Kasper's Den

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Not sure if anyone is reading this story, but it is a continuation of Emerson & The Lion series and Lincoln's Pride series with their kids all grown up.

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Part 2

[By Emri]

"People think I'm this rough guy, but I really just want to find `The One.' When I saw Niles' picture I just knew he was right," I said into the camera with a hopeful smile. Actually I hadn't yet seen Niles in person. He was stuck in Miami delayed by a hurricane or something. We were three days into filming and he was missing his own show.

The picture they posted showed an older, fit guy. He didn't look awful, but definitely wasn't my type. All I had room for was Taj and Amir. I tried to look convincing though as I read my lines for the camera.

That morning I'd awoken to another beautiful viewing of Taj drying himself with his fat cock dangling between his muscled brown thighs. He was so carefree about his nudity, laughing with his friend as he rubbed the thin towel over his tight stomach and well-developed pecs while his cock danced. He dressed himself again in a suit that looked like it had been handed down from his father, or some smaller man. This one hugged his body and he struggled to fasten the waist around his muscled physique.

Taj came over to me again before heading out. He pulled up my covers so they warmed my chest. He leaned over me and whispered something in his language. I guessed it was a blessing. He really did seem to care about me. I pretended to awaken when he kissed my forehead. I wanted him to feel like prince charming.

"Good morning," I whispered hazily and rubbed at my eye. I blinked up at his smiling lips.

"Welcome to Tuesday, Kasper," Taj said in his arousing, deep accent.

"Mmmm yup. Tuesday," I agreed. I was whispering and breathing through my nose so I wouldn't offend him with my morning breath. I turned over onto my side towards him. He probably thought it was so I could face him, but in reality my morning boner was raging at his touch and I didn't want to sundial on my back. He was so fucking gorgeous and I hadn't gotten off in awhile. I buried it against the mattress so he wouldn't see it. It sucked being in a dorm. At home I could jerk off when I woke up. Communal living was cramping my routine.

"We can work on English tonight? You helps me so much," Taj asked with oversized brown eyes filled with hope and kindness. Those impossibly long lashes had me smiling like an idiot.

"Definitely. I wouldn't miss it," I assured with a yawn. I turned my face to the side so he wouldn't get a faceful of morning dungeon breath.

"Awesome! I hope your day fills with delight," Taj said. He swiped his index finger across my cheek and then used the tip to bop my nose lightly. It reminded me that he saw me as a little brother. My heart sank at his sweetness. He would never think of me in a sexual way. I stumbled out of bed when my cock calmed down and went to shower.

I was still hard from the night before. Amir had sent me a card to meet him down by the beach path when I was finished with filming. We had done poolside scenes that day - some where we pretended to be speaking to Niles though they'd have to add him in later since he hadn't yet arrived - so I was dressed in white shorts and a black tank top.

Amir wasn't there yet when I got down to the shore. The sun had set and a chilly wind blew in off the ocean. I hugged my arms across my chest. Taj had warned me to take a sweatshirt, but I told him I'd be ok. I was shivering a little when I saw a golf cart whirring along a path just above the beach. It had to be Amir. I watched as it wound down the path towards the beach. He honked the horn when he saw me and waved.

"Kasper. You look cold! You should dress more warmly," he said with a wide grin as he echoed Taj's warning. His golf cart stopped suddenly in front of me.

"I know... I just didn't want to be late," I said. "Did you steal this?" I laughed.

"Steal? No! Of course I don't steal. The golf manager said I could use it around the resort. Hop in," Amir said. I slid in next to him and he reached behind him to pull out a blanket. He wrapped it around me and then slid his arm across my back. I snuggled in next to him as we zoomed back up the path.

We rode back up to the resort and the guard quickly moved to open the gate for us so Amir wouldn't even have to slow down. I put my head into the side of his neck and felt his racing pulse against my skin.

"You smell good, like spring flowers and... old wood," Amir noted. The stylist had let me try out some new cologne he was testing. We slid around the side of the resort and up a dark pathway towards the golf course. No one was out golfing under the moonlight, so the only sound was crickets and his heartbeat.

"It's so deserted out here... are you going to kill me?" I half-joked as he wound his way up the golf course to wherever it was he wanted to show me.

"Well... I didn't bring the right tools this time," Amir said without humor. He continued on until we went through a clearing in the woods where the path narrowed. We bumped along a dirt trail until we got to a clearing with a small pond surrounded by thick forest. Amir paused to bury his nose in my hair. He smiled when he pulled away then grabbed a bag and hopped out. He set up a lantern that glowed a soft light and then laid out a blanket.

"I got a variety of things. I'm not sure what you like to eat. You are so light," Amir observed and unpacked a small feast of salad, grilled meats, and sides.

"Wow, it all looks good," I said as we sat to eat. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. He used the blanket that had warmed me to spread over us while we ate. I told him the boring stuff that had happened that day while filming. He kept asking more questions about the guys on the show and what they did as though he was truly interested or slightly jealous.

"Your English doesn't sound like Arabian. Why don't you have a heavy accent like your father?" I asked while we talked.

"Well I am only half Arabian. The other half is like you. I am a mix but my father's genes are much stronger than my dad's," Amir said. I noted his separate references for each of his dads.

"Do they speak English or just Arabic in your country?" I asked.

"Some do, but I learned English very young. My dad signs, but my uncles Lincoln, Kaleb, and some friends who come to visit are all from California. I grew up talking to them and picked up their words and accent," Amir explained.

"So you speak English, Arabic, Sign Language. You must be really smart," I noted.

"I guess I am. French too, but only some. My father is fluent in it. We vacation there," he said and shrugged like it was nothing. He was cultured, captivating, and beyond cute.

"I like how you can see the stars out here," I noted. "I don't know their names, but they're pretty."

"Well, we are in the Southern Hemisphere so some of them are different. That up there is the Southern Cross. You will never see it where you live," Amir said and pointed at a chunk of twinkling lights in the dark night. He swiped his fingers across the sky as if pointing them out and I leaned against his chest to take it in.

"It's beautiful," I said and he turned in surprise to see me so close against him. I looked up with hopeful eyes as if asking for permission. Amir nodded and slid an arm around me tightly. He rubbed his hand over my chest as he pointed to some other things.

"Wow, yep, that's beautiful," I said as I put my hand against his thigh. I was so horny and needed to move things along. He didn't pull away, he spread his legs to welcome my touch.

"YOU are beautiful, sweet Kasper. They are merely stars," he said with serious eyes as he looked down at me and brushed his nose back and forth against mine gently. He leaned in and kissed me. I turned to him and pushed him down against the blanket. It was completely deserted where we were and the dim light of the lantern and stars gave us a modicum of privacy. I rolled on top of him and straddled his lap with my knees. He leaned up and put his hand to the back of my neck to pull me back down against him.

