreement then? You will run for the Lieutenant Governor's spot. You will not challenge the Governor in the primary and you will support the Party," Dan said. "I will have to talk this over with Jess. I know this will be a great disappointment to him. He was looking forward to living in the Governor's Mansion. However, I do know he is against my running in a primary. In fact, whenever I talked about the possibility, he was vehemently opposed to it. Along with other reasons, he thought it would be fruitless and would only make more enemies than friends." "He was right about that. Besides costing millions, primaries do not weed out the weaker candidates but they do hurt the party unity. In the old days candidates were chosen by party bosses who knew who could win. And winning was all that mattered. That kid of yours has a good political mind. We will have to watch him and be careful with him," the Party Chairman laughed, "or, he may wind up becoming the puppet master and pulling our strings." "That's why I'm training him. And why I need you to also help me train him. Like I told you before - by the time we are ready to make our big move -- he will be 'one of us'. He will be a secrete but loyal member of the Army of Islam. And, as such, we will direct and control him," the Judge assured his relative. "I can almost see it now. He is going to be the Al-Mahdi (savior) who will avenge our an-Nakba (Catastrophe). With him in the White House and you and I right there behind him, we will not fail this time. We will change the whole country to the ways of Allah. We will institute our law and rule by the will of Allah. There are times when the soldiers of Allah must ally themselves with the enemy in order to win the ultimate prize. This may be one of them. As far as the deal which you just offered, I will talk to him and let you know our answer as soon as possible." "No, Yethro. I'm sorry, but that is not good enough! This is one of those times when we act now or lose the opportunity. I must have your answer tonight. The Party has to have the time to arrange the change. There must be some political inducement for the present Lieutenant Governor to give up the position." "Does he know about the cancer?" "No, aside from his doctors, family, you and I, no one else knows and it can not get out or we lose everything." "What little tidbit are you going to dangle before the present Lieutenant Governor's eyes to get him off the ticket?" "A seat on the State Appellate Court has opened up and we must fill it right away. It should be enough to make him happy and I know that he will prefer that, rather then having to run in another political election," Dan said. "After all he is a lawyer and this will give him a chance to rewrite the law as we want it." "That should be enough to seal the deal. Okay, I'll tell you what. You go back out to the pool and tell Jessie to come in here. I'll talk it over with him. While we are doing that, you and the guys can change into swim trunks and take a dip in the pool. After Jess and I talk it over, we will join you and let you know our decision. Is that fair enough?" "It sure is and Yethro, believe me, this is the best deal you are ever going to get." Yethro sat down and finished his cup of tea as Dan went back to the pool where he found that the other members of his committee and Jess were already in bathing gear and splashing around in the pool. Jess did a Jackknife dive off the board and when he came up Dan signaled him to come to the side of the pool. "Your father would like to talk with you in the library. He wants your opinion on what we just talked about. If I were you -- I would make him see the logic of the situation and I hope you can convince him to work with us." "Sir, as a relative, you know that once the Judge has his heels set in the ground, there is usually nothing anyone can do to change his mind. I love him -- but..." "Yes, I know that streak of stubborn 'Bedouin' in him, but if anyone can change his mind, it is you! Go, he is waiting for you! Just dry yourself off and go right in. Not being a full Bedouin myself, I can not understand what you have that makes him so receptive, but as long as you can make him see the light, you have my seal of approval. Try anything. Use your charms. I'm sure that once you think about it you yourself will agree that it really is a good deal and the only chance we may have. Now, be a good boy and show me where the trunks are. The pool looks real inviting. I'm going to join the boys. When you and Yethro are finished come join us." Jessie showed him where the extra suits were and then wrapping himself in a large towel he went into the Library where he found Yethro sitting in the big overstuffed chair behind his desk. "Quick, close the door! I want to get your opinion on this offer. It is better than I expected. I don't even have to fight for the job. They are giving it to me on a silver platter." Yethro swore him to silence and then explained the deal. "Well, what do you think of it?" Jessie went over to him and asked, "Is it permitted to kiss the next Governor? I think it's a great deal. Even, if by some chance the man lives out his entire term in office, you will still be in place to replace him in four years. You get almost everything -- without having to battle for it. It will give you a foot in the door of power. Once that door is ajar -- we can kick down the door and take it all! Yes, lover, take the offer and take it quickly, before they realize what they have given away and change their minds." "Good! I'm so glad to see that you think like I do. I'm glad you agree with me. It is even better than I thought it would be. Let's tell them our decision and let's do it now," Yethro said as he smiled, walked to the door, opened it and then they made their way to the pool area. All of the committee members were now in the water splashing and having a good time Yethro approached and said, "Gentlemen, after due deliberation with my son, we have made a decision! For the good of the party, I will accept the second spot on the ticket. I will not challenge the man for his seat and I will support the party." The men cheered and swam over to shake his hand. The Chairman grabbed his hand and shouted, "Yethro, we think it's about time you got your feet wet," -- and pulled him into the water. Surfacing and spitting out water, the Judge laughed and swam to the stairs, got out of the pool and said, "Damn it Jessie, break out the Champagne for every one. If I'm going to drown, let it be in wine." "And I thought you Muslims did not drink," one of the committeemen said. "Not usually, but this is a special night and I'm sure Allah will forgive me, but a little wine can not hurt. We do keep a supply of good wine for special celebrations. Jess, please ask the butler to set up some glasses and chill a few bottles of the good bubbly for us." Jess rang for the help and then directed them to clear away the food and open the bar. After a few toasts to the upcoming successful campaign and a bit more swimming, one of the committeemen took Yethro aside and started to compliment him on his son. "That is one good looking kid you got there. What does he do for a living? Is he working? Is he going to school? Is he going with someone?" The Judge told him about Jessie working as his law clerk and studying for the law. He also explained that he had just adopted Jessie and had not arranged for his marriage yet. "As far as a girlfriend, we Muslims have our methods and when the time is right, I'm sure the matchmaker will come up with a good match. Why are you asking?" "Well, I like him and I just happen to have a single daughter and I'm always looking for a good match." "And how old is this daughter of yours?" Yethro asked warily. "She is beautiful and well educated." "How old?" "She has a nice job working as a secretary to a very important government official." "How old?" Yethro repeated. "Twenty six," the committeeman answered sheepishly. "I mean no disrespect, but my son is much too young for her or for any woman right now. He has to finish his schooling and pass the Bar. By the time he is ready to settle down and take a wife, your daughter would be past childbearing age and while I'm sure she would be a wonderful catch, it would be unfair to ask that she wait that long. I thank you for your offer but when the time is right I will arrange for a woman who will be able to produce many male heirs." "You make it sound so clinical, sterile, devoid of love and old fashioned. Why not introduce them and let them decide?" "Perhaps that is the "American Way", but it is not my way or the way of my family or my people. Jessie is my adopted son and while he is not really a Muslim yet, it is my desire that he try to honor my ways as much as he can. However, this is a free country and as they say, he is over 21. Therefore, you can if you want, talk to him about it. I would not object if he were interested enough to date your daughter." "No, I would not do that as it will only cause trouble between you and your son." "But I insist that you do. I would not like him to find out that I turned down an opportunity for him to meet a young woman. I'm sure that if he were to find her attractive and want to consider her as a wife, we could work something out in a marriage contract," Yethro smiled. "That, too, is a tradition along with the 'Bride Price' I would be required to pay you for losing your daughter." "Well if you really do not object -- do I have your permission to at least talk to him?" "Yes, of course you do. I just don't want you to feel bad if he turns you down," Yethro said as he looked around the room, spied Jess and called him over. When he came over the Judge introduced him to the committeeman. "Jess, tonight seems to be our evening for making deals. This gentleman has a daughter that he thinks you might like to take out on a date. I will leave the two of you to talk over the proposition." Jessie put his arm around the man and directed him to one of the corner tables where they could talk privately. "I was just thinking, that when you move out of this area and into the State Capitol, you might need to make a few new friends. I know it can be lonely for a young man, such as you, to be in a big city without friends. When my wife and I moved to the State Capitol my daughter had a really hard time. Until she got her job and made a few friends she was at loose ends. So I was thinking -- you just might like someone to show you around." "That's very nice of you. I appreciate your concern and I'm sure it would be very useful and pleasant. However, as of now, I'm not sure I will be going with my father. You see I do have a job here and someone should look after Yethro's property and interests here while he is away. I'm still the court clerk and unless he needs me, I think I'll be staying here." "Well the Capitol is not really that far away and if you should need a guide, I could give you her name, address and telephone number," He said as he took out his wallet and laid a picture on the table. "This is her picture." Jess picked it up and looked at it. Shit, he thought, of all the women it had to be her. Phyllis! Without showing any emotion he returned the photo and said, "She is a very nice looking woman, and perhaps if I were to come with my father, it might be nice to have her show me the town. I have to be honest and I must warn you and your family that I am not in the market to settle down just yet. This conversation is rather embarrassing. You see my father is...." "Yes I know. He told me all about the customs, etc., but I just thought I would try anyway. I know it was a long shot, but I had to try." "I am honored that you did. It is not often that I am offered the opportunity to meet beautiful women, but with the Judge running and my own education ... I just can't find the time right now." Then, red faced the committeeman shifted the conversation away from his daughter and talked about the coming campaign and about his job and what Jess wanted to do for the summer. Then Yethro came by and they all called it an evening. After the guests left the Judge asked Jess how he had handled the over zealous father. "Evidently, someone forgot to tell him that I'm gay. I just told him that I was too busy with work and studies to even think about taking on a girlfriend at this time. He seemed to take it very well." "When we decide you want a wife for bringing a child into this world, I will pick out a young fertile Arab girl for you," the Judge said patting him on the back. "I don't want you tied down to some spoiled American bitch. Besides, that girl is much too old for you anyway," "Too old for me?" Jess laughed and put his arm around Yethro. "You know very well that I go for older lovers! Let's get to bed, 'old man' and you can show me how age can be a rewarding experience." As they walked into their bedroom, Yethro said, "I think we had better shower and get this chlorine off our bodies first." Dropping their wet clothes to the floor, they hurried into the bathroom. Jess entered, adjusted the shower temperature and when it was just right, he took Yethro by the cock and guided him into the large shower stall. He reached for the soap and a washcloth and started soaping up the older man's body paying special extra attention to his genitals and his ass. He loved the way the older man's body hair caused the lather to burst up from the bar soap. When he finished, he gave the washcloth and soap to Yethro and he reciprocated. They rinsed each other off and they embraced and kissed as the water cascaded down on them. The Judge broke the kiss and turned Jessie around so that he was facing away from him. He then bent him over and without any preparation or lube other than the falling water he forcefully penetrated his ass. The Judge, trying to prove his manhood, became a viscous wild animal and rammed his cock in and out with the power of a twenty-year-old stud. He grabbed Jessie's chin and tilted his head back and kissed him ferociously. Passion overcame him and as he was about to ejaculate he sunk his teeth into the nap of his victim's neck and he bit and sucked on the tender skin. The younger man tried to pull away but the Judge grabbed his cock and balls and squeeeeeeeezzzzzzzed hard. "Don't ever try to pull away from me again! You are mine and even if you are no longer my legal slave -- there will be times when I may want to treat you as one. And tonight just happens to be one of them," Yethro shouted. Jessie stomped his heal down hard on Yethro's instep causing him to release his hold and pull away. "Just remember, my love, two can play that game and if it's a game we are going to play, let's set up some basic rules here. The first and last rule is, No means NO! And it is going to be that way or no way. Understand? Just remember that I am now your son as well as your lover. You will treat me with respect -- just as I will respect you. If either of us says NO to anything -- that's it. Is that understood?" He shouted. "Understood," Yethro said as he hung his head, got out of the shower and handed Jess a towel. "I just got carried away. I'm sorry. I just wanted to prove I wasn't a worn out old man. It will not happen again." They dried each other off and Jessie said, "I'm afraid it will happen again. We both must face the fact that we are sexual animals. But we must learn to control the urge to devour each other. There are times when, I too, feel the need to vent my sexual desire on you. However, I am not like you, my love. I was born in a more civilized culture. You are the spawn of the desert. A hot Bedouin and I realize that, for thousands of years you and your people have been violent takers of the things you wanted. It was the only way they could survive. So... they became a law unto themselves. I must admit that was and still is what attracts me to you. And yes, I still dream that crazy fantasy of being a Christian Crusader Knight captured by you. The one you strip nude, abduct and carry across your saddle as your trophy of war. As we gallop across the blazing desert, you hold me close to your body and play with my sex as you nibble on my ear lobes. You see how this arouses me and as I press back into your arms, we kiss. On we ride to your secret oasis. There you dismount and you carry my nude body over your strong shoulders into the cool shade of your goatskin tent. There, in what at first appears to be a vast wasteland, but which I soon learn is also a place of stark beauty and danger, you rape me. In the stark barrenness of your tent, you force me to play the part of your passionate sex slave. Later, with time, kindness, and love, the playacting becomes real and natural. We soon learn to love each other. It is like that Broadway play, 'The Desert Song'. But Yethro my love, the operative word in this fantasy is love." "For a so called civilized westerner you know me like a book. This is not an easy thing for outsiders to do. Jess, not only do you know me, but there are times that I forget who and what you are. I cannot make myself believe that you are not a Bedouin or at least have the heart of one transplanted in you," he said as he again took the younger man in his arms and kissed his face and lips. "Yes, you may be a gentle Bedouin, but a passionate one just the same. And I promise to become one myself. if you will just give me the time." They kissed and molded into each other's embrace. Yethro placed Jess gently down on the big bed and lay down along side of him. He reached over into the night table drawn and brought out the tube of lubricant and handed it to the young man. "See, my love, I can be gentle and caring. To prove it I'll let you do all the work. Here, you lube up my cock then mount it at your own speed and pleasure. Then I want you to be my Bedouin lover, I want you to ride me like a camel into the sunset." Jessie smiled as he lubed the dark olive colored circumcised penis and lowered himself slowly onto the Judge's cock until the hard rod was firmly ball deep in his ass. Then he rode him with movements that imitated the sideways lope of a camel. Slowly he milked the Arab cock with his ass using every trick that he had learned when he worked in Sultan's brothel. Yethro's dark fingertips rubbed along Jessie's white thighs, leaving small slight red scratches, as he slowly met each thrust with a counter thrust. He loved the way his dark, lube coated cock looked, as it breached the white cliffs of Jessie's ass. Just like a battering ram. He moved his fingers and grabbed hold of Jessie's cock and played with his foreskin as the hard shaft beat against his belly. "Oh! Make this last, I love this, lover, Yessss make it last! Make it last, my camel riding Crusader lover," he hissed. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 20 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy reading this story, please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". 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. End of chapter 19 Just like a battering ram. He moved his fingers and grabbed hold of Jessie's cock and played with his foreskin as the hard shaft beat against his belly. "Oh! Make this last, I love this, lover, Yessss make it last! Make it last, my camel riding Crusader lover," he hissed. Chapter 20 And make it last he did. Jessie rode the Judge's rod for a long time and the Judge reveled in the action. Then he grabbed Jessie and flipped him over and drilled his cock into the younger man's boi cunt. Pounding away like mad until his body stiffened froze and he came. Then he collapsed on top of Jessie, his chest and Jessie's cemented together by sweat both hearts pounding so hard that each thought the others heart had exploded. "Masha'Allah," moaned Yethro, "Oh that was great. Let's forget about politics about religion - about everything and just run off some where and make love all day, everyday and shut out the world. Just you and me alone on a deserted Island." "Anything you want, but first I think I need some sleep." "We will have enough sleep when we are dead and buried in the ground," the Judge laughed. "You accused me of getting old before, well this old man could go for another spin." "Knowing you, when I die I am going to see that I'm buried in another grave yard far from you!" "But why my love?" "If we were buried next to each other - the place would be having earthquakes all the time!" Jessie quipped. "Now damn it, go to sleep," he ordered and eased Yethro off his body and then kissed him. "Good night Judge." The next morning as they sat having breakfast Jessie asked Yethro what plans he had for him in the coming campaign. "I think it would be best if you did as little as possible. We are going to have to go very slowly as you yourself have pointed out many times how most of the people in our party feel about our type of relationship. There is no sense in bringing this before the public before it is necessary. For all anyone knows you, as my adopted son, are also my secretary and confidant. It is your duty to help me with my speeches and English. That's all they need to know for now. There will be time to answer questions after I become Governor and by then it will be too late." "What I meant was will I be moving to the governor's mansion with you or will you want me to stay here and manage your affairs here?" "You and I will go into the mansion together. I need you with me. I need your help and advice just as much as I need them here in town. Nothing will change. In fact, I will need you more, not less. If I thought this job would impair our relationship - I would not have agreed to take it. In fact, I hope that you will someday enter politics yourself and follow in my footsteps, perhaps even go on and become President someday." Jessie laughed, "Me, President? You have got to be kidding! If you think that might happen, why are you pushing me to become a Muslim? That would not help in any way." "First of all, I am not pushing you. By the time you are ready, perhaps the climate will change and maybe my being Governor will help prepare the ground. Together, you and I can help bring that about and that would be wonderful for America. Besides you are only exploring Islam. You know I have never asked you, nor would I want you, to convert unless you want to do it for yourself. Yes, for sure, it would give me great pleasure to have you as a Muslim on one hand, but I would miss your wonderful foreskin." "Ouch! You would bring that up," Jessie sighed. "Can we forget about that for now?" "Well I could always bite it off for you......" "No thanks. Come let us have some breakfast." After breakfast, they finished dressing and went into work. Jessie spent the morning typing out a full report to Homeland Security and sealed it in an envelope. He wanted the director to know what was going on and also to ask him if he should continue his undercover activities. He did not know if it was legal, or even right, to spy on a man running for public office. He said that if he were to continue, he would need a new contact. Since both he and the Judge would often be out of town, the Police Chief might be hard to contact in case something came up. Another means of contact had to be found. I will need someone that the Judge would not suspect. Later in the day the Police Chief came by the court on some judicial matters and Jessie met him in the bathroom. After checking the stalls, he slipped him the envelope and told him to deliver it as soon as he could. He told him the gist of what was in the report and told him that he had no idea for a new contact. "Shit and I was just getting to like seeing you everyday. I will miss you." "Don't worry. I will keep you in the loop since I will need you as a contact when I'm in town. I don't know if this new contact will be able to operate both here in town and elsewhere in the state. So for now, I will keep you here and look for another agent for other locations." "That's nice because I am still hoping that our working together will somehow lead to my being able to get that ass of yours in bed again. You must admit that it was fun at Sultan's place that night. You cost me a lot, but you were worth every cent I had to shell out." "You were not too bad yourself," Jess admitted as he remembered that first night at Sultan's. The evening he had introduced him as his latest male whore by auctioning his nude body off to the highest bidder. Mike had outbid everyone and celebrated by hoisting his nude body over his shoulder and parading him through the jeering and cheering crowd of losing bidders. He carried him off to a private room in the brothel where he spent the night ravaging him. "If I remember right I was hurting for a week. I think you did get your money's worth that night." "Sure did. And to tell the truth I would like a repeat performance." Mike smiled and said, "I'll get this to the boss right away." Later in the day, at lunchtime in the Judge's chambers, Yethro and Jess were talking about the coming election fight. Yethro started to say, "Do you think I should vacate the bench after my candidacy is announced or should I keep my seat until I'm elected?" "It's hard to say, but I think that you should devote as much time as you can to the campaign. Remember this is a statewide office and you must establish yourself as a statewide personality. That way the public will see that you yourself consider it to be an important office and one that you will devote all your energies to doing. It will also show the public that you are committed to the office and that you want them to get to know you and your record. I think you have to make them feel that you are ready and able to fill the Governor's shoes if he were to get sick or if he were to go on vacation and leave the state in your care. It will be an excellent way to prepare not only them, but yourself for taking over the Governorship." "You know that Dan told me he thought you had a lot of political savvy and I would do well to listen to you. We do make a good team and I'm going to need you right beside me. So I'm going to ask you if you will leave this job and come to work for me as my assistant?" "As long as the pay is right. I don't think there would be a problem." "I'm sure we can work something out. After all I'm not a slave driver," Yethro laughed. "But don't expect a big raise, at lease not right away. We do have to get elected first and then I will see what the office budget will support. However, I do think a short vacation at the lake would be in order as soon as we can arrange it. We will need all the rest and relaxation we can get before the wars begin." The Judge started clearing his court calendar and reassigning all of his cases. He told everyone that he was going on a vacation and wanted to get the cabin ready for summer. It was not really unusual, as he had already started to power-down the courthouse. The town was used to this procedure, as it was one that he engaged in every spring. After the convention and his nomination, he would arrange for a replacement judge to take over. Of course it should be one that he could count on to keep things as unchanged as possible. After all, it was still his town and his base of support and no one was going to be able to forget that. He would have loved to place Jess on the bench but that, at least for now, was not an option. Now that his old law clerk had passed his state bar exam, he might be able to get him a temporary appointment, but that was a long shot. For now he would just have to hope that whoever was appointed would be controllable. After he became Governor he could remove him and appoint someone else if he needed to do that. It took about a week to arrange everything and the two of them left for the cabin. There was a lot to do, but the Judge and Jess really enjoyed getting the cabin in shape. They cleaned out the cabin and did a little fishing and spent time talking about what they were going to do during the campaign. Sitting in the motorboat drifting on the calm lake with the late spring sun beating down on them, the Judge suddenly said, "Jess, I think it is time for you to get a girlfriend." Jess was shocked and he said so in a very indignant tone, "What! You are tired of me so soon? You don't think I would give you up after all we have been through. Something has happened. What's going on in that brain of yours?" "Well, I was thinking the other day about how we could work out some sort of arrangement that would make it look like you and I were only father and son to the public." "Since when did you ever give a damn what the public thought?" "Don't get so angry, Jess. You know that I don't really care what they think, but Dan called me yesterday while you were out on the lake, during our conversation he again said that it would look better if you were engaged or going with a woman. He said too many people were beginning to look too deeply at our relationship. We talked for a long time and I finally told him I would see what your thoughts were. If you decide to do this it would mean that you would only have to go out with her once in a while just to give the impression that...." "That I'm normal," Jess interrupted him in an angry tone. "Are you and Dan going to pick this female for me or will I be given a list to choose from. Will I have any say at all in whom it might be? After all I would not want some 'dog' hanging on my arm when I have to escort her around." "Well Dan did have a few girls in mind, but I told him you and I would discuss it first and I would get back to him," Yethro said rather meekly. "Please, Jess, at least consider it. If you don't do this, I'll call Dan and tell him the whole deal is off and you and I will just continue our lives as before." "You know you would never forgive me if I was responsible for your not having this opportunity. I could not live with the thought that I robbed you of the chance. Maybe I should just disappear until this is over?" "That wouldn't work. Besides, I need you. Take some time to think it over and let me know what I should tell Dan and the committee. If you decide to do this - you will have the final say in who the girl is. It will have to be someone that I can trust not to become too attached to you, although I can not think of any woman who would not want that cock in her pussy," he said leaning over and kissing him and groping his crotch. "Unhand me, you beast," Jess said. "OK. I'll do what you ask, but I won't like it. You can tell Dan that he can send us the photos of some women and you and I will pick one. We will set up some dates and take it from there." "I'm glad you are not going to give me a hard time on this. I'll call Dan and we will work something out." A few days later after Yethro had gone into town he returned to the cabin and laid 4 pictures on the kitchen table and spread them out. All four were pictures of nice looking women. "I told Dan I wanted only the best he could find. After all I would not like you to be seen with an ugly woman on your arm in public. I told Dan that since I would have to be present most of the time in public with the two of you, it would be better if it were a mature girl and not some common young slut that might embarrass us. Look these over and see if there is anyone you think you would like to meet." "They all look rather nice and anyone of them would do, except this one," Jess said as he pointed to a picture of Phyllis Goodwin. "Isn't she that committeeman's daughter? The one that he was trying to pass off on me that night at the pool." "Yes, as a matter of fact it is. I asked Dan to include her because she is older and you would not be tempted to form a lasting attachment. Besides her father, Hal Goodwin, is an important member of the party with lots of money and connections that we would like to keep happy. It would be like killing two birds with one stone, as you Americans say." "Well, if you think it is a good match, why not make the old guy happy then? Do you think I should date the other girls first or her?" "I'll leave that up to you, but you do not have much time as we will be on the campaign trail soon and it would be better if it looked like you had been 'going together' for a while. Her name and number are on the back of the photo. Give her a call and see if you can make a date. Tell her some story about her father having shown you her picture and --- well you know the routine." "Well it has been a long time since I did this, but I'll try. Just remember all this was your idea, not mine," Jess said. "Against my better judgment, I'll think about what to say and then give her a call this evening." "Why not now? Are you getting shy on me?" the Judge laughed. "Has nothing to do with being shy. I think I remember her father saying that she worked in some office and... yes damn it, I am a bit rusty and I need time and privacy to think about how to go about this. Should I call her father first and ask him for permission?" "Her father has already given you permission. All you need to do is call her and arrange to meet her. I'll even let you use my car or you can rent one." "Use your Jeep? I think I would like to rent a car. Something wild like a convertible," he said. "After all I do have to make an good impression on her. I'll also need a driver's license in my new name." "Mike can arrange all that without any trouble. As far as the car rental, just put it on my credit card for now. I'll also arrange a credit card for you. After all, if you are going to date women, you are going to need money. I'll go into town and arrange everything. You can stay here and think about what you are going to say to her," Yethro said smiling as he opened the door and started to leave. "I'm going back into town to arrange everything. It may take a while. I will be back by nightfall - I hope you will have called this Phyllis Goodwin and arranged a date. If by some chance she's not interested, then try one of the others. We have to get moving on this." A few hours later the cabin phone rang and Jess answered it. "Have you called that girl yet?" Yethro asked. "For God's sake Yethro, It is only 6 P.M. Give the girl a chance to get home and eat." "You're chicken! Do I have to call her for you?" the Judge taunted him. " I just arranged for a credit card and Mike is getting you a driver's license. Everything should be ready in about two hours and I will come home at that time. You had better have made that call by then or I will take you over my knee and spank your ass." "O.K. I'll try to give her a call as soon as we hang up... I'm really nervous about this. Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" "You are chicken! I wouldn't have believed it! A grown man afraid to call a girl...." "Go to hell!" Jess shouted and then said, "I'll call her as soon as you hang up. Good bye." Jessie took his cell phone out on to the dock and dialed the number on the back of the photograph and waited while the phone rang about three times. He was about to hang up when he heard her familiar voice. "Hello, is this Miss Phyllis Goodwin?" "Yes it is. Who is this?" "Phil, just listen, this is Jessie, and I have to see you sometime this weekend. Can you make it? It is important. I will tell you everything then." "If my boss will let me off early on Friday, you could meet me at the apartment say at six." "You can say it's to meet me and I'm sure he will understand. Call me back at this number if you can make it," Jess said and gave her his cell phone number. "I may not be alone so play along with me - like I said I will clear-up everything when I see you." He then hung up and walked up to the house just as the Judge was pulling up to the gate. "Well, my shy lover, did you call the woman?" he asked as he got out of the jeep. "Yes, I did and she is going to see if her boss will let her off early on Friday so that we can meet and get acquainted." "See I told you it would not be too difficult. Now that that's settled, I can tell you that I have taken care of all the paperwork and you can rent any car you want. In fact, I've been thinking that it might be a good idea if you gave some thought to perhaps buying a car for your own use. Somehow I don't think Ms. Goodwin, or any woman, will like having her 'boyfriend' picking her up in a Jeep." "You might be right about that. And it would also support the impression that I'm independent. Were you able to get me a driver's license?" "Yes, everything is made out in your new name Jessie Ibn Yethro-Allwadii, all legal like. How come you decided to make a date on Friday night?" "You said to get started as soon as possible, besides, I thought it would be nice if you and I went to Mosque Friday morning. After that, I could go rent a car, stop at the house, dress and then take off for the date. If we find that we like each other, I may stay over at her place for the rest of the weekend," he said, teasing Yethro. "If we don't hit it off - then I'll call the number two on the list. After all why waste time and effort?" "On the first date!" Yethro screamed. "My, it looks like I have created a monster. What makes you think that Ms. Goodwin or any woman for that matter will jump into bed with you so soon?" "Ohhhh! Just from the tone of her voice and my sexual abilities. She is going to be putty in my hands...." "Remember that she is the daughter of an important man, one we need. Just be careful or I just might decide to perform that circumcision on you before you decide to convert... Understand!" "Ouch!" To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 21 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy reading this story, please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". 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 20 "Ohhhh! Just from the tone of her voice and my sexual abilities. She is going to be putty in my hands...."

 "Remember that she is the daughter of an important man, one we need. Just be careful or I just might decide to perform that circumcision on you before you decide to convert... Understand!"

