Kasper's Den

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Part 3

[By Emri]

"Yes! It is criminal what can happen to such a gentle boy. They took advantage of him," Taj agreed with Mr. Hamad and rubbed a hand over my head between bites of his steak like I was his little brother. He was joining us for dinner and basking in the approval of his show's benefactor, the wealthy businessman of Satra. Taj was being his protective self, but also playing it up to agree with the man he someday hoped to work for. His reality show was a business one where the top prize was an internship at Mr. Hamad's company.

"And his father! I have never been so disappointed. Don't worry though, Kasper. You are with us now. We will look after you like our own children. You are safe here," Mr. Hamad assured as he put a hand to my cheek and looked at me with pity.

He'd spoken with my parents and explained my dilemma of how the show I was on used me to promote their porn site without my knowledge or consent. Dad quickly blew up and told Mr. Hamad that I was the family embarrassment. Mom immediately worried about what her friends and church group would think.

Just as I predicted, Mr. Hamad's assurances that I had been duped by the show fell on deaf ears with my parents. They assumed it was entirely my fault. They didn't even want to speak with me. I had worn them out with my antics. They thanked Mr. Hamad for siccing his legal team on the website to have me removed, but offered no sympathy or even asked how I was. They knew I was alive and being taken care of by an obviously well off Arab man. He had made it clear that I was in no danger and would be looked after.

"Of course he ended up naked on that site! He willingly went on a reality show that celebrates loose morals! Kasper always gets himself into stupid situations. He always makes the worst possible choices. He's exhausted us. I'm done with him, maybe you can sort him out!" I'd heard my dad yell through the video chat. Mr. Hamad tried to reason with him, explain the situation, but it was to no avail. They expected me to fail, to bring shame on our family. It's what I did.

Amir held a protective arm around me as we listened. He was shocked that neither of my parents came to my defense and my mom just worried about herself. He kept rubbing my chest and kissing my cheek. I wasn't surprised at all. I knew they'd blow up like that. They'd cool off eventually and act as though we were a happy family.

When Mr. Hamad hung up with them he just came out and shook his head in confused anger. He had assumed he could win my dad over. He moved towards me and pulled me away from Amir and into his embrace. I felt the pity through his protective hold.

"What kind of father!?" He asked himself with outrage. "To cast off his own son! No wonder you ended up in this!" He exclaimed as he kissed the top of my head and rubbed my shoulder. "Don't you worry, Kasper. We will take care of you. You need a strong parent to guide you through this. You have a home with us," he assured.

Taj had come after that. He'd brought my bag with all of my things. He hugged me as Mr. Hamad filled him in on the situation in Arabic. Taj was eager to prove his place there. He echoed Mr. Hamad's diatribe about how I was a wayward boy who never stood a chance without the proper fatherly direction. They described me like an orphan puppy. Taj agreed that I needed a strong hand; a family and tribe to belong to.

"You have tried to take care of him, look out for him," Mr. Hamad said. "It is obvious you come from a good family to always look out for the weaker boys. I knew on the show that you were of good character."

"Oh yes! I know right away the first evening... Kasper was good and darling boy. He looks so scared and tired when he shows up to my room. I give the bed above my own and quieted the room for his sleep," Taj said as though he had slain a dragon for me.

We settled in around the large dining table in the center of their suite. Taj sat next to Mr. Hamad and I was between him and Amir. Ali was by Amir and Emerson was at Mr. Hamad's side looking deceptively quiet. It was obvious to anyone who observed him closely that he held not only Mr. Hamad's heart but also his ear. The patriarch was fiercely protective of his husband, always checking to see if he was happy and cared for, but also considered him an advisor. He always moved his hands to sign translations of what was being said and looked for Emerson's response.

The twins were the same. Especially Ali, who always looked detached and bored with my situation, kept a protective proximity to Emerson. He was affectionate with his dad, putting his arm across the back of Emerson's chair and laying his head against his shoulder. They loved their fathers, but especially the deaf one. He was the focus of their attention, their protection. Mr. Hamad seemed to prefer it that way. They really were a sweet family.