"So beautiful, sweet Kasper. My dream," Amir proclaimed and kissed me again.

"Fuck... fuck," I whimpered as our lips wrestled and my bulge ground against his. His hands slid down to cup my ass and he kneaded my cheeks with his strong fingers.

"If you wish," Amir sang as our lips parted. He reached up and pushed back my hair, running his fingers through it and massaging my head. I closed my eyes at his touch. It felt so good to be in his arms. It felt better than it did with Taj. There was a layer of sexual energy that Taj just didn't feel for me. I turned my head to the side so I could kiss Amir's hand, pop his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly. I needed him.

"You want to suck me again? Can I suck you too this time?" Amir asked. I nodded with his thumb pushing through my lips. He rubbed my tongue with it.

"You want this, Kasper? You need my cock?" His voice dropped an octave to a low, commanding, Arab tone. My body shivered at it.

"Yes, I need it." I whined. I hadn't cum in a while and even longer with someone else.

"Yeah you do. You sucked it so good. I loved watching your little lips bulge around my cock. You nearly choked on it, but you wanted to please me. It was so hot," Amir said as he rubbed his fingers through my hair.

"It's pretty big," I admitted. "I liked it though."

"I am sure yours is nice too. Stand up, take your clothes off for me," Amir said. He took his hands away from my ass and folded his arms behind his head to prop himself up a bit with a grin. I got off him, stood up and looked down at him as I bit my lip.

"We're outside. What if we get in trouble?" I asked. It was a real concern. I always seemed to attract trouble. I got caught for things I didn't even do.

"We are fine. This is private and the golf course is closed. Show me your body, Kasper," Amir prodded. He nodded up to me with interested eyes. He knew what he wanted.

"Ok," I agreed and looked around to see no one was around. I slid off his jacket and laid it down. He took it and folded it to use for a pillow. I slowly slid up the hem of my tank top. I felt like I should have music, do a dance for him. But I was too nervous anyways. Looking down at him, here in the dim night, about to do things. He looked different. He had an air of power that he hadn't held before. He looked more like his father, imposing, confident.

"C'mon, Kas. Are you worried I won't like it? Trust me, baby. I will," Amir leaned up to put his hands on my thighs. He rubbed them up to my swim shorts and pet my bulge which poked out at full mast.

"Of course you will... This is top shelf, man!" I faked confidence, but just laughed nervously. I pulled up my tank top and slid it off over my head. I puffed up, flexing a little so he could hopefully see the small muscle mass I held.

"Fuck, that's beautiful. Look at your little pecs, those pointy little pink nipples." Amir raised up and cupped my pecs with his hands. He took turns biting and sucking on each nipple. His teeth bit into one a little too roughly and I pulled back with a yelp.

"Ow, dude. Be nice to them," I protested. I covered my chest with my hands.

"Sorry. I never see them like this. So beautiful, Kasper. I can't help myself around you. I lose control. These are my favorite," Amir offered.

"I am sorry, little Kasper tits." He kissed each nipple in apology I tried to look tough, but then a night chill blew by and I shivered.

"You're cold, come," Amir leaned up and reached for me. I sank back down to my knees, straddling his lap and his arms slid around me. He kissed my neck. "You don't need to be brave with me. I'll keep you warm." His lips caressed my neck, eliciting more chills. He held me protectively against his warm chest.

"I'm ok," I said and pushed away. I slowly raised up, pausing to lower again and rub my ass against his bulge as I squatted over his lap.

"Fuck, that's hot," he praised and grinned excitedly. His hands went to rub my ass. He squeezed it roughly as he looked up at me with expectant eyes. I bounced a few times like I was some kind of exotic stripper and hummed a little beat.

"Yeah? You like that? You brought some cash to put in my jock?" I laughed. Our eyes locked for a minute and I stopped. We just looked at each other grinning like idiots.

"I will put all the gold I can carry in your beautiful little place," Amir laughed.

"That sounds ouch," I noted and bounced my ass a few times. I slowly raised up and his arms went for the waistband of my shorts. He slid them down a little to see how far he could push me. I stood up and helped him slide them down. My cock popped out, full and hard. It pointed towards his face. He wagged his eyebrows in approval.

"Beautiful," He beamed as he reached for it. He wrapped his fingers around it and pumped lightly like he'd never seen one before.

"It is so light... pale like the rest of you," Amir noted.

"It's not as big as yours," I said with a little embarrassment. I'd always been proud of it. I'm above average and it's pretty thick. He had a man's cock, thick and floppy with a dark, heavy tip.

"No need," he waved as though I'd offered him something. "It suits you. It's perfect."

"Suck it!" I growled excitedly. He put out his tongue and brought the shaft over towards his face. He lapped at the tip and slowly let me push through his lips. He kept his tongue down and flat so it slid along the underside of my shaft. I love that warm, wet feeling of being in a guy's mouth, feeding him my prize.

"Ahh! Ow!" I called out as he started to pull back and dive again on my cock. I felt the slight edge of his teeth. It hurt a little and he didn't really do much with his tongue or lips. He just held it between his lips and moved his head back and forth. How does a hot guy not know what feels good on a cock?

"You don't do this often?" I asked, looking down on him. He looked up at me innocently with wide, brown eyes. He was so sweet, trying his best to please me and make me feel good. He shook his head.

"You've never gone down on a guy before?" I asked with astonishment. He pulled off my cock and looked up at me.

"Just once before this... usually they just want to get... well you know, fucked," Amir said. "They want the alpha Arab guy, seeding and all... You don't seem to care about that... I want to do it with you."

"You do? I have an idea!" I pulled away from him and stood to reposition myself. I laid down in front of him but the opposite way so I was eye to cock with him and he with me.

"You're going to teach me?" Amir eyed me with amusement. He gripped my cock and pumped it lightly. I felt a ripple go through me at his touch and my muscles contracted rapidly.

"Uhhhh yes, fuck... I'll show you," I hissed and leaned forward to tug at his shorts. He had a fancy buckle clasp on them that I had no idea how to work. I fumbled at it helplessly until he looked down at me with a laugh and offered a hand.

"If you really wanted my dick, you'd figure it out," Amir joked.

"If you really wanted your cock worshipped, you'd get an easier belt," I retorted. Amir laughed and reached down to stroke my chin before unlatching his belt with a simple swipe. He pushed down his shorts and I was met with a bulging pair of red boxers. I gripped the outline of his full cock. It was a handful and I watched a wet patch of precum form on the fabric when I stroked it.