 "Ouch!" Chapter 21 After finishing their dinner they were sitting around the coffee table and enjoying a cup of coffee when the phone rang and Yethro picked it up. "Yes. He is home. Who shall I say is calling?" the Judge asked, looking at Jess. "Goodwin? And what would you be wanting with my son?" Then after a few seconds, "Oh, yes you are the daughter of that nice party committeeman we met the other evening, aren't you? How is your father? Please give him my regards. Yes, of course you can speak to him. Hold on I'll see if he is about." Clamping his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone he handed it to Jess and whispered excitedly, "It's her. She sounds very nice! Please, be charming now!" Taking the phone from Yethro, he grinned and said, "Ms. Goodwin? I really hope that you called with good news." Then after a while, he continued. "Yes, I must say that I usually don't call strangers and ask for a date on such short notice, but your father and mine - well you know how these old folks can be at times. Besides, when your father showed me your picture, I have to admit I was really intrigued. So much so that I had to almost employ a detective to get your home phone number. Again, I apologize for such short notice but were you able to convince your boss to let you off early this Friday?" There was a pause as she told him that her boss was amicable to her taking off early. "That's great -- what time shall I pick you up and where?" Jess asked as he wrote down the details and then, in answer to her question about what she should wear, he answered, "What should you wear? Well. nothing!" and then he added quickly, before Yethro could punch him "too formal. I figured we would go to have dinner and take in a movie. Or would you prefer to go to a nightclub and go dancing? However, I feel I must warn you that I'm not much of a dancer, but if you can, I would very much like to hold you in my arms and....." at this point the Judge, who had been trying to follow the conversation, punched him in the arm and shook his fist at him, "and have you teach me a few steps as I'm really a bit left-footed," he concluded rubbing his arm. "I'm sure you are not that bad, but perhaps you are right, dinner and a movie might be better for a first date," Phyllis said. "We can get to know each other and then see where it leads from there. Do you need directions or do you think you can find it on your own?" "Yes, a movie will be better as I do operate better in the dark than on the dance floor," he said as he moved his arm out of Yethro's reach. As for finding your apartment, I'll find it, even if I have to ask someone for directions," he laughed. "Again, thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice -- a girl of your beauty and charm must have many men and a full date calendar. It is nice of you to fit me in and I promise to behave myself and not disappoint you. I'll see you Friday at about 5 then," Jess said and hung up. "Is that the way you operate?" Yethro screamed at him after the phone was safely replaced in its cradle. "I just hope she is so hard up for a man that she will overlook your ......" "Relax. If I remember, this is the way we do it in America. We don't have the luxury of our parents arranging dates for us or buying us a wife. We are more open about it and faster... like I told you by the end of the first date, if not during the date, this broad will be in bed with me or I'm not worthy of being your son. I mean, it's not like I'm going to marry this bitch or any other girl for that matter -- it's just for fun and sex. After all, am I not your son, the son of a Bedouin warrior? Do we not take what is ours from these infidel pigs? Are not all their women whores and worthy only for our harems? Trust me on this, Yethro! At her age, she is ripe for the plucking. And I intend to pluck her and pluck her good!" "Is this what that Imam has been teaching you?" Yethro shouted at him. "Yes, in a round about way, he has! He has pointed to many verses in the Holy Book that tell of the prophet's sayings and how he treated the infidels as well as the custom of taking back what is ours." Ya-rab! (God help me) I can see we are in deep trouble! I give up! Just make sure you use condoms." "I always do, other than with you, love. And again, my love, relax. Is not the whole reason behind this charade to convince the public of my normalcy? We surely don't want her play-acting with me in public -- our friends in the press would pick that up in a minute and they would dig deep and expose our homosexual relationship. Then all would be lost. You know I am right. Besides a good scandal of this kind can be good for your image. The important thing is that the public thinks I'm the womanizing son of who could be the next State Governor and not his homosexual lover." "Again, you are right. I guess I'm just jealous and I hate the thought of you in anyone's bed but mine." Jesse kissed him and hugged him and said, "Yes, it is jealousy, but just remember that I'm now going to have to share you with all the people in this state and I may not like that either. Always remember that I came back to you of my own free will." He kissed him and said, "let's get to bed..." On Friday the two of them went into town and attended Mosque. After prayers Jess went into the Imam's office and there he took further instruction in the religion. After the session Jess went with the Judge to a car dealership near the courthouse where Jesse wanted to rent a convertible. The Judge and he had a rather heated discussion about the safety of convertibles, but the dealer convinced Yethro that a convertible of the caliber of a BMW was much safer then the Jeep that the Judged was driving. "Come I'll even take you for a ride in the country. You'll see you will like it. And, if I like it, I may decide to let you buy one for me," Jess said as he and Yethro got in and left the showroom. The two of them took a short drive in the country during which Jesse let the car out a bit just to familiarize himself with the car and it's workings. "Isn't she a beauty? You hardly feel like you are driving. See how it holds the road. And you were afraid of its stability. Just the right kind of car for your playboy son to be driving." "I can see what you mean. It is a bit expensive. But then you are my son and we can well afford a few luxuries." After a while the sound of a police siren could be heard. "Now you are in for it! You don't even have that license 24 hours and you have the cops on your tail," Yethro laughed and said, "You had better hope that you don't wind up before me and don't expect me to get you out of this." Jesse pulled the car over to the side of the road and kept his hands on the wheel. He noted in the rear view mirror that it was Mike and breathed a sigh of relief. He watched as Mike got off his "black steed" and approached with his citation book in hand. Once he saw who it was he placed the pad in his jacket and leaned over the door and said, "If the Judge wasn't with you I would drag your ass out of the car and lean you over the car hood and spank your ass." "Don't let that stop you Mike! He deserves a good tanning and I won't stop you," the Judge laughed. "In fact after you are finished with him I just might add a few whacks, he was scaring the hell out of me." "Thank you, but since this is his first offence I think a good tongue lashing should do. Do you know how fast you were going, punk?" "Guess I was going a little fast. Gee, officer, I just rented this baby and was not used to the feel yet. I'm sorry Mike, I will watch myself in the future." "Well you better and don't think that because you are a friend of both his honor and me, that I am going to let you off so easy the next time. As you know our jail house is not a nice place to have to spend time in and some of my deputies would love to administer some corporal justice of their own to you." Then, turning to the Judge he added, "you should know better Judge, you should set the example. Now the two of you stop acting like two kids, get going and stay in the speed limits." "Yes officer, you have a good day now and I'll behave myself," Jesse said as he drove away slowly and returned to the place where Yethro had parked his Jeep. "I'm going back to the house to get ready for tonight. I'll see you at the cabin either late tonight or if I'm lucky, Monday morning." "Good luck!" Yethro said as he got into his Jeep and drove off to the Cabin. Jesse drove back to the town house where he packed an overnight kit then showered and got dressed for the evening. He locked the house and drove into the State Capitol and then found his way to Phyllis' apartment and knocked on the door. The door opened and Phyllis welcomed him in with a big kiss. "MMMmm she said, I missed you. Come in and tell me what the heck is going on and why so cloak and dagger like." Jesse lifted her up and carried her into the living room where he placed her on the sofa. Sitting next to her, he told her the story of her father and how they met. He asked her if she knew about her father's connection with the party. "My father has always been a member of the party, even where we lived before we moved here. I'm sure he has no connection or knowledge of anything." "I hope not because if he is involved, we could all be dead ducks." He then laid out his plan for using her as a contact between him and her boss. Even after he warned her that it might be dangerous for her, she still agreed to help. "Ok," Jesse said as he looked at his watch then continued, "It is still early and I think it would be a good idea for you to call your boss and ask him to come here so the three of us can work out the details. Do you mind? I just want to get his approval and see if he will agree to you working as an agent." "Yes, I think that is a good idea and you better hurry as he likes to leave by seven," she said as she picked up the phone and dialed. After a few moments she was put through and told her boss of Jesse's request and then put down the phone. "He said that he was on his way." Jesse took her in his arms and kissed her. "I can see that this is going to be a lot of fun, but we have to remember that business comes first!" "But there is no reason why we can't mix a bit of fun with business, is there?" "As a matter of fact, it will be a nice change of pace to act like a nice normal guy for a change. Hell, we can even charge it all up to the government!" he said, crushing her body to his and kissing her deeply rubbing his sex against hers. "I'm starved for your body. You don't know the times that I have thought about our last date. I missed you, babe. I really did not want to go back into that 'Nut bin'. You drive me wild. So wild that since I left here, I have been thinking of a way to somehow get you back into my life. And now the Judge has given us the opportunity to be together." "I missed you too, Jesse. But we'd better behave ourselves until the Director leaves, besides you did promise to take me out to eat and then go to a movie! Our last date was supposed to be like that, but we never did make it out of the bedroom," she smiled and pushed him away. "Now let me straighten myself out for the boss and you better remove my lipstick from your kisser. We will take up where we left off after business is done," she said as she went into the bathroom to check on her image. "Kill joy!" Jesse said and followed her in to wash the lipstick off his face. "You agents are all the same. Business, business, business!" After cleaning up, Phyllis put up a fresh pot of coffee and set out some small bits of refreshments. "Just remember, Jess, you do own me a dinner and a movie. Tonight is the night that you are going to pay up -- so don't eat too much!" "The only thing I want to eat right now is you. I have not forgot it, babe, I'm looking forward to spending some "normal time" with you. It's been so long since I've sat next to a woman that I think I forgotten how to behave." "Well I will just have to teach you," she said as she heard the doorbell ring and, after ascertaining that it was her boss, she let him in. The Director came in and after greeting Jess, said, "Hey man, if you wanted some time with my secretary all you had to do was ask. You did not have to go through this cloak and dagger stuff? By the way is that your BMW down stairs? I don't recall giving any authorization for that type of luxury. You know with the cutbacks we can't afford such extravagance. What's going on? "Yes it is and don't worry, the Judge is paying for it not the government. Did you get the report I sent with Mike?" "Yes and it looks like the Judge is going for the golden ring. But you know what they say about the Vice President's job being a ticket to oblivion." "Yes, but one thing I did not tell you in the report which I thought was better to tell you in person, was that the Governor has only a few months to live and then Yethro is going to take over. The man is dieing of cancer. The crafty bastard of a Bedouin wins the post and doesn't even have to run on his own for it. He gets the power for 4 years and who knows how many more after that. Another thing that has me shook up about this situation is -- how Phyllis' dad is involved in this. When he pulled her picture out at the Judge's house the other night it almost floored me!" The Director laughed and said, "According to him -- you didn't bat an eye. He thought that you were either the greatest actor in the world or you had lost your mind. Remember I told you that we had a few undercover agents in there besides you and Mike. He is one more of them." "Well that's nice to know because now I feel better about telling you I want to use his daughter as our point of contact. Let me fill you in on why." Jesse told him about the need to use Phyllis and how he would go about this. "The Judge is afraid that his homosexual life style will hurt his chances of becoming a candidate. Therefore, his son and lover must appear to be normal. It must look like the real thing and we will even have to convince the Judge that she is in love with me. You are going to have to get her another job and cover her tracks with the Agency. These people are not fools and it could get rather sticky if they find out she works for Homeland Security. I want her protected and trained as much as possible. Can this be arranged?" "All of this can be arranged, if she is willing to do it. Are you sure there is a good reason to continue our investigation of the Judge? The last time we talked you were not so sure of the project being legal. It could get very sticky. After all there is nothing subversive about a man running for public office." "Hey, need I remind you that you sent me in there in the first place! Call me an alarmist, but I really think they are up to something other than electing a Moslem governor. I don't know what it is, but something smells fishy and I can't put my finger on it just yet. But, there are a few things that have always peeked my curiosity." "What is that?" asked the Director. "Well for one thing -- the way in which the Imam is indoctrinating me into Islam. It is just that he seems to be from the more radical branch. There are times that he appears to take orders from Yethro and then again he does hold his ground, too. Another thing is why Yethro would dock an ocean going speedboat on a small lake? I can see if there were some reason, but by the time you get the thing up to speed you have to cut the motor or you run aground. He says he likes to take it on to Lake Huron, but never once has he done it, as far as I know." "Maybe he likes to have it around to show off," said Phyllis. "You don't know him yet. When you do, you will find out that His Honor never does anything to 'show off'. He is the show and you know it! Anyway there are just too many unanswered questions." "Mike feels the same way. I do think your idea of using Phyllis is a great idea. At least I will have an agent that can report to me everyday. Let's just see what happens. I'll set up everything at the office this weekend," the Director said. "You will clear out your desk Monday and I will get you a job downstairs. I will tell everyone that you got a better job offer. That way you can report to me directly. Is there anything else you will be needing?" "Just some basic training for our new agent here," Jesse said, referring to Phyllis. "She has already been through that. Did you think I would not have a trained agent as my secretary? Not with all those reports that come across my desk. I am sure that if she needs anything else, she will ask me herself." "Good, then for now, there is nothing more. We will get back to you if there is." They said goodbye and the Director wished them luck. After he left, Jesse asked her why she did not tell him she was a trained agent. "Need to know -- there was no need for you to know till now." "Ok, fair enough. Let's go out to eat. I'm hungry." They went out to eat in a Chinese restaurant and then a movie. They sat in the darkest part of the theater and made out a bit. After the show he took her to a bar and they sat at the bar, had a few drinks and played the jukebox and Jesse danced with her. "Hey, you're not a bad dancer. You don't have two left feet after all," she smiled. "Well maybe not, but I would rather dance with you in bed," Jesse whispered in her ear. He paid the bar tab and they drove home where the two of them spent the rest of the evening sitting in her large bathtub soaking together. He sat with her between his legs, his arms around her hugging her, kissing her soft neck, nibbling on her ears and kissing her. "Jess, that feels so good. I could get used to this. I hope this is not all playacting. If it is please tell me." "Phyllis, it's not all playacting! But we are both professional agents. You know very well that it is not good for agents to become too involved. We should keep our emotions in check. Keep it on a high plain. But.... damn it! You are one hot woman and I don't think I can do that. It's going to be rough for me to do that and you are going to have to remind me from time to time. I wish I could tell you we have a future together, but we don't. Let's just enjoy our time together. What will be -- will be." "Just so long as I know it's all in the job. Well we might as well have fun. After all, who knows what will happen tomorrow?" He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths and his hands all over her body. "Time we went to bed, my dear." She arose from the tub and dried herself off a bit and then helped Jesse up and handed him a fresh towel. He dried himself and then said, as he saw her wrap herself in a bathrobe, "I'm sorry I did not bring a robe." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 22 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy reading this story, please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". 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. End of Chapter 21 Jesse leaned over and kissed her then lifted her into his arms and carried her nude body and placed it in her bed under the covers and then joined her... Chapter 22 While Jesse and Phyllis were playing house the Judge and his relative were traveling in the Judge's Jeep toward Lake Huron. In tow was the boat and trailer. "Did you tell Jesse that we were going on a fishing holiday?" Dan asked. "I did not! First of all I did not know I was going until I returned to the cabin on Friday night. By the time I got the call from our friend, I just had time to haul the boat up onto the trailer and then I called you. It does not matter much, because if I know Jesse he will be gone until Sunday night - if not Monday morning. We should be back before then. In any event, I left a note at the cabin telling him I'm taking the boat for a spin on the big lake to check it out and perhaps to do a little fishing." "Won't he be a bit curious?" "What if he is? I can always tell him I am thinking of using it as a relaxation place to take my political advisers out for a few hours if the need should arise. I might even tell him I wanted a place to have a woman and sort of get him a bit jealous." "That's rather nasty of you. I thought you two were lovers. Look I like that boy and I think he is good for you. Is there something wrong? Have you two had a fight or something?" "No, not really a fight! It was my fault. You see I sort of forced him to see one of the girls that you recommended. We sort of squabbled as he really did not want to do it. He does not want to have to fool her. After all, as he says, why get her hopes up, when there is absolutely no chance that anything will come of it. Dan, he is not like us, yet. We Muslims look at women differently than Americans. He still sees them as things to love or respect, while we use them for making sons." "Hey, speak for yourself. Just because you had a bitch for a wife...." "Now don't give me that crap. I don't see you as being the perfect husband. I know you are the benefactor of some of the better class brothels in town." "I did not want to bring this up but as long as you started this, I will end it by pointing out that I did not, nor will I ever, put my wife aside for a blonde whore and a Christian one at that!" Yethro laughed, "Just look at yourself in the mirror. What good-looking whore, blond male or female, would have you? You are an old goat and you know it and you are just jealous of me!" Dan laughed and said, "Perhaps you are right. To tell the truth, I don't know if it would take much to force my wife to go to bed with another man. I think she would jump at it... That boy must really love you if you had to force him." "See, that's what I keep telling you. After all, I did set him free and he came back to me. Now his willingness to do this with that woman for my sake is all the more proof of his loyalty and love for me. And there is one more thing - his willingness and possible conversion to Islam will be the final test. That was all his idea. I have never even suggested he do this. I was shocked when he asked to take lessons from the Imam." "I just hope you will not push him too far and too fast. Yethro, even though you and I are related only by marriage, you know that I love you like a brother and do not want to see you hurt again. I know what a rough time your wife made for you at home. This boy has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to you and it would be a shame if...." "Nothing is going to happen. Jess and I have developed a great relationship and we like to kid each other but we both understand that we will always be together, so let's drop that subject." "O.K., subject dropped. Now about this man Hassin Al-Asbali. Who is he and why are we going to meet him on the middle of the lake? Why can't he enter the U.S.?" "Hassin is a very famous Egyptian cleric who is a very high and influential man in the Brotherhood. He has made or destroyed even the highest politicians. He was the man who preached not only against the President of Egypt and brought him down, but also told off the American President and warned him that unless he converted back to Islam, Obama would suffer a catastrophic defeat. He almost issued a Fatwa calling for his death. He controls millions of people with his television sermons. We are going to meet him on my boat in the middle of the lake because he has heard of my political aspirations and wants to make sure that I will follow 'the party line'. You are coming along as my party chairman to vouch for me and to lend me support. After all, you were the one that forced me into this. He has to be told that conditions in America are different. While I do agree with most everything he preaches, I cannot appear to be his puppet. He cannot dictate to Muslims here in America. We must do things our way." "Yethro, be careful! The Brotherhood...." "STOP IT Dan! I think it's about time that you stop pretending that you do not know who the Brotherhood is and your function in it. I know you are their eyes and ears here in the Mid-West. How could you have been allowed to become a party leader or I, a Judge without Brotherhood approval? Neither of us would have been allowed to become dogcatchers." "That's ridiculous. How do you know that?" "Come on Dan! Are you forgetting that I'm a Bedouin? And we have eyes and ears all over the place, even in the Brotherhood." Yethro smiled. "As for why we have to meet him on the lake -- you know he can not come here -- if it were known he was in the USA, the FBI would be on his ass like bees on a comb of honey. When we arrive at the lake this evening, we will put the boat in the water. Then I will clear our trip with the Coast Guard like I always do and in the morning we will motor out to meet him on the Canadian side of the lake. It is a big lake and we should be able to conduct our business and spend some time talking while we are fishing. If there are any Police or Boarder Patrol questions -- we are just fishing and happened to meet up. If they want, we will even invite the police to come on board. My identification as a judge should come in handy. I have done this many times and there has never been a problem." The next morning, the combination of the sun shining into the window of Phyllis' bedroom and the ringing of his cell phone woke Jesse from a deep sleep. Reaching for his cell phone he noticed that he was alone in bed. Reaching out, he picked up the phone and said, "Jesse here." "Jess, it's Mike. Something strange is going on. I know you were going into the city to see that girl so I thought I would keep an eye on the Judge. This morning I did a routine patrol around the perimeter of the Judge's property and his big boat is missing. I tried to contact him at the town house, but he is not there. Do you know what's going on?" "I don't know a thing. Maybe he is out on the lake in a hidden cove fishing." "I don't think so. I can usually spot that boat on the lake. It is kind of big you know. Also the trailer is gone!" "I'll bet he took it to Lake Huron to go fishing there. He said he likes to do that from time to time and as far as I know he did not do that for a long time. He might have thought that with my being away, he could use the time to get in some Big Lake fishing. I'll call the boss and have him check with the Coast Guard up at the lake to see if that is what he has done. Maybe I'll ask him to use one of the drones or satellites to check him out. Thanks Mike, good work," he closed the cell and got out of bed. "Jesse. Are you awake?" Phyllis called from the kitchen. "How do your want your eggs?" "Yeah, I'm awake -- just scrambled and the coffee strong and black. I have to call the boss but I'll be there as soon as I'm off the phone." He called the Director and he agreed to check with the Cost Guard. If he were out on the lake they would get a surveillance drone to check him out. Unless there was something purely illegal going on, they would do nothing except to keep him in view. "Good and let me know what you find out." "Breakfast is on the table, come and get it." Jesse had pulled on his underpants and rinsed out his mouth and came to the table. "Mmmm smells good. I could get used to this," he said bending down and kissing her. "Besides a robe, I should leave a set of pajamas here." "Oh and since when are you so formal?" "Since I learned that your daddy is an Agent and he may burst in on us with a gun in his hand. Nothing kills my day faster than being shot by the father of a beautiful girl first thing in the morning. It just puts a damper on the whole thing," he smiled. "You, by the way, were fantastic last night and if your father had shot me -- it would have been worth it!" "Well thank you! You did very well also," she smiled. "Who was that on the phone? I hope it wasn't another one of your girl friends?" He grabbed her around and kissed her lips, then held her at arms length and looked into her eyes and said, "You, my dear, are the only girlfriend I have. After last night I have been having second thoughts about your part in this operation. It could be dangerous and I don't want to see anything happen to you." "That's real sweet of you, Jess, but I kind of think I would like to be with you. Besides if I were not there -- you would still need another woman for the job. Have you decided to dump me and was that another female job applicant?" "No, it was not." And he told her about the call. "It may only be a coincidence, but why would he wait until I was gone for the weekend to take the boat to the Big Lake. One of the first things a good agent learns is that he must never believe in coincidences. Take them as being real until proven otherwise. I feel something is up and I hope the Director can get something on tape." "If there is something going on, I'm sure we will hear about it. In the meantime, there is no reason for us to sit around here all day. If something is up the boss has your cell and will call you. What do you want to do today?" Phyllis asked. "I don't know. What do you think about showing me this town?" "Well, we could go to a park for a picnic or some museums or we could just lay around all day nude and play house," she said. "I've never been to the museum, it might be fun. I'll bet that Yethro will never believe that I took you to one." "Why would you think that?" "He still thinks of me as a low-life whore without much formal education. And I think he would like to keep me that way. He keeps saying that I'm going to have to go back to school if I ever want to follow in his footsteps and run for office someday." "Do you think you ever will run for office?" "Not really, but since he could only become governor, he is hoping to run me for President after I take over the Governorship from him. He is a bit nutty on this." "I don't think he is. I think you would make a great politician. You would be better than anyone I know and I will then be able to say that I knew you when," she laughed. "Therefore, as much as I would love to do the nude bit with you all day, I think we better get your education up to snuff and take in a museum or two today." They had lunch out and went to the Museum of Art. He found Phyllis to be a very good guide and her knowledge of Art was excellent and extensive. About 2:30, as they were leaving the museum, Jesse's phone started to buzz. "Jesse here," he answered. He listened and then said, "We are on our way. We should be there in about a half hour or so!" Then, turning to Phyllis, he told her, "It's the boss. He has some news about Yethro and his fishing trip. He wants us to come see it right away." Sitting in the Director's office a half hour later, Jesse and Phyllis were introduced by the Director to two gentlemen. One was the FBI regional Director and the other was a representative of the CIA. They were viewing a tape made that morning on Lake Huron. "Jesse you know the two men in the Chris-Craft Corsair 25. They appear to be out fishing. Now watch as this other boat comes along side. It looks like another fishing party. All nice and normal-like. See how they offer the new arrivals a soft drink. Now watch as one of the men comes aboard Yethro's boat. I had the lab stop and enlarge the man's face. Have you ever seen or do you know who that is?" "No, I don't know who he is. He looks like a fat bearded slob pretending to be a fisherman to me. Who is he?" "Since you do not know him, let me introduce you to Imam Hassin Al-Asbali. Take a good look and remember his face. He is perhaps the most feared man in Egypt if not the rest of the Muslim world. He is the real power behind the Brotherhood. He sends out weekly taped sermons that are sent all over the world. They are way outside the norm and are treated like orders from God himself. He has issued Fatwas that are carried out with no questions asked. He and his organization make the Mafia look like a Sunday School. If Yethro is tied up with him, you can be damn sure that something is in the wind. And it must be important if he is here to see the Judge. In fact, I have never heard of him leaving the safety of his compound in Egypt before. I guess that answers your question about where the Judge is heading and you can be sure of one thing, Jesse. He is an agent of a cold blooded killer that thinks he is either the tool of God or maybe even God himself. Be careful, both of you. These men are professionals who don't play games. They are killers on the side of what they 'know' to be right and they love their work. They would think nothing of either killing both of you or worse yet.... " "Maybe we should leave Phyllis out of this. She is not really a trained agent and I don't want to see her endangered," Jess said. "They would love to get their hands on her. Perhaps to sell her to one of their... "Stop right there! I am a trained agent and I know all the risks." Phyllis laughed. "Besides they would never sell me. How much do you think they could get for me? Didn't Yethro say I was too old?" "If he did say that he is really crazy. You're not too old for some horny old sheik looking to pay a bargain price for a beautiful American woman to warm his bed on those cold desert nights. I have even heard of them having rented their harem women out now and then to pick up a few gold coins," the Director joked. "Albert, this is not a joking matter! The two of you will be careful," the FBI agent ordered. "I could order both of you to get the hell out of there, but we do need someone inside and if you are up to it -- we sure would like to have you continue. Besides, with Jesse's knowledge of Arabic, his position is critical." "O.K. You made your point. It's not too late for Phyllis to get out, but I am going to continue." Jesse said. "Besides I have already been in a "Harem" of sorts and if I can help put this pig away it will have been worth it." "I'm in also," added Phyllis. "I think Jesse needs someone to help him and besides I'm getting tired of sitting behind a desk all day. I need a little 'field work' for my résumé and this looks like it's going to develop into a great career maker." "Talk about cold blooded women!" Albert,the Director, joked. "I really think the two of you are going to make a good team. What are you planning on doing next?" "Well, I was thinking about taking her back with me to the cabin tonight so that I could introduce her to Yethro. That way he will feel like he has had a say in who is to be my 'Girl Friend' and also to give her a chance to get to know him." "Good idea. But, what if he is not back by then? Or what if he comes back and finds the two of you in ....?" "Well that would make for an interesting conversation bit." "Leave that to us to workout. I want him to know that I'm doing all I can to erase the image of his being a sexual deviant from the public. And besides Phyllis, and I have already worked this problem out. Now unless there are any other questions, I think we had better be going. I think that a trip to the cabin and a dip in the lake would be a good end for this day." After saying their goodbyes, they stopped by Phyllis's apartment and she picked up an over night case and a bathing suit and they drove up to the lake. During the drive Jess explained what he hoped to accomplish by having Yethro see the two of them together. "I want him to feel comfortable seeing the two of us together. He has to think that you and I have hit it off. He has to feel comfortable with the idea that you have fallen for me, yet at the same time I have to convince him that as far as I'm concerned, it is a big act. If he even thinks that I'm going to dump him for you -- it will all be over. He may either throw me out or perhaps do something to you. I'm not sure which, but as long as he thinks I still love him and am only acting in his interests, we will have it made." "That's crazy," she said. "I can't understand what you are saying or even that way of thinking." "Look, I know it's hard for an American woman to understand, but in the Muslim world the feelings and wishes of women are of absolutely no relevance. Women are to be used for the benefit of men and as long as he thinks I'm doing that, he will not question my love or allegiance to him. I know it sounds horrible but that's the way it is. The important thing is, that he becomes convinced that I'm only using you because he forced me into it or I think it will help him." "You're right. I will never understand it. I just hope you know what you're doing." "My dear, remember that I have lived among Bedouins like Yethro. They are the most wonderful people you would ever want to meet until you cross them. They have been taught to live by their own laws and the dry arid desert is a harsh teacher. It is a barren wilderness yet it produced some of the most beautiful poetry ever heard by mankind." Phyllis smiled and said, "You really love these people. Don't you?" "Yes, I do." Jesse said and then remained quiet for a long, long time. Then he looked at her and added, "Phil, its hard to explain, but, I love them the way one loves a family member that has lost his mind and does crazy things." They drove for about an hour and then they turned off the road and took the side road that led up the hill to the cabin. They stopped at the gate and Jesse gave her the keys and told her to open the gate. He pulled the car in. Parked and called out for Yethro as he told Phyllis to lock the gate. Hearing no one answer, he opened the door and entered the cabin where he found a note from the Judge explaining that he and Dan had taken the boat to the big lake and would return by Monday if not sooner. Jesse showed her the note and said she might as well come in and get unpacked and they could take a swim before they had supper. Dressed in swim gear they went down to the dock and dove in. They swam out to the raft and climbed on and rested. Jesse held her in his arms and kissed her. "How do you like our little escape home? The Judge owns all of this lake and all the land around it. He keeps telling me it will all be mine someday." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 23 Chapter 22 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy reading this story, please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". 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 22 They took showers and Jesse got dressed in one of the Arab outfits Yethro had purchased for him. When Phyllis saw him, it nearly knocked her off her feet! "OHHHHHH! My god. If that desert Sheik, Albert mentioned, looks anything like that - I might get to like warming his bed in the desert. You look so handsome in that outfit. Forget about bringing a robe and pajamas to my apartment. Bring that! I love it!" "Tell you what -- I'll have one made up for you also..." Chapter 23 "Right now I'm starving. Come, we are going to raid the freezer and the two of us are going make something to eat," Jesse said as they returned to the kitchen area. "As I remember, you do know how to cook. I remember that delicious dinner you made for me on our first date." They raided the freezer and concocted a nice dinner and then set the table with a tablecloth, wine glasses, silverware and the two candles that Yethro kept on the mantelpiece above the fireplace in case of a power outage. Jesse lit the candles and turned down the rest of the lights making the room romantic in a rustic sort of way. He bowed and pulled out the seat for Phyllis to seat herself and held it as she adjusted herself and placed a napkin in her lap. He then returned to the kitchen area and set what they had prepared before them. Just as they were starting to eat, Jesse's cell phone buzzed. Seeing the caller ID he answered the phone. "Jesse here, you sure pick rotten time to call, but what's up Boss?" They spoke for a few minutes and then he hung up. "That was Albert Green, he sends his regards and wanted us to know Yethro and Dan must have finished what they were doing on Lake Huron. They just pulled the boat out of the lake but it looks like they are going to stay the night in the Motel rather attempt coming back here tonight. They most likely will start back first thing in the morning. Albert says he has a couple of guys keeping an eye on them and he will notify me if anything changes. But for now it looks like we are clear until about tomorrow afternoon at least. I'm glad because that means we can sleep in the same bed. "I think you should still make up the sofa just in case they come early you will still have time to jump onto it to protect my honor," she laughed. He bent over and took one of her hands in his and kissed her fingers. "My dear, your honor is always safe with me," he said gallantly. They finished eating and they both did the dishes. Then Jesse made up the sofa on which they sat and listened to music on the CD player until about midnight. Phyllis got up and went into the bedroom and got ready for bed. After getting into bed she called Jesse and wished him a good night. After turning out the lights and securing the cabin Jesse then went into the bedroom and lifted the cover and joined her in the big bed. 