Taj quickly adjusted to the situation. He didn't even flinch when he saw Mr. Hamad kiss his husband. The lure of success and his comfort with embracing new experiences had him at ease with the Hamad family. He was here to broaden his world and I was happy to help him.

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Bedtime was another story. Mr. Hamad seemed to think I needed to be tucked in early, even before Taj had left. He insisted I'd had a long and exciting day and needed my rest. He gave me and Amir five minutes alone on the patio before he would send me off. Amir led me out and closed the sliding glass behind us. He led me around to a quiet area away from the windows and pulled me in for a kiss.

"I'm so sorry about your dad," he said though he wore the dopey smile of our mutual attraction.

"It's ok. He'll cool off. He gets all ragey and then he settles down. He'll call us back in a day or two. He's really not that bad. I put them through a lot. They need a break from me," I offered and tried to kiss him again, but he moved his head to the side and held me against his chest. He was more interested in talking.

"Father will fix this! Don't you worry about anything. There's no way they'll get away with what they did to you. He'll make them pay for it," Amir assured as anger rose in his voice and his smile thinned out into a hard line.

"It's ok. I'm sure Michael just got caught up with making the show a success. It's been his dream. He probably just got into the porn stuff by mistake. He's been a good friend to me. I'm sure he will explain it." I shrugged. I was losing my anger the more I got lost in the Hamad's world. I also couldn't be upset about anything when Amir was holding me like this. I'd never had a family rally around to support me like this.

I smelled the cologne on his neck that made my dick hard. His strong arms around me, our chests pressed together, our bulges tenting as our hard shafts pressed against each other in our strained pants. Nothing could upset me. I rubbed my lips against his neck, licked a little at his salty skin.

"Aren't you upset, Kasper? They wronged you. They put you on display as a sex toy for older men. I got so angry thinking of strangers arousing themselves to your body... Why do you make excuses for Michael? For your father? For people who are so mean to you?" Amir asked and pulled back from me. He stepped away and threw his hands up. I stumbled when I lost his support. I didn't realize how precariously I was balanced against his hold. I fell against his chest and knocked him back into the wall. I'm a klutz.

Amir lost his anger and laughed as he caught me. He pulled me up and held me against him again. He shook his head as if casting off his outrage. I thought about his words. Maybe I was numb from shock or tired from too much going on that day. I had no words.

"Kasper!" Amir shook his head with an exasperated grin. He kissed my cheek.

"It is time," Mr. Hamad called from the sliding door as he opened it. Amir sighed and turned towards his father. As much as we wanted to stay there, he could never go against his father's demand for more than a few seconds. He led me back inside with an arm around my shoulders.

I hugged Taj goodnight and went to the master suite to take a shower and brush my teeth. Emerson followed me. He pointed towards a gold paper shopping bag with the twisted paper handles tied with a gold ribbon bow. He helped me untie it and pulled out a packaged toothbrush and a pair of pajamas. He must have ordered them from the hotel before dinner.

The pajamas were a matching pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Both were dark blue with light blue bunnies hopping all over the flannel fabric. He held them up with a smile and inquisitive eyes as if to ask if I liked them. I nodded yes even though they looks like something a kid would wear. I pressed my hands together as if to say thank you.

He laughed at my attempt. He made a sign with one hand putting it to his mouth and then extending it down in front of him to show me the way to say thank you. He was a handsome man, older but in incredible shape. He was about my height with well-defined muscles and a flawless complexion. His tight t-shirt showed a nice ripple of ab muscles with little signs of aging.

I wanted to say so much to him, to thank him for everything. I just kept repeating the motion he showed me as he beamed. He pulled out a fresh pair of blue briefs that would fit me. He handed me a towel from under the sink and then turned to leave.

I got undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was still fluffed from embracing Amir. My frame looked lanky and pale compared to the men around here. I'd have to start working out more to fit in with the Hamads.