"That feels good," Amir moaned as I rubbed my lips against the covered tip and then popped it past my lips. I licked at the fabric, soaked with his salty precum. He lazily pumped my cock, not even attempting to suck it as I began to work his.

"Oh fuck, Kasper," Amir gasped as I pushed down the waistband of his boxers and dove onto his cock. The head rubbed across the palate of my mouth making his body tense and shake. I slurped the underside of his shaft and tasted another pearl of his precum leak out.

"Mmm Mmm!" I mouthed and reached up to push his head towards my dick to remind him there were two of us here for pleasure.

"Haha, sorry! You're just so... Oh Fuck... good," Amir laughed and hissed as I kept up the tongue bath on his tasty tool.

He tried though. He gripped my cock and rubbed it against his moist, pillowy lips. I sped up on his cock, slurping and massaging it to show my appreciation for his efforts. He kept his lips closed somewhat tightly, but then pushed against the tip of my cock so I felt like I was sliding into a tight hole to be rewarded by a warm, wet tongue.

"Fuck that's good," I praised as I let go of his cock and leaned back. It was a home run first effort. I reached down to rub his hair. He began to bounce on my cock while keeping that tight, wet seal of his lips. My body began to twist and jerk from chills.

"You're not new at this," I laughed as another wave of pleasure hit me and sent me splayed out next to him.

"Maybe you're just a really good teacher," Amir said as my cock flopped out of his mouth. He looked down at me with feigned innocence. He was no novice.

"That's your trick, Amir. You pretend to be really bad at it and then...." I whimpered as he dove back onto my cock.

"Right, just a trick to lull you into security before I devour a delicious blonde boy," Amir chuckled. He licked quick little butterfly swipes up my shaft before pushing my head back through his tight lips.

"Guess so," I mumbled through my lust filled haze. I turned back to his cock and tried to do the same to him. He quickly turned from laughter to moans as his cock pushed through the tight ring of my lips.

"Huhhh" he gasped and returned to work on my cock. We slurped and sucked each other back and forth as our bodies wiggled together. His finger found my hole and he rubbed over the ring as I bucked my hips to piston-fuck his mouth.

"Kasper," He gasped as I pulled my cock from his lips. "Play with my ass, please."

"Really? I didn't think alpha guys like you went for that," I said excitedly. He had two beautiful golden orbs with a light dusting of fur. It was so perfect.

"I am not like that," Amir said and sat up suddenly. He looked at me with a twinge of sadness.

"Like what? You're versatile?" I asked.

"My father, he says the men of our family are made to dominate, to be Lions. He says Ali and I will find our light boys like you to take care of and lead. It is what he wants for us, to be like he is with my dad; strong and caring but dominant. Ali is like that, but I don't want that. The boys in my kingdom throw themselves at us in subservience in hopes that they can be part of our dynasty, gain our wealth and power. Ali is into it. He has had his way with so many and will never settle for just one. But I don't want it. I don't want any of it. I'm not like that." Amir was deadly serious.

"I know, Amir. You are so hot... so good and gentle. You can be yourself around me. I can protect you too. I don't care about all that alpha bullshit," I said. I reached to squeeze his ass. I rubbed a finger between the cheeks. I rubbed over his hole and he smiled gratefully, heaved a sigh of relief, and went back to pleasing my cock.

"Uhhhh," I moaned as he kept diving on my cock. I leaned up and he lifted a leg to let me see his dark hole. It was a perfect little rosebud surrounded by a light dusting of black hair. I kissed it and Amir jerked. He wasn't used to the pleasure.

"Oh fuck Yes, please, fuck, please," Amir mumbled as he pulled off me cock. I dove in and stuck my tongue into the center of it. I pushed inside. He tasted like he'd prepared for this, like almond soap with a hint of masculine musk.

"Please, Kasper, don't stop. Fuck yes please!" He begged for it like it had been a lifelong goal as I pushed my tongue inside his hole and started to wiggle it. It was tight, he didn't do much down here. But he was so sensitive to my tongue. His hips bucked and he whined, begged, cursed as I stretched his hole tenderly.

"You're so... FUCK... good at that," He whined and went back to playing with my cock. He pumped my shaft. I was so on the edge. Something about eating a guy who was so dominant, making him beg and whine. It was so fucking hot. I drove my tongue as far as it would go and rubbed my finger back and forth along his crack. I used my other hand to press just below the balls. I'd read somewhere that that stimulates the thing that makes everything so intense.

"Oh Yes, right there, please," He whined as I drove inside him with my tongue. I took it back and dug in with a finger as his body writhed in pleasure. It felt so tight in there. I pushed through the ring and felt along a ridge. I'd never done much of this before. He felt so warm in there and reacted with pulsing heat as I fingered him.

"You like that, boy?" I asked with as deep of a growl as I could muster.

"Yes sir. Please... ahhh... fuck yes," he whimpered at my touch and kept stroking my cock. He used his other hand to play with my nuts, massaging them in his palm. I stroked his cock while I fingers his hole. He was so sensitive, so raw, so new to this. He moaned and begged while I worked him over. It made my cock so hard, pulsing with energy at how I could make this muscle boy snivel and whine at my touch.

"That's it. Beg for it. Take my fingers. You feel so good inside. Work my cock, baby. Suck your prize," I said as he dove back onto my cock dutifully. My cock pushed through his lips and went straight for his throat. I banged his uvula again and again as I pistoned in and out of him making him gag and sputter as he moaned and whined for my finger. I slipped a second one inside him and began to drive him until his cock pulsed in my hand.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna..." I trailed off as I started to fire down his throat. I felt my body writhe and shake. He didn't pull back as waves of pleasure overtook me. I shoved two fingers deep inside him as he milked my cock. He swallowed every drop as I fired off inside him.

I felt his cock tense up and I dove on it. His cum came in thick spurts as it shot inside my mouth. I started to fuck his hole hard with my fingers as our bodies twisted and jerked together with a noisy chorus of muffled groans. We laid there pulsing together in a heap of flesh as I sucked his cum and he sucked mine.

"Mmmmm" Amir groaned with delight as he pushed his ass up against my fingers. He wanted me buried in his hole as we came together. I obliged and pushed deep inside him with two fingers. I strummed his hole as he slurped on my pulsing cock. I filled his throat with days worth of built up cum and energy. I needed to unload in him, to bury my seed. His cock shook and tensed as my lips scrambled to keep up.

I swallowed his salty offering as my fingers dug deep inside him. I pushed my cock down his throat one last time as it shot off the final round of my juice. He tasted so good in my mouth and his proud, sweaty ass eagerly swallowed my fingers.

"Mmmm" We moaned together as we nursed on each other's offerings. I was spent, confused, satisfied as the last drops of cum leaked out of me and down his throat. I relaxed as he bucked his hips a few more times and emptied down my throat.