'MMMmmm I see you did not bring any pajamas," he said as he snuggled up to her nude body. "I might get to like this, honey." "And I thought you said my honor was safe with you," she whispered. "Never ever trust the words of a Bedouin and even less those of his son! We will lie, we will cheat, we will steal, we will pillage and rape and if need be, we will murder in order to get what we want," he said as he put his arms around her and pulled her to him, "And right now it is you I want." He planted his lips on her shoulders, tasting the sweet yet slightly salty skin. "Hmmmmmm you taste so good! I am going to devour you whole, baby!" Feeling her body relax in his embrace he moved his lips to her ear and ran his tongue tip around and into the ear. Then withdrawing it, he alternated between sucking and nibbling on the lobe. Feeling her body respond and her breath deepen his lips moved down her neck and back and forth over her collarbone and then to center of her chest. Her nipples became erect and hard as he took them into his mouth and lightly sucked on first one and then the other. She sighed heavily as Jesse ran his tongue around the curves and worked his way up and down between the valleys formed by her tits then down to her belly button, which he bathed in saliva. She throbbed in ecstasy as his tongue continued its voyage down, down to savor her sweetness. He could feel her body stiffen as his lips touched and teased her womanhood and his tongue tip probed deeply into her most secret place. She moaned and tossed her head from one side to the other. His hands and fingers roamed her thighs feeling the softness of her warm flesh. He parted her thighs and softly ran his fingers over the sensitive lips of her pussy and inserted a finger. At first she resisted but then Jesse found her clitoris and she threw her head back biting her lower lip to prevent screaming out as he teased her clit with his finger then lowered his head and pressed his lips to kiss her pussy. He raised his body up and she reached her hand down and took his hard, hot vainly cock in her hand and guided it to her cunt. Although he had meant to be gentle he could not control himself and inserted his manhood almost violently into her. So rough that she winched and grabbed at his shoulders, her fingernails scratching his back as he then violently bored into her and started to pump her. Her thighs wrapped around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as he thrust in and out of her over and over. Finally, after a few moments he felt his orgasm peek and he pressed fully into her as his hot cum filled her cunt. He could feel her cunt squeeze his cock as she came also. He thrust into her a few more times to ejaculate his last drops into her as her continued orgasms milked him dry. Then they both collapsed in each other's arms and soon fell asleep. The next morning, as the sun came up over the big lake the two men were already in the motel dinner having finished their breakfast and were having their second cup of coffee. Yethro had wanted to get an early start and could not wait to get back to find out how Jesse had made out. Meanwhile he and Dan were talking, in Arabic, about the visit of the Egyptian Cleric. "You must hear what I am saying, Yethro, I do not think the Brotherhood will allow you to operate without their blessings. They are too strong and besides that the man that you met yesterday was an Imam and even the old government did not try too hard to overrule him. They never even arrested him." "I know the power that he has, but we are not in Egypt. How many times do I have to remind you and the Brotherhood of that fact? This is America and like it or not, things have to be done differently here. For us this is a whole new world and it is the reason they sent us here. We were to learn their ways and as I told him, his high-handed methods will not work here. We have to take our time and do this in the American way. We have to prove that we are not going to take over their government. We must lull them. Put them at ease and then slip into all the right positions and then and only then -- when we have the power, do we close the steel door and lock it. At that point their entire system will have fallen apart and they will be on the brink of collapse. They will come begging us for help. At that point it will all fall into our hands without even any loss of life. I think I made him understand that and if he is so hardheaded as to not understand what other choice does he have? Is he going to overthrow years of work and start again? I made him see that we have to go this way and that Jesse and I am the only choice they have. He finally agreed that as Jesse says, 'we must first get our foot into the doorway legally before we can rip it off its hinges.' Even in Egypt they waited until others had taken the risks before they showed their hand. Then and only then were they strong enough to uncover their true intentions. They may have acted too fast even in Egypt for once you start a revolution, unless you control it, it can go anywhere. I think he understood. He did promise to try it my way. He agreed that by my becoming Governor, we have won the first step in our battle. In any event, we did part as friends." Dan laughed at that. "Friends? Don't make me laugh. Just watch your back. I think you might have made a very dangerous enemy yesterday." "You need not worry about that," Yethro said as he finished off his coffee. "Like all good politicians and sons of the desert, I keep my friends close to me and my enemies even closer. Come, I think we should finish up here and get on the road now. I want to get home as soon as I can. I miss Jesse and to tell the truth I want to find out how he made out with that Goodwin girl. I really hope he has not offended her or worse yet forgot how to treat a woman. If he screwed that up -- we might as well pack up our tents, load our camels and move back to the bloody desert." He paid the bill and left a nice tip. After they walked out, two other men leisurely asked for their tab as they watched Yethro and Dan get in the jeep and leave the parking lot with the trailer and boat in tow. After they left one of them picked up his cell phone and placed a call to his boss. "Yes, Director Green, they just left and it looks like they are heading home. You better warn Jesse. It should take him about three to four hours." He then reported everything He had heard the two men talking about during their meal." "Good work and thanks to your knowledge of Arabic, we now know what that Egyptian S.O.B. was doing in Canada. I'm going to call Jesse in an hour or two and tell him Yethro is on his way home. I don't think there is any need to wake him this early. Let him have his rest. He is going to need it." However, there was no need to wake Jesse, as he was awake already. Phyllis had made him get out of bed long before sunrise and exiled him to the sofa in the living room where he tossed and turned and tried to fall back asleep. However, sleep did not come, it was of no use and at first light he got out of bed, stripped nude took a towel and went down to the dock where he jumped in and swam to the raft and back a few times. Ever since his first day up here at the cabin he loved swimming at this time of the day. The water was a real delight in the early morning. The air was calm and the birds were just beginning to sing their songs. The water, while chilled from the night air, felt good on his nude body and really woke him up. It was not like at home in the pool with its chemically treated and heated water. This water was fresh and it woke you up. After the last lap he got out of the water, dried himself off and started back up the path to the cabin. As he was walking he spotted the police chief's motorcycle at the gate and wrapped the towel tighter around his midsection and went over to see what he was doing there. "Good morning Mike, What brings you up here so early. Not playing the 'Peeping Tom' are you?" Jesse laughed. "Not really although I must say seeing you like this does give me the hots. I was just making my rounds and I spotted your rental car and thought I would check up on you." "Thanks, I would invite you in for coffee but I already have company and you know how women are in the morning. She might not like having uninvited guests for breakfast. She is not 'made up' yet. I'm sure you understand." "I don't think that one has anything to worry about. She is a stunner anytime of day. However I understand. Please give her my regards and remember that I'm here in case the two of you need me," he said as he turned the cycle around, waved goodbye and continued on down the road. Jesse walked into the cabin where he still found Phyllis asleep. He prepared breakfast and then woke her up. While they were eating he got a phone call from Albert. After he hung up he told Phyllis that Yethro was on his way and that they should get ready. About an hour later they were sitting on the rustic chairs that lined the outside porch when Yethro's jeep came up to the gate. Jesse got up and waved to them as they pulled in. "Hello," Jesse shouted as he ran to the gate and opened it. The Judge pulled into the parking lot, parked and got out and Jesse hugged him and whispered that he had brought home a guest and took him to meet Phyllis. "Judge I would like you to meet Phyllis Goodwin. You already know her father." Then to her he said, "Phyllis, this is my father, Yethro." She reached out her hand and shook Yethro's hand and said, "Your honor, it is so nice to meet you at last. Both your son and my father, who by the way sends his regards, have been filling my head with lots of stories about you -- so many that I feel I know you already. My dad did instruct me to sends his regards." "Ahhh then your father knows you are here. It is nice to meet you, finally. I wish I had been here to greet you properly when you arrived. Had Jess mentioned that he might be bringing you here I would have made it my business to be here. Among my people it is not proper for a young lady to -- but I forget this is America and much to my regret, things are not the same. After Jess left on Friday, my cousin and I got the feeling that we wanted to take the big boat for a spin on the big lake." Then turning to Jesse he chided him, "Jesse you should have called me. What will her father think of you bringing her here like this? It is not nice for the head of the house not to be here to welcome guests. Didn't your customs classes with the Imam not instructed you of this?" he questioned but realizing that Jesse, on Friday, did not know that the Judge would be away from home. He then introduced Dan to her and after Dan told her that he, too, knew her father and was glad to meet her, they all entered the cabin and Jesse cleared off his bedding from the sofa and they sat down. Jesse made them all some coffee. "You have a very lovely cabin here, your honor and I feel terrible that I have invaded your space by sleeping in your bed last night. We did not know you were away and had planned to return home last night after sundown but Jesse insisted I had to stay and meet you as well as see the sunrise over the lake. It must be nice to have a place to get away to like this." "Yes it is very nice and we have been thinking of adding on a bed room or two, but Jesse does not want to spoil the rustic feeling. I do hope you had a good nights sleep and that when you come again, Jesse, will bring not only you but your father also to our town home where we can give you more suitable accommodations. Perhaps a suite of rooms. Please, drop the 'Your Honor'. My name is Yethro to my friends and I hope you will think of me as a friend." They talked for about an hour and then Jesse told them that they had to get back to the city, as she had to get to work in the morning. He helped load her stuff in the car and while she waited in the car he excused himself and went back into say his goodbye to Yethro. "Well," Jesse asked. "What do you think? Will she be acceptable as my 'Girl friend'? Should I keep her -- or look around someone else?" "I think you are having too much fun with this 'girl friend' thing. She is lovely -- but did she really sleep alone in my bed?" "Unfortunately," Jesse smiled. "She did and if we are going to do this again I want a pull-out bed in here. She did not even want to stay in your house without you here. I almost had to force her to stay. She didn't even want to sleep in your bed. She wanted to sleep on the sofa, but I insisted that she use your bed," he lied. "My son both you and I know that you are a big liar. However, I like her," Yethro laughed. "Now take her home and get back here so I can fuck the hell out of you. But only after I remake "OUR" bed." He grabbed Jesse and kissed him hard. "That my love is just to remind you that you still belong to me -- free or slave." Jesse smiled and whispered, "no, my love, never as a slave, but as a free man I'm always yours." As they left the compound and the car proceeded down the road, Yethro said to Dan, "I like the girl, I just hope we won't have to kill her later." "Kill her!!!" Dan shouted. Why in the hell would you want to kill her or even harm her? We still control Jesse and I think, in time, we can do the same to her." "I saw the way Jesse looked at her. It was not the way you or I look at women. I think he is falling in love with her." "Well, Yethro, just in case you forgot, Jesse is not one of us! Not yet anyway! I know he loves you and will do anything you want him to do. Besides, if we do have to remove her there are other more profitable ways of doing it. I think we could get a nice bit of gold for her and perhaps have a bit of fun at the same time?" Dan smiled. "Yes we can and will drug her and ship her off to one of your family in the dessert or perhaps to some brothel in Singapore, where they know how to use a beautiful body like hers and no one will ever hear from her again." "That's what I like about you, Dan, you always come up with these wonderful Ideas. Are you sure that you are not Bedouin?" "I guess hanging around with you has rubbed off on me." "Could be that, Yes it could be! I just hope it has also rubbed of on Jesse," The Judge moaned. "I can see the change in him everyday. I can almost see the wheels in his head plotting and scheming. Just like one of us! I cannot wait for him to choose the way of Allah. My only regret is that he will have to loose the foreskin.. Well, time will tell." "Yes it will -- but do we have that much time?" To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 24 Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual disclaimers apply. If you enjoy reading this story, please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". 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. End of Chapter 23 "Could be that, Yes it could be! I just hope it has also rubbed of on Jesse," The Judge moaned. "I can see the change in him everyday. I can almost see the wheels in his head plotting and scheming. Just like one of us! I cannot wait for him to choose the way of Allah. My only regret is that he will have to loose the foreskin. Well, time will tell." "Yes it will - but do we have that much time?" Chapter 24 After Jesse and Phyllis drove off, the Judge said, "Come, Dan, help me place the boat back into the lake and then I'll drive you home. It's been a long day and I want to be rested by the time Jesse gets back home. I also want to stop off at the car rental place and see about buying that car for Jesse." "That's a very expensive gift for him. Are you sure he is worth it? Can you afford it?" "Worth it! Just look at what he is doing for me. He has to make a good impression on the public and that girl. As for my being able to afford it, I can afford it. Besides while I can travel around in a jeep, you really can't expect a first class woman like Phyllis to arrive at a classy function in an old working man's car, can you? Besides, Jess does look so right behind the wheel of that car. Perhaps I am spoiling him - but I think he is worth it! Now, help me put the boat in the lake!" After getting the boat back in the water the Judge drove his cousin home. "Come on in and have a cup of coffee. I think you have lots of time as Jesse may not be back for a few hours. We can talk about the upcoming party convention." As they walked into the house, the judge noticed an Arabic newspaper that most of his Arab acquaintances had delivered to their homes and, while Dan prepared the coffee, Yethro picked it up and started to read it. His eye just happened to catch an article at the bottom of the first page that interested him. He sat down and read it and by the time Dan returned with the coffee he was smiling broadly. "What's got you in such a happy state of mind?" Dan asked as he set down the pot and cups. "Did you have time to read this story about the great state of Oklahoma?" "No, I haven't had time to look at my copy yet. It came just before I got your call about the meeting. Anything interesting?" Dan asked. "As a matter of fact there is! You do remember that thing that Oklahoma did in their last election? You remember, the one where they pushed through an amendment to their State Constitution that would have barred the use of Sharia law in state courts under any and all circumstances? At the time you warned me that It looked like what I had been doing in my court was unlawful. You ordered me to watch my rulings and myself." "Yes, I remember. It passed by over 70% if I remember correctly," his cousin said. "It was a terrible setback for us!" Well, a U.S. District Judge just ruled that the amendment violated the freedom of religion provisions of the U.S. Constitution." "No kidding! I don't believe it! What does it mean?" "It means if this ruling holds up, and I see no reason why it should not, that as long as both parties agree to accept Sharia law as their means of determining their case, then the ruling is legal and binding." "You are joking!" "No I'm not! Here read it for yourself! We are on our way at last! We have our foot in the doorway. Jesse was right and barring a U.S. Constitutional Amendment - we can start to pull that door off its frame. With this ruling holding up, my getting the Governorship, and with more Muslims running and being elected to State and Federal offices, it is only a matter of time. Nothing can stop us now. Mark my words - we are well on our way to the creation of the American Caliphate that will replace this so-called Republic." "Not so fast, what if they want to add that Federal Constitutional Amendment declaring this a Christian country and forbidding the use of Sharia law?" Dan asked. "That would take a long time to do and it would open the door to many more problems than it would solve. You would have all the nut fringe guys demanding that their amendments be added also. The Christian Nation idiots would be only the first and perhaps the weakest, the anti-gun nuts, the term limits people, the legalizing of all drug people, the gay marriage people and the anti-income tax people to name a few. No, it would never happen. In all the years that the US Constitution has been in place there have been only a few new amendments. It is just too difficult a process. And even if there were to be a Constitutional Convention, the 'in fighting' would kill off the government and then we will pick up what is left and establish our Caliphate. It's going to take a while but, you mark my words, I think both you and I will live to see it, my friend. Some day soon we will have a Muslim President and government here. Who knows, I might be the first Caliph or maybe even Jesse. You'll see these Americans are going to let us take over without a real fight. We will do it by their law and they will help us." "Well as long as you are going to be the Caliph and as long as you are dreaming - what about me? What position do you have in store for me?" Dan laughed. "You will have any office you want. I might even see to it that you run the reconstituted slave trade. There are many in this country that think we made a big error when we outlawed that practice and when we take over, that is going to be the first order of business. We will do away with all the prisons. They cost too much to run anyway and why not make them pay for themselves. Yes! We will have to re-establish the slave trade and the markets to get rid of all the criminals as well as the people who will try to overthrow the new order. Instead of sending them away for years and having to pay for their up keep - we can sell them off as cheap labor. You would be perfect for heading up this department. After all, you did come up with that idea about disposing of my son's woman friend. I think the job would suit you very well. If you want, I would even allow you to test each slave first." "Thank you, my Lord, and, of course, as a result of this I would be only to happy to have all those young men for you and Jesse to sample before we send them off to market. I know both of you would love that! You are an old Bedouin and he is fast becoming a young one. 'Goats, young girls and very young boys' as the saying goes." "As much as I would have agreed to that a few years back, I'm afraid that I am getting too old and settled in my ways. Jesse is really enough for me. I guess I love him and will only need him. Who knows by the time this all takes place, Allah may will it that Jesse will feel the same way about me," Yethro said. "MMMMM - thinking about that, I should be getting back to the cabin and getting it ready for Jesse when he returns. He told me he missed me and was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed with me. Let me let you in on a big secret - both you and I know he really did not sleep on that damn sofa, but I will allow him to fib about it because it's nice believing that that rogue did sleep with her and is afraid to tell me that he did. It's just one of the small inconsistencies of our love." "Yes, we all keep things from our lovers. It allows us to have fun and live out our dreams. Be careful my friend. First things first - you have to be nominated and elected to the office before all of this can come about. Go to that car dealership now and purchase that BMW for him. Behave yourself! As far as Jesse goes, just remember that he is only doing all this for you." The next few weeks before the convention proved to be both exciting and exhausting. Jesse and the Judge toured the state from one end to another in the new car. The Judge's picture along with Jesse and occasionally Phyllis were plastered all over the news media. The Judge's son and his girlfriend became the darlings of the news media. There were all kinds of rumors about their sneaking off to get married. They became an item and the public just loved hearing and seeing them. By the time the convention was called to order, it was almost certain that the Judge would get the nomination and when the vote was taken it was more like a coronation than a nomination. The party's gubernatorial candidate and his nominated Lt. Governor along with their families stood on the platform and waved to their adoring party delegates and made speeches accepting the nomination. No one questioned or thought there was anything unusual about the Judge and his family. As the confetti and balloons fell Yethro, Jesse and Phyllis along with the Governor's family waved to the crowd. "Now on to the election," screamed Yethro in Jesse's ear as he threw his arms around Jess and Phyllis hugging both of them. Later that night after they had dropped off Phyllis at her home, both he and Yethro had returned to their town house, the judge suggested that they both needed to relax in the pool. "It went very well tonight, but now we need to relax," the Judge said to Jesse. "And I think a nude dip in the warm indoor pool is just what this doctor would prescribe." Jesse still exuberant from the excitement of the convention said, "I think the election will be a runaway. We are going to blast our way into the Governor's Mansion. My only worry is that we will not be able to have moments like this once you take over. Do you think they have an indoor pool at the Governor's house? Will we be able to skinny dip like this? For that matter will we be able to even live together there?" "Don't worry, love, if they don't have an indoor pool - I'll have one put in. I'm not going to give this up for anything," he said as he swam over to Jesse and took him in his arms and kissed him. "As far as our living together, I think it will be even better for us than it is now. Our security forces will keep the press far away. Look at what all the Presidents have been able to get away with. If I had to give up our fun times together, I would resign from the office. I do not think I could endure the strain without you by my side. Besides by the time I'm in charge of the state - it will be a new world. No one will question us about our relationship, not if they want to keep their heads! Did they ever question the Mayor of New York City about his sexuality once he was elected to office? Everyone knew he was never going to marry that Ex-Miss America. And he served three terms!" "Wow! That's what I wanted to hear. While I don't mind her as a dinner or social affair companion, I was beginning to worry that you were going to have me marry Ms. Goodwin just to keep up the appearances." "What, are you getting tired of her so soon? Just remember that you will have to keep her until at least after the election. Her father is still a big man in the party and it just would not look good if you dumped her too soon. Is she really that hard to take?" "She is not hard to take at all. She is fun and nice to be with. Her father is even a very nice guy and easy to get along with. I know all this, but there are times that I just wish that I did not have to lead her on... Do you know what I mean? She is really a nice woman but I think she is falling for me. I just hope that you will not force me to marry her just to keep her father's support." "Force you!" the Judge laughed. "Jess, you have to be kidding me! Now tell me the truth, since I gave you your freedom and even before that, when have I ever been able to force you to do anything you did not want to do in the first place? I would never do anything like that! We have become partners in all we do. We talk, we discuss, and we act together. If anyone is the unseen power in our relationship - it is you - not I!" "You did insist that I date her in the first place! It was you who was afraid to let the public know we were living together in a homosexual relationship," Jesse pointed out by poking his finger at him. "And you even picked her out for me!" "I stand corrected. You are right. You are 100% right on that point. However, my love, at some point, we must think of your future and who comes after you to carry on our heritage. After all, you do bear my family name and the responsibility of carrying it on. As I told you a while back, when the time comes for you to take a woman for the purpose of producing an heir, we will choose a nice Arab Muslim girl for you. One who is young, beautiful, will produce a lot male children and most important of all - one who will keep her damn nose out of "Our" bedroom and her ass out of my bed," Yethro laughed. "Now come here and show me how much you missed me. Do you realize that this is the first time we have had to ourselves since this campaign business started?" The two of them met at the low end of the pool again and embraced kissing each other. "You don't know how empty I felt and how I longed to hold you and kiss you when you got the nomination. I wanted us to be like Al Gore and his wife at his nomination. It was frustrating, that at the height of our joint victory that I could not show my true feelings for you in public." Jesse said. "That goes for me as well. It was frustrating to say the least. However, we are alone now," Yethro, said taking Jesse by the hand and leading him up the pool steps and into the sauna where a massage table was set up. After they had dried each other off Yethro told Jesse to lie down, face up, on the padded table and he would help him to relax and relieve his tension. "In the days of the Ottomans it was called a Turkish bath. Today we use a sauna and full body massage. I'm not sure which is better, but you just relax and let me do my magic." The Judge whispered into Jess's ear as he took the lid off a jar of lotion and placed a large dab of it in the palms of his hands. Then rubbing his hands together he placed them on Jesse's shoulders. He slowly kneaded his skin, working the lotion into the tight neck and shoulder muscles. He worked slowly using his strong fingers to draw away the pain and relieve the tension. He made his way down until he came to Jesse's nipples. At that point he added more lotion as he felt the nubs grow bigger and harder. As the moans came from the young man's throat Yethro could feel the aroused nipples grow hard and begin to stand out against his finger. He rubbed in a circle, tracing each nipple, his fingertips playing in the blond hairs that surrounded each darkened lobe. The lotion made the hairs darker and plastered them down against Jesse's skin. "Oh babe, fuck yeah," the young man moaned. "Feels good, does it?" Yethro asked. For an answer, Jesse just groaned and smiled. The Judge continued his massage, adding more lotion as he traveled through the brown chest curls that spread along Jesse's body. When he finally arrived at the place where his legs joined, he felt the thick brown bush that grew there as it began to tickle his fingers. He slowly pressed down and rubbed in circles, feeling the wet matted tangles against his own skin. "Oh, shit, Judge, this feels so fucking awesome," he moaned. "You, my lover, are a master at this!" The older man watched as the younger man's cock stretched to its limit, the skin tight and veins dark blue, the foreskin retracted to the point where it became almost painful. "I can see how much you enjoy my touch," he said as he continued rubbing the hairy crotch of his willing victim, one hand in the wetted down curls, the other starting at the tip of the hard dripping cock and slowly making its way down to the hairy base. Then he took his hand from the cock forest and slowly made his way down to the full hairy nut sac below. When he found the two heavy balls, he slowly and gently took them between his fingers and carefully rubbed them between his fingers. With the one hand on Jesse's balls, he started stroking his thick cock with the other. He guessed it to be at least seven inches long as he took the hard thick length between his fingers and started slowly to jack the skin. As he stroked Jesse's cock, his other hand left his hairy ball sac and went down in search of the love chute he knew had to be there waiting. "Oh, my God," Jesse groaned when he felt Yethro slip his lubricated finger deep inside his ass. The Judge started stroking Jess even harder, and with each jack, he fucked his finger faster and with more force inside his tight hole. "You're going to make me cum," his young lover warned. "Shoot your cock," the Judge cried out. "Think of fucking my tight hairy hole and shooting deep inside me." That did it for Jesse. "Fuck, I'm coming," he screamed. As Yethro continued finger fucking his hole and stroking his thick dick, he watched as the first rope of creamy hot spunk shot out the tip and landed between Jesse's two hairy nipples. A second rope, followed by a third, a fourth, and then a fifth landed as well and slowly made its way down through the hairy treasure trail on his stomach. For a time, his energy gone, the young man laid on his back, his eyes shut. When he opened them, he said, "See what I'm talking about? There's something about you, that even a simple jack off by you and I'm knocked unconscious. No woman can do that to me." "Not too unconscious to be unable to take care of this boner that I have now?" The Judge asked as he took a wet towel and cleaned off the evidence of their lovemaking and leaned over and kissed Jesse. "You see now I can't wait to get inside you." "Come here and let me feel that thing inside me," ordered Jesse. His Honor placed a pillow under the backside of Jesse and got up on the table between the legs of his young lover and placed his cut cock tip against the ass ring and pushed slowly inside. Jess shivered as he felt the tip of the circumcised cock go inside his wet hole. The Judge pushed, causing his cock to slide all the way inside, invading the love hole and working it's way like a guided missile deep until his black bush was rubbing and tickling the firm white ass cheeks. The older man's dark cock started working in and out of his young lover's rectum, first with gentle fucking motions, and then finally, the need to thrust hit his brain, and he began pounding Jesse's ass, his balls slamming Jesse's ass cheeks, grinding into his fuck hole and rubbing over and over his prostrate. "Fuck Judge, that feels so good. I love you pounding me like this." Jesse worked harder, his backside working back and forth, up and down, sucking and squeezing his lover's tool working it from head to base, the dark curls brushing against his ass, tickling him, driving him on until suddenly he heard Yethro scream, "I'm going to shoot, I'm going to fill your love hole with my hot cream," he warned. Suddenly the first spurt of thick man juice shot out and sprayed the deeps of his lover's innermost secret place. Jesse's rectum swallowed each wave of cum and never lost a drop. His ass continued sucking until he had the last bit of cream out of Yethro's cock. He milked it and milked it until he was sure he had sucked it completely dry then he tried to pull away, but Yethro would not let him. "Kiss me," he told Jesse. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 26 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed forces and First responders. 