The bathroom was a stark contrast to the communal ones back in the dorms. Everything was state of the art steel and stone. The counters were this rugged slate like they'd been sliced off the side of a mountain and hollowed out with two sinks. The shower was like a walk in cave with walls made of marble and glass tiles in an alternating checkerboard pattern. There were no knobs to be seen or even a drain or spout. I looked around on the wall to see if maybe one of the switches turned it on, but all I got was meditation music and flickering lights.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and peeked my head outside the bathroom door into their bedroom. Mr. Hamad was on the other side of the room with his arms wrapped around Emerson from behind. They were looking out the window silently.

"Um, I need help with the... um... how does this work?" I asked. Mr. Hamad turned to look at me. His eyebrow raised in surprise as he saw me naked except for the towel. Emerson turned next and then gave me a look of alarm. They both started towards me, but Emerson stopped Mr. Hamad. He pushed his husband back gently and signed something as he came towards me.

I made a sign holding one hand above my head and flicking my fingers towards my face to imitate a shower as my other hand clutched the towel around me. His alarm softened into a laugh when he realized what I needed. He nodded and followed me back into the bathroom.

He closed the door behind us and waved me towards the shower. I got in and he extended his hand to take my towel. He gave me a look of impatient demanding when I didn't immediately give it to him. He didn't see my nudity as an issue. I most definitely wasn't his type. I let one side of the towel fall and handed it to him. He didn't even look down to check out my cock. He saw me as a kid who needed a parent. I was safe with him.

He hung the towel on a small hook and then leaned into the shower and pushed one of the glass tiles. A rainstorm appeared over my head as drops of warm water started to fall on me. He pushed on another tile and it flipped out to show an assortment of bath products all in neat little glass cylinders. He pointed at one and then rubbed my wet hair. He pointed to another and rubbed my shoulder and then another and rubbed my cheek. He held up a hand to make the "OK" sign with his eyebrows furrowed in inquisition. I smiled, nodded, and repeated the "thank you" sign. Emerson nodded, turned away, and left me alone.

I wasn't sure how to turn the shower off when I finished, but as soon as I touched the tile Emerson had used, I could see a little slide panel glowing inside it. I slid it all the way down and the rain slowed to a trickle.

I brushed my teeth and then put on my new pajamas. I went out to find that a small twin bed had been set up along the wall opposite their oversized king bed. The bed for me had been made up with a thick down comforter and pillow. There was a white sleeping mask on top of the pillow and the room lights had been dimmed. I heard the four of them in the living area. Three of them were talking in their language and I guessed from the brief pauses that they were signing with Emerson.

I poked my head out from the bedroom and their conversation stopped as four sets of eyes looked towards me. I offered a smile and walked out.

"Do you need something, Kasper?" Mr. Hamad asked.

"No sir, just not tired yet. I heard everyone talking," I said. I looked over at Amir who seemed pleased to see me in pajamas. He curled his lips up into a smile and winked at me. I looked back at him, but then felt his parents' disapproving eyes on me. I turned to see that they were not exactly welcoming of me intruding on their family time.

"Come, it is time for bed. I will help you sleep. You've had a long day. We will be quiet." Mr. Hamad rose and came towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder and guided me back towards the bedroom.

He pulled back the comforter on the little bed and I got in. He pulled the comforter over me and sat down on the bed. It reminded me of when I was little and my dad would put me to bed. He looked down at me with an adoring smile and pushed back my hair with his right hand. His other hand, warm and strong, squeezed my shoulder gently and then slid under the back of my neck. He massaged it firmly. He was good at this. My body relaxed under his touch.

"Goodnight, little one. The bed is ok? You are warm enough?" he asked as his thumb rubbed over my cheek.

"Mmmhmm," I affirmed and nodded with a yawned "Thank you."

"Here, this will help you sleep," he said and picked up the sleep mask. He put it over my head and adjusted it to cover my eyes. I felt his hand rest on my cheek as he watched me lay back against the pillow.

"You can sleep in tomorrow. You won't go back to the set until things are settled with the producers... That is if you wish to return. It may be better for you to just stay with us and we can discuss your future. But that is not bedtime conversation. All you need to know is you are safe here with nothing to worry about," Mr. Hamad said. I felt his hand slide down to my chest. It rested just over my heart.