We finished, laid there together, and kept each other's cocks inside our mouths. His sweaty meat lodged inside me as I gasped for air around it. I slipped my fingers from his hole and patted his furry ass approvingly. I knew I wanted to put my cock in there the next time we got to this.

"Fuck," he hissed as my cock slipped out of him. He gave it one last kiss and then pulled my legs around to rest his head on my ass.

"So beautiful," I mouthed when I let go of his cock and leaned up to give his hole a kiss. I rubbed his cheeks and rested my head against his ass as we looked across at each other.

"You liked it?" Amir asked as though I hadn't just had the orgasm of my life. I nodded and rubbed my nose against his thigh.

"It was perfect. I want to fuck you someday," I whispered. We laid together as the night air cooled us and then chilled us.

"Come up here," Amir said and swatted my ass playfully. I crawled up so we were chest to chest. I laid my head against his racing heartbeat.

"You were so good," I said as he put his arms around me and pulled me into his warm, thumping chest. I listened to his heartbeat as he held me protectively and rolled onto his back. He brought me with him as I snuggled into his side. He may have had a needy hole, but he was definitely alpha when it came to holding me, warming me with his heat.

"You weren't so bad yourself," Amir noted. He rubbed my back and pulled the blanket around us as we watched the stars.

We cleaned up with some wipes he had and then dressed. He tossed our trash in a bin and then drove me all the way back to the dorms. It was late and I knew Taj would be worried.

Sure enough, Taj was waiting by the doorway dressed in a sweatshirt and pants. He yawned when he saw us and I could see his eyes were red with sleepiness.

"You are late. I worry for you," Taj said as Amir stopped in front of the doorway.

"My fault. We got lost. I am sorry." Amir looked reserved with Taj's dominant presence in the picture. Taj moved towards the cart and pulled my hand.

"It is late and cold. He should be in bed by now. You must remember that we are not like you. Regular people have schedules, jobs, responsibilities," Taj growled angrily.

"I'm sorry. It is not his fault. Please forgive me," Amir said and then added some words in Arabic that seemed to soothe Taj's anger. He grunted and shrugged then answered back in their language. Amir apologized again as Taj pulled me from the cart and wrapped a protective arm around me.

"Good night," I said to Amir as Taj pulled me towards the door. Amir laughed and blew a kiss to me. I wanted so badly to get back on his cart and go to the resort with him.

"Time for bed, little brother," Taj said when we made it back to the room. He nudged me to change into pajamas and I padded off to brush my teeth quickly. It was dark when I got back, but as I crawled up to my bunk, Taj caught my ankle.

"Be careful with them, Kasper. They are not like us. He has fun with you now, but he may move on when he tires," Taj said. His English was on point tonight.

"I know," I said. "I'm just having fun with him," I lied.

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I put the show's clothes in a bag so I could return them. I doubted they'd let me keep anything. This was a low-budget production. I pulled on jeans and a plain white t-shirt to head off to breakfast.

I grabbed a bowl of cereal and fruit from the cafeteria again and headed down to the clearing where I'd first met Amir. I was hoping he'd show up again, like we could just run into each other accidentally. I had my earphones in with music going, but I turned it down to listen for him. Every time I heard a twig snap or a leaf rustle I'd snap my head up to scan for him. But he didn't show. I finished my breakfast and then went down the little path towards the beach to see if he was down there, he wasn't.

I told myself to play it cool. Of course he wasn't going to be waiting for me. He was a hot guy from a rich family on vacation. He'd probably gone out last night and was sleeping it off. I waited a few more minutes, but then berated myself for looking so desperate. I was relieved when I heard the speaker buzz announcing the call for my show. I tossed my empty breakfast plate and headed to wardrobe.

The french stylist was waiting for me. He kept me away from the hair and makeup people. He lit up when he saw me. He sat me in his chair and slipped off my shirt. He put on a little "camera" make-up on my face and then rubbed a little glitter on my shoulders and biceps.

"I'm going shirtless today?" I laughed.

"No, they have need of publicity shot to do this morning before films, Oui?" He asked in his thick, french accent while he swept up my hair straight back into a simple ponytail.

He had me take off my jeans and then change into a skimpy pair of thin white briefs with my name in red cursive letters across the back. He gave me a pair of new grey tennis shoes with red soles. That was it.

My body isn't bad; on the skinny side with good definition. He pointed me out towards the pool where a few other guys were dressed similarly. I felt exposed, but I knew they had to do good publicity to get our show out there and skin sells.

I went to the group and the photographer had us pose leaning against each other. I was paired with a taller guy, muscled and dark. I think he was hispanic, maybe Dominican. He looked pretty hot in a tight pair of blue briefs that displayed his healthy basket.

"Hey Kasper," He said as though we'd talked before. I searched my brain until I remembered that our names were on our asses. I peeked behind him.

"Sup, Davis? We gotta promote the show I guess." I noted our nearly naked state and shrugged.

"All about the website now, bro. Pretty hot," he said and waved a hand towards the other guys.

When our turn came, the photographer had us embrace with Davis' strong arms around me. Our bulges were pressed together with my chin on his shoulder looking back towards the camera. I put a hand to one of his pecs; firm and smooth with a hard, pointy nipple. I gave it a pinch and he laughed but didn't pull away.

"You're getting me hard, man," he joked, but then I felt his cock pressing into my thigh.

"Oh sorry," I laughed and rubbed my chin against his shoulder.

"Didn't say that I mind. You're a hot little guy. A little skinny, but hot," Davis said and rubbed a hand up my back. He gave me a wink while the photographer called out directions. It was getting more and more sexual as we went on. At one point the photographer told me to cup his hard-on. I looked down to see Davis was filling out his briefs fully as his hard cock snaked across his thigh.

"Uh... no. No way!" I objected. I didn't want my family or Taj or Amir seeing this.

"C'mon, Kasper. It'll definitely make the website," Davis prodded. He leaned into me and kissed my cheek sweetly. He rubbed a hand up to cup my cheek.

"I can't, man. You're hot and all, but... nah. I can't." I said and pulled away from him. I realized my cock was hard as well. My briefs were tented. The photographer made sure to snap a shot.

I headed back to the changing area over the protests of the guys. I didn't look back. I found my stylist and asked what he wanted me to wear that day.

He took me to look at what he'd selected. He put me in a very thin, white t-shirt that had a deep neck to show off my pale chest. I could see my nipples through the shirt. He added a tight pair of jean shorts that rolled up at the knee and simple white slip-on shoes.

He rubbed a white sunblock lotion over my face and chest that made me look paler, almost vampire. He pulled my blonde hair up and braided it loosely on top before securing the back into a bun anchored by two rusty nails.