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. Please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming. End of Chapter 25 "It's nice to know that I am needed and appreciated," Jesse said sarcastically as he got up to leave the meeting. "Just remember to tell the President that if I stay - I will have to convert and that would necessitate having my cock cut - I just don't know if he or my country warrants that. I am no hero, nor do I want to be a hero, or even if I want to make such a sacrifice for my fucking country." Chapter 26 "Where do you think you are going? Get your damn ass back in here!" screamed Director Green as Jesse opened the door and prepared to leave. "You shut that fucking door and sit down! We both work for the President and we will do whatever he says. Who the hell do you think you are talking to! What the hell did you mean by that?" "Just what I said," Jesse said, closing the door and replying in a controlled voice. "There is just so much that I will do for you and the President and I don't think having myself 'cut' is in my Job Description. Just in case you did not know or forgot, Yethro is no longer just a judge that could be removed from office, willy-nilly." "Yes, the bastard is now the dictator of one of our states. Thanks in great part to you!" Director Green pointed out. "No not the dictator, at least not yet! And I doubt that I had that much to do with it, but anyway, he is now a legitimately elected government official responsible to the electorate. As long as he stays within the law, he has the right to govern and do, as he wants. Only if he goes outside the law can we take matters into our hands. Don't worry sooner or later he, like most demagogues, will cross that line." "And I want and need you around and on our side to report it to me. You are the only one that we have that is close to him. That fool trusts you, and until now, so have I. We have no one else. If the time comes and we have to use force, you will be the one to carry out the order. I want your assurance that you will do whatever you are ordered to do! I want you right where you are and if I have to - I will defend you with the President. The only problem is that while he never comes right out with it 'the man' keeps pressing me to push this traitor into making an error. You have got to understand that the President is first and foremost a politician. I think he is afraid that Yethro and all his new friends are becoming too powerful. He thinks they will form a new party and overthrow the two-party system in this country. Aside from that - since he has become the Governor he has made lots of contacts and together they are putting all kinds of pressure on the Congress to cut our Defense and Homeland funds. You and I both know that without that money, we might as well learn Arabic and how to pray 5 times a day to Allah. There will be nothing to stop them once the military, the C.I.A., the F.B.I. and Homeland are defunded. Who is going to stand up to these bastards?" "How about all our armed citizens? There are still plenty guns floating around that could make it difficult..." "Your father and his friends are seriously looking to amend the constitution making it possible for him to run for the Presidency - how long do you think they would allow gun ownership to continue?" "I was talking about the unofficial Militias." "If by that you mean the right wing militias, how long do you think even those idiots could hold out? You know as well as I do that those morons wouldn't last a week. We would be lucky if they didn't kill each other off first," he laughed. "But seriously, Yethro and his friends have become a danger, even more so than the "Tea Partiers" were or could ever be. They have at least stayed within the Republican Party. They act as a splinter group with little if any chance of becoming a majority of that party. They know damn well that as a separate party they would never have any sort of real power. However, Yethro and his friends are beginning to draw support from both parties as well as a lot of independents and it looks like they will soon become strong enough to run candidates in most states. Both the President and the opposition party are beginning to feel the pressure and want Yethro, shall we say 'put out of the picture'. They feel that he is going to divide the country into two parts - the Northeast and the rest of the country. He has to be stopped and if he continues, the President is likely to use anything to stop him, including your homosexual relationship with Yethro." "That won't work. He will just say that he realized Sharia law legally enslaved me. However, he was able to use that law to rescued me from a life of prostitution." "How did he do that?" the Director asked. "Well Sharia Law permits slavery of non-believers, but it also provides for a slave to be set free if his master wants to free him or if the slave converts to Islam," Jesse said. "In my case he purchased me from Sultan and then permitted me to choose freedom or to stay with him. I chose both. Then as an act of kindness he took me back and made me his legal son and heir. He will just tell them that he and Sharia Law pulled me out of the gutter and made me respectable. As recompense he not only gave me a job and is sending me to school, but adopted me as his legal son. He can and will point out that's what he is trying to do with the country. All of which is true in a large sense," Jesse continued. "Look, the more you try to paint this guy as a villain, the more he is going to come out smelling like a rose. We have had 'Teflon' Presidents before, well you could call him the 'Teflon Governor'. The people just love him and think he is the new messiah. Remember that Yethro comes from a long line of Holy Men. He is even named after the father of Moses. If you try to crucify him, it will only confirm what they think. It will backfire on you and remember what happened to the last crucified messiah." "Are you telling me that people will believe that he is some sort of savior? A new Jesus?" "People believe what they want to believe. You can make them believe what ever you want! Have you ever watched some of the things that appear on the History Channel? Or heard the right wing religious programs on T.V.? Alien Gods, the end of times and all that crap. Over and over, day in, day out. You can tune in to it 24/7. After a while it seems so real that even I have to question things. Sooner of later even Yethro will begin to believe he is the awaited one. To tell the truth, I'm not sure he doesn't believe it now." "I didn't know that Muslims believe in a messiah?" "Oh Yes! They sure do! He is called 'al-Mahdi'. Ask the your British friends in MI-5 & MI-6 about this. They had many Muslim uprisings in India when they ruled it. Most were caused by fake al-Mahdis. The real one will come to earth bringing peace and justice and restoring the true religion (Islam) for a period of seven to nine years before the end of the world," said Jesse. "But before he comes there will be holy war the likes of which the world has never seen. Jihad it is called, just incase you have forgotten the phrase." "It sounds like a fairy tail of some kind," the Director said. "Are there any Muslims who don't believe in this al-Mahdi?" "While not all Christians believe in the End Times, most if not all Muslims do or want to believe. There are two major sects in Islam, Shia and Sunni. They both believe in al-Mahdi, but the Shiites perhaps a little more strongly. Some Shiites believe that after the death of the founder of Islam there were Twelve Imams who were divinely chosen or inspired to interpret Allah's laws. The first of these was Ali, the son of Mohammed. Other Imams followed until the year 873 when, according to tradition the last in this line of Imams just disappeared. Tradition says that he did not die, but instead went into hiding. His reappearance will herald the 'Last Days'." "And they believe this fairy tail? How can any educated, modern person believe in such...?" Jesse, interrupting him, said, "Why is this so hard for you to understand? Is it any different than the resurrection of Christ or the 'Revelation and Last Days' of the Christian faith. The only difference is that there are large sects within Islam who believe that it is their duty to help along the entire process by killing off as many or all of us infidels and non-believers as they can. Those that are not killed will be enslaved. These sects think nothing of killing millions even if in the process, they have to die themselves. They would gladly sacrifice billions of their own to slaughter every non-Muslim on earth." "And there is no way we can convince them that they are wrong?" "The truth, the hard truth, is no! There is no way at all! You cannot reason with fanatics. And most of them are fundamentalist fanatics who would and do kill even their own people if they get out of line. So you see, George Bush and all the idiots that we have elected have been wrong when they talked about the 'moderate good' Muslims. There is no such animal! If there are they are too scared of the leaders. Winston Churchill was one of the few westerners to not only realize this but said it early on, that this is really a war of religion against religion. Culture against culture. It is sad to say that he was right and nothing has changed since his days. We have to wake up. There is no other way - we must kill them before they kill us." Jesse said and concluded, "There is no re-educational way or process to avoid this. You cannot reason with Jihadists. One way or the other - it comes down to them or us." "You're confusing me! I don't understand! You just said that we have to kill them. Before that when I said that the President was thinking of using any method to get rid of Yethro you said that killing him will not help. What the hell do you mean?" "I know it is confusing but just killing him will not help anymore than the hanging of John Brown prevented the Civil War from coming. Nor for that manner in our own time, did the death of Hitler stop Anti-Semitism. The only thing we can do is to watch and wait until Yethro makes his big mistake and we can nail him.. And he will make that error. And when he does - we have to be there to catch him and bring him to trial and convict him not only by our Constitutional Law, but also by his Sharia Law. That's the only way we can do it. We have to follow both the Constitution and somehow make it look as if it was the will of Allah. We have to hope that God is on our side and not theirs." "But God is with us - isn't He?" the Director asked. "I sure hope so, although there are times I have to question it! And perhaps that is the difference between the fanatics and me - I always question myself! Now, if you don't mind, I'll get back to work." "Would you like to tell the President what you just told me? I mean tell him face to face." "My telling him this will not change anything except to get both of us in trouble. No one, not even he wants to hear the truth! I think he already knows the truth. He just has his head in the sand..." "I still think you should tell him face to face. That way both of us can be sure that he knows why this is taking so long. If and when he has to give that kill order, you and I will at least have the satisfaction of knowing he acted with the knowledge of the facts. The problem with our system of government is that our President never ever gets to hear directly from the agents in the field. He always gets his facts second or third hand at best. There is a wall of stone built around him that isolates and prevents reality from seeping through. I'm not even sure if it is he that wants it that way or if it is his advisors who want it this way. To cover their asses, they may want only the good news to be set before him. Once, just once, I would like him to talk to an agent in the field. Perhaps if he heard it from your mouth he might lift that head of his out of the sand and then take some action based on facts instead of hearsay." "I really think it is a crappy idea that will do nothing, but if you think you can arrange it and keep the whole thing secret - I'll meet with him. I know he will not like what I have to say but someone has to say it. If it should ever get out that we met I would be dead meat," Jesse said. "You know I take a chance even coming to meet you here. The only way I can get away with it is to say that I'm meeting Phyllis who works downstairs for a date." "There is little chance that anyone knows that our office is here. It is not that we hang a sign on the door. All of our people, including the custodial staff, are security cleared and loyal. But I will arrange something that will cover your backside. After all, I am the head of Homeland Security and should be able to pull it off. The man has to be made aware of the situation. Even if nothing happens - we will at least be able to say we tried." A few weeks went by and Jesse heard nothing. He had given up on the meeting until Yethro came into his office one day and asked him how he would like to meet the President! The question almost floored him. He sat there, his mouth open and in a state of shock. The Judge just stood there smiling. "How did you arrange that?" Jesse was finally able to get out. "Well it appears that our State and our administration has attracted a lot of attention lately and because of our progress, the next meeting of the Conference of State Governors is scheduled be held here." "Congratulations Governor," Jesse said standing up and bowing deeply from the waist. "That is great news and a great honor, but what has that got to do with my meeting the President?" "Well, since you are my chief aid and secretary, I am placing you in charge of making all the arrangements. The President has been invited to address the conference and while he still has not decided if he will attend or not, we still have to be prepared. This will mean that in addition to arranging for the protection of all those Governors and working with their Security People, you will have to work with the Secret Service to make arrangements for the protection of the President. It's a big job and one that must be handled with delicacy and, shall we say, tact. You are the only one I can trust with the task. I was speaking to the President's People and they would like to meet with you not only here, but also they may want you to come to Washington and work with them on the Presidential security. When I first suggested you for the job, they were kind of wary about it and at first refused to even consider you. I guess that they were concerned about your past for some reason. You know the fact that you worked in a place of ill repute and all your name changes. I told them that you had reformed yourself. I did explain that as my adopted son, I take full responsibility for you! If they were not comfortable with my personal assurances about your loyalty and competence - the President need not come. I also pointed out that the President, himself, had worked with many 'bad kids' when he was a legal advocate to the poor. Therefore I was sure that he would not object to my having followed his example. Well it looks as if they folded because they just called me back and said that they had checked you out and that they will allow it if they are in charge and you are willing to follow their orders." "What did you tell them?" Jesse asked. "I agreed. What else could I do? After all they are responsible for his safety and I would not like you to carry that on your shoulders. It's a big thing for me to have him here and it is one step up our ladder to national recognition. Will you do it for me?" "I'm not really qualified to do this myself. I will need a lot of help and money for the arrangements." "Don't give me that shy guy routine, I know you better! You are qualified and besides, I don't trust anyone else. You will have all the help you need. I have already alerted the State Police and don't worry about the money. Most of it will come from the Federal Government. Besides it will give you experience for your political future." "My future? And what future is that?" Jesse asked. "You know that I'm grooming you to be the President someday!" Jess laughed at this but said. "I really don't want to do this - but seeing as you want it - I'll do it. And as for me being President... that will never happen. You will be able to run before I have any chance at all!" In the next few days after it was announced that the Governors Conference was to be held there, the State Capital became a mad house. Hospitality committees and housing had to be arranged as well as security set up. One day, Jesse was busy trying to arrange some of the security details when Yethro came bursting into his office just as his phone began to ring. Yethro signaled him not to pick it up yet, and then told him that the phone call was most likely the Director of Homeland Security. "He just called me and I referred him to you. I just want to see how you handled it." Jess smiled at the Governor, picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Governor's Office, may I help you?" "Hello! I hope so. Is this Mr. Jesse Allwadii that I'm talking to?" Mr. Green asked in a formal tone. "Yes it is. To whom am I talking?" "I'm Director Philip Green from Homeland Security. I'm calling on behalf of the Secret Service, regarding an upcoming Presidential visit to your city." "I was wondering when I would get a call from Washington on this." "I'm not in Washington. I'm here, right in your city and I wonder if it would be possible for you to drop by my Hotel room tomorrow at 10 in the morning. There are a few details we have to work out." "You want me to come to your hotel tomorrow morning?" Jesse asked. "I'm sure I can, but let me check my calendar and with the Governor - he is right here." He did this to let Director Green know that he was not alone in his office. Jesse looked at Yethro and Yethro said it was O.K. Then he said into the phone that tomorrow would be fine for a meeting. "By the way what time would you like me to be there again? What are your telephone number and the address of your hotel and room number? Please forgive me - what was your name again?" Jesse, acting like he did not know the Director from a hole in the wall, took all the information and wrote it down on his daily calendar and after thanking him for the call, hung up. The Judge smiled and said, "Aside from the fact that you appeared to be a bit nervous, you handled that rather well. I spoke to the Chief of the State Police and he tells me that you are also doing very well with his group. From what I hear the feedback from the other Governors has been fantastic. I'm proud of you. I'm sure you will do well with the Feds also. I want you to know, if there is anything you need - just ask for it." Jesse got up, walked out from behind his desk and looked up and down at the Governor. "Yes, there is something I not only want but need," he said as he walked over to the door connecting his and Yethro's offices and locked and bolted it. Then quickly walked over and locked and bolted the public access door, assuring them of complete privacy. Turning his back to the door he leaned back against the door and continued to stare at Yethro. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 27 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. 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. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story and Special Thanks to two very special fans for their help with part of this chapter. Thanks for the education guys. Please keep those letters coming. End of Chapter 26 "I hate to think of the day when you are forced to take a woman to your bed in order to give us a son. I will hate every minute that you have to spend with her making her with child. Just remember that when she has a boy, it will be 'OUR' son, yours and mine, not hers." Chapter 27 "If that is the case -- why not skip the whole marriage bit and we just adopt a child of our own right now? It would be much simpler that way." "Yes, perhaps in your world, but in mine it would be an admission that I have not been able to sire a child and that all the rumors about us having sexual relations are true. And doing that is a NO-NO. We cannot admit to that in the open. Even you have said it would be the end of my political life as well as any hopes of your following in my footsteps. I was able to adopt you only because my ex-wife refused to have children of her own. Besides if we do have to adopt a child it would have neither your nor my blood in him and that is unacceptable to me." "In today's world, I can not see that that makes any difference. I really don't get this duplicity, but if it makes you happy..." "That is because you are still Christian and you live in a world that says, 'Love conquers all!' Laws, customs and tribe mean nothing to you. Only Love! When will you get it through your head that 'love crap' fades in time? It, like the rest of your society, will soon perish when we take over. But you, my love, have nothing to fear. You are my son and after your conversion you will be one of us -- a child of Islam. Until then, you just keep doing what I tell you to do and it will work out just fine. For now all you have to worry about is the security of the President," Yethro said. "That should keep you busy for a while. Now get out of here, I have to see Dan and tell him about these developments." "You should keep it quiet for a while, at least until I get back and we are sure that he is coming." "You may be right about that. However, I know he is going to put in an appearance. He has to. This is a great opportunity for him to try to cut me down to size." "It can also be your opportunity to be the diplomat and try to win him over. After all if he does have Muslim blood in him, he can't be all that bad," Jesse laughed. "After all his father was one of "us" and it has to come out in the long run! Now it's time to get back to work. We are supposed to be on State Time, you know!" "Fuck State Time, we need to relax more. Just remember to schedule another "Break" before you leave for Washington." "I can't promise, but I'll see what I can do. It all depends on what Mr. Green has to say tomorrow. I was hoping to go to Washington early next week and get the security thing settled. However, I have to try to get to Mosque and class this Friday. The Imam was very angry with me during our last lesson. I guess I was kind of flippant with him and he almost threw a fit." "What did you do now?" Yethro asked exasperatedly. "Will you just try and stay on his good side ¬-- for now ¬-- we may need him in the future. Besides when you do convert, it will be him that most likely will perform the circumcision. I think you would like to stay on his good side. You never know -- that knife might just slip. I thought that the two of you were getting along so well." "Circumcision, that's what caused his tirade. I thought that we were getting along also. But this last time he just turned purple when I asked if it was that important that I get "cut" in order to convert or if it was really important that it be done without anesthesia," Jesse said. "I never saw him so upset. You would have thought he would have pulled out a blade and done it right there! Why?" "I guess it is partly my fault. I should have warned you. I'm surprised he was that angry with you. You could not have known the real deep root connection between circumcision and the Muslim. He was really angry with me for not telling you this. As your father, I should have been the one to tell you this. Jesse, you have to understand we never use the term 'cut'. You see circumcision is a badge of honor to us Muslims. We never refer to it as 'being cut'. While there may be some academic/health and religious reasons for this practice among non-Muslims, for the Muslim man it is fundamental to his inclusion in Islam. It is our connection to the prophet Mohamed and father Abraham. It is often referred to as the "ring" of Abraham (like a ring in a marriage). Your flippant referrals to Muslims being "cut" could be considered blasphemy because it undignifies this act. We view this as being a gift from God and as such it is of fundamental importance to Islam. Also the roots of Islam come via the firstborn son of Abraham, Ishmael, and not the second born Isaac as in Judaism and Christianity. When you read your Bible it is Isaac who is the sacrifice, whereas in our Koran it is Ishmael. The circumcision, therefore, is in remembrance of a blood sacrifice to honor God, and a reminder of father Abraham's willingness to do all that God commanded him to do. Until you realize this and believe it, you will not be worthy of being considered a Muslim. So if you want to enter into the faith of Islam, I suggest that you show some respect for the basics." "I never thought of it in those terms. But why not do it at birth?" "Its being done at birth would make it very simple and easy ¬-- but the way of Mohamed is not easy nor simple. I remember when I received the "Ring" at the age of 10. It was as if I had received a gift from God. Yes it hurt but it also made me proud. So until you can feel that way, and until you can accept Islam within your heart, I suggest you delete the word "Cut" from your conversations with the true believers. Is that understood?" "Yes, my lord! However, is it still permitted for me to kiss "the Ring"? "Ohhhhhh I can see that you are going to be difficult..." Yethro smiled. "However, when we are alone, I will permit you to kiss my "Ring" and only mine as long as you follow the correct procedure of kneeling before me and.... Ohh you will be the death of me yet! Get back to work now you scoundrel." Yethro laughed. "Yes, my love and remember we have an appointment for another "relaxing session" ASAP!" The next morning, Jesse drove to his meeting with Mr. Green. Sitting in the rented hotel room, the Director informed him that a meeting had been arranged with the President and would take place in the President's residence. He would be smuggled in there under the guise of a regular tour. The meeting is scheduled to last for fifteen minutes. "Fifteen minutes? That's all I have?" Jesse laughed. "It hardly seems worth the trip! What do you think I can tell him in that short of time?" "Knowing you, I'm sure you can think of something to catch his attention. If you can get him interested he most likely will grant you more time, but fifteen minutes is the usual time allotment for interviews," Philip said. "After all, the man is busy and he will be given a copy of your service record and a summary of your proposed report before hand to look at. He just wants to meet with you and see the agent to get a feel for your veracity." "So, will I have to prepare a statement of my thoughts?" "No, not from scratch. In order to save you time, I took the liberty of preparing an outline for you to work on. It is based on our conversation the other day. This is your chance to let your boss know what you think -- so make the most of it. While he most likely does talk with his security agents often, I doubt if they discuss the topics you will be discussing. Believe me, it is not often that he is given the opportunity of meeting a field agent, nor is it common practice for a field agent getting the chance to meet with the President. I, myself, have met with him only a few times one of them being the interview before he nominated me for the Directorship. I now report to the National Security Board of which I am only one member. Here is a copy of the paper I prepared for you. I typed it double-spaced, so you can read it and make any corrections or additions you may feel like making. You can change it if you want. Go sit at the desk and read and work it over. What is written there are 'my words', but I want them to be 'your words and thoughts'. But try to confine it to one page." Jesse did just that and for the next hour he reworked the report over and over. When he was finished he handed it to the Director and said, "Well I hope this will do it? Let's go over it and make sure we are both in agreement before you redo it." They worked out a new draft and both the Director and Jesse approved the final rework. "I'm not being too presumptuous, am I? You know the more I think it over, the more I ask myself who the hell I think I am to even think I know it all! He surely knows whatever I am going to tell him and he may not even want to hear it coming from me." "Don't chicken out on me now. It took a lot of dealing to get you this interview and I had to call in a lot of favors. I would not have gone out on the so-called limb if I did not think what you had to say was not only important but needed to be said; and said to his face. Even if he does not like what you have to say -- at least he will have heard the truth of the situation from an insider's point of view. He needs that and if he fires you -- so be it! He may even fire me at the same time, but I don't think so. In any event it will be interesting to see what happens." "Why don't you think he will not fire us?" "For two reasons. One: Because if anything goes wrong in the future he will have me to throw to the wolves. And two: He knows that as long as I'm working for him -- I'm not going to rat on him. We each build up points and when the time comes, we are able to redeem them as favors. That's how I got you this meeting and it's the Washington way of doing things ¬-- called deniability and payback." "We have that on the State level also. It sucks, but there is nothing you can do about it. Yethro tries to get things done but he finds that he has to 'make deals' himself. I dread to think of some of the things he had done in order to ram through most of his program. Who knows how many State legislators are using his 'Shipments Overseas' before they are packaged up? He also deports some very hot women inmates. Mostly young blonds, so I hear. I don't know why these people volunteer to be shipped out of the country. I guess they figure that anything is better than being locked up." "Yeah! And they think there is always the chance of escaping. Yethro has that way about him. I think he could sell air conditioners to the Eskimos. They call it the 'Art' of Governing," the Director said. "You'd better get back to the office now. I'll have this typed up and I'll submit it to the 'Boss' and we'll see what happens. Perhaps we can be able to make the trip early next week. How are things going at the Mosque? Anything new there?" "Not a thing. The young people are becoming bored with me. They want me to date their sisters or at least to pal around with them more. I think they are beginning to consider me as 'one of their own'. It is a lot more relaxed and family like. I wish that I had more time to spend among them but running the office is very time consuming." "Perhaps they are right, you should get a bit more involved with them. I have always thought that Yethro was a bit too old to really be involved with the 'Brotherhood' and even though we saw him meet with one of the leaders -- I still had reservations. Since the crackdown in Egypt I think the leaders have given up on Yethro's generation and are looking for new, younger leaders. They want leaders who are going to take their orders and carry them out. Action is what they want and they want it not tomorrow but yesterday. They are tired of trying to gain power through the old methods and want results. They are no longer willing to wait and gain power country by country, they want it all and they want it now. A world wide Caliphate and nothing else will satisfy them. You can see the results in the Middle East. It has started there already. An Islamic State from Spain to China. One State, One law, one religion, and soon one Caliph. Yethro and this generation are too old for them. Too set in their ways. They have been poisoned and corrupted by the west. The fact of the matter is that they maybe more interested in you. Someone new, fresh, impressionable and most of all controllable! You might be the link they are looking for. They have been enrolling more and more, younger new converts and pushing them into leadership positions. Newly converted Americans have climbed very high in the higher achy. There have been a few of them that are terrorist leaders. An American Caliph, why not?" "They would be crazy if they thought that, but they have done lots of crazier things. Maybe you are right and it will have to be the younger generation that will have to flex its mussels sooner or later. I'll give it a try and see what comes of it. I will be going to Mosque tomorrow anyway and I'll sniff around. There is one guy that seems to like me and has offered his friendship to me. He is a bit different than the others. Unlike them, I don't even think he has a sister that he is looking to 'fix me up with'. If he had one then I could understand his attentions. He appears to be a sort of leader of some kind. There are always guys that come to him and they sort of pay him homage." "What is his name?" "Rashid Hussein" Jesse said. "No relation to Sadam?" "Not that I know of. Look it's a fairly common Arabic name spelled in many different ways. Almost like Smith or Jones is in the USA. Hell, it is also our President's middle name. In any event, I seriously doubt that there is any connection but run a check on him anyway. See if you have anything on him in your files?" "I'll check it out and let you know. I would have thought that if there were something, I would have been told. With a name like that I would think he would have changed it. But then again you never know. He just might have felt that since the name is rather common, we might over look it. Anyway, I'll double check it anyway," the Director, said as he wrote the name down. "You'd better get back to your office, now. I'll be in touch." Jesse returned to the executive offices and told Yethro about his meeting with Mr. Green and that he would make arrangements for him to meet with the security people about the up-coming Presidential visit. He did not tell him about a possible meeting with the President. He mentioned that Green said he would arrange everything and get back to both him and Yethro sometime next week when he had arranged it all. "Yes I know," Yethro said smiling. "He called after your meeting to say that he was very impressed with you and that he could now understand why I wanted you to be in charge of this. You must have made a very good impression on him, because he sort of hinted that if he could, he was going to have you meet the President before hand. He did say that you looked a bit uptight about the President's visit and this might calm you down. In any event, he suggested, and I agree, that it might be a good idea if you were to take a few days off to relax and get ready for your trip." "Yethro, what do you say to both of us going up to the lake for some rest and relaxation time? It would be good for both of us." "I would love to, but you know my schedule and you of all people should know I can't. But he is right; you go on and do it. You have not seen Phyllis in a while. Why don't the two of you make use of the cabin this weekend? I hear the weather is going to be perfect for swimming." "Why are you still pushing me to go out with her? Is it not enough that I talk to her at least three or four times a week?" "We still need her father's support and good will, to say nothing of his money. Remember we still have to think about my next election." Yethro almost shouted at him. "Besides, I got to like her during the campaign. She is bright and interesting and I want you to keep her around. Is that understood?" "We are still friendly but I don't think that would be a good idea for us to go up to the lake alone again. I don't want her to get any serious ideas about our relationship. I thought that I had made it clear from the beginning that marriage was out of the question. Now, I think she is becoming a bit too attached to me. I keep telling her that I'm going to convert and when I do, I will have to marry a young Muslim. She says that she would look good in a long dress and head covering and likes to tease me by doing a very poor imitation of a belly dance. However she is getting up there in age and not really very good at it. Besides she doesn't like fishing. Maybe a little fishing is what I need to relax me. Yes, that's what I'll do." "I don't want you to go up there alone! You might get hurt and be unable to call for help. Should I inform Mike that you would be there and have him check up on you? Better yet, would you like to invite some of the guys from the Mosque for a weekend of fishing? It might sort of help you to relax and have a bit of fun. You have been working too hard." "As far as Mike goes -- I know he patrols the compound, but, please, keep him away from me. He still scares me!" Jesse said. "As for inviting some of the Mosque guys go, that might not be a bad idea. It might even be fun and I would be able to get to meet some of the other young people socially. I have been pretty much of a loner and I should become friendlier if I am to convert. Do you have anyone in mind?" "No one, just make sure you don't wreck the place. Don't bring too many now as there is not much room and I don't want Mike calling me in the middle of the night to tell me you have wrecked the place. Remember that I don't want to see or hear about any drugs or hard liquor," he jested. "You know me better. Only a little beer and perhaps some wine. I'll behave myself and you just tell Mike that he is to keep away from me. I still think he is looking to grab my ass again." "Why do you say that? Has he made any moves on you since that last time?" "No, Not really. I just don't trust him. He acts sort of sleazy with me." "Jess, get that thought out of your head. Maybe when I was just a Judge he might have thought he could get away with a lot of things. But now he knows that if he tries any thing like that again, I'll kill him and skin him alive! There is not a law officer in the world that wants the Governor of his state on his bad side. He might find himself behind bars as the plaything for a few of the guys he sent up the river.... Even if he were in the best of physical shape, as Mike is, he would not last long. The 'big house' is just full of rough inmates that have nothing to loose and would just love to 'entertain' our law officer. In fact, I can think of a few that have been dreaming and planning on it for years. He is also aware of my ability to have him 'Exported'. He knows that I could just as easily include him in one of my overseas consignments. I know he would not like to find out that his next job is as a ball-less eunuch guard at some mid-east harem. So you can be sure he will behave himself and he will try to keep as far away from you as he can." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 28 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. 