"Thank you, sir," I yawned again. Something about the deep Arab tones of his voice, his soothing touch, lulled me into a sleepy state.

"I know Amir is fond of you, and we are fond of you as well. I'm sorry your father was disappointing today. We aren't always perfect, but I'm sure he loves you. You have a family with us for as long as you wish it," Mr. Hamad slowed his speech and spoke softly as though knowing he was helping me sleep. I felt his breath on my face as he leaned down and then his lips kissed my forehead.

"Yes, thanks," I yawned again as he rubbed his hand in slow circles over my chest.

"Good night, sweet one," his voice whispered against my ears as I slipped away into dreamland.

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I woke up to a nearly pitch-dark room with just a thin sliver of morning sun coming in through a part in the heavy drapes. My eyes had been covered all night so they were able to see in the low light. I sat up and looked across the room to see the two Mr. Hamads curled up together on one side of the big bed. They had the comforter pulled midway up their bare chests with Emerson's head nuzzled into the side of Mr. Hamad's neck. They rose and fell in synchronized breathing.

I guessed that the light rumble of snoring was coming from the older, stronger one as he held onto his smaller husband with a protective arm. They looked beautiful wrapped up together. I wanted to sleep like that with Amir. I thought about the few times I'd gone into my parents' bedroom while they slept. They were always on their own sides of the bed with their backs turned. I'd never seen them be very affectionate with or supportive of each other. This was a very different scene. They were inseparable, soulmates.

I got out of bed quietly and went to pee without turning on a light. I tried to flush quietly, but those things can't be controlled. I washed my hands and went back out to find they were still asleep. Mr. Hamad had strong, dark pec muscles covered in black hair with small brown nipples. I couldn't help but wonder if Amir would look that good at his age. I thought about it for a few minutes, but decided it was best to leave them to their privacy. I headed out to the living room.

The suite was quiet. I saw the door to Amir and Ali's room was slightly ajar. I wanted to go crawl into bed with him, but it might get us in trouble. I needed to be good here. I paced quietly back and forth for a few minutes before edging closer to the twins' door. I didn't know which bed was Amir's, but I could probably tell them apart with a simple look.

I pushed the door with one finger and it glided open silently. I tiptoed into the room and heard a peaceful snoring come in turn from each bed. I wondered if that was something they got from their father. I'd been told I was a quiet sleeper. My brothers were never bothered with sharing a room with me. Their beds were a few feet apart and separated by a small table with a glass lamp. I crept between the beds and saw them facing each other.

I recognized Amir immediately. He slept chest down with his face turned to the side against the pillow. Ali was on his back and in the bed closest to the doorway. He was sprawled out with his hands raised behind him like he was being held up.

Amir hugged the pillow and had his lips pushed out in a pout as though awaiting a kiss. I crept around to the other side of the bed to not disturb Ali. I pulled back the comforter and slid in behind him. His body was warm and I could feel his skin was bare except for a small pair of briefs. I sidled up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest. His hands moved to hold mine.

"Kasper?" He whispered as his body groaned a wake-up noise.

"Yep," I whispered back with a laugh. I slid a hand down to feel his raging morning wood. I wondered why Emerson had gotten me pajamas that covered me head to feet when the twins slept almost naked. Maybe he knew they ran warm and assumed I didn't.

"You better go back, we'll get in trouble," Amir said quietly as he turned to face me. He pressed his crotch against mine as he slid his arms around me and pressed his forehead to mine. We stared into each other's' eyes for a few minutes and tasted each other's morning breath. Neither of us minded it. I felt this pull to him like I'd never felt with anyone before.

He insisted on holding me whenever we were together as if I might slip away if he didn't pin me down. The way he looked at me, held me, made all thoughts of Taj or any other guy for whom I'd ever held a boner fade away. There was only us.

We heard a noise from the other room that snapped us back to reality. It was only the air conditioner kicking on, but it roused us out of our shared world and brought us home to the very present danger of being found. I didn't want to get him in trouble, ruin what was budding between me and his family.

"Go... please," Amir whispered though he didn't retract his embrace. He held me like his body was fighting with his will.