"I look scary," I noted as he put a little black eyeliner on my eyes.

"No, you are perfect sexy. Will add the missing element to show. Trust me," the guy said in a thick french accent. He stepped back from me, took me in, and nodded with a smile.

I went out to the set and got interested looks from the guys in the cast. Niles was there in their midst enjoying the adoring stares of the contestants. He perked up when he saw me. I didn't fit with the others. I wondered if he'd spied on the photoshoot. Luckily Amir and his dad hadn't come across it.

"Kasper?" Niles asked with a smile that lit up the room. He was older, but handsome.

I nodded. I sat on a chair behind the group of onlookers and reached for a sheet from the script pile. It had the day's scenes along with the important lines to remember. The show was mostly freestyle so long as we fit into Michael's vision. I kept my eyes down and studied the sheet as the guys went back to ogling Niles. I wasn't going to participate unless the cameras were on. I had enough men to think about.

The first scene they had me in was where we all "see" Niles for the first time. It was supposed to be me arguing with some guy over a bed and then us rushing downstairs when Niles shows up to greet everyone. We all had to act like he was the hottest guy alive. It was pretty bad. I think a couple of the guys were actually into him, but most of the guys just wanted to be on TV. I just wanted to get through it and do my scenes so I could find out where Amir was.

I didn't have to wait long though. In the middle of a backyard scene where I was sitting on a lounger next to Niles and a few other guys, I saw Amir and his dad walk through the side of the set behind the cameras. I wasn't sure it was Amir until I saw Ali was with them. Seeing them both together made my heart jump. I saw slight differences in them.

Amir had on a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and pressed khaki shorts. It showed off his perfect, almond skin and toned body. His slicked-back black hair matched his brothers. Ali was just slightly taller though and he didn't look at me with the same connection.

Their father paused to speak with Michael who was thumbing through a clipboard. The father, Mr. Hamad, looked upset. He pointed towards me without looking at me. He said something to Michael who nodded solemnly and lowered his head. My eyes met Amir's. I waived hello while the scene was paused. He smiled weakly and raised his hand halfway up, but then quickly put it down. His father shook his head in disapproval and pulled him away.

"Now what?" I mouthed to myself. Was he still upset about finding me in Amir's room? Amir had said they'd sorted it out and his parents wanted to meet me.

"Right, Kasper?" one of the older guys said to me. I realized I hadn't been paying attention and the cameras were rolling again. I watched the back of Amir disappear as they wandered off from the backyard.

"RIGHT, Kasper?" the guy said again and nudged me in the ribs.

"Oh yeah, total douche. He's tried to fuck half the guys here and I think he stole my toothbrush," I said, remembering my line. I wanted to run after Amir and forget about this stupid show.

The scene was me backing up the guys who were trying to warn Niles about one of the other guys who was actually a nice guy but likely to get voted out. He wasn't very outgoing and wasn't all that cute. He would be the first to exit the show. He was nice to me, but I had bigger problems. I got distracted and we had to redo part of the scene.

The next scene was a group hangout with Niles. I was supposed to help them make a cake while Niles watched and asked us personal questions. I was supposed to admit to having been in trouble with the law, which was kind of true. Then I had to say that I was working to turn things around and going to school for nursing, a lie.

I did ok with the scene. Then there was a short one where Niles pulled me away and we shared lemonade on the patio. I was trying to look at him longingly and smile a lot, flirt. I just couldn't pull it off though. I wanted to finish it so I could go find Amir. At one point Niles put his hand up to push back a few stray wisps of my hair. He put his hand to my cheek and leaned into me.

"You're really handsome, Kasper. I know you feel out of place being the youngest... but I think you fit in." Niles leaned closer like he wanted a kiss.

"Thanks. I really like you. You're not like the guys I usually meet. You're so genuine," I had to say. I made the first move and kissed him on the cheek. He looked like he wanted more, but he quickly recovered his smile. He'd just gone on for ten minutes bragging about what a successful banker he was, how hard he'd worked to get ahead in the tough Miami scene. It was a turn-off.

"We better get back to the group before things get ugly, tiger." Niles said. He could tell I wasn't into him. He could tell I wanted to be somewhere else, but he was a good actor. He played it right for the cameras. He took my hand and led me back to the kitchen. The other guys saw how he gripped me and their eyes smoldered with jealousy.

"Cut," Michael said. "That was great guys. Let's bring in the next group for the second date."

I was done for the day. I pretended I was going to go for a swim, we'd shoot that later.

I left the set and made sure my french guy knew I returned the clothes from the previous day. I picked up the stuff I'd worn that morning and took it back to the dorms.

"Kasper, you look so white," Taj laughed when he saw me. He was sitting under a tree wearing a tank top and workout shorts that gravity slid down to show his thick, muscular thighs. He had his English book balanced between his legs. He looked at me adoringly. He was gorgeous but straight and my mind was focused on finding Amir.

"Yeah they put sunblock on me," I laughed.

"It looks good on you. You will surely catch the man of your dreams." Taj laughed. I laughed too. He didn't realize how much he filled my dreams.

I sat with Taj and went through his textbook. I kept hoping Amir would walk by or I'd see him. I didn't know how to contact him other than to go to his hotel. But I didn't want to seem desperate.

We finished an hour's worth of lessons and then went for dinner together. Taj was so charming, handsome. He carried our conversation with so little effort. I found myself opening up to him and telling him about my troubles back home.

"You should be a good boy, Kasper. You have duty to your family. Your father builds business for you to take and he just wants secure future for you." Taj lectured me gently while we ate. He put his hand over mine and it made me temporarily forget about Amir.

"I don't want that though. I don't know what I want and I'm not good at much," I countered.

"This is not true. You help me with English and you are on a television show. These are two skills you use good! You should not disobey your father though. You owe your life to the family you have," Taj showed his cultural influence.

We were interrupted by a casting call for my show. I wondered what we were doing this late. The sun had set, but I still had a few hours before bed. Taj shrugged and told me I better head over. We couldn't miss filming times.

I was still dressed from the stylist so I didn't have to go back there. I headed to the filming house and found the guys all waiting outside.

"Night scenes," a guy told me when I got to the group and looked confused. Michael showed up and barely acknowledged me. He'd been so busy and I didn't take offense. He told us that we had a dinner scene with Niles and then some small group scenes. Production guys brought in a big board and I saw that I only had a few scenes to be in. I was going to be background for most of them.

"You just wander around. Feel free to interact, but nothing explosive. We have enough footage of your outbursts," a production guy told me when we started to break away.