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. Please send in a donation to the site you are reading it on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". End of Chapter #27 Well, then it will be a new experience for the both of us. Both of us virgins. Like we are on our Honeymoon. I promise to take it slow and easy and make sure you enjoy it.. Now just lie back, my big strong Turkish delight and let my sugar cane show you all about that Garden of Eden you look forward to visiting. Try it - you'll like it, baby!" Chapter #28 Jesse ran his fingers over the back of the Arab and watched as his ass cheeks twitched whenever his fingertips passed over his sensitive hot hole. "There, there! Relax! Pretend that you are in the Turkish Baths and I'm a professional masseuse", he whispered into Rashid's ear and then licked it. "There that's better, relax. Your ass is still too tight, too tense", he again murmured into his ear then moved his lips down to the Arabs balls and while his fingertips continued their exploration; he kissed first one and then the other of the low-hanging large gonads. Running his tongue over the sensitive skin behind the balls he started to lick and soak the hot valley up, down, over and around the firm ass mounds. Unable to resist he started to nip and suck on the loose skin. "OHHHHh SHIT!" moaned Rashid! "What Turkish Baths have you been going to? I never haddddddddddddd anything like thissssss", he screeched as Jess' fingers exposed the tender ass lips then spread them so that his tongue tip was able to pierce the ring and flitter in and out of the hole quickly. "I see there are a few bits of your education that have been neglected. You have a lot to catch up on", he said as he removed his tongue, spread the ass-lips apart and split a bit of phlegm into the open hole then inserted one finger tip in and worked it around. "Hey, I thought you said you had some lube in the draw." "I do, but that's for later. I like to open you up with natural lube first. It sort of prepares the territory for invasion and ultimate conquest in a more personal and humane way. It's more like making love to your man pussy - rather than ravaging the 'Garden of Eden'. I thought you would like it better than my just taking you in a forceful beastly way. You can call this your introduction to the 'Christian' way of lovemaking. As you can see ¬- it is a bit different from what you were brought up with. We Christians just don't ride in on our camels and take whatever we want. We take our time and gently prepare our bed partners. Perhaps that is the reason that your people have to maintain that 'Harem' system of yours." "What the hell do you mean by that? There is nothing wrong with having a Harem." "Well, with your people, when a man is finished with his lover he sends his lover back to the Harem. The question is does he do this for his comfort or for his safety? I always wondered if the man was really afraid to close his eyes and go to sleep with someone he had just taken and treated worse than a slave." "What about you and Yethro? You told me before, that the two of you were lovers even though he 'purchased' you from a slave harem." "That only proves my point! Yes, he purchased me - but he never owned me! I didn't accept Yethro as a lover until he freed me. And he was never free to enjoy our lovemaking or trust that I would not cut his throat while he was asleep until he set me free. Then I was free to love or reject him on terms that were acceptable to both of us. We were able to work it out to our mutual benefit and satisfaction. Now we can both sleep in the same bed without the fear that the other will cut his throat", Jesse said as he squeezed some of the lube into Rashid's backside and rubbed some on his own cock. "This might hurt a little, but I will try to go slowly." "Yeah that's what I always say when I'm about to fuck the hell out of someone", Rashid laughed. Jesse positioned himself and placed his cock against the well-lubed hole and pushed into the now moist interior slowly as Rashid screamed. Jesse stopped and waited. "Should I pull out?" he asked. "It hurts but let me get used to it. Maybe you should try for one quick push and get it over with!" "I might either rip your ass or do damage to my own cock if I did it that way. Slow and easy. We are not in a rush. This is not a war it is a seduction. No, you just try to relax and I'll wait until you are ready", Jesse said as he continued to kiss and lick the Arab's neck and ear. After a while he pushed in a little more and then withdrew and pushed in deeper. This time Rashid did not scream but sighed and Jess repeated the process again and again until he hit home. There he rested and whispered into Rashid's ear, "There it is done and now your cherry is mine. You are mine and now I'm going to breed you. I'm going to feed you my Christian baby makers." "OH YES! You were right. Yes, it feels fantastic", the Arab, giggled as he pushed back against Jesse's cock. Then he himself started bucking erotically, "Yes, yes fuck me, fuck me man...fuck me hard." Jesse withdrew and then reentered as hard as he could - over and over until he felt his pale balls slamming hard against the now wildly humping brown ass. Once in a while he would stop and hold himself from coming and to make sure Rashid was enjoying it. All of a sudden Jesse knew for sure that Rashid was enjoying it. He could feel one of Rashid's hands reach behind and cup Jesse's balls and circle his cock base with his fingers. "Oh yeah I want to feel you cum in my ass", the moaning Arab whispered. "Just hold it lightly, don't squeeze too tight", Jesse moaned as he became really excited and began pumping faster and harder. Rashid's other hand disappeared under himself as he began to jerk himself off in concert with Jesse's movements. Jesse's excitement became overwhelming and he lost all control, he moved like a jackhammer, in and out, in and out - feeling not only the friction of the tight man cunt but also the fingers of Rashid playing on his cock and balls. "I'm cummmmmmming. I'm going to shoot my load. Here comes my load!" he screamed and warned the Arab as he felt Rashid speed up his own self-masturbation. The two men in the throws of sexual ecstasy shouting and laughing, continued their dance of lust and love. "Me toooooooo", shouted Rashid as he too exploded. Then there was a deathly quiet as Jesse collapsed and lay upon him. Not a sound until both began to breath normal again. It was scary, almost as if the rest of the world had gone off somewhere. Or maybe they had left the cosmos and entered the void of sensation and the quite of deep space. Then Jesse began to lick the sweat off the back of Rashid's neck ... "Are you alright?" he was finally able to whisper into his ear. After a short while, during which Jess almost thought he had either killed or done serious harm to him he heard, "Jesse"... the Arab sighed, "Promise me! You must promise me. No one can ever find out about this... Ever. Whatever happened is just between us!" "If that's what you want, O.K. I'm sorry if you didn't like it." "Didn't like it! Didn't like it? Are you crazy? I may never want a woman again! It was wonderful. No woman or man has ever made me feel this way before. Is it always that intense, always that...? I feel like I have a million questions.. Can we do it again? I don't care if you never let me enter you as long as you keep me for your lover. I'm yours, forever. Never realized it could be so..." "Hey, take it easy! We would have to be very careful. Yethro might not understand." Jessie warned. "Besides, I'm not sure I even understand it." "Fuck Yethro. He is an old man. You and I are both young. Life is made for the young. Besides how long can he live? He need never know, we can keep this between just you and me." "We better do just that. You realize that if he finds out - you may find yourself with your balls cut off and stuffed into your mouth.. And I would hate to see that happen now that I have taken your cherry, lover! I would not like to lose you!" "Am I to take that as meaning that you liked it as much as I did? Are we lovers now?" "Well, after you have taken me, as I just took you - we will be one ¬¬officially, but for now... let's just have some supper and we can talk about it later. For now we should shower and eat. Later after we have eaten and enjoyed the evening sunset and watched the stars come out, we can seal the bargain." "Are you going to set a fire in the fireplace so we can make love again on that rug you have there?" "It may be a bit too warm for that, but there is that padded swing on the porch that we can use", Jessie laughed. "Come let's shower and I'll put up supper, we will refuel and then start again." They did make love over and over again both outside on the swing and once more again in the bed. The next morning Jessie awoke to the smell of eggs cooking... He got out of bed and went into the kitchen. There was Rashid, with just his pants on cooking eggs for him. "Well, you never told me you could cook, also", he said as he slid up him and kissed his lips. "Be careful - this is hot! Sit down. We have to talk." "Uh oh sounds serious, but first we eat. I don't like to talk on an empty stomach." They ate and then had a cup of coffee. "Look I want you to know that I really enjoyed our time together and I would love nothing better than to continue our 'relationship' together." "But?" questioned Jessie. "That sounds like there is a 'but' somewhere in there." "This just won't work. I have been thinking about us and it just won't work!" Rashid said. "I may have to leave the country soon. I don't know if I will be able to come back." "Why? Have you done something wrong? Maybe I can have Yethro help you out! He's very good at fixing things. He might even give you a position in the government." "No. I have committed myself to the service of Allah! I am in the Army of Allah. I'm a recruiter for Islam. It's my job to find and recruit nice Christian boys like you." Rashid smiled. "We train them to fight for Islam." "I'm afraid that you are a bit too late. I have just about decided that I am going to convert." "I'm not talking about converting although that's wonderful. Did you ever think that you might be worth more to us as an unconverted Christian?" Rashid said. "But I thought that Allah wanted the conversion of all us infidels. If we die unsaved, we would have no place in the world to come. At least that's what the Imam says." "Yes, he does and every Imam will tell you that. That is their business and from the number of converts they bring in, they do a good job of it. Most of these converts will be good Moslems, but we do not need more Moslems, we need more activists. Activists who are looking to join the great Jihad. People are needed who are willing to put their lives on the line. We realize that not all infidels will convert by their own free will. Some may-but most will not. There will have to be a great war. Many will die. The rest will be offered conversion or slavery just as it was in the time of the Prophet. And this is good in a way." "Good?" Jessie asked. "How can this be good?" "Those not converted will be trained to serve the rest of us. What I'm telling you should come as no surprise. This should not be new to you as a Christian. Remember your 'End of Times' teachings? It's the same thing. Except that it will not be Christ, but Al-Mahdi who comes. We as Soldiers of Allah must lead the fight. We will do everything in our power to accomplish this. This includes the conscription of 'Secret Muslims'. These soldiers in some cases must forego the rite of circumcision in order to conceal their identities, at least until the 'End Times'. They will get their rewards in Paradise. We do have lots of them in our 'Army'. They are really worth their weight in gold to us. To have you as one of us would be worth more than all that gold in Fort Knox. Like I told you before, Yethro is getting older and the powers that be have become convinced that he is unstable. We need someone to keep him in line. He has become too big for his own britches as you Americans say. They think you might be that person. The leadership knows that Yethro will never be able to run for the Presidency. No matter how much he believes he can change the Constitution, he just will not have the time to do it." "I think he can do it! Look at what he has accomplished here in this State and in only a few years. It will take about twelve years, but I know he can do it." "We are not willing to wait that long. And by that time he will be too old and we need young blood. You are what we need. Besides the decision has been made and a secret fatwa has been issued. One of our "Gold Coins" will be groomed to be the Caliph." "I'm afraid the Brotherhood is again jumping the gun, as they did in Egypt." "I did not say the Brotherhood. They are just one of many parts of the organization. Damn it; get it through your head. We are all one. We are united together. Do not think that we are unconnected little groups! We may split up into small groups, just as Mohammed's successor did when he conquered the world, but that is just our method of operation. We are all the 'Army of Allah'. Every single group that the west calls terrorist, and some that they do not even know of yet, are united in this." "Yes, I can see what you mean. You're then able to loose one battle after the other, while wearing the enemy down until he is exhausted and tired of fighting. Them you can rush in with the real army and just overwhelm the war exhausted survivors. Sort of like our George Washington. He lost almost every battle of the revolution until Yorktown. And then the British just collapsed. They were too exhausted and just quit." "Now you have it! Yes, now you get it! You see one of the reasons they sent me here was to check on Yethro. His adoption of a Christian, well, at first it was a bit much! Then to see that you were interested in Islam.. They could not believe it; they just had to have a more trusted opinion. So I was given the job. I was to see if you were all that he thought you were.. If you were, then they wanted someone younger and less tainted by the American way to confirm your suitability. I am now convinced that you are that person. If you think you might want the job, I could put in a word for you. Once they accept, I would be assigned as your contact and that way, I will be able to be with you and not have to return home. With me behind you, guiding you, we would convert the whole country and bring Allah's rule to the West at last. I am sure that I can convince them that you would make the best replacement for Yethro if he passed away or when they decide to eliminate him." "I'm sure you can, and besides it would be nicer to have a younger body in bed with me. Yes, I like the idea and in the meantime, with you as my teacher, you and I will be able to be together." Yes, together! You and I! This will bring me closer to Yethro himself and when the time comes... thought Rashid to himself, but said out loud, "I can be your teacher and Yethro will never need to know anything about it except that we are friends. I can even get the Imam to tell the Governor that he has appointed me as your study partner. We can let Yethro think that he has a chance to continue on with his quest to become the first Muslim President. He won't be able to do it, but he may open the way for you. You remember how the country felt after the death of Kennedy? They fell over themselves to pass all kinds of 'New Frontier' type laws that never would have passed otherwise. Who knows? Yethro's death might cause the same reaction and propel you into the Presidency'." "I think that would work fine. We would just have to be extra careful. Perhaps we could use this cabin as our 'Study Hall' or do you have someplace else in mind?" "This is wonderful for the warmer weather. However, I was thinking of maybe when the weather gets a bit colder- you do have that swimming pool in Yethro's town house", Rashid laughed and then took Jessie in his arms, kissed him and said, "But for now, it's not too cold out now to take a nude dip in the lake - is it?" "Good idea! You are a man after my own heart. What a naughty boy you are, love. But this time I'm going to tie a plastic bag around my neck with a tube of lube inside. Damn you - you are still too tight to go into without a coating! I think I will leave the unused portion hidden there as well." "Great, lets get started", Rashid agreed and opened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. While picking them up and putting them on the back of the chair his wallet fell out and exposed a few photos. Jessie bent down and picked it up and happened to see the photograph of a young dark eyed girl, maybe about seventeen or eighteen. "Hey who is this beauty? Are you holding out on me?" Jessie asked as he handed back the wallet, but held on to the photograph. "You know I am bi-sexual and would love to share her with you. Is she good in bed? Is she going to be my competition?" "Watch your tongue! If you try anything like that, as much as I love you, I will cut off your balls! As far as I know she is pure. She most certainly is not your competition! She is my niece! Almost like a sister to me! She lives with my mother and me. Assad killed her parents, my sister and her husband in Syria and we took her in with us when we fled the country," Rashid said as he lovingly took the picture from Jesse and placed it back in his wallet. "She is the image of my sister who was murdered by that Alawite bastard. She is family and I'm pledged to find her a good husband. Do you think she is nice looking?" "Nice looking! Hell yes. I'm sorry about what I just said. She is a beautiful looking girl - those eyes are like dark pools of water. How come you never bring her around to Mosque? Are you afraid one of us will try to take her off your hands?" "If one of those pigs placed his hands on her, I would cut off his balls. They are all low lives and I want only the best for her. To tell the truth before this weekend I had hoped that maybe you might be interested in taking her as a wife. Now, I'm not sure you want a woman or that I really want you to have anyone but me", he laughed. "As a wife?" Jessie gasped. "You do me great honor and it would be a pleasure to have such a beauty in my bed. While I do appreciate men as sex partners, I am bisexual. If you have any doubts, I'm sure Phyllis will be able to testify as to my ability. Yethro keeps saying that he is continually looking for a bride for me. When he does find one, I hope she is as pleasing to my eyes as your niece. After I get to know her I could learn to accept her as a wife and I think we could have many babies together, provided that you would not feel offended or object too much..." "You appear to be making some kind of joke of this, but you know, now that I think about it, it may not be such a bad idea. You are going to have to take a wife and she is young and can give you many children. I know you would never hurt her. As for you and me... She is a good Moslem and would never try to mess in her husband's business or his personal life. As long as that messing is with me, that is", he laughed. "She loves me like an older brother and will do anything I want her to do. Do you think Yethro will go for it?" "I think he might consider it—but not right now. I would like to get to know her first. While her picture is great, one should choose a wife carefully. He keeps saying we have lots of time. But, I know he is thinking of someone about her age and if I were to approve of her, he might not only approve of it but would even offer a very, very high 'Bride Price' for such a good looking girl, if she is a virgin and her family is acceptable." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 29 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. 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. End of Chapter 28 I think he might even go as high as 100 to 200 thousand, if I were to insist that she was what I wanted. It will be fun to see how this works out, lover. Play your cards right and you might become a very rich and powerful young man, my love. If I do fulfill your hopes for the future - you will be the man behind throne. But for now I think we should first go for that swim!" Chapter 29 "Can we go for that swim later? Thinking about our future interests me more than a swim. Right now I would rather talk some more about how we are going to get your father to agree to this marriage. I must be certain that you can get Yethro to permit you to marry my niece while you are still a Christian. Otherwise this plan will not work." "First of all, I have not even met your niece yet! I will admit that she looks very enticing and intriguing, but let's not rush things. What difference would it make if we were to wait until after I converted? Why must I remain Christian?" asked Jess. "It would be much easier if we waited until I converted. Then, maybe Yethro would be more amenable." "Yes he would, but in order for our plan to work I need to have total access to you. I, and the Imam, will become your mentors in Islam. Yethro can no longer be recognized as such. He is not trusted anymore. As a brother to an infidel, I would have the responsibility and obligation to do this. After all, we would be family and amongst our people this is very proper and important. But first you have to trick him into giving you permission to marry her. Do you think you can really fool him?" "One does not fool Yethro! He is way too smart for that. Besides if she were all you say, why would I have to trick him? I'm sure he will have some objection to it. I know he would rather I convert first, but he might go along with it if I can convince him that it's his idea." Then seeing the look of skepticism in his eyes, Jesse added, "I can see that you don't think I can do it. Why not? Don't tell me intermarriage is not permitted? I know of many people who have done it. The question is not whether he will permit it, but whether your family and Islam will permit it? Besides, why is it so important to you that I do not convert? I should think you would want me to submit myself to the will of.." "For God's sake, Jess, how many times do I have to tell you. This is a 'Christian' nation and as of now the people will not stand for a non-Christian in the Presidency. Hell, they did not even want one to run for the State Office. The only way he might have become Governor was to run as Lt. Governor. As such it was hoped he would have a good chance to succeed him in the next election. Then Yethro got lucky, the poor man died and Yethro took over the office. At first some of us thought the old Bedouin had helped him to die, but such a thing would be too risky, even for Yethro. I will admit that now he might be reelected to the office on his own, but even that might not happen." Holding his hands up as if to ward off any objections, he continued, "Face it! You Americans are xenophobic. We all saw this during the 'Johnson/Goldwater' era and when that other Jew tried to run for the office. They just won't accept a full-blooded non-Christian as their leader. No, as much as you people hate to face it--you are not going to vote for a real Moslem." "Well, what about Obama?" Jessie countered. "He is not only a Moslem, but a black man also. There was a time when, as a black, man he could not have even run." "That's a different story and one that more or less proves what I'm saying. The people were tired of Bush's domestic policies and his wars. They wanted change and would have voted for Mickey Mouse if given the chance. In any event Obama is no Moslem. While his father was, he himself is not. He's not Black his, mother was white. You people used to call him a Zebra. Besides he is a weak man. All of these shortcomings are leading to his downfall. You, on the other hand, will be able to overcome his inadequacies. You are white and Christian, you will have a Moslem wife but this should not hinder you." "I hope not!" Jess said and again questioned if Islam would permit it. "The future of Islam is the will of the Caliphate and it will permit anything as long as it serves our purposes. They permit suicide, murder, theft, lying and a whole lot more. Yes, even intermarriage, while frowned upon, would be allowed in some cases. Even the prophet had wives of different religions. But you are not in his class," Rashid laughed, and then continued. "However, you might just be considered a special case. After all, Yethro did get permission to adopt you not only from a civil court, but also by Sharia Law. I have to tell you, Jesse, since then, important and powerful men have been watching you. They have been trying to find some reason to discredit you and Yethro. We do not allow men like you to become involved with us unless we are sure that they would serve our purposes. There still are a lot of questions and opposition to your father's actions. At one time this included me. And believe me, there's still a hardcore of people who think Yethro has lost his mind. But even those hardcore leaders are changing their minds. Several months ago I was ordered to investigate and report on the situation. I must admit that I, too, had my reservations. But, not any longer. The fact that we are sleeping together has nothing to do with it. I have watched you in the community and in the Mosque. Unlike most potential converts, you are really interested in being a Moslem. Yes, even this has been reported on. It is widely known that you are attending Mosque and taking lessons from a respected Imam. If you were to pledge to raise your children as Moslems and send them to Moslem schools, I know I can get not only my family's permission, but also their blessing and I'm sure that Yethro will use his money and power to smooth the hurt feelings of big shots who might still object. Gold and power have a way of smoothing rough waters." Jesse laughed so hard that he could hardly say, "I'll bet that 'bride price' will help also! However, we will not talk about that as I'm sure both you and your niece are more than worth all of this. By the way, what is her name and how old is she?" Joining in the laughter, Rashid said, "Here you are almost married to her and this is the first time you ask me that. Were you waiting until you took her to the marriage bed? Her name is, Rania, but we call her Ronnie. It sounds more American! I wanted her to fit into the life here. She is 17 almost 18." "You better not tell Yethro that as he does not want to have an 'Americanized' daughter living with us. An American woman tends to think that she rules the entire home and not the man, as it should be. My father is afraid my marriage to anyone but a young rural Moslem virgin would interfere with our sex lives. Even though he approved and, in fact, insisted that I date Phyllis, he never really encouraged us to marry. In fact, he instructed me not to get too serious with her or any other girl. He told me I was to use her only to get experience for my real marriage, which he would arrange. He believes that the husband should bring expertise to his wife and not the other way around." "And you accepted that?" "Yes, I gladly did because I was not in love with her. She knows this and agreed. It's also the reason that we must make him feel that all this is his idea. If he ever suspects that there is anything sexual about our friendship, or that any of this was planned, you will find yourself as a eunuch in some Pasha's harem in the middle of some stinking desert. That is, if you are lucky! And I would hate to see you lose your tackle over me." "As I just told you -- I'm not without connections and power myself. You make it sound as if Yethro has all the power and he can do anything he wants to do. He might think that as Governor he is all-powerful, but Yethro is from the old order. He has been away from the 'old country' too long. There is a younger and more militant Moslem leadership in power today. It is the wave of the future. We are not willing to take orders so fast from the old guard. There are new forces in control -- forces that even he cannot see or understand. And despite some set-backs, these forces will prevail..." Rashid left the rest hanging in mid-air. "Calm down! There is no reason to get so upset. All I'm saying is that we can get this thing done if we make it look like it's all his idea. Not only can we get it done, but you can come out of this with lots of gold. The money you can get from him for your niece is only a small drop in the bucket. His estate is now worth many millions. When he passes, there will be billions and I just want to make sure that you and I are around to enjoy it and each other for a long time. It will not do either of us any good if he decides to disinherit me and leave everything to someone else. You can bet he will do this if he suspects the two of us of anything more than friendship. He, like his Bedouin ancestors, can be vicious and vindictive. You, Ronnie and I don't want to wind up like his ex-wife, do we?" "No! I see what you mean. O.K. we will do it your way. Just remember that Yethro will have to be 'retired' someday, if you get my drift. I just may be the one ordered to retire him and I would not want to have to push you out of the way to do it! After all, you and I are going to be family and one thing I don't want is your wife hating me because I had to make her a widow..." Jesse grabbed Rashid and kissed him. "Insa'Allah, I love a forceful man..." "Your Arabic is getting better." Rashid laughed. "Habibi, ana bahabek kteer. "And I love you a lot also. Now lets go for that swim." They went swimming and after they came back, Rashid called his mother and told her to prepare a nice supper for Sunday night because he was going to bring an important guest home. He talked to her in Arabic. "Who is it?" she asked, "How important is he?" Rashid, not sure of Jesse's ability to understand Arabic, took the cell phone into the bathroom, closed the door and told her, "I'm bringing home Ronnie's future husband! That is, if he will have her! His name is Jesse ibn Yethro Allwadii." "The Governor's son?" she screamed. "Yes, that's who! He and I have been spending the weekend at his country cabin and he saw her picture and I think he might be interested in her." "Is it for marriage that he is interested in her or for...." "Mother, do you think I would use her that way? He is a nice boy who is in the process of becoming a Moslem. I met him in that class I have been taking with the Imam. Besides, he was the one that mentioned marriage. So the both of you better prepare a good meal and make sure you are on your best behavior because he is perhaps the most eligible catch in the United States. If it works out right, this is going to make us very wealthy. Our Ronnie is going to live like a princess. Did you ever think that your granddaughter might sit at the same table with world leaders? After what our family has been through, did you ever dream that you and I would live to see all of this? That would be a real slap in the face of that Syrian bastard." "No, I never even dreamed anything like this! Your father, sister and brother-in- law must be truly in Allah's hands!" "All right, I want you to get her prepared to really impress this gentleman. I want her looking like a movie star. I want Jesse's eyes to pop out when he sees her. Take her to the hair salon, have her hair done and also buy her a new fancy dress and a sheer veil. Make sure that the veil does not cover her pretty face. I want him to see those dark eyes, olive skin, red lips and that delicate, graceful and sexy body of hers." "Rashid! This is your niece you are talking about -- not some harem slave. Need I remind you that she is like your sister?" "Just do what I say woman! I am the man of the house now and you know it is my duty to see that Ronnie is taken care of. Well, that's what I'm trying to do! That was the reason I started those classes with the Imam. I knew Jesse was taking classes to convert and wanted to check him out. When you meet him, you will not only understand, but you will kiss his feet. It is my opinion that he is better than any movie star or prince. Now, woman, just do what I say. We should be there before five. I will call you when we are on our way. It should take us less than an hour. I have to go now as he has cooked supper for us and I'm hungry." With that he hung up the phone and returned to the kitchen. Seeing Jesse setting the table he said, "I was just talking to my mother and told her we would be there for supper tomorrow. I wanted to have her get Ronnie ready to meet you." "I hope you did not get their hopes up too high. We still have to talk Yethro into this and that might take a while. By the way, do they both speak English or will I need you to translate everything I have to say?" "Ronnie's English is very good and my Mom's is not so good. I think you will get along fine, but I will be there just in case I am needed. I just wanted to get them ready to meet you. After all, how would it look if I just brought you home and they were not prepared," he said as he approached Jesse from the rear and circled his arms around his body and hugged him to himself. Rubbing his crotch into Jesse's ass, he kissed him on the cheek and nibbled on his ear. "You taste so good, I could eat you up and then we could forget about what you are cooking." "All my hard work and you turn out to be a cannibal. You better eat this steak first and then later I'll allow you to savor your dessert. There's a bottle of red wine in the refrigerator. Please use some of that energy to open it and pour us two glasses while I get the food to the table. You'll find a corkscrew in the top draw on the right and two glasses in the cabinet above the drawer. I'm ready to serve and I hope you like it." "I'm sure I will. It does smell delicious, but not as tasty as you do." "I'll remember that the next time you say you are hungry. Perhaps when we are at your Mom's house tomorrow night, I will taste that niece of yours..." he jested as he placed the meal on plates and brought it to the table. Rashid laughed as he poured the wine. "After all the nice things I told my Mother about you being such a nice well brought-up gentleman, you would do that?" "Keep it up, babe, and I'll throw you and Ronnie on the table and fuck the hell out of both of you..." "Promises, promises, that's all I get!" "Just for that, you get to do the dishes," Jesse said smiling, as he lit the two candles on the table, shut off the lights, and raised his glass in a toast, "To unfulfilled promises—after dinner." Rashid raised his glass and clicked it against Jesse's and said, "I'll look forward to it!" They sat, ate and talked. After the meal was consumed, Rashid collected the dishes and took them to the sink and started to wash them while Jesse put in a CD and sat down to listen to some music. Rashid continued to wash the dishes while he hummed along with the music. As he was finishing up and drying his hands, Jesse said, "You have a nice voice. Do you also dance?" "Yes, I love to dance. Would you like to dance with me?" 'Yes, I would, but I thought Arab men did not dance with other men..." "The Arab laughed as he approached Jess and held out his hands. Something else you have to learn, Arab men are always dancing with other men in public. It is called line dancing or 'Debka'. It is a lot of fun and, while women do dance it also, they will only dance it with other women. The fact is that it is very rare that men will dance with a female in public. I never have, but I would love to learn, can you teach me. After all, if you do marry Ronnie I will have to dance at your wedding so you might as well teach me." Jesse got up and entered into Rashid's embrace taking the female position and tried to instruct him how to dance. After much stumbling and toe crushing, they finally were able to settle into a more or less smooth dance. "This is nice," Rashid whispered into Jesse's ear, "but I will have to get a record of the Debka music and teach you how we dance. It will be good for you to be able to dance it at your wedding, since my family would like to celebrate the coming together of our two cultures." Smiling, he stopped and just rocked with Jess in time to the music. "MMMMMMmm I like that idea," They danced together until the CD stopped and the two kissed, then Jesse blew out the candles and they went to the bedroom where they found that the bed had still not been remade since last night. Jesse started to undress, but Rashid stopped him and laid him fully clothed down on the bed and joined him there. Rashid, never taking his eyes off Jesse's face gently laid his hand on Jesse's pants covered knee and slowly slid it up the inside of his thigh, until he reached the throbbing cock that he so desperately wanted. Jess sighed deeply and leaned over to press his lips against the soft, full, inviting lips of his Arab lover. Their tongues probed excitedly. Suddenly, Rashid broke the kiss and his hands groped furiously seeking to find the throbbing bulge that lay hidden beneath Jesse's clothes. Jess squirmed with ecstasy as Rashid massaged his hot cloth covered manhood and then reached for Jesse's waist, finding his zipper and slowly lowered it to release the pulsating rod that he craved to wrap his lips around. As Rashid reached in for Jesse's cock, his mouth began to water with delight in expectation of the "dessert" he was about to receive. Jesse grabbed the back of the Arab's head and wove his fingers through the black hair, pulling his face to his throbbing cock. He then thrust his rigid meat deep into Rashid's hot, wet mouth. Furiously, he began to fuck his face. Thrusting in and out, feeling his balls slap against his lover's chin, he could feel the powerful orgasm building more and more........ To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 30 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. 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. Please send a donation to the site you are reading this on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". ***** End of chapter 29 Jesse grabbed the back of the Arab's head and wove his fingers through the black hair, pulling his face to his throbbing cock. He then thrust his rigid meat deep into Rashid's hot, wet mouth. Furiously, he began to fuck his face. Thrusting in and out, feeling his balls slap against his lover's chin, he could feel the powerful orgasm building more and more... Chapter 30 Sunday afternoon, after cleaning the cabin and washing the bedding, the two men packed up the car and headed back to the city. "Rashid, just in case I forget later, I want to thank you for a wonderful weekend," Jesse said. "I feel really relaxed. It is not often that I get the chance to really have a fun time." "I would think that with Yethro's and your lifestyle that you would have plenty of time for relaxation. Living in the Governor's mansion with all those servants and guards must be nice." "It is not that simple. Even with all those amenities, we are always under the magnification glass. There is the legitimate press and, to add to this, there is the ever-lurking paparazzi always sneaking around. That is why I like coming to the cabin so much. With the fence and the police patrols, it is more or less secure here. Here at least I know that the Police Chief is an old friend of ours and can be trusted to keep his mouth shut as well as keep his men in line. Everyone of them is hand picked and most of them owe their jobs to Yethro." "I still think I would love to live like that. At least I would not have to worry about work and money!" "Rashid, you do have a lot to learn. Working for Yethro is no holiday and while the money is good, there is no such thing as an eight-hour day," Jesse laughed. "You can be in the office until after mid-night and there is no overtime pay." They drove on and after a while, Jess pulled to a stop in front of the liquor store. "Speaking about money, I almost forgot we have that cooler to return." "Yes, I forgot about that also. We should keep it as I hope we'll be making more use of the cabin." "Well, beer is nice for a first date. But now that we are more or less going steady," Jesse laughed. "I think wine is a more appropriate drink and we have plenty of that at the cabin. However, if you insist I could always have a few cases of beer sent up there and stored in the cold room." "That might not be a bad idea. And before you lecture me about Muslims and alcohol, I have to admit that I do like a cool one in the warm weather," Rashid said as he got out and took the cooler out to bring it back to the storeowner. After returning the cooler they continued on the way to Rashid's place. The house might have been in a lower class area of the capitol, but it was well kept. Jesse could see that Rashid's mother must have scrubbed the front pouch and steps, as you could still smell the bleach. In addition, Jesse could see some of the neighbors peaking out from behind their heavily draped windows to inspect the newcomers. Jesse smiled as he whispered to Rashid that it looked as if his mother had notified the entire neighborhood of their imminent arrival. "I really doubt that! We are a very private family. At least we were. I think that is about to change. The truth of the matter is that it is very rare that a BMW passes through this area, let alone parks here - and the word spreads quickly. They must have seen her scrubbing the steps and figured that an important person was coming. Not that she doesn't do it everyday, but I'll wager half that "bride price" Yethro is going to shell out that she really did a thorough job of it today," he chuckled as he placed his key in the door lock and opened the door. Once opened he quickly ushered Jesse into the house, and he whispered, "Let's get inside before the nosey peasants decide to join us for a visit." They entered the house and Rashid called out in Arabic, "Mom, I'm home and I've brought some company," he shouted as he directed Jess into the living room, where they were soon met by an older woman looking like she had just come out from the kitchen (which she had). "Mom, I want you to meet Jesse ibn Allwadii. He is one of the students in those classes I'm taking with the Imam." Bowing her head slightly, she said, "Yes, my son has often talked about you and how well you are doing in your studies. The entire Muslim population of the state is proud of your father and the job he is doing in the Governorship. We are also proud that his adopted son is studying to be a Muslim," she said in halting English with some Arabic mixed in, which Rashid translated. "But I am most proud of Rashid for having such an important man as a friend. I just wish his father were alive to see this. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Perhaps you would like a lemonade or coffee after your long trip and before we sit down to eat. There is still a few things I have to finish in the kitchen, but I will have my granddaughter prepare a pitcher of lemonade or some coffee." "Please, if it is not too much trouble, a lemonade will be fine, thank you." "Good, Rashid please see to our guests comfort while I go back to the kitchen," she said quickly in Arabic. Rashid fluffed up a cushion on the big overstuffed chair and told Jesse to sit. "You sit here and act like a Pasha about to sample his latest harem slave." He laughed. A few minutes later this beautiful, young body floated into the room and placed a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses on the low table before Jesse. "Jess, may I present to you my niece, Rania. You can call her Ronnie if you prefer." "My God, how can this be? She is beautiful!" he said taking her hand and bringing it to his lips and lightly kissing it. "You never told me I would meet this vision of paradise. Come sit and join us for some lemonade and conversation. I have been talking to your uncle all weekend and for a change, I would prefer some female tones in the air." "No I can't, it is not customary for a single girl to... "Nonsense! I do not wish to violate your customs. Rashid will you permit her to join us for a drink? I insist on it! Such beauty must not be hidden in a kitchen. This is one Muslim tradition that must go in this era." "You, my friend, must learn that change takes time. But in this case, yes, she may stay. You are our guest and as such we accede to your wishes. However, you must remember, while it is very unusual for a girl to talk to non-relatives, in this case, I do not have any objections." They sat down and she poured them three glasses and Jesse smiled at her as he lifted his glass in salute to her. That photo of her did not do her justice at all. With a good photographer and agent she could become a high-class model. She really was a beauty with those dark almost black eyes peering over that thin transparent veil. If that was meant to hide her gorgeous face it failed and did nothing to hide the treasure that was beneath. That treasure was finally revealed when she had to lower it to drink. Her skin looked clear and slightly olive in color. Her lips full and naturally red, not painted. And the 'Jalabiya' she wore, while it covered her body from head to toe, it was as if she were nude sitting there just waiting for him to reach out and remove one layer of clothing after the other. Clearing his throat he thought that the Muslims were right is insisting that women cover the entire body. This blossoming woman proved that what one cannot see ¬only makes it more desirable. And from what he could see, this girl had already burst out of her puberty. Although stunned by the utter radiance of her presence, he was finally able to ask her questions about her background and was shocked to find that she had not attended school. "No! No! We cannot have this, Rashid. This girl must attend school. Perhaps a good female Muslim college, if there is such a thing. I know it is not usual, but she is wasted sitting around the house all day." "Her time is not wasted!" the young Arab protested. "She is being taught to be a good Muslim wife here at home and, besides, there is little if any money for such silly nonsense as education for women. With us, a woman's job is to look after her home. Our men are not looking to marry some educated American schoolgirl. If they want to know something, they can always pay some college professor to find out. A wife has other duties that are expected of her. She must be able to run and maintain an orderly home and also give the husband plenty of male children. By the time your educated women are ready for the marriage bed, they are dried up and too old for both children and sex. No wonder you American men are always so horny. You educate your women, use contraception, and live with them without marriage and then if you have children, you are too old to rear them," Rashid laughed. "And look at what it has got you." "You might be right about that, but I'm sure there must be plenty of men who would love to date her." "There are a lot of them, but few if any that I would accept," Rashid stated. "And in this family, I am the one who will choose who she goes out with." "Dinner is ready!" Rashid's mother called from the doorway. "Come right this way. There is the restroom for you to wash-up. I'm sure after your trip you would like to refresh yourselves. When you are through, please join us in the dining room." After washing, they rejoined the women at the table, another innovation, as Jesse was to find out. Muslim women seldom if ever sat at the same table as their men. There was plenty of good food to eat (Jesse knew that the family must have spent way over their weekly food budget on this meal alone). He ate and really stuffed himself to the point that he was afraid that he would explode. Over steaming hot Turkish coffee, they talked about the conditions within the Arab community and its relations with the Americans. All evening long Jesse could not take his eyes off the young girl. It was as if they were the only two people in the room. She was intelligent as well as beautiful and Jesse found himself captivated by her. When she spoke, her dark eyes sparkled and her sexy accent enchanted him so much that when dinner was over, he was very reluctant to leave. However, it was getting late and Rashid would have to go to work in the morning. Besides, Jesse was finally able to remind himself that he did have to prepare for that trip to Washington. Much to his regret at 10 o'clock he told everyone how glad he was to have had the opportunity to meet them and he hoped that he could soon return the favor and invite them all to the Governor's mansion for a return meal. "I would love to see you all again and I'm sure my father would love to meet both you and your family. If there is one thing he misses in the mansion, it is the company of his fellow Muslims at his table and I'm sure he would welcome the chance to talk Arabic and hear the news from his homeland. He has trued to teach me Arabic, but as hard as I try, I am a slow learner. Come Rashid; please walk me to my car. I would like to speak further with you." And turning to both women he again thanked them for their hospitality and took Ronnie's hand and brushed it with his lips and whispered that he was really looking forward to seeing her again. She retrieved her hand and pressed it to her bosom and blushed like a very young schoolgirl. Outside, Jesse took Rashid in his arms and kissed his cheek in Arab style. "She is wonderful. You did well in her education and bringing her up." "Yes I did! However, I think you have ruined her this evening with all this hand kissing baloney and permitting her and my mother to talk at the table. A few hours with you and there goes seventeen years down the drain. I warn you Jesse, you had better marry her! You spoiled her!" Rashid warned. "Go, talk to your father." Yes, I will try to get Yethro interested in her. My love, you have a gold mine there in Ronnie. But, I changed my mind; do not bid too hard with Yethro. While the old bastard loves a challenge and to bargain, he just might have your throat cut and steal that lovely thing for his own pleasure," he laughed and got into his car. "I will call you this coming week," he shouted as he drove off toward the Governor's mansion. A short time later, driving to the gate, the guard stopped him. "Welcome back sir", the officer of the day greeted him and lifted up his phone and alerted the house staff that Jesse was back on the grounds. By the time he reached the front door, Yethro was there to welcome him home. Once the door was closed, Yethro grabbed him and hugged him. "It's good to have you back. You look rested and that sunburn looks good on you. I wish I could have gone with you." "It was nice to have Rashid, but I missed you also. Well, maybe next time. Any news from Washington?" "As a matter of fact, there is news. Mr. Green called and said that arrangements are well underway for a meeting in Washington later this week. He said you should be packed and ready by Wednesday. The Secret Service will meet with you on Friday. Now tell me about this weekend. Did you and your friend party with any women. I remember when I was your age, my friends and I really would play hard. Will I have to send a construction crew to rebuild the cabin from the floor up, or will just a clean-up crew do?" "Everything is fine at the cabin. We cleaned up before we left. We did not have a wild party. There was just the two of us and we swam and had a few beers. We could use a case or two of good beer. Rashid is a traditional Muslim and comes from a good family, but he does like his beer in warm weather. I told you he is in my Islam class at the Mosque.. He is not like most of the others. He takes his lessons seriously and he invited me to his home for dinner this evening, so that I could see a traditional Muslim home and enjoy Arab food. His mother and niece prepared it and they went out of their way to make me feel at home. They not only prepared it but they broke tradition and ate with Rashid and me in order that I would feel at home. It was a really lovely experience. I hope you do not mind, but as a matter of courtesy, I told them that I was going to ask you for permission to invite them for dinner here some evening. I think you will like them as they are real traditional Muslims and they come from Syria." "Traditional? What do you mean by that?" "Well, Rashid is the only male member of the family left so he takes care of both his mother and niece. He works hard to support them and he keeps a close eye on his niece since her mother and father were killed in the civil war. He has her under his protection and has not allowed her to date anyone. She is a seventeen year old and from what I can see, she is well brought up in the traditional ways." "Seventeen," Yethro said and Jesse could almost see the wheels turning in his brain. "Is she good looking?" "I guess so. It is hard to tell under that veil," Jesse lied. "Rashid said he has had a few offers for her hand in marriage, but he has turned them down. Most of the men are either young boys who can not even support themselves or older wealthy men looking for a young wife to care for them and ..." Jesse did not finish as Yethro interrupted him. "Yes, I know what you mean. She sounds like the type of woman I would have liked for my second wife, if I had not found you instead. Most Arab men will look for such a girl when they are in their older years, and their wives have dried up. Someone to warm the cold bed and their bodies. In fact, if you remember, I have often told you that when I think it is time for you to produce children, that is the type I will choose for you. Are you interested in this girl?" "Me?" Jesse blushed and almost shouted, "Hell no! I told you a long time ago that I'm not interested in girls. It is you that I want and only you. Now don't even think of it. I'm having a hard enough time with Phyllis, who you forced on me. I have always tried to do what you want, but this girl is little more than a child. And she is the niece of a good friend of mine and not the daughter of some party member you wish to impress. Besides, as a good Muslim, I'm not sure Rashid or his mother would want an infidel to be a part of his family. He does have his standing in the community to think about." "Not want the son of the first Muslim Governor in his family... Who does he think he is?" "Hey! Stop it! He is a nice guy who is a good Muslim and does not want to pollute his family tree with a Christian." "We will see about that! For the right price he will accept a pagan!" "Yethro, control yourself. Just remember the last time you tried to mess in my sex life, you almost got me married to that Phyllis. And it almost caused us to split up. Besides, you have not even met this girl yet! And more to the point - I have not decided to get married, nor do I wish to at this point." "At this point! If I leave it up to you - you never will. It is about time you started to think about it. When are you going to want to? When you are too old to do your husbandly duties? You are well able to support a wife or two. I am not getting any younger and I told you that I want us to have children. True enough, they will be my grandchildren, but that is only a matter of semantics. You do not need to love her¬ - all I ask is that you sleep with her a few nights a week and knock her up. Is that too much to ask after all I have done for you?" "No, it is not too much to ask," he said sarcastically. "You just want me to sleep with a person I may not love for the rest of my life! And I don't even know what she looks like under those robes." "One body is the same as the other. But if it will calm you down, I will have Dan check on this girl as well as others. It is time for you to think of the future. When I decide, you will obey me! You know I love you and will choose the right woman. I will see to it that she is a wonderful wife and young enough to have many children for us. As long as she is Muslim and promises to bring our children up as such, it will change nothing between us. You will still be my lover and she can be your first wife and the queen of your entire harem for all I care! When you are President you will make the laws and the country will abide by Sharia law." "As long as I have the final say in this matter. You cannot expect me to marry someone I do not even like! After all, it is I who will have to sleep with her, if not every night, then at least one or two nights a week," he shouted as he turned around and stalked off to his room. "Don't you turn your back on me, young man," Yethro fumed and chased after Jesse as he went to their private rooms. Then realizing he had gone too far, he caught up with him and blocked his way. "Please Jesse, just let me have Dan investigate and find out about Rashid and his family. After all, if I am going to issue a dinner invitation, I want to make sure that this Rashid is not going to kill me. You can never be sure. They may be assassins and may have been sent to kill me. If they check out, we will invite them to dinner and I promise to be a good host." "Well in that case, I think it will be okay," Jesse said, calming down. "You are right. We just can't ask anyone to the Mansion. I'm sorry I blew up just then. I really know you are only looking after my own welfare. Go on, do what you have to do..." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 31 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. 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 in my profile - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Please send a donation to the site you are reading this on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". ***** End of Chapter #30 "Yes, I thought you would never ask," the Governor smiled and put his arm around Jesse leading him to their private rooms. "I missed you beside me in bed this weekend. I must confess that yesterday and today I snuck into your office and lay down on that leather couch and... Chapter #31 The rest of the week went fast and Thursday found Jesse in a Washington hotel with Philip Green talking about Jesse's coming meeting with the President. "You will take the regular 10am White House tour. After we are sure you have not been followed, you will be taken to see the President. Remember, you will have fifteen minutes to make your point. If he cuts you off - that's it! You leave! If he is interested, he will tell you when to go. Remember, he already has an idea of what you are going to tell him. Make it short and to the point but don't pull any punches. He has to be told the truth. If he can't take it, that's his problem not ours. Tomorrow may be your last chance to do this! Don't blow it." That's all Jesse had to hear. As it was he was a nervous wreck and hardly got any sleep, but 10am found him looking like the typical tourist, sunglasses and camera around his neck standing in line waiting for the tour to begin. A guard came up to him and told him that cameras were not allowed inside and that he would have to check his camera at the cloakroom before entering. It would be returned to him when he left. "Cameras are not permitted inside. There is a gift shop where you can get all the pictures you need." All the tourists moaned as they checked their cameras and then were forced to go through the metal detectors, where anything else that might be used as a weapon was checked as well. I.D. inspection followed this and then the tour finally began. Jesse hung back as much as he could. As the group of people moved along, Jesse noticed that two other men mysteriously appeared beside him and guided him away from the group into a connecting hallway where he was told to follow them. He was taken to a small elevator and was directed to take it to the second floor. He pressed the button and the car rose to the second floor, stopped and the door opened. A woman greeted him. "Good morning. You are Mr. Benson, are you not?" "Yes I am," answered Jesse. "Please follow me." They walked to another door that she opened. "Please have a seat and wait. The President will be with you shortly." Jesse entered, looked around and at first was disappointed. He had fully expected to be in the 'Oval Office', but instead found himself in what looked to be a very small office. He had no sooner sat down than another door opened and he jumped to his feet as the President entered alone. He was taller than Jesse had thought but the smile was the same as he remembered seeing in the newspaper photos, "Please forgive the cloak and dagger stuff but the Secret Service insists on it," he said as he extended his hand in greeting. "They are right to take all the precautions they can, Sir. As you well know there are a lot of nuts out there in the world!" "You really think that?" the President said. "Most people think all the nuts are here in the White House." "I've heard that said myself, but this being my first visit here, I hope that is not true. As for the outside, I not only think that dangerous people lurk around every corner, Sir, I know it. And they are not all hidden in caves somewhere in far off places. They are right here in this country. There are hundreds of thousands of people who hate your guts, and would love to kill you. And this does not include the hardcore racists. Surely you must be aware of this. We have all heard of the several attempts to breach the security here this past year. You, your family and the White House are not that insulated from the outside world that you cannot know about it. There is a lot of pure hatred out there! It is different from the old days. One has to only turn on the radio, read the newspapers, or watch television. Some of these rightwing radio talk-show hosts make your wildest Imam look like a pacifist. You've examined my reports! It is all there. We are at war and damn it, it would appear that you are one of the few that either doesn't believe it or doesn't want to believe it. Frankly, Sir, we in the field cannot understand what the hell you are doing. It is our duty to protect and defend this country and its people. Yet we feel that we have no leadership. You can throw me out right now, Sir, but not before I tell you what I have come here to tell you. For the past year or so I have lived deep undercover among these people and have heard and saw things that would scare the hell out of you. These people don't know that I spent most of my young life among the Arab people and I talk the language and several of its dialects like a native. It's one of the advantages that I do have. There are so very few of us Americans that do speak and understand not only the words but also the hidden meanings and nuances. They sometimes say things among themselves that they would not say to non-Arabs. I just want you to know that our enemy not only thinks and believes he can beat us, he knows he can, and will not stop until he does. They despise our way of life and us. They are out to destroy our way of life, bring down the country and cut off your head and put it on a pole." The President sat down and said, "Young man, that is crazy talk and I must tell you that I think you are the crazy one! Every fiber of my being tells me to signal the guard and have you thrown out. I only agreed to meet with you because Director Green for some reason thinks I should hear what you have to say. So far all I have heard is nothing but the same imperialist crap that my father fought against. Now you tell me how you know all of this and why I should believe you before I have you escorted out of here." "Mr. President you can have me jailed or even shot, but it will not change anything. There are at least two groups of people out there both of whom would love to cut off your head and place it if not on a pole than in a trophy case. The first group believes you to be a traitor to Islam and to the father you just mentioned. They would like to replace you with someone like Governor Allwadii, but they know that short of open revolution they cannot do that, just yet. "Are they planning to use force?" the President asked. "No, while they have nothing against taking over the government by force, they are not stupid and realize that there are better ways. It's not that they don't want bloodshed. In fact they love it and would welcome it. If there is one thing for sure, they glory in the bloodletting. They care nothing for life. In fact they even say they are willing to lose tens of millions of people to establish this so-called Caliphate of theirs. It will rule the entire world. It may consist of several small units united under one central command that will be answerable to a Caliph who will be Al-Mahdi (the divinely guided one). This is what they want. They thought that they had more or less taken the first step, with your election. They believed, that as the first Muslim President, it was your duty to advance the Jihadist agenda. You encouraged them and we had that Arab Spring crap. Well it was a part success but things did not work out the way they wanted. So another method and group had to be found. This new group is perhaps even more dangerous because it combines both legal and illegal methods. They have given up on you and intend to elect a man that will be more radical. To back this up, they have already trained hundreds of thousands of fighters and smuggled them and material into just about every corner of the earth. It has taken years and billions of dollars. Yes, they have invested billions if not trillions of dollars. This is why it is more dangerous. The funding and economic interests behind it are vast and untraceable. Some of the very people you would think would be the first to oppose it are their biggest supporters. They wish to establish this new Caliphate not only in Asia and Europe but right here in the United States. And, Sir, once that is accomplished they are on their way to the ultimate establishment of a world wide Caliphate! And they think they have found the way at last!" "And what way is that?" "Hang on to you seat, Mr. President," Jesse said. "They have decided to emulate what they believe you did. That is to elect a secret Muslim, but one whom they know they can control, to the Presidency of the United States. By doing this and also taking over other government agencies, they will be able to replace Constitutional law with Sharia Law. They will use any and all legal and Illegal ways to do this. I need not tell you that they have already made a big start in my state with the election of Yethro Allwadii. But he is only the tip of the iceberg. By finding various means, not too unlawful, he has almost rid the state of crime, almost done away with taxes and little by little is replacing constitutional law with Sharia. He not only has started our state along this dangerous path, but is daily gaining more and more of the other Governors to join with him. His main problem is that he is not American born and therefore could not run for the Presidency himself. If he were, there would be nothing to stop him from being the first Muslim to become the new American Caliph." "That's ridiculous! He has no chance of doing that! The country will never vote for a Muslim as President." "Yes, Sir, you're right and they will never vote for a Catholic, and never for a Black!" Jesse laughed. "There was a time that we would all have bet the homestead on that! However, I told you they were smart. They will not run a Muslim. They are going to run a secret convert." "There was a knock on the door and the President said, "Enter." "The secretary stuck her head in and said, "Mr. President, you are running behind..." "See what you can do about adjusting the schedule and please bring us some coffee. Or would you rather have something else Mr. Benson?" Jesse breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Coffee will do, Mr. President, black and no sugar. Thank you." After two cups were poured and the woman left, The President said, "If not an open Muslim, who and how?" "Here it gets to sound like a bit of science fiction. Even I don't believe it. For some reason they have picked me! As ridiculous as it may sound, they plan to use me. I don't know when they decided this or even why, but I suspect that the original idea was the Judge's. In order to understand this, I must tell you the entire story from the beginning. Mr. Green sent me into the town as a tourist to check on some wild rumors that weird things were going on there." And Jesse told him how he had been forced to work as a sex slave at Sultan's and then advanced to Yethro's son and heir. "I know the whole thing is farfetched but that is what is now going on. They know that they will soon be able to bring down the Government and install the new American Caliph. And that will be me! Once that is done, I have no doubt that Rashid will either take over or maybe become the power behind the throne. My personal opinion is that once the Caliphate is established there will be no use for me and Rashid will take over." "How could they even think that such a ridiculous plan could work?" the President asked. "You will excuse my frankness, but you were the person that gave them the original idea. When you were first elected, they thought they would be able to work through you. They soon gave up on that Idea. You proved not to be a Muslim that they could control. So they sort of gave up on that idea." "Look, Mr. Benson, I don't know how many times I have to tell people this, I'm not a Muslim. My father was and I do have relatives that still are, but my wife, children and family are not." "You and I know this. But, Sir, there are times when even I find your denials difficult to believe. They, on the other hand, refuse to believe you. Sharia Law says you are Muslim because your father was one and nothing changes that. Your conversion to any other religion is not only repugnant but also invalid. You may be a bad Muslim in their eyes, but you are still a Muslim and will remain one until you die." "It looks like I'll never be able to get that religious question settled." "No, you won't! And the more you deny it, the more your critics will bring it up. On the other hand, experience has taught them that the most controllable and loyal followers come from the newly converted to Islam. The newly indoctrinated of most faiths are always the most pliable as well as easily persuaded and influenced. Now we all know and try to hide the fact that sex, money and power are the prime movers of world power addicts. Yethro first and now Rashid think they can control me by the use sex. Both of them have used me for sex and now Rashid in addition is enticing me with his sweet, beautiful and innocent niece. And she is really an enchanting enticement. Just to be honest, I think she is perhaps the only one who is unaware of the plot." "Unbelievable!" "Yes, but you better believe it, because these nuts are willing to try anything." "What can we do about it?" the President asked. "We can't just kill every Muslim, the good along with the terrorists. Can we?" "I'm afraid if I told you my true feelings, you would lock me up in the loony bin. And, Sir, there are times I wish you would. At least I would not have to even think of this crap. I think we must kill those who are out to kill us. This is war and we have got to act like it is and most of all that includes you. In wars, people get killed. Even the so-called innocent, if there is such a thing, die. It is called collateral damage. These people are not unlike the Japanese of the Second World War with their Kamikaze philosophy. Until we showed both the people and their leaders that we could be as ruthless as they were, they kept on fighting. Only after we proved to them that they could not win - did they give up. Sir, in war there are losers and winners. We cannot afford to be losers. These people believe the Islamic State holds the imminent fulfillment of prophecy as a matter of dogma. To them it is clear that no matter what anyone says or does, in the end they are convinced Allah will come and save them. It is up to us to prove they are wrong. There is no other choice! Someone once said and I might be misquoting him now, 'If there is to be a war let it be in my time so that my child will not have to fight it'." "So what are you recommending? That I drop an the Atom Bomb on them?" "Oh God! No! I don't think any sane man would recommend that and let's hope it never comes to that. But I don't think you should allow them to think that we would not use it if we had to do it. I know that they would if they thought they could get away with it!" "Damn it, Agent Benson, I can't get myself to even think about that!" "Sir, with all due respect, you better think about it! That's why we pay you the big bucks. You are the Commander-in-Chief. That uniformed man that follows you with that briefcase handcuffed to himself is part of your job and responsibility. When you ran for the office, you knew this and even though you may hate the thought of it - it's part of the job! It's time to act like you know it. It's going to be a long, long war. There are a few friends out there that we can count on - but I hate to tell you, there are fewer since you took office. NOW I"VE SAID WHAT I CAME TO SAY AND YOU CAN FIRE ME if that is what you want!" The President sat back in his big chair, looked up at the ceiling, thought for a few moments and then touched the intercom and asked his Chief of Staff to come in and also get Philip Green to join them. When they had all assembled, he said, "Look, I am so far behind that I am going to be working late tonight. I want the three of you to go down to the 'Recreation Room' (War Room) and I want Mr. Benson to fill you in on what he has just told me. I want some kind of plan worked out and presented to me. Once it is done and I approve, I will notify and consult with congress and the opposition party as to our plan. I will not be in this office long and the next President will also have to be informed of the situation. This will have to be super secrete. I don't want to read about this in the press. I want reports on a regular basis made to me directly by Mr. Benson. Since it is his life that will be at risk, I want him to be in control. I hope that neither of you will think I am in any way displeased with your work or your commitment to me. Believe me I'm not; it is just that you each already have too much to do and besides that, once you hear him out you will understand my reasoning." "Is it wise to cut Phillip and myself out of the chain of command?" asked the C.O.S. "Phillip, am I right in assuming that you have one hundred percent confidence in Jesse?" the President asked, using Jesse's first name for the first time. "Yes Sir, Otherwise I would not have arranged this." "I thought that was the case! Otherwise I would not have spent so much time with him. I am sure that the three of you can come to some workable arrangement, but again I repeat, I want him to be able to report directly to me! Is that understood?" "Yes Sir," they both replied. "Good then the three of you get started and, Jesse, I expect to hear reports from you often. Phillip will give you my personal, hot line number. You are to use it whenever you need me, and I do mean whenever. For some reason I trust your judgment. I hope you will not violate that trust. Thank you again, Mr. Benson for you service. That's it gentlemen, please take Jesse down to the 'War Room' now." he said, rather exhausted and collapsed into his leather chair and looked out at the White House lawn. "Anyone who wants this job, has to be crazy," he sighed... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 32 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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 at the contact on my profile - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Please send a donation to the site you are reading this on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". ***** End of Chapter #31 That's it gentlemen, please take Jesse down to the 'War Room' now." he said, rather exhausted and collapsed into his leather chair and looked out at the White House lawn. "Anyone who wants this job, has to be crazy," he sighed... Chapter #32 Down they went to the "Recreation-Room" where they spent the next four or so hours discussing how to proceed. It was hard to come up with anything positive. The President's Chief of Staff, used to controlling everything, wanted to run the entire operation and insisted that Jesse disregard the President and go through him. He did not want Jesse calling the President directly. At first both Jesse and Phillip Green tried to point out that that was not the way the President had directed the operation be set up. "You heard him as well as I did," shouted Phillip. "He wanted Jesse to call him directly, anytime he felt that the President needed an update." "Do you think that I'm trying to hide something from the President? The President trusts me to keep him informed and to sort out the unimportant things. I would not last long here if he thought I was doing that." "Well someone must be doing it," Jesse shouted. "He sure as hell did not know what's going on. And I blame that on the fact that he is cut-off by well meaning people who are trying to 'protect' him. Well, someone has to inform him directly and he has chosen me." "Jesse is right, in fact he even cut me out of the loop," Phillip said. At times the discussion got a bit more animated. One word led to another and Jesse almost lost his cool. Disgusted, after a particularly obnoxious segment, he got up and said he was walking out. "That's it. I've had enough! But before I leave I'm going to tell you one more time. I will try to use words of one syllable so listen carefully." "I happen to be a university graduate and I will not be spoken to as if I was retarded," he answered back. "Look, you idiot, I don't care about your education, who you are or who you think you are, we are talking about my life here! Neither you nor the President has to live 24/7 with these people. I can't afford to let down my guard for one second. There is no relaxing for me. I don't have time to play golf at the national golf course nor do I have a personal, private vacation home where I can get away from it all. As for the lake cabin, I'm sure Yethro has me being followed and has the cabin bugged. I may be getting a bit paranoid, but in this business that is not a bad thing. Some of the most successful agents we have are. I'm beginning to think all those right wing talk show hosts are right. Either both the President and you are part of this conspiracy or the both of you are just stupid and have no idea what you are doing. And what's worse is, I don't know where the truth lies. How many times do you have to be told! These people are not peaceful. They could not and do not yearn for peace in any form. They are out to take over the civilized world," an angry Jesse almost shouted. "They are convinced that it is not only their God given duty to do so, but it is their destiny. They are waging Jihad and they don't take prisoners. There is no place for Christians, Jews or infidels in this utopia they are espousing. They kill those that oppose them. They have no problem or respect for our laws, regulations or the lives of others when something or someone gets in the way of their so-called destiny. They glorify in bloodletting. They would rather slit your throat then reason with you. Public executions are the norm. Prisons are for holding the unconverted until they either convert, are enslaved or... The 8th century is the highlight of their dreams and fantasies and they will do anything to drag the entire world back there. There is no reasoning with them and if your boss thinks he can reason with them, he is more dangerous than they are. You can tell him that he can go to hell, but make sure you also tell him that I have no intention of joining him there." "Well, 'Mr. know-it-all', what are you proposing to do?" "I'm not proposing to do anything. What I am going to do is just continue to watch the situation and wait. If I were to propose something to them I would become a part of this treason. They would then declare that the Government had encouraged them and entrapped them. There is no need to give them any ideas. They have enough of their own. They will soon decide how and when to move and I must be in a position to learn of the plan and either report it to you or perhaps take action myself." Jesse said, rather annoyed and tired of the whole thing. "Sooner or later they will try to overreach themselves and they will violate our laws. At that point we will be able to act. As far as I know, until now they have not. The only thing that might be a bit 'off kilter' is this clandestine shipment of convicted prisoners overseas to serve out their life sentences as indentured slaves. What I suspect is that there is something else going on. We know there have been agents within the prisons that have been working for years to convert these people to Islam. There is nothing illegal about it. While other religions have been doing this for years with the hope of reforming the prison population, Yethro has just improved upon the concept. He has taken the process one step higher and made sure the system not only pays for itself but also shows a nice profit. In addition to conversions, I think perhaps he has found a source of additional violent Jihadists. These condemned criminals will grab at any opportunity to get out of jail. As far as their slavery is concerned, I have heard rumors that once they have converted to Islam and come under Shariah Law, they can not be held as slaves and thereby gain their freedom, but not before they have been radicalized and trained to become Jihadists. "But do they know that they could, and most likely will be, used as sex slaves until that time?" "Do you think that makes any difference to them? What the hell do you think they are being used for in our prisons? Most of them, and especially the healthy younger good-looking ones, are lucky if they make it past the first night in prison without being sexually violated and becoming the playthings of either some convicted ruthless killer or the guards. They will do anything to get out and they hope this is a way out. What happens to them after they leave the United States has not been our problem as they give up their citizenship and rights to due process to live outside of the U.S.A.," Jesse said, and then added, "Look, the only thing we can do now is to let me play their game with them and let them think that I'm going along with them. Only by getting deeply embedded into their confidence and being like a fly on the wall can I hope to perhaps get into the inner-circle and find out if there is some really treasonable crap going on here." "O.k., I'll let the President know what we decided," the C.O.S. said in surrender. "Here is that telephone number he wants you to have. As a personal favor, you will notice, I have also included mine. It is my wish that you will also keep me informed as I would like to have some input." "I can't do that as the fewer people who know about my true role, the safer I'll be. As far as keeping you informed, that's for Phillip and the President to do, not me. Like he said, I'm in charge and until he says differently, I intend to act that way." Jesse could see that this did not please the Chief of Staff, but what the fuck, it was his life on the line and he would be damned if he was going to trust him, the President, Mr. Green or anyone else in this matter. "Now that that's settled, what are we going to do about the President's visit? Do you think it will be safe for him to come to the convention?" Mr. Green asked. "That's up to the Secret Service guys to work out. They have made it clear that they are going to be in charge and for my part; I will give them anything they need. I presume the President at some point will address the conference at a luncheon seminar or dinner, which we will be happy to host for him. I think that is the usual way that these things are done. Will he be coming alone or will his wife be coming also? This is, after all, a social as well as a political event. I think the attending Governors and their wives as well as myself would love to meet with him and his wife." "That is the way it usually is conducted and I don't see any reason to change it, unless you think it is unsafe." Jesse