"Right," I whispered back and put a hand to his chest to push him away. I took a deep breath and slid out of his arms, his bed. The cold air of the room hit me with a chill as I tiptoed towards the door.

"Morning," Ali said from his bed. I stopped in my tracks to look over at him. He was sitting up in his bed with his arms folded behind his head. He looked at me with a sly grin knowing he'd caught us. He'd never betray his brother though. I paused, held by his eyes.

"Go!" Ali whispered with urgency and waved me towards the door. I scurried out and pulled it closed behind me. I went over to the couch and pulled a magazine from the coffee table. I sat and thumbed through it just as the door to the master bedroom opened. I didn't turn to look. I pretended to be engrossed in an article about gardening in Capetown.

"Good morning, little one. You are up with the sun," Mr. Hamad's voice came from behind me as his hand found my shoulder.

"Good morning... sir," I stammered and turned to see him standing to my side wearing a small pair of workout shorts. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but the rest of him was a chiseled work of art. His bare chest held a pile of muscles like gears on an industrial machine covered with tight brown skin and a generous dusting of black hair.

"I heard you moving around. I was worried the boys would bother you," Mr. Hamad said. He rubbed his hand over my hair in a gentle sweep then leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I haven't heard them," I lied.

"The breakfast should be here. I will check." He walked over to the main suite door and opened it to reveal a large silver tray with a tea kettle and food trays. He squatted to lift it and I got a nice view of his firm, round ass straining the small shorts. I felt like a total pervert checking out Amir's father, but I was surrounded by a sea of beautiful men here! I was drowning!

He brought in the tray of tea and set it on the coffee table then went back to the doorway to bring in the Durban newspaper. He came and flopped down on the couch next to me to unfold the paper. I got up and poured the tea for us. Mr. Hamad nodded to show his approval.

"Just tea please, no sugar.... Thank you. Did you sleep well?" Mr. Hamad took the cup I offered.

"I did. Thank you. The bed was so comfortable that I didn't want to get out of it this morning," I poured myself a cup of tea and added a little sugar. I sat back on the couch and leaned back to find Mr. Hamad's arm behind me. He set his tea on a side table and thumbed through the news as I relaxed into his side.

"Your hair smells like my Emi's. He was your same age when I found him. He was small like you. Same shampoo... it's nice. He never wanted to grow his hair out like yours. He didn't want to be too feminine. Your parents did not object?" Mr. Hamad asked as he took in a deep breath.

"I did it to piss them off... but then I liked it," I admitted. I noted the shortened name he used for his husband, Emerson. I imagined they were pretty hot together when they were younger. They were both still very handsome men.

"Tell me how you met him? How long have you guys been together?" I asked. It was a quiet morning and I liked spending time under his arm with his hand resting on my left bicep.

"Oh you don't want to hear about this! We are a boring old married couple," Mr. Hamad laughed, but I prodded him. He told me everything about his friend asking him to look after Emerson while he was out of the country. He said he followed him for a bit and quickly fell in love.

He was fascinated how a small, blonde, deaf boy could be brave enough to travel to a strange land and try to make it on his own. He told me about how he intervened at the juice bar when the attendant was rude to Emerson and how he rescued him. He talked about Emerson falling and hitting his head, how he nursed him back to health and lost his heart completely to the boy.

"That is the most beautiful story ever!" I grinned. "I can't believe it all worked out. You two were made for each other. But... wasn't your friend angry you stole his guy?"

"Furious, but of course love demands we cross all boundaries to satisfy the heart. There was nothing I would not do to win his affection. He consumed me completely. He still does. I could never imagine a day without him," Mr. Hamad said with a wistful look in his eyes.

"Are you boring him with old stories, father?" Amir asked as he surprised us from behind.

"Of course, but he demanded to hear them. I could not say no to a guest. You know I can never stop bragging about my family," Mr. Hamad laughed. He leaned up and turned his head back as Amir leaned down so their noses met and rubbed back and forth. I'd never seen anyone do that before. They kissed each other's cheeks.