I pretended to eat a bowl of pasta, but I periodically wandered to the trash can and dumped some out. I was already full. I milled around while the guys traded shots at each other. It was so different from Taj and Amir. I was used to this type of friends group from the guys back home, but it felt a little foreign now. I couldn't imagine them or anyone in the Hamad family calling anyone "Bitch" or "Gurl" even playfully. I wondered if that's why Amir hadn't looked happy to see me this morning. They were probably turned off by seeing the filming. This crowd was a bit much and they were exaggerating it for the show.

"Kasper, gurl! Snap out of it," one of the guys said and I realized I had inadvertently ended up in the middle of their scene. I'd tried to stay to the side, but the action had moved around me.

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled and moved to the side.

"Whatever he's on, I want some!" another guy said. I realized I was in the scene so I scooted to the side.

"You just want some of him," a guy pointed out. They leered at me.

"I bet he's strictly bottom. Right, bubble butt?" the first guy asked me. They all laughed.

"You'll never find out," I shot back and tried to play along.

I laughed but then caught sight of Amir. He was hanging way behind the cameras like he was trying to hide. Our eyes met and I stopped laughing. Of course he would walk in when I was making sexual jokes. He looked confused and sad, but still so deliciously hot.

"Fuck," I whispered and slipped between the guys. Amir took off though. He'd probably come to see me and I'd fucked up. I started after him, but one of the guys caught my arm. I really should have learned their names.

"Don't go, Kasper. They're just joking around," the guy said. I turned and glared at him.

"I gotta piss," I said and pulled my arm back. I took off and raced out of the filming house. It was dark out, and I didn't see Amir as I raced towards the path through the woods.

"Hey Kas," his deep voice sounded from behind me. I wheeled around and banged my elbow on a tree. My heart started racing when I saw him. He looked sad as he stood between two posts under the moonlight.

"Amir! You came! I'm sorry you saw that. It's just acting. I'm not like that," I rambled on as I took him in.

"It's not that, Kasper. I'm not supposed to be here... but you're just so... perfect. I love your hair like that. It looks beautiful like this... It's so much like a girl, but with your boyish face... it looks right." Amir shook his head. His voice was devoid of the flirty, chipper energy he'd had yesterday.

"Please, don't go. We can go sit somewhere and just talk? I really like you. Please?" I asked.

"I can't. I'm not supposed to be here... around this. I just wanted to see you one more time. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come... but fuck, you're so adorable. Even when you try to be mean to the other guys it just looks like you're trying to put up a shell. I wish things were different," Amir sounded like he was dying... or I was.

"Why? It's just a stupid show. Your parents don't like it... fuck that! You're an adult," I protested and walked towards him.

"I'm not like that. I'm sorry. I can't disobey them. It is not what we do. I'm not as brave as you are," Amir came closer until our noses were an inch apart.

He turned his head and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were full and had a hint of minty chapstick. I felt my body go weak when he slid his arms around me. His thick biceps held me protectively as our lips wrestled innocently; no tongue, we didn't need it.

He held me there for a solid minute or twenty, I lost count in his arms. I slid my hands up the back of his shirt and felt his smooth, muscled skin. I felt his bulge thicken against mine. He rubbed a hand down my back to squeeze my ass. His other hand went up to play with my hair. He pushed his fingers through the loose braids on top and messed them up a little. I didn't care.

"Fuck!, you're so hot... I'm so sorry... I can't!" Amir said suddenly and pulled back from me. He turned and ran off towards the resort.

I stood there as he disappeared up the path. It was fucked up. Why would two gay parents forbid their kid from seeing a gay show? It didn't make any sense. I was rock hard and straining the tight shorts. I headed back and finished up my scenes.

Taj was in bed when I got back to the dorm. He knew instantly that something wasn't right. He asked how I was doing, but I just shook my head and went to shower off.

When I got back to the room in my pajamas, he slid over and lifted up one side of his blanket. I slid in next to him and he brought me to his warm chest. I settled in and felt his lips kiss the top of my hair. I fell asleep against his heartbeat. I disappeared in him. His arms kept the nightmare at bay.

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The next day was rough. I woke up late. Taj had slipped out without waking me. I'd missed his morning nudity. I wandered around the filming house. I was in a few scenes, but I kept fucking up the lines and I just didn't want to be there. Michael didn't say much to me either. He just told me to wander around the house and try to show up in a scene or two.

Mathieu, the stylist, had put me in skin-tight workout leggings that were patterned like Van Gogh's Starry night and a simple white t-shirt that hung low in the front to give my bulge a little modesty. He pulled back my hair and secured it in a messy ponytail using a clip that looked like an old rusted bolt from a car or something. I wondered where he found all this stuff.

I headed upstairs to the room that was supposed to be mine with a few other guys. I pushed open the door to see what my bed was like, but there were three guys on it... naked.

One guy was up on all fours hugging the pillow. He was a white guy, maybe late 30's and was pretty fit but had a big round ass. He had his back arched to push it up and there was a second guy with his face buried between the cheeks. He had a pretty good body too. I couldn't see his face, but I think he was the guy whose cookies I'd tossed off the kitchen island.

The third guy was on the floor and between the ass-muncher's legs sucking his cock. I froze in the doorway though they didn't seem to notice me. I'd seen porn before, but never guys like this right in front of me. I didn't know whether I should back out slowly or go in and watch. They didn't seem to care either way.

"Hey Kasper, come on in," the guy on the bed said in between moans while the middle guy licked his hole. He knew my name. I should have known his.

"I... uhh..." I stepped in cautiously. The guy on the floor looked out from between the middle guy's legs to look up at me. He nodded at me and motioned me towards him, then pointed at his cock.

"Good, good," said a fourth voice and I looked over to the side to see a cameraman panning over to me. He waved at me to join them. I jumped back. They were filming this! They couldn't show this stuff on television, but I couldn't take the chance. My parents might watch it. I turned and walked out.

I thought about finding Michael to tell him what was going on, but he had enough issues. He looked like he hadn't slept. He had achieved his dream and it was taking all he had. I joined a quick scene in the backyard where Niles was cooking burgers with the guys. He offered me one, but then I remembered I was supposed to be Vegan on the show. I made a few comments about not eating the flesh of a living thing and then headed off.

I went back to the stylists' room, but they were gone. I grabbed the clothes I'd worn that morning and headed back to the dorm.

"What are you wears, Kasper?" Taj laughed when I found him studying his English again.

"I know. They dress me more ridiculously every day," I laughed. I thought I looked kind of hot though. The pants looked painted on me and they were actually really comfortable.

"I think is cute. You are young to wear ridiculous things," Taj laughed.

"I'm glad you like it," I said. I squatted down next to him to look at what he was reading.

"This come for you from that boy," Taj said and pulled a thick gold envelope from the pages of his textbook. He held it up for me with a wink.