could not help but 'stick it to the guy' as he said, "I can only speak for the Governor and myself, we'll do everything we can to assure that it goes off without a problem - I'm sure the Secret Service will do the same! I will provide you with a list of the people who will attend the affair. It will contain the names of the Governors and their wives. I myself might want to impress a few people and invite them as well. The Governor will vouch for them. It's for sure none of us would like having our loved ones become the target for some nut job. Is this acceptable?" "Yes, as long as the Secret Service will be in complete charge of the security and all the names of the guests are vetted before hand," declared the Chief of Staff. "I think we are done here, agent. Good luck." After they left the White House, Phillip blew his top at Jesse. "What the hell are you trying to do? Get me fired! You just can't talk to the Chief of Staff or the President that way. It just isn't done..." "I don't see why not! As a citizen, I do pay his salary and he does work for me. It's my ass on the line and I don't trust anyone with its protection but me. It was your idea to be both truthful and forceful in the first place and it worked. Now when I get back I'm going to tell Yethro that you arranged for me to see the President and that I agreed to spy on him for you." "Why the fuck would you do that?" the Director almost screamed. "Possibly, because he already knows this. You don't think that hanky-panky crap you did this morning, sneaking me into his office or our meeting has not been reported to him already. What would surprise me would be if he did not know about the entire operation from the get-go." "What the hell you talking about? Now I know you have lost your mind." "No, I have not! You know the first thing we learn, as a field agent is to assume that the enemy knows everything and that he is not stupid. Well, if there is one thing that I've learned it is that Yethro is not a fool. He has sources and ways of knowing things that you and I would never even think about. No one survives in this line of work for very long by being stupid and Yethro has been at this for a long time. Don't look now, but there has been a man who has been following us since the morning I went to that hotel room you rented the other day. He is very good, but I spotted him right away. He's so good that if he were anything other then one of Yethro's Jihadist buddies, it would surprise even me. If there is nothing else you need me for, I suggest that I get back to Yethro. Phillip was shocked and had to admit that he had not even realized it. "I guess I've been stuck behind that desk too long and have lost some of my field instincts. How long have you noticed him?" "Like I said, since the day that you and I met in that hotel room. He was there when I entered the hotel lobby reading a newspaper and he followed me after I left. If you remember it was the morning after you called Yethro to tell him that the President would like to come to the Governor's conference." Jesse said. "I guess that Yethro is not so stupid after all. He has had me under observation since your call. He is covering his ass and even beginning to mistrust me." "Maybe you should get out while you can. It sounds like we have been compromised." Phillip whispered. "Not on your life. I can and will use this to bond even deeper with him. By telling him of your offer for me to work for you and that the President and I had a meeting, I think that it can only convince him of both my love and devoted loyalty. I know it will work and it will create a bond between us that his self-respect would never permit him to question again." "I hope you know what you are doing!" "I think I do. No! Change that to I better know." Late the next day, upon arriving home, Jesse entered his office and walked over to the door connecting to Yethro's office and knocked. "Enter," came the reply. And when he did, he saw a smiling Yethro at his desk with Dan sitting across from him. "Hello Jesse, welcome home! How are you? How was the trip to Washington? Have you worked out the details of the President's visit?" "Yes, I think it is all done and both he and his wife will be there. We are going to have to dine them. With all the problems that arose, I guess he could not pass up the chance to meet and greet. There are still a few details to work out, but I think it will go well. What's been going on here? It feels like I've been away forever and not just a few days. Is there anything new that has happened since I was away?' "Yes, there are a few things," Yethro smiled and pointing to Dan said, "Dan here has done a complete investigation of Rashid and his family and was just giving me the details. He has prepared a very nice and informative record here. I must say, Jess, you can sure pick them. She is a beauty and I could not have found a better woman for you myself. While it is true that the family has come upon hard times, they are tough and are building a new life here. Besides, this may work for us in a favorable manner. We may be able to arrange a more favorable 'bride price' for her. Would you like me to start the process? I can't wait to get started on this." "Keep your Bedouin feeling in check here, Abba. Hold on there, she is still too young and I really do not know her that well, yet. Let's not jump the gun. One step at a time! Besides I hope that you will not take advantage of their poverty. They may be dirt poor, but they are from proud Bedouin stock. Most likely the same stock as your family and mine, now that I am your son. It would not look good for people to be able to say that you got your son a wife in a bargain basement sale," Jesse laughed. "You can be sure that when the time comes, I will not dishonor them or you. But you must remember, as you said, you are my son and as such are a really good catch... And as such, you could get the daughter of any king or prince if you wanted one. In fact if you were a Muslim, you could get five of them," Yethro smiled. "By the way, again welcome back. I missed you and this place is going to hell without you around." "Thank you. I missed being here. And thank you Dan, for your investigation. Both Yethro and I do appreciate the time and effort that you put in. It does set my mind at ease, but I will have to investigate Ronnie a little more on my own before I allow Yethro to commit me. Now, when you are through Dan, I would like to talk privately with the boss about my Washington trip as well as a few personal things." "It will take me no time to finish up with Dan and then I will join you in your office. Wait for me in there. You can set up the coffee table by that new couch," Yethro smiled. "And we can have an early dinner sent in." "O.K., in about ten minutes then," Jesse said as he turned to Dan and said his good byes and returned to his office and set up the table and ordered food sent in. When Yethro came in, he sat on the couch and smiled. "You don't know how many times these last few days I have come into your office and just sat here and thought about the last time we made love here. I really missed you. Did you know that except for the time I gave you your freedom, this was the longest we have been apart?" "I really did not realize that, but I did miss you also." Jesse said as the two of them began to eat. "I just hope that we can keep our relationship going even after I have to take a wife. That worries me and no matter how much you say that marriage will not affect our loving each other, I fear somehow it will." "You will see that it will not. It may even deepen it. When you have a baby it cannot help but add to it. But, we will face that when we come to it. Now tell me about your trip to Washington. I have never been there. Is it really as imposing as they say?" "Yes, it is all that and also a bit disturbing." "Disturbing? How so?" "Yethro, my trip was not what either you or I thought it was going to be. I thought I was going there to talk to the President's security people about his coming here. It turns out that Mr. Green is the Director of the Homeland Security Department and while he did make arrangements for me to talk to Security Agents for the President's visit, there was another reason he wanted me to come to Washington." "What was that?" "It seems as if both the President and Director are getting worried about your rise in popularity. In fact, it turns out that was the real reason for our trip. Anyway, Mr. Green arranged a secret meeting between the President and me yesterday. It was all so surreal. The two of them tried to get me to spy on you. They are really afraid of you and think you are a danger to the country. They want me to report to them anything that I think you are doing to take over the government." "Well I can't say that I'm surprised. I was wondering how come it took them so long to wake up. What did you tell them?" "Well I told them that as your son, I could not do it. They really put the pressure on me and kept at it and finally, in desperation to get out of there, I agreed to report anything that I thought was unlawful to Mr. Green. I'm sorry, Yethro, but there is just so much pressure you can take when you are face to face with the President," Jesse said with tears in his eyes. "Now you can fire me. I am not any good. I have betrayed you. You will never trust me again." Yethro took him in his arms and said, "Look it was only a matter of time before my enemies would try something like this. I'm just surprised that it has taken them so long. Politics can get messy at times and that S.O.B. in the White House is a real pro at it. No, my love, you did nothing wrong and I'm proud that you have told me this. We can use it. You will just tell him anything that you and I want to tell him. After all, how long does he have in office. If things keep going as well as they have been - soon we will be too strong for them to oppose us. One way or the other we will take over. And when we do, you my love, are going to be in a position to stick it up their backsides." "There you go again... Sex, sex, sex. Is that all you can think of." "Yes, come here my little sex slave before I am forced to defile you!" He pulled Jesse to him and kissed his lips. While doing this he was pinching his nipples. Yethro tore open Jesse's dress shirt and sunk his teeth into one of his nipples. Jesse noticed that the connecting door was still open and he disengaged himself, locked the door and returned to the couch where he again embraced the Arab and Jesse groped the man's ass and then made his way to his crotch where he found his dick was alive, hard and wanting to be played with. Jesse quickly unzipped the man's pants and reached in and pulled out the rock hard meat and took it into his mouth and devoured it. Taking it deep in his throat and working his tongue along the bottom of the cock he sucked hard. Finally unable to content himself with just sucking, Jesse undid his own pants and pulled his cock out of his pants and then stripped off Yethro's pants and bent him over the arm of the sofa, parted his ass globes and rammed his cock into his asshole. Yethro's anal muscles stretched to it's limits because it seemed that the situation had made Jesse even larger than normal... Jesse started fucking him in long slow strokes at first...Then they became faster...As he fucked the governor's ass he reached around and grasped the circumcised cock in his hand and fisted it and set up a common rhythm in an attempt to coordinate their orgasms...He then turned him over onto his back without removing himself from his ass and increased the speed. Thoroughly turned on by this, the Governor fucked as if this would be his very last fuck ever in life. Too soon, they both knew they could not last much longer and Jesse whispered urgently into his ear that he was about to cumm. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 33 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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 at my profile- all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Please send a donation to the site you are reading this on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". ***** End of chapter 32 "What we have can't be sinful or wrong. It's too good to be anything but paradise on earth. It is pure ecstasy and that can't be wrong. I not only love you but I trust you and know you will never betray me. And I promise you that I will never betray you. I trust you to do the right thing, my love and partner for life." Chapter 33 "If that is how you really feel - let's just forget about the whole shitting world and run away. Let's find a deserted island somewhere and the two of us build a shack on the beach and just swim and fornicate all day long. We can afford it. We have enough money to create our own universe. We can make our own laws and screw the rest of the world..." Jesse said. "My dear Jesse, you know we can not do that. Sometimes I envy those convicts I send into slavery. They at least don't have to worry about their future. While they have no future to really think of, you and I do have a future and we cannot disregard it even if we wanted to. We will just have to stay here and face the fact that one way or the other you are to become the future Caliph and that's all there is to it." Yethro laughed. "In that case, when I do, I will buy us an Island and we can go there on vacation at least six months a year." "Now I'll buy that!" The Judge sighed and kissed Jesse on the nape of his neck, wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him hard. "We better get some rest as we have a very big week ahead of us." As the Gov predicted, it was a big week-the final preparations were made for the conference and the President's visit. Along with this Yethro, insisted that he wanted Jesse to set up an appointment to see Rashid and his family as soon as it could be arranged. When Jesse asked why, the Judge told him that if they were to be his guests at the dinner, then he thought it would be only proper that he meet them before hand. "Besides, if she is to be my daughter, I want to approve her first." "But I have not even asked her yet," Jesse protested. "That is not the way it is done. You do not ask her to marry you. I ask the father or in this case her uncle, if he will sell her to you. If he wants to, then we bargain and come up with a mutually agreed price for her," Yethro said. "She may not even want me." "Want you? She will have nothing to say about it. Besides, what is this 'want you' shit? She will not only want you but I'll bet her uncle already has a big asking price for her in his mind! We will be lucky if we can afford a decent wedding party after he gets his 'Bride Price'," the governor jested. "Well," Jesse quipped. "If we follow the Arab custom of buying the bride, can we not then follow the American custom of having the bride's family pay for the wedding?" "That will all be decided in the negotiations," Yethro laughed. "Now set up that meeting. Besides, if she is as beautiful as Dan says, I want to meet her before that Uncle of hers sells her to someone else. You never know, I might take her myself." "You keep your hands off her and you will behave yourself. You will bargain with Rashid in a suitable way. I really like this family and do not want to see them humiliated in any way", Jesse said in all seriousness. "All I can promise you is that I will bargain like a true Bedouin. They would not expect or want me to act differently. After all I am looking to buy a woman for my only son and he deserves only the best!" Jesse called Rashid, explained that he had spoken to Yethro and if Ronnie really wanted to be his wife, then under certain conditions it could be arranged. He told him that Yethro had requested that Rashid and his family come to the mansion Thursday for an informal lunch so that he could meet them. If he approved of the family he would enter into negotiations with the understanding that any marriage would be put off until the girl was over18. "Why would we have to wait so long? Even in this country all that is required is that an underage bride has the permission of her family." "He feels that as governor he can not sanction the breaking of the intent of this state law. He must set the example. However, if admirable terms could be reached then he would agree to announce the engagement of the couple. He would expect that she would remain pure and any contact between the two of us will be conducted in an honorable fashion. Is that acceptable to you and your family?" "Yes, it is! As long as the 'bride money' is paid up-front as per our tradition. You see, Jesse, once the money is paid our tradition says that the two of you are man and wife. There is no need for any type of ceremony. If you or she should not consummate the marriage or want to marry someone else, you will need a divorce if you want to have a Moslem marriage." Rashid advised him. "You see we Moslems take this very seriously." "I understand all that and so does Yethro. Be prepared. He is just itching to get into this bargaining bit..." Jesse laughed. "We will see you Thursday at about noon. I will send a limo for you and the family. It will be good to see you again. I have missed you." "I have missed you, too, Jesse. When can we get together again?" "I'm sorry Rashid, but with this Governors' Conference I will be tied up almost all the time. Perhaps once this conference is over I will be able to take a few days off and go up to the lake. You know that I would love to spend some more time with you, but my life is not my own and Yethro does come first." "I understand-I don't like it, but I do understand." Rashid sort of whined. "It seems like years since we saw each other." "YEARS! Rashid, get a hold of yourself. It's been only a few days since we were together up at the lake and we will be together Thursday and then again on Friday." Jesse said. "We both knew what we were getting into and you can't get goofy on me now. There is too much at stake here. Perhaps after class this Friday we can spend some time together. Yes, perhaps a drive to the country for a few hours." "Well that will have to do. I'm looking forward to it. Just the two of us in the car." "And we will be together on Thursday. So I will see you then." Thursday came and Rashid and his family arrived at the Governor's mansion and were met by Jesse who took them to meet Yethro. Ronnie was dressed in another stunning dress and she looked even more beautiful, if that were possible. Jesse offered her his arm and led her and the family to the private apartment of the Governor where Yethro was waiting for them. "May I present to you the family of my friend Rashid Hussein," Jesse introduced them to him. He could see Yethro's jaw drop when he saw the young girl. "I see now why my son is so taken with you, my dear. Will you allow me to escort you and your mother to the table?" he said as he held out one of the chairs for her to sit in and then sat beside her with Rashid, his mother and Jesse filling in the other chairs. As lunch was served, Yethro engaged her in conversation designed to gather as much information about her as he could. What he heard pleased him and he also questioned Rashid and his mother. Poor Jesse felt as if he was not even in the room. The entire conversation was in Arabic and even though Jesse understood everything he was forced to act as if he was not even present. Jesse leaned over to Rashid and whispered, "You see, I told you he would be pleased to be able to speak Arabic at his table once again. Do you think he likes her?" "Shussssssh Yes, he seems to be well taken with her. It appears to be going well. I will let you know what they are talking about later. Just look at my mother.. She is about to burst with pride and happiness." Jesse reached over and took Rashid's mother's hand in his and gave it a slight squeeze as he smiled at her and then moved his eyes to Yethro and Ronnie who were lost in conversation as if they were the only ones in the room. The grandmother squeezed his hand back and smiled as if to say, it is going so well don't spoil it! After lunch was over Yethro asked that Rashid join him in his office for a private meeting. "I think that Rashid and I have to talk together for a while. Jesse will you be kind enough to show the women our garden. Perhaps they might want to have some more coffee and dessert out there. We should not be long." When they were in his office, Yethro had him sit on a low chair in front of his big desk while he perched himself on his desk overlooking Rashid. This gained him the advantage of being the aggressor and having Rashid look up to him. Then, to make him feel even lower, he said, "O.K. young man. I have seen this niece of yours and I must say she appears to be a very nice young woman. She is pleasing to the eye, well educated and a credit to our people. From what I can see you have done a good job raising her, but, and this is a big but, she is hardly in a class to be the wife of my son. I have great plans for the future of my son and I'm not sure that she would be able to fit into that future. But, even with that disability, for some reason, my son appears to have taken a fancy to her. He, as you know, is not one of our people. He's an American and an infidel. I adopted him. He was not raised as we were and he will not listen to me even though I have threatened to cut him off. He has been, as these Americans say, bitten by the love bug. In spite of all reason, he still wants to take her to his bed. This being America and not anything like the old country, it is quite possible that they may, shall we say take things into their own hands and become entangled. I know Jesse is a gentleman and your niece is a lady, but these days and in this country, things do happen. Therefore, before that happens, I think we should come to some sort of arrangement. Money wise, that is." "Sir, with all due respect, you dishonor me and my family. I hope I have misunderstood what you are saying. But to be sure, let's get this out in the open once and for all. You are not proposing or suggesting that Ronnie be your son's whore? If you are, that is an insult and I warn you, Governor or not, I am not a pimp and that insulting inference will cost you. I know what you are trying to do and I feel it only fair to remind you that I, too, am a Bedouin as you are and will not hesitate to demand satisfaction..." "Please! Do not get so upset. I see that my son wants her, even if she is a bit young. I assume she is 'pure' so I am therefore forced to enter into negotiations with you. What am I going to have to give you for her hand? I assume that is why you are here." "I am here only because your son asked me to come and my niece begged me to talk to you. Let me assure you that if it were up to me, I would not even consider such a match. To be honest with you, your son is not acceptable to me. I know and like Jesse. We are students in the same class together. Even if he is planning to become one of us, he is still not a trueborn believer like us. Therefore, as a true believer, I cannot allow this relationship to continue. It would be an insult to my family and to Ronnie's poor dead mother and father. In their memory it will be difficult for me to give my consent. I would rather have her share the marriage bed with a poor true Arab street beggar than an uncircumcised..." "Let's stop playing games! Since you choose to make this into a Mid-east bazaar, just how much will it take to smooth over those feelings," Yethro smiled. "A lot more than you have Governor and, besides, I'm not sure Ronnie is prepared to share her bed with your son. From what I hear he has a woman already. I read in the newspapers that the two of them are what they call 'an item'. What about this woman that he is always seen with--this Miss Goodwin, if that's her name? I heard that the two of them were living together. If true, that has to stop. I don't want any problems with her." "He is not living with that woman or any other woman. She is just a friend who has been, shall we say, teaching him certain things that shall prepare him for the marriage bed. Things that will make it easier for your niece on her wedding night! She is also the daughter of a very big contributor to my party. She is much older than my son and most likely passed the childbearing years. Besides your niece is a Moslem and I hope a virgin and Ms. Goodwin is not. As far as Jesse, I'm sure he will convert soon. His lessons are going well as you know." "But will he dismiss that woman? They do look like they are in love!" "They are not in love! I've talked to my son and he has agreed, if you and I can come to an agreement, he will not only take your niece as his primary wife but he will keep her as his only wife until he is too old to service any woman. He is not like us and does not want more than one wife." Hearing this, Rashid smiled for he now knew that Yethro was very vulnerable. Yethro had made the error of admitting that Jesse had almost demanded that his father pay whatever Rashid would demand. Still Yethro was a Bedouin and one must be careful when dealing with one of them. He could have a few tricks up his sleeve, but it was now or never and he was going for broke. Rashid then said in a soft voice, "Well then, that being the case, one million dollars is the Bride Price." "Thief! Bandit! Do you think I am made out of money? I never heard of such a ridiculous price. You would think she was made of pure gold. I am not a King with "Oil Money" running in my veins. Not even the Saudi king paid that for his wife!" Yethro countered. Fifty thousand is my top price. And that is much more than she is worth." "Now you really insult me..."And so it went offer and counter offer, back and forth. For over two hours. Yethro drove a hard bargain, but Rashid had the commodity the Governor wanted and he drove an even harder one. They cursed and screamed at each other. At one point Yethro grabbed Rashid by the lapels of his suit jacket and threatened to call the Department of Immigration and have Rashid and his family deported. Rashid laughed and countered with threats of his own. Finally the price was not the issue at all and the fun of the bargaining process took precedence. The price came down to a reasonable amount. But Yethro was still forced to pay more than he wanted. "O.K. It is settled! Then it is 350,000 US dollars. You are a bandit, but a loveable one at that", Yethro laughed in near hysterics, "I have not had this much fun since I gave up shopping in the souk. I will have the papers prepared and we can sign them in a few days, but for now let us shake hands on the deal and then I think we should rejoin the ladies and Jesse and tell them the good news. By the way you need not tell Jesse the amount of our arrangement just yet. I don't want him to know that I was outfoxed by a youngster like you." "Outfoxed? I would hardly call it that. It is I that have been not only outfoxed but have had my Bedouin blood drained from my body," Rashid mockingly protested as they, arms around each other's shoulders, rejoined the rest of the group. Yethro took Rania's hand and raised it to his mouth and brushed his lips over it. He then took both Jesse's and Ronnie's hands and joining them together, kissed both their fingers and said, "My dear children, may you have a long and happy life together. And may I be the first to welcome you to the Allwadii family. Your uncle and I have come to an agreement and if it is both of your desires to wed, we give our permission and blessings. But I must warn you that, although I love my son, Jesse is most unworthy of such beauty." Ronnie, looked shyly down at the floor and said, "I do not know if I love him or not, your Excellency. But, I suspect that it will not take long for both of us to find happiness together." Turning to Jesse he asked, "Is this your wish also, my son?" "Yes, Abba, it is my desire to find happiness with Rania." Then, putting his arms around the two of them, Yethro said, "So let it be! Now if you will excuse me, I have much work to do in preparation for the President's visit. Speaking of which, Jesse, see to it that Rania and her family receive invitations to the Presidential dinner. I'm sure the President would love to meet them." And to the family he said, "It was a pleasure to meet you and I'm sure Jesse will answer any questions about the dinner, but I really must run now. I will see you all at the dinner." After Yethro left, Rashid told his mother that he thought it would be fitting if the two of them left the couple alone for a few minutes. "You two have five minutes alone," then he took his mother by the hand and led her to the other side of the garden behind a wall where they sat and waited. Jesse took Ronnie in his arms and looked into her eyes and asked, "Is this what you want, habibi? Do you want to be my wife?" "I don't really know. This has really been like a hurricane. Things have been flying around and I am dizzy. I like you and my family is very much for this marriage, but ... this has happened so fast. My Grandma says I should be happy and Rashid is also very in favor. I'm just not sure yet. What about you? Is this what you want?" "I, too, am not sure. It has really just hit me. But we will have over a year to get to know each other before the wedding. I know that I have strong feelings for you. I think I fell in love when I first saw you. I don't think I could have done any better. May I kiss you?" Jesse asked. Then, not waiting for an answer, he took her into his arms and kissed her and held her tight. At first the kiss was soft and childish, but it soon heated up. As their bodies made intimate contact the kiss got deeper and deeper. This girl is not as innocent as he thought. She clung to him, pressing her young body into his, and then he felt her mouth open and she let his tongue play with hers. Jesse held her light body in his arms and lifted her as he hugged her and continued to explore her mouth until they both became aware of Rashid clearing his throat. Then red faced, they breathlessly parted lips and stopped. "I see that I shall have to keep a wary eye on both of you. You must behave yourselves. At least for now..." Her uncle smiled. Her Grandmother took her by the hand and pulled her away looking at her like she was a tramp. "As much as I hate to tell you this, I, too, must get back to business. The limo will take you home and in a few days you will be getting a call from a woman I will be sending to your house. She will take Ronnie, your mother and you to shop for a few outfits for the dinner. Rashid you will need a tux and the women will need gowns. She will also coach you on the protocol for meeting the President. Do not worry about the cost. It will be one of my wedding gifts to your family." Jesse said as he took out his cell phone and made arrangements to have them taken home. Jesse bid Rashid and his mother good bye and again kissed Ronnie (this time in a more civilized manner) and saw them to the waiting limo. Then he returned to Yethro's office where the Judge and Dan were waiting for him." The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 34 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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 at the contact tab on my profile - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Please send a donation to the site you are reading this on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". ***** End of Chapter #33 "Mmmmmm that's 100 proof," he smiles and says, "I think it's going to take Ronia many years to learn to savor you like I just did. Do you think you can even teach her?" "I'm sure I can and it might be fun, but, as long as I have you - I won't need to do that..." Chapter #34 "Now, now, Jess, you know that as a good Muslim husband it will be your duty to teach and train her in the ways of the marriage bed." Yethro chided him. "I don't want to hear that Ronnie is deprived of your superior love making abilities. It would be an insult to our family it she were to be unable to produce children because of some deficiency of yours. You have a duty to me, as your father and to Allah, the Father of all of us. I fully expect you to "knock her up" within as short a time as possible and to keep her 'knocked up' for as long as she is able to produce sons. I don't want to hear anything about over population. I want many grandchildren." "Hey, I will do my duty. You can bet on it." Jess replied. He did not want to hurt the Judge's feeling by bringing up the fact that Yethro was himself childless by natural means. "MMMmm you almost sound as if you are looking forward to this. Perhaps we better get you into the saddle as soon as possible! What do you think of having the President perform the ceremony when he comes this week? You know he can do it and it would be legal. I'm sure he will be only too happy to do it for the two of you," Yethro chided him. Jesse laughed and said. "We will just have to wait on that! I really don't think the President would perform a marriage where the bride is underage, even though both our families were to give their consent. The newspapers would have a field day with that. Besides, don't you think we should get the Imam to do it. He has been working so hard on my education. I think it would be an insult to him if I were to allow anyone else to officiate, even if it were the President of the United States. Besides, can a Moslem be married by a Christian?" "Then you have decided to convert?" Yethro, grabbing Jesse and hugging him asked. "Convert - there is no such thing as conversion - the Imam teaches that each of us is born Moslem. At birth we may not know this. We wander around looking for the right path to the truth. It just takes a while longer for some of us to realize the truth." Jesse smiled. Yethro again grabbed Jesse and held him close and kissed him. "My son, you are truly my son. I know that now and nothing will ever change it. Even if you never convert, you are more of a Moslem than most of these Islamic clowns we have spouting out crap. I must think of some way to reward the Imam for the way he has made you see the way." "If there is anyone to thank it is you, Abba. You are really that, my father, just as if you had really sired me." Jesse said in Arabic. Yethro was shocked and smiled as he said, "Your Arabic is really improving. I will have to watch what I am saying," he replied automatically in Arabic. Switching to English, "Not really," Jesse lied. "I have been practicing that sentence for weeks now and waiting for an opportunity to use it. How is my accent?" "A bit too Syrian, but that's most understandable as the Imam is Syrian and so is Rashid and his family. I should have expected that. It will not take long for you to shift to the right accent." "I doubt if I will ever get it. I have no ability to understand when someone speaks to me ¬even if they speak slowly. I may understand one in ten words and by the time my brain translates that, the conversation has changed." Jesse lied. (Arabic was his second, if not his first language, having been brought up in Saudi Arabia by Arab servants of his mother and father.) "You still have trouble understanding because you have not been forced to hear and speak it. What you need is to be dumped among people who do not know English. Then you will learn. Anyway you know enough to read Koran and that is all you will need. While I don't approve of it, there are many who read the Koran and pray in Arabic everyday and still cannot understand a word of what they are reading or praying. After the Governors' conference, I think it might be a good idea if I were to send you on a tour of the Middle East as an ambassador of good will from our state. Perhaps you could work out some new trade relations." "I would love to go, but I don't think it would be a good idea right now. Perhaps after Ronnie and I are married we will go for a honeymoon trip or perhaps go on a pilgrimage of the holy places." Jesse answered. "That would be wonderful! I am going to have a son that has made a hajj," he yawned. "Now let's get some sleep as we have a busy day ahead of us." The rest of the week was busy as final arrangements were made for the conference and the President's visit. The opening day went off with a minimum of problems. There were mix-ups over accommodations and seating, but nothing really troubling and most were quickly resolved. Jesse's staff handled most of the problems. The opening dinner found Yethro and Jesse in the receiving line welcoming the guests. Standing along side of him was Ronia, dressed in a new outfit that Jesse had made for her by one of the foremost couturiers in the country. Since Rashid and his mother were not on the receiving line, but were already seated, she was ill at ease. Jesse held her hand and she did a good job covering up her fear with surprising ease - until she almost lost it when the President and his wife arrived. Jesse saw her almost swoon and quickly put one arm around her waist and this helped her to regain her composure. "Mr. President and Madam, may I present, Ms. Ronia Suleshah, my fiancée, to you." "A pleasure to meet you Ms. Suleshah," he said as he extended his hand and shook hers. "Jesse you did not mention that you were engaged when we met in Washington. Congratulations, you are to be envied. She is most charming." "Thank you, Mr. President. . I did not mention it since it only happened a few days ago and to tell the truth our families, and now you, are among the first to know. This is our first time in public as a couple and she is not used to all this lime light yet!" "How wonderful for the both of you. You make a very charming couple and your families must be very happy. My wife and I look forward to the day when our girls will find their husbands and we wish you a happy life together." "Thank you, sir, " Jesse said. The rest of the evening went off without a hitch and so did the conference. After the dinner was over Jesse accompanied Ronia home in a limo. Rashid had to take his mother home earlier because the excitement and seeing her grandchild sitting next to the First Lady and talking to her was too much. After dinner she had asked Rashid to drive her home leaving Jesse to arrange to take Ronia home. It was just the two of them in the back of the car. "Oh!" she cried when they were alone at last. "What a night! You! The Governor! The President and his wife-all those important people! I don't know if I've ever been so scared in my life. It was wonderful and exciting. I never have seen such a fancy affair. I hope I did not embarrass you too much. Poor Grandma, I hope she is O.K." "I'm sure she is! Otherwise Rashid would have paged me. I did phone him and he said she is fine and resting in bed. As for you, you were magnificent! You were perfect and you better get used to all this as this is only the beginning. I think the First Lady was a bit taken aback by your beauty. But then that's her problem. My only problem with you was that I could not keep my hands off of you!" Jesse said as he pulled her to him and kissed her lips and held her tight in his grasp. At first she resisted a bit but then she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue and then she felt his fingers on the back of her head, pulling her face in for an even deeper kiss. Then, releasing her a bit, he whispered in her ear, "I've been wanting to do that all evening. You taste as good as you look Ronnie." His hands were all over her as she squirmed around in his grasp. "Stop Jesse, you'll ruin my dress." "I would love to rip it off that hot body of yours and run my mouth all over you. Relax and don't fight - I'll be gentle and I won't hurt you. You do belong to me legally now. Are you not my wife according to Sharia law?" She kissed him harder and then she said, "You are right, but not in the back seat of some limo. What will the driver think?" "The driver is paid to drive the car, not spy on the people in the back seat," he said as he pushed her down on the seat and forced his fingers between her legs ripping aside her panties and forced his finger up her "twat", where he felt the thin hymen and stopped. "By Allah, you are a virgin a real honest to goodness real virgin!" Then he released her and sat back and said, "Please forgive me. I just could not control myself. I just could not believe that you are a virgin and had to prove it to myself. I did not want my father to find out the day after our wedding that he had been cheated." She sat back and strengthened herself out. "Of cause I am. If you were not sure, you could have asked that I be examined by a doctor." Blushing and ashamed Jesse replied, "I'm sorry Ronnie, you're right, I was wrong. I apologize and if you will forgive me, I promise never to touch you again until we are married." "I accept your apology... I hope you're not going to think badly of me - but Jesse I sort of liked it," she blushed and giggled. "Does that make me a bad girl?" "No, my dear," he said as he again kissed her lips. "But from now on I will just have to behave better. Perhaps Rashid is right and we should always have a chaperone when we go out." "No, Rashid was wrong and I would not like that. Tonight I learned something about you and I like what it was. You really care for me and my honor and that of my family. I could have let you take me right here in the car. In fact I even wanted you to. Like you said, we are really married and I would not have been dishonored. You would have been exercising your rights as my owner, but you chose to be my husband and not my master. I know our men think all women are their slaves and treat them as such. When Rashid told me that you were interested in me, I almost fainted with delight. Not that I knew you or ever saw you, but the fact that I was going to marry an American and not be sold to some older Arab man to be his property was something that I always dreamed about. I won't lie to you! It's true, I was happy to see that you were young, rich and handsome, but even more happy to feel that you were not looking for a sex slave." "I wouldn't mind you being my sex slave, but I know we will be happier if we treat each other as equals from now on," he said, again kissing her deeply as the limo came to a halt in front of her house. "We are home. There is a mirror in the glove compartment, you look fine to me, but we better check ourselves out before we go in." "I wish we could stay out here and just talk so that I can learn more about you, but Rashid would be furious if the neighbors were to report that we did not come right in. He would kill you for dishonoring me, to say nothing about what he would do to me! Come in for a while - just to say good night." "Yes, I will. I hope Rashid is up as I think it's about time that I had a little talk with Rashid and your grandmother. They both must be told the truth that you are a young lady, engaged to me and you no longer need their protection. I am your protector and will look after you now. He won't bother you again and if he does, just let me know and I will take care of him." They entered the house and Rashid was waiting for them. He was seething with rage. "Well it's about time my whore niece came home. Go to your room, I will take care of you later!" he shouted as he grabbed her hand and started to pull her away from Jesse. Jesse walked up to him and slapped him in the face so hard that he released Ronnie and drew back. "No one, not even you, calls my fiancé a whore. And just so we are crystal clear on this, if you ever so much as touch or speak to her again like that, I will make sure you will wish you had never been born," he balled up his fist and shook it under his nose. "Do I make myself clear? Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He shouted. Pulling back Rashid turned white with fear. "I was only protecting my family's honor," he stammered. "You can forget about this family honor crap! There is no longer any need for you to do that. Neither she nor her honor is yours to protect anymore. You sold her to me and while we have not consummated the marriage, her honor is mine to protect - not yours! And I intend to fully protect her. She is pure now and will remain that way until we, her and I, decide to consummate the marriage. It is our decision to make. Not yours or anyone else's. Is that understood?" "Yes it is!" he said sheepishly. "Good! Now that that's settled, Ronnie come here, please," Jesse requested and when she did, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply right in front of her red faced uncle. "I hope, aside from this foolishness, that you had a good time tonight and I just wanted you to know that my father, the President, his wife and a great many people came over to me and complimented me on my wonderful good fortune in having such a charming woman and that they hoped to see more of you. In fact the President and his wife invited the two of us to visit them in the near future. Now go to sleep and remember that it is I and not Rashid that you answer to from now on. Is that understood?" "Yes," she said. "Good," he said and kissed her once again. Now off to bed with you." Then turning to Rashid he said, "Please, come outside, I have something else to say to you." When they were outside and a little away from the house, Jesse put his arm around Rashid and hugged him. "Please forgive me for smacking you, I hope I did not hurt you too much, but I just want you to know that nothing has changed between you and me. However, I will not permit you to harm that girl in anyway. If you do and I find out about it, I will kill you with my own two hands. I will rip off both your balls and feed the bloody mess to you. My father has paid you a lot of money for her. Don't let me have to tell him to have you punished. You will not like it!" "Jesse, I'm sorry I got you so angry. I was just protecting your and your father's interests and investment. From now on I will keep my mouth shut and my hands to myself." "Good. And to show you that nothing has changed between us, will you come with me to the cabin this coming weekend?" "Of course I will. I guess I just got a bit jealous seeing the two of you holding hands and thinking that I was going to lose you." Jesse grabbed him around and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Behave yourself and you will never lose me as long as you keep your hands off Ronnie. You are to treat her with the respect due my wife and as you know, I do not like people who hurt those I like. Don't be jealous, as there is nothing that can replace my feelings for you. I want Ronnie to be happy so that she can provide me with children. You know that if I am to fulfill our dreams, I will need a family." "Again, let me say that it will never happen again. I pledge on the Koran that I will change my ways and apologize to her. You must remember that for an Arab this is a very big cultural change," Rashid said. "I'll see you in class Friday and afterwards we can go to the cabin and spend the weekend together." "Good see you then. Be sure to give your mother my best. I have to get back to the mansion now. Good night. We will talk before the weekend," Jesse said and got into the limo and drove back to the Governor's mansion and entered Yethro's bedroom. He undressed and as he got into the bed he felt him stir beside him. "Did you get Rania home alright?" Yethro whispered. "Yes. I had a bit of a to-do with Rashid and had to put him in his place," Jesse moaned sleepily. "What was his problem? I should think he would have been happy the way things worked out." "He was pissed off that he had to take his mother home and leave Ronnie and I un-chaperoned. He called her a whore and I had to slap his face. Anyway I got him settled down and he agreed to give us some slack." "I know it is hard for non-Moslems to understand our dating restrictions, but you were right to exert your authority in this case because I know the two of you will be getting more invitations from now on. Some of those invitations will not include one for a chaperone. Both you and Rania were the hit of the evening. I was really proud of the both of you. You've done a wonderful job ¬¬- everyone said so. There is even talk of running you for the Senate and then maybe the Governorship after my term is over or I decide to retire. Someone even said they would like to see you as the party chairman." "What only the party chairmanship? I was hoping for the Presidency at least! Yethro, I'm too tired to think of anything like that now. I'm even too worn-out to have sex. I need my sleep." Jesse moaned. "You're getting to be like an old man. You need a vacation. A weekend at the lake should refresh you. I would love to go with you, but Dan has some new problems he wants to talk to me about. What you need is a restful weekend filled with fun. Why not take Phyllis to the cabin and..." "Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? That is the most ridiculous idea you have ever came up with. That's just what we need now. I can see the headlines now- 'Newly engaged Governor's son spends weekend with another woman!'. That's all we both need. However, going up to the lake is a good idea and I could use some company. I think I will go to the cabin this weekend, but I will take Rashid. It should calm him down a bit. I'll call him in the morning and try to smooth things out with him. What do you think?" "Good idea. If it is one thing we do not need ¬- it is trouble with thes," he sighed and rolled over on his side and said, "Now go to sleep and get some rest we still have a few sessions of the conference to attend." In the morning, Jesse called Ronia and she told him that Rashid had talked to both her and her mother and apologized for his behavior. He said that while he hoped that she would remember and honor her Moslem upbringing; it was no longer his duty to protect her honor. Her future husband had assured him that as of now he would take the responsibility. "I feel like a free woman. Jesse, for the first time in my life, I feel free!" "You are a free woman. You always have been and always will be free. Don't let anyone tell you anything different. I want you as my wife not because Yethro bought and paid for you. That was just for custom's sake. I care a lot for you, too, Ronnie. No matter what happens-remember that!" The Conference ended on Thursday and by evening most if not all of the people had left for their home states. Everyone said it was the most productive week they ever had. Letters of thanks and congratulations came from everyone including members of both political parties. And the President had sent a special invitation to Jesse and Ronia to visit the White house after they were married. Both The Judge and Jesse had made a lot of new friends and political connections that could come in handy when and if Jesse were to decide to run for higher office. The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 34 Jesse had packed a few things for the weekend and after class on Friday both he and Rashid jumped into Jess' car and headed up to the lake. As soon as they passed through the compound gate Jesse let out a sigh of relief. It was as if he had shrugged his shoulders and the weight of the world had fallen off his back. He parked the car and they both ran up the steps to the front door and were shocked to find that the place was decked with fresh flowers. "Hey Jess, there is a card addressed to you here," Rashid said and handed it to Jesse, who opened it and read it aloud, "This is to thank you for the conference. You, Ronia and her family were magnificent. Have a wonderful restful weekend. To make sure you do, I had the mansion chief prepare several dinners for the two of you. You will find them in the freezer. You earned it!" signed - Abba. "Now that was real considerate of your father. At least we won't have to cook." Jesse opened the door and no sooner had they entered than Jesse got that devilish look in his eyes and said, "Quick, off with the clothes and follow me." He striped off his shoes and socks, quickly followed by the rest of his clothes, then grabbed a few towels and ran naked out the door and down the pathway leading to the lake. Rashid, laughing followed him leaving a trail of discarded clothes along the trail all the way to the end of the pier end. "I'll race you to the Raft," he shouted as the two of them dived into the cool water. Swimming like madmen they splashed their way to the raft. Jesse beat Rashid by a few milli-seconds and climbed out of the water and then extended his hand to help Rashid. Rashid grabbed his hand and yanked Jesse back into the lake and then got out onto the raft. "I made it first," Rashid prancing up and down shouted gleefully. "I'm king of the mountain. Ask me nicely and I'll let you come up here." Ignoring him, Jesse dove under the raft and came up the other side and was on the raft before Rashid knew what was happening. He grabbed him around and forced him down to the raft floor. Laughing, the two wrestled like little children; then just stopped and looked into each other's eyes. "I bet you forgot the condoms again." Jesse said as he laid atop Rashid their nude bodies pressing into each other. "No I didn't, but they are in my luggage." Rashid moaned. "FUCK IT, we don't need the damn things anyway. We are family," he laughed and kissed Rashid's lips. He inserted his tongue into the Arab's mouth and Rashid sucked on it. Then removing his tongue he licked Rashid's lips, then his ears and then moved onto his neck and down to his nipples. "You taste wonderful and I've missed you," he said as he took first the right and then the left nipple and playfully nibbled on them. He then moved to his armpit where he licked and kissed his way down to the abs. With his head hovering over Rashid's hard cock, Jess lowered his mouth to the panicle of the Arab's cock and licked the hot wet top with the tip of his tongue. As his mouth went lower and lower taking more and more of the hot rod into his mouth, keeping his lips tight around the meat and his throat relaxed, he could feel Rashid twist and thrash around as he moved up and down until the head entered his throat. Then, for some reason he felt Rashid's fingers on his shoulders almost forcefully pushing him away. "No! No! No, Jesse, don't suck me off, at least not yet," he pleaded almost in tears. "I don't want to come too fast. I have been waiting too long for this. I'm on a hair trigger. Please, hold me tight and let me feel your body on top of mine. Let our bodies just absorb each other. Skin to skin. I want become one with you, to feel your heat. I want your hot rod in me. I need to cum with you in me, together, both of us at the same time. The time for hot passionate sex is not now or here. Today and from now on, let's make love-not lust! I want to feel that this is real and not dirty." "Yeah, It feels so nice, just the two of us, here at the lake," he said as he re-adjusted himself so that they were real comfortable. "Jess, I love you. There! I've said it! Our teachers say this is wrong, but it cannot be anything but right! I know that now. I guess I have since the first time I saw you in the Mosque and then later when I heard you had joined the Imam's class I rushed to enter it also. I really did not need the class. I already know most of what the old guy is teaching, but I had to be near you. All the other guys were hoping to ensnare this rich, handsome blond American guy and entice him into dating their sisters but from the very first, I wanted you for myself. I only realized how much the other night. I can't tell you how I felt seeing Ronia and you holding hands at the conference and talking to all those people. I felt cut out. I wanted to be there beside you holding your hand. You were mine first and I should never have let you meet her. I saw the look in your eyes when I took you home and you almost undressed her with your eyes. And later, after the conference, at my house to see you kissing her ... I acted foolishly out of pure stupid jealousy." "Shhhh. You must stop thinking like that. We do what we have to do," he said as he pushed his body between Rashid's legs gaining access to his man pussy. Taking his cock in his hand he rubbed the foreskin over the anal crack and teased his quivering rosebud. The combination of lake water and pre-cum wetting the crack prepared the tunnel for his entrance. He could feel the flesh gateway give way as he applied pressure. "Just remember that Ronia is only for children, you on the other hand are for paradise." He said paraphrasing the old Arab saying as he began the journey into the "garden of Eden". "Ooh Yeah Jess," he said as he lifted his ass up a bit so Jesse could enter him easier. Rashid's ass ring circled, caressed and eased his foreskin back as he popped in. He pushed in, in short strokes, until he was seated and could feel his balls banging on the Arab's ass. "Yes, do it babe, do me good! Nice and slow. Long, romantic strokes. Move it around and make contact with the sides of my love hole. Ream me out baby. Drive me crazy!" At first slow, yet forceful, then a little faster, then inserting his hands under the Arab's ass and raising the Arab's feet onto his shoulders, Jesse began to pound in and out. He lifted Rashid up and forced his legs even higher up as he started to power fuck him until Rashid was screaming and begging him to fuck him even faster and harder. "Pound my Koos (hole)," he screamed. AND POUND HE DID. Over and over, causing the raft to bounce up and down in rhythm with Jesse's thrusts and sending little waves out in circular patterns. His cock hit Rashid's love button over and over, driving him crazy. Then like fireworks going off they both stopped as the storm of cummm blasted thru like a tornado ripping through a trailer park. Then eerie silence descended over the lake. The only sounds heard were the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees, the waves hitting the raft and an occasional moan as both men came back down to planet earth. To be continued... The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 35 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. 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 on my PROFILE- all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Please send a donation to the site you are reading this on. Money is needed to keep this site "Up and Running". ***** End of chapter #34 Then eerie silence descended over the lake. The only sounds heard were the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees, the waves hitting the raft and an occasional moan as both men came back down to planet earth. Chapter 35 As they lay upon the raft in the afterglow of their sex, Jesse sighed and said, "I will really miss all of this when Ronnie and I are married." "Hey!" Rashid yelled and rose up on one elbow. "What the hell do you mean by that! Didn't I tell you that your marriage to her, or any of those other four wives as a Muslim you are allowed to have, would not change anything between us. While I may decide to take another, you will never get rid of me - you will always be mine." "I know what you said and I agree to it, but that may in time have to change. I doubt that I will be able to keep five wives and you as well, when I enter the White house. It would be too risky." "Too risky? Are you kidding? As the supreme Leader and Caliph, no one would dare to question your actions. As your 'Justice Minister' I would cut the throat of any who would raise either their hand or their voice against you." Rashid laughed. "Justice Minister. You are you joking? You don't even have a law degree. Yethro might be able to fill that job, although I was thinking of making him Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. That way I would have more time for you. You could be my Chief of Staff ¬and you would have an office next to mine with a connecting door. We might even furnish it with a nice comfortable sofa like the one I have in my office now. That way no one would be able to accuse us of..." "Great, that is even better than having to sneak up here to make love. We will be able to keep the press at bay. That is, until we do away with the "Free Press". "I doubt that we will ever be able to do that. Public relations is the key to good government, or at least making it look like the government is good," Jesse smiled. "Even now Yethro is planning to send Ronnie and me on a honeymoon trip to Europe and the Middle East for a whole month, to cement relations with foreign businesses. He says that the trip will put us in the mood to produce children. And he wants us to have lots of them. He also wants us to act as some sort of trade mission for our state, but I think he is really jealous of you." "I can understand that. The old man is not a fool! He saw how you handled both the governors' conference and the way you and Ronnie not only outshone him, but also dominated the Presidential banquet; I can see why he might want to use both of you in that manner. However, I disagree with your assessment and knowing Yethro - he must have something else in mind. Now, what the hell could he be thinking of?" Rashid asked. "Maybe I'm placing too much into the situation. It could be that the old Yethro is coming to the surface again," Jesse said, disgusted. "The old geezer could be reverting back to his old ways of milking the system. I think he figures that since you made him pay that huge Bride Price for Ronnie he has to make it up¬ in some way and cut his expenses. So, he will just have the state pay for our honeymoon. If we did bring a bit of business back to the State - the entire expense would be justified. It's the same principle as that plot he and Dan hatched to save the State money on prison expenses. We not only got rid of the expense of feeding, housing and trying to rehabilitate murderers and hardcore criminals but we made a profit at the same time. While the State came out the winner, at the same time I'm sure both Dan and Yethro pocketed some money under the counter. Thereby everyone gained!" Rashid laughed and said, "You may be right but, come to think of it, this trade mission business is not a bad idea. However, I think he just might be thinking of something else as well. Ever since he divorced his wife and adopted you, the Caliphate leadership has been wary of both of you. Note I said 'wary'. Yethro still had a lot of supporters in the leadership. To this day, he still has. But a few of them were beginning to question. Some of them, although not really against Yethro and his homosexual tendencies, even wanted to kill both of you and start all over again." "Kill us - but why?" "Come on, use your brain, and think about the situation! You have to admit that they had every reason to wonder what was going on. They had invested a lot of time and money in him then, he turns around and over night he brings in a Christian! Even you must know that to trust 'outsiders' is not in our make-up or manner. We would rather have our leadership come from within our ranks or from men that we have run through one of our training systems. Yethro had to convince them that this time honored and tried method would not work in America. And for the most part he did just that. We would need Americans if we were to take over the Government. Sure we could always have killed off the President and taken hold of the government by force of arms, but it might get a bit messy. If America were to be part of the world Caliphate, it would have to be you or someone like you to do it. Someone who would not only look like an American but be one. And he would have to be blond, blue eyed, and Christian as well. All this, Yethro did finally succeed in convincing them. However, they had to be able to see that you were what Yethro says you were. In fact even after he convinced them they still wanted to make sure. So they sent me. I had instructions to find out what was going on and if I found out that you were not what Yethro had said you were... I was to kill the both of you! I was to do it as quickly as I could. Yethro was to be poisoned, but you were to have had your throat cut, or if I wanted, I could have you packaged and sent in a shipment like the convicts. I guess they figured that it made no sense to waste that body of yours. However, my reports back have more than proved that Yethro was right. And now they are pressing me to arrange a meeting with you soon." "They are?" Jesse asked. "Why would they be interested in meeting me now? I am still a bit young to run for the office right now." "There was a lot of pressure from the powers that be to find out what our money has been paying for. Not only that, but if they are to continue to support this plan, they want to know that the money that will be needed in the future will be well spent. Yethro has been reporting back to them about you for years now and has not shown them any results until now. Now that they really see some progress - they really have put on the pressure." "What progress?" Jesse questioned. "What has changed?" "Well, first of all, Yethro's success as Governor. They know that a large group of influential Americans are now ready to follow his leadership. They believe that, had he been born in the US, he could easily make it all the way to the White House in the next election. Then secondly, there is your Washington trip. They know all about your meeting with the President and how he asked you to spy on Yethro." "How did they find out about that?" "Yethro made a full report to them about it and because you told Yethro that the President asked you to spy on him, they now know that they can trust you and want to meet with you." "I told that to Yethro because he is my father and not to act as the Caliphate's spy," Jesse said in a rather annoyed manner. "Why you told him is of no matter. Don't fool yourself, the Caliphate has spies everywhere and would have found out soon enough, but to get the news almost in 'real time', well that was like a dream come true. This is what they had been hoping would happen for years. There is nothing they would like more than having an agent right in the White House. They have spies in many governmental offices, but never one that high up." Jesse pretended to be surprised and hurt that Yethro would have informed others of his meeting with the President. "Now don't get angry at him or me for that matter. You are being groomed to become the Western Caliph and we must be certain as to where you stand. We have been testing you for a long time and so far you have more than passed every test we have placed on you. As a matter of fact the powers that be would have long ago invited you to join one of our groups and taken advanced training at one of our secret bases, either here in the U.S. or in one of our bases in Europe or South America. But Yethro insisted that he would be the one to train you. He insisted on this, as he did not want you to have even a hint of suspicion attached to you. So it was reluctantly agreed upon and decided that you were too valuable to turn into a suicide bomber or perhaps a J'hardi soldier. Stuff like that we leave to the common people and to some of those ex-convicts, Yethro keeps selling us." Rashid smiled. "No, you were selected for higher service to Allah. You became one of the few outsiders to be given the right to retain his Christian identity and still be accorded full rights as one of us. There have been only a few people like that in past history." "So that's what's happening to all those men he and Dan have been shipping there." "Well, not all of them. But there are a lot of them who, rather than serve their lives as sex slaves, have converted and been retrained to use their criminal abilities for the glory of the Army of Allah." "I feel honored that they might allow me to serve, but I would not have made a good bomber or soldier," Jess quipped. "However, I disagree with Yethro. I would like to meet these people who I will have to work with in the future. I think they are right to want a face-to-face meeting." "Jesse, don't be angry now, but you already have met with one of them." Rashid said as he pulled Jesse to him and kissed him deeply. "And he is very pleased with you." "And who is that?" "It's me, you damn jackass!" Rashid laughed. "You're kidding, I never would have guessed it! If you are any sort of indication of their caliber, I think I would like to have that meeting on some neutral ground as soon as possible. Now tell me what's in that dark, devious brain of yours?" "I was just thinking, that instead of that honeymoon trip, why not go now. Let Yethro make it a sort of bachelor's gift. However, instead of you and Ronnie making the trip, which at this time might offend some of the more religious higher-ups, it could be just a Bachelor Party made up of a few business personalities, myself and you!" "As much as I would like to have you with me, how can Yethro or I justify taking you?" "You will tell Yethro that you wish to go on a pre-conversion trip to see all the places mentioned in the Koran as well as to get a better view of the religious history. This will also provide you with the international political experience you will need when you run for higher office. You can also tell him that rather than some mediocre tour guide and translator, it would be advantageous to have your future brother along as a translator." "Hey, you might have something there! That even sounds plausible because Yethro, just the other day, was telling me that he thought I would learn the language faster if I was forced into speaking it. But what about the dangers of such a trip? With all the wars and the nuts running around trying to kill or capture Americans won't it be much too dangerous?" "Yes it might be dangerous, but remember those nuts as you call them - are us! I think I can arrange it so that you and I will be safe. The only place I cannot guarantee our safety is in Assad's Syria. But who knows how long he will remain in power there. The rest of the area is safe as long as you are with me. Just think of it. When the time comes for you to make that run for the Presidency you will have all this experience in your qualifications. I can, through my connections and the fact that you are the son of a United States Governor, even arrange for you to meet with the most powerful men in the area. Who knows but with both Yethro's and my connections, we might even arrange for you to meet some of the men that are on the F.B.I's 'Most Wanted List'," Rashid laughed. "It will be an invaluable experience for you." "I'm sure you're kidding me! Aren't you?" "No, I'm not kidding. Just let me see what I can arrange. I think that I still have a few people with the right connections who would be most happy to meet with you in a safe place and be more than happy to place their ideas before a man that they hope will understand what they are fighting for. Jess, I am one of them and I think I can still relate to the rest of them even though they might think I've been a bit corrupted." "As much as I would like it, I could not let you take the chance. It is much too dangerous for both of us." Jesse said. "I will not have my wife's family endangered again. There is really nothing to be gained by taking such risks." "Look if you are going to be a Caliphate leader one day, you are going to have to take a lot of risks to prove your leadership. The old timers, as well as the new and upcoming leadership, are very eager to meet you and talk to you in person. Some of them think Yethro as well as the rest of his generation are out of touch and they need to be reassured that his son is everything we have been boasting about. Who knows, you just might even convince them that you are not only worthy of leadership but that you are the "awaited one"." "You mean to tell me that you have been talking to them about me? I never gave you or anyone else permission to do that." Rashid grabbed Jesse around and kissed him hard. Then released him and said, "Look I told you they sent me here to check on your father and you. They wanted to be able to see if they had made an error in continuing to support his plans. They even had their leader travel at great peril and in secrecy to meet with Yethro in Canada one time. While he was still skeptical, Yethro did convince him that only a native-born American would be able to overthrow the American government and make it a part of the international Caliphate. They sent me to sort of double check on you. I had every expectation of finding both of you phonies. My orders were to investigate and find the truth about you. If I found that Yethro had either been taken in by you and you were not with us—I WAS TO KILL BOTH OF YOU! I had every reason to believe that I would not only cut both your throats but that I would love doing it. The idea that I would fall in love with you never entered my mind. That just happened. And, Jesse, I am in love with you! And I think it is time for you to meet face-to-face with our leaders. If the meeting goes well, and they agree to it, both of us will jointly rule the Western Caliphate. I have convinced them that there is no other person who will be able to serve as the Muslim Caliph of America, than you. Both Yethro and I have convinced them that only an American knows how to make America accept the will of Allah." "I will have to think about this. To tell you the truth, I am really reluctant to step into this political quagmire just now. I know that the time is fast coming when I will have to make up my mind. Hel, I will not be able to run for President till I'm 35. But in the meantime you work on it and see what you can come up with. If you come up with a feasible plan, I will talk it over with Yethro and see if I can sell it to him." "If I can set it up and you want to do it, we will just do it. Yethro will just have to go along, as he is no longer the one in charge. He and Dan do not know it yet - I am now in charge and you and I will decide!" "That may be so, but I still am his son and neither you or anyone else is going to hurt him, at least not without my permission. Now let's get back to the cabin and see what food Yethro has sent for us." Later, after they had eaten a beautiful supper and finished off a bottle of fine wine, they were sitting on a big soft chaise lounge on the back porch of the cabin, watching the sun go down. Rashid had his head resting on Jesse's shoulder and they were cuddled up for warmth as the temperature did go down at night even in the midst of summer. "I can't tell you how much I love being up here with you," Rashid said. "Promise me that you will never take anyone else up here. Let this be 'OUR' place." "I wish I could promise that. However, it does not belong to me. Perhaps when the time comes for Yethro to rest in the arms of Allah, I will. But until then, it belongs to him and him alone. We are always talking about adding on rooms so that we could have more guests, but you must remember that Yethro built this as a retreat and an escape hatch where he could run from his wife. A place where he could relax, a place to forget about his rotten life and let it all 'hang loose'," Jesse said. "It was his place and his alone. When he first had me brought up here, it was as his payment for a judicial settlement. I was an outsider, one that he had opened the door for and then dragged me in and made me his property. It was just an extension of the prison I was forced to live in, at first. But, then I was taken into his life and this place became our refuge from the world. Therefore all our talk of adding rooms to the cabin fell to nothing. The one time that I brought Phyllis here without asking him first was enough to convince me that I had violated his trust. I never felt comfortable doing that." "And what about when you asked me here for the first time?" "I wish, now, that it was I that invited you here the first time. It was he that insisted that I bring a friend up." He wanted me to relax and it worked," Jesse smiled. "Anyway, like I told you the last time you were up here, someday it will all be mine and you and I can come here anytime we want and I will not have to ask anyone's permission," he said as he kissed Rashid. The next day they spent boating on the lake and hiking through the woods. They laughed and made love and played around. Sunday Jesse slept in late and Rashid was busy in the kitchen on the phone for what seemed like hours. Finally he put down the phone and sat back in his chair, sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had been talking to several people in Arabic almost all night and was exhausted. "You're up early," Jesse mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his own eyes. "Up early! - I have not even been to bed yet! I've been on the phone with some contacts in Egypt. I'm trying to set up that meeting we talked about. They are a bit afraid to come to the U.S. right now and they understand your reluctance to go to the Mid East. They think it would be better to meet in a place like Canada. They are going to get back to me because, while they accepted what I reported to them about you, they want to meet with you in person. I think they are beginning to give serious consideration to Yethro's ideas." "Serious consideration? You mean that after all this time they are just now beginning to understand the old man's genius?" Jesse questioned. "Some things take time to cook! You have to remember that Yethro has not been that close to them in a while. He has never thought of 'coming home' for a visit. They may have lost faith in him. One of the reasons they sent me here aside from his success in the elections, was to reestablish relations. These people are by their nature very untrusting and secretive. You have to remember that even though a few of these men may have been educated in the west, not all of them have, nor have many of them wished toobe. Fewer of them had the experience of living here and getting to know westerners. While a few of them wound up marrying western women, when they returned home they placed them in a Harem. When these women then tried to teach their children western ways they were marginalized. A prefect example of this would seem to be the late Jordanian king's American wife and her son. She was not his first wife, but she was his favorite. The liberals within the country loved her and her son and wanted to see him become king when Hussein died. However, even though Hussein did favor him, he was forced to choose Abdullah. While Abdullah happened to turn out to be a good king, there is no telling what would have happened if his younger half brother had taken the throne. Perhaps the change might have been too much too soon for our conservative ruling class. In any case, we will never know."