Amir came towards me next and repeated the greeting. He pushed back my hair and left me with a final kiss to the forehead, just enough to not anger his father.

"I like the pajamas, Kasper... but it's obvious dad picked them out. You kind of look like a 12 year old." Amir laughed as he came around to plop down next to me on the couch. His father kept me under his arm though rather than letting his son show his affection.

"Yes, well. I hope you are comfortable, Kasper. With the boys grown, Emi misses having younger children to look after. They don't even let him pick out clothes for them anymore. He wants more children, but at our age I just want to enjoy my years alone with him. Soon enough the boys should be having kids of their own. I hope we don't wait too long for that or Emi really will want us to have more," Mr. Hamad said and rubbed my hair as though he expected me to be pregnant soon. I looked over at Amir for help, but he just laughed.

"You do look adorable. I hope you don't feel ridiculous." Mr. Hamad looked at me with pleading eyes as though he wanted me to assure him I liked his husband's choice.

"No sir! They're perfect. Just what I needed," I assured.

"Good! Emerson always wanted another child who was more... like him; gentle and cute. Our boys always took after me; competitive and rough. You are most likely exactly what he pictured us having after the twins; a sweet, gentle, blonde boy he can relate to," Mr. Hamad said as though I had been ordered from a catalog.

"Um... Thank you, sir. He has been so kind to me and welcomed me in. I really appreciate his hospitality," I said and brought my knees up into my chest to rest my feet on the couch. I knew better than to insult the man they all protected so fiercely. The PJ's were a bit childish though. Mr. Hamad hugged me warmly in appreciation that I indulged his love. I rested my head against his shoulder.

Ali came out then and nodded with a loud yawn. He came to his father and repeated the same greeting Amir had given him. He didn't acknowledge me more than a rub of my hair. He moved away as he lazily scratched at his bare stomach. He was shirtless and wearing small lounge shorts that matched Amir's and their father's. Ali slumped down in the overstuffed chair and looked lifeless.

Amir leaned towards the coffee table to take the lid off the top breakfast plate. It had a small steak, some eggs, and fruit. There were two other plates with silver lids and two with gold.

"The gold one is for you, the other for Emi. He thought you would probably eat similar food when he ordered the breakfast last night." Mr. Hamad said and prodded me to take a plate.

I picked up a gold covered plate and found a small piece of toast with a heart cut out of the middle. The center had been filled with a cooked egg. On the side was a small bowl of yogurt mixed with granola and berries. It looked really good.

Emerson woke up last. He came out while we were eating and went to greet his boys. They went through a similar ritual of nose rubs and kisses as they had with their father. He came to me last and signed something. Mr. Hamad released me from his side hug and set down his plate. He pulled Emerson down to sit between his legs.

"How did you sleep? Do you like your breakfast?" Amir translated for me as Emerson sank into Mr. Hamad's lap. His husband wrapped his arms around him and kissed up the side of his neck.

"It was great. You have all been so wonderful. I really can't thank you enough," I gushed as Amir translated. Amir leaned into me with a kiss on the cheek to show he approved. Seeing that I was free from Mr. Hamad's hold, Amir brought me in against his side. He offered me a piece of his steak and I shared a spoonful of my granola yogurt.

Mr. Hamad didn't want me going back to the set today until we got word back from the lawyers so I would spend the day with them at the resort. We finished up our breakfast and I helped Emerson collect and stack the plates on the tray. Ali grumbled something incoherent but got up to take the tray and place it outside the suite door.

"I read on the show website bio page for you that you like yoga!" Emerson showed me his phone where he had typed it out. I nodded and smiled at him. I hadn't kept up with it since I'd gotten kicked out of my parents' house, but I used to go a few times a week and missed it.

"I'd like to see what you learned in LA. I have moved towards Eastern style over the years," he typed. Ali came back from the front door with three large paper shopping bags. He set them in front of us. Emerson looked excited and pointed towards me to say they were mine. Mr. Hamad carried them into the big bedroom and I followed Emerson.