It had my name in thick ink drawn in perfect cursive across the front. I opened it and pulled out a card printed with the resort stationary.

"Kasper, My father does not want me to see you anymore, but I must. Please meet me tonight at the place we first met. I won't have much time, but we can see each other. -Amir"

That's all it said. I sank to the bed beside Taj and he immediately sensed that things were wrong. He took the card from me and read it. He folded his book and set it aside so he could put his arms around me. He pulled me onto the bed beside him.

"I do not understand what says, but it hurts you. I am sorry, Kasper. I tell you these men are no good, the elites." Taj pulled me back against his chest and I tucked my head under his armpit. He smelled like that perfect mix of sweat and cologne a man should have.

"He wants me to be his secret. He's ashamed of me... What did he say to you?" I asked.

"His eyes were red, from sadness. He just says for me to give this note. I thought was something wrong, but I am not snoop," Taj assured.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"You should forget about him. He should not get away from this so easy, but they are used to this. He wants to have his secret fun and still be his father's good boy. Is not right! Is best to put your head high and go forward without him," Taj said. He rubbed my back soothingly.

"No," I said suddenly. He owed me an answer. "I need to talk to him."

"Nothing good of this, Kasper. He is privileged. He does not understand you are person. Is not as things are in America. They have own rules," Taj warned. "Stay with me."

"I'll come back. I promise." I said. I wiggled out of his arms. He reached up and took my hand. He squeezed it gently, but nodded his approval. He sighed knowing I was likely up for more heartbreak.

I remembered that I had the card to get in the resort. Amir had put it in my pocket when he came to ask me to give his parents a chance. Oddly enough, he hadn't given me a chance nor did his parents. I wanted to find out why.

I headed down towards the beach, but he wasn't among the crowd enjoying the afternoon sun. I decided to try the resort. I didn't want to go to their room and cause a scene, so I went to the concierge. I showed him the card and asked if he could call up for Amir and tell him I wanted to give his card back.

The answer came back and the concierge showed me through to the large empty lounge behind his desk area to wait for Amir. A lady came over and brought me a bottle of water while I waited.

Amir didn't walk in though, it was his father. He looked annoyed, but then our eyes met and his face softened. I scrambled to my feet as he came near me. My heart was beating with anxiety. Amir wasn't even allowed to face me himself. They really did hate me.

"Sit, boy. Do not rise for this," he said, but I waited until he reached the little area of chairs where I'd been waiting.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get Amir in trouble, but I need to talk to him. Please don't be angry," I begged. I realized I was shaking a little. He was an intimidating presence.

"Kasper, do not worry. I won't hurt you. I cannot hurt such a beautiful, young boy no matter how wayward he has become," he said as he pulled a chair right in front of mine and sat down to face me. He was a hulking man, muscular and intimidating.

He looked more like a bodyguard than a father in his crisp suit and shaved head. He was handsome, for an older man. I wondered if Amir would look that good at his age. He must have been in his 40's.

"Kasper... listen," he repeated as his dark eyes looked into mine. "My sons are good boys. They grow up in a very tight family. They do not know of boys like you engaging in these things. It is dirty... and would be scandalous to his future. I cannot allow your... friendship to grow."

"I'm scandalous... dirty... right? But like... It's just a show. I don't really say things like that and I'm not that mean. I just do the lines they give me. It's a character... I'm not like that," I defended. I felt my cheeks grow hot with anger.

"I do not wish to offend you. You are not dirty, of course. You are the picture of sweetness and a very beautiful boy. I can see why Amir is taken with you. You are very much like his dad, Emerson, when he was your age. So young and light, beautiful and delicate. It is natural for Amir to want to protect you. If I were his age and single, I would compete for you myself," he laughed.

I didn't laugh. I cleared my throat nervously.

"I can see that my boy is taken with you. I can see the stars in his eyes as he pictures a future with you. Like me, my boys are attracted to lighter, sub boys who need a strong hand to guide them. But well, the show. The sex filming for the internet. I don't want Amir to be a part of this. I did not know you were here for this." Mr. Hamad straightened up.

"Sex on the internet? Wait... what? No one is having sex... er well I'm not. Some of the other guys are... but not me! I swear! Where did that come from?" I demanded. I thought about the scene I'd walked in on with the three guys getting it on. That must have been what he saw. I wondered if I was seen in that video. He must have seen me on the side.

"I will show you since you deny this," Mr. Hamad said and took his phone from his pocket. He navigated to a site that showed the End of the Rainbow logo and some of the guys from the show in various sex acts.

"See the exclusive live feeds and replay the Hottest Scenes! Updated daily!!" a banner proclaimed.

"Here is you," He scrolled down to the earlier pictures of me leaning over the diving board. My pants were pushed down enough to show half of my ass and they put a blue star over it as though it showed off my hole.

There I was looking back at the camera with a vulnerable look. The photographer had made it look like I was a little scared, but open to anything. I was a porn star. A banner below me invited viewers to click and "See Kasper's Friendly Hole!"

When he clicked through they had posted the photos from the underwear photo-shoot I'd done. They had shots of me rubbing all over Davis and a little storyline about Davis drilling me with a promise that a video would be coming soon. It had a banner saying "Twinks love Blacktino Meat!" It was awful. I looked like a total slut. I wondered if Davis was in on the whole thing. He had been nice to me. I wondered if he'd chosen me to shoot with.

"Stop! No! That's not! That was the last picture. After that I told him no more! I'm not doing porn! Why am I on this? Why would he do this to me?" I looked up at Mr. Hamad with anger and confusion.

"It's new. I read it in the production update this morning. As a main investor I get all of the updates. The guys on your show have been exploring each other and posting videos on the internet. A pornography company approached your show about teaming up for cross-promotions. I went this morning to confirm it with your show producer. He said the cast agreed on it to promote the show," Mr. Hamad said.

"Michael... He's one of my best friends. How could he do this to me! I only came on the show to help him out! He never told me about this! I didn't agree to anything! What do I do?" I was panicking. I thought of what my parents would think. Surely they would look up the show and inevitably find the porn site with my ass as an apparent selling point.

I sniffed back as tears formed in my eyes. My dad would be so pissed. This was the grand fuckup he'd been expecting.

"My God! You really didn't know about this, did you?" Mr. Hamad realized I was just finding out about this. His look changed completely as he began to believe me. He pulled a small handkerchief from his pocket and leaned in to dab at my cheeks.

His kindness was the last chip in my wall and I began to sob uncontrollably. He pulled me into his chest.

"Of course not! My dad will kill me when he sees this! My parents already think I'm a total screw-up. I thought this would be a good way to make some money... prove I could take care of myself. What do I do? My dad always says I'm an idiot. This is why he gets so mad at me." I felt my breath come in ragged bursts.

"You have parents and they let you go to Africa unsupervised? A boy of your age should not be on his own! How irresponsible of them!" Mr. Hamad looked angry.

"They didn't know about it until I got here. My father was pretty upset. I hung up on him. Damn it! This is why he always yells at me. I get myself into stupid situations. I make bad choices," I said and backed away from his protective arms.

"You are young, Kasper. You are too innocent for men like this. These things can ruin your life, your future. You need guidance. Your father should have kept tighter control on you," Mr. Hamad took my hands in his.

"This is bad. This is really bad. I should have figured it out. All the pictures. I am such an idiot..." I trailed off and felt myself shake with nervous energy. Mr. Hamad pulled me into a hug.

"Ok ok, calm Kasper. I believe you. I will help you fix this. I will speak with your father as well. Do not be too upset. They love you and will understand. This was not your choice. You were tricked. You are a simple boy who just needs guidance. We will help you," Mr. Hamad hugged me tightly and I put my head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, sir. I'm so sorry I dragged you guys into this. Amir is so nice. He must think I'm an awful person. I didn't know," I whispered.

"Of course you didn't. I can see that now. You are young and they take advantage of your innocence. Come upstairs. It is nearly dinner time. I will speak with the producers. We will fix this and have you removed from the site," Mr. Hamad stood up and offered me his hand. I looked up at him and nodded. He was a father, he understood. He took my hand and brought me into his side as we headed for the elevator.

"Where do you buy these outfits, Kasper?" Mr. Hamad laughed as the elevator whirred us to the top suites. He looked me up and down with a smile.

"I look ridiculous?" I asked with a laugh.

"No, it's very... inventive and sexy. You are a beautiful boy; young and enticing with the lean muscle of youth. It is a modern frame for classic art. I am sure Amir will find this irresistible. I will have to make sure he behaves like a gentleman.." Mr. Hamad wagged his eyebrows to show what he meant.

"Amir! Does that mean he's not banned from me anymore? I miss him so much. Can I talk to him?" I asked with hope and a wide smile.

"I regret that. He has been sick the past two days, missing you. I hated to see him ache with love sickness. I reacted to protect him. Emerson told me I should have brought you to us to find out what was really going on. He said you have a gentle soul. I should have listened to him." Mr. Hamad squeezed my shoulder. He reached up to push back my hair and cup my cheek. The elevator reached their floor and he nudged me towards their suite.

Mr. Hamad opened the door to show Amir pacing by the window while Ali played on his phone and Emerson, Amir and Ali's other father, read a book on the couch. They were a happy little family. I felt shame for bringing this. I really did get myself into stupid situations. Amir stopped when he saw us come in.

"Kasper! I didn't think he'd let you come up," Amir said excitedly and came towards me. He stopped when he got close though and looked at his father.

"It is ok. It's not his fault. He was tricked," Mr. Hamad said and waved a hand towards me. Amir rushed me. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up.

"You look... amazing. So beautiful," he said before kissing me on the cheek. "I love how they dress you. I love your hair like this. It's perfect."

"Yes, a quiet boy in loud clothing. He is beautiful enough without needing to demand more attention. You will need to tame him, Amir. He needs a man's guidance," Mr. Hamad laughed.

"No," Amir disagreed as he buried his lips against my neck. "He is perfect as is. Wait! That means you approve of us!."

Mr. Hamad was signing with Emerson, his husband, while they eyed us. I noticed they looked uncomfortable at the abundance of affection Amir was showing me. I pushed him away gently and nodded towards them when he looked at me with confusion.

"Oh," Amir nodded. He settled for holding my hand. He squeezed it tightly while Ali looked up from his phone to take us in.

"So what do we do now? I mean, the website and all. I can't go back there," I said.

"I will handle it. Emerson thinks it would be a good idea to call your father. It's late morning in California. Give me the number where we can reach him," Mr. Hamad said as he took his phone from his pocket.

"Oh uh... can't we wait until it's fixed? He'll be pissed... He gets so mad at me," I begged. I went towards Mr. Hamad with pleading eyes. He didn't understand my family. It wasn't like his.

"Kasper, it must be done. He is your father. He should know what happens with his child," Mr. Hamad shook his head as though I was being silly. He smirked in confusion.

"Please, I can't... I keep letting them down. You don't understand. My brothers all have their lives together, college, careers, family. I'm the screw up, they'd probably prefer if I just disappeared here. I can't fuck up again... seriously they'll be so ashamed of me," I admitted as I sank down in front of him. I honestly don't think my father could handle one more let-down.

"Oh, Kasper it can't be that bad," Mr. Hamad whispered in surprise as he bent down and slid his hands under my armpits to raise me up. He put his arms around me and brought me into his strong chest as we got to our feet.

"Please, I can't," I whispered as I pushed my face into his shoulder.

"It's ok, little one. I'll contact him for you. I'll straighten things out and tell him we will look after you. He will understand." Mr. Hamad assured. "You'll stay with us while I sort things out with your show. You shouldn't be here on your own. We'll send for your clothes tomorrow... and don't worry, Kasper. I have a legal team that will tear this show apart. I'll get you out of this and compensated!"

"My bed is big enough for the both of us!" Amir said excitedly and signed. I noticed that they all signed when Emerson was in the room. It was so natural how they included him and looked over to see his responses. I wished so badly that I could sign too.

"Your bed is big, but you are still a boy. Kasper's purity has been trampled on enough already. Your dad and I will not support anymore of his demise. He will sleep on the couch in our room so you won't be tempted in the night," Mr. Hamad ordered.

"Yes sir," Amir relented. He was always the good boy, following his parents' orders.

"Taj! I have to let him know! He will worry for me if I don't make it back to the dorms in time for bed. He looks out for me. He will be so angry to find all of this out about the show and website." I suddenly remembered him. He would be upset.

"Taj... Yes, he is on my show. A very promising young leader. He will do well. Invite him for dinner. He has been your protector. He deserves a reward for protecting you. The concierge will contact him for us. But first I will speak with your father right away." Mr. Hamad went with his husband to their bedroom to make the calls. I had no idea how my father would react to them.

I was nervous, angry, confused, but sitting with Amir made it seem ok. He put his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. Ali came and sat on my other side. He offered his brother a hopeful smile and put a hand on my shoulder to squeeze it gently.

"It will be ok, Kasper. Father can fix anything. He is very persuasive when he needs to be. Your father will be made to understand." Ali whispered softly and rubbed my arm. They were all so nice and supportive... so different from my family. I relaxed into Amir's arms and closed my eyes against his heartbeat as Ali rested his head on my shoulder. They were worried for me. They would protect me. I was safe here.

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