Mr. Hamad set the bags on their bed and then went in to take a shower while Emerson unpacked them excitedly to show me what he'd picked out. I'm not really the best at choosing fashion, but I nodded appreciatively to everything he held up. We folded and put things away in the oversized closet.

He handed me a pair of workout tights and a t-shirt to put on so we could go through a yoga routine together. We changed together in the privacy of the closet. He stripped down to a pair of blue boxerbriefs that matched the briefs he'd given me the night before. He had his back to me, not interested in seeing my body.

He had a spare yoga mat that looked like it hadn't been used before. I doubted his boys ever went through the routines with him. Amir and Ali seemed like they were more into sports and weights. I'd gone with my mom from an early age but she gave it up a few years back. Emerson looked pleased to have a partner. The mats were unlike anything I'd practiced on before. They seemed to cradle and support in just the right places.

Mr. Hamad came out from the bathroom as we were warming up. He had on a nice suit and came over to kiss Emerson. He kissed my forehead as I was showing Emerson the spiraled tree pose I'd learned at the studio I went to back in LA.

"Be good, Kasper. I have a meeting with the producer and a teleconference to take care of. I'll be back later. Thanks for indulging Emi. You do look adorable like this," he said as he noted my standing pose with one leg twisted up behind my bottom and my arms intertwined. I nearly lost my balance when he hugged me goodbye. He supported me with one hand until I found my footing again and then dashed off to his meetings.

"Namaste, Master Hamad," I said and bowed my head. He just chuckled and kissed his husband once again before he left.

We spent a solid hour doing poses and breathing. Emerson was hardcore and I struggled to keep up. He could do these upside down moves balanced on one hand. I thought I was good, but he had obviously spent years of training on this. It explained his toned, tight body with little room for bulk of any kind.

He was patient with me though. He'd help me pose or put his hand on my stomach or back when I wasn't pulling them in properly. He was eager to train me and it was obvious that he had a deep respect for his practice. I was overjoyed when he finally had me sit on the mat and do our cool down breathing. I was ready to fall asleep against the cool, plush mat. I finally did close my eyes when we laid down for the final breaths. I opened them to find he had brought back tea in these small earthen cups.

"Thank you," I said as he handed it to me but then remembered the sign for it. I took a deep sip and coughed as the acrid taste of the hot beverage coated my tongue and throat. I didn't know what it was, but my body did not want it.

Emerson set down his cup and put his hand to my chest. He rubbed it down in slow strokes and then pressed on various parts of my face and chest. My body began to warm and buzz at his touch. It soothed my aching muscles and brought this deep flood of happiness that spread out from my center. I laughed and Emerson smiled at me. He nodded and we hugged each other.

I put my chin on his shoulder. He had such a calming presence. I lifted my eyes to see Amir watching us from the doorway. He smiled and raised one hand when he saw me. He was half turned to us, but also looking at something in the living room. He had dressed in a tight white tank top and preppy shorts in a camouflage print that made his ass look full and perfect.

"Dad used to make us do yoga too when we were younger. He didn't like us getting into contact sports but father insisted when we were old enough for soccer. Right, dad?" Amir said. He signed to his dad who nodded and shrugged as though he really had been against it.

"I like yoga and your dad is crazy good at it!" I said. Amir translated as he eyed my yoga pants hungrily. I couldn't take my eyes off of him either.

"He says you're pretty good too. We're going to the bike track when father gets back. You can ride with me! I'll go slow with you," Amir said.

I went to take a shower and found clothes Emerson had left for me when I got out. It was a white tank top with a somewhat see through blue t-shirt to go over it. There was a fresh pair of blue briefs and blue shorts with a pattern of little white penguins all over them. He'd put out a small can of this spray deodorant that made me smell like baby powder. I used it conservatively.

I came out to find Emerson waiting for me. He must have taken a shower in the twins' bathroom. He looked fresh in a pair of white shorts and tight white shirt. He held up a bottle of sunblock and squirted some in my hands. When I didn't put enough on he shook his head and gave me more.

"They're crazy about sunblock. The sun is intense in our parts of the world. Better slick up if you want to go with us," Ali said as he wandered in. He was dressed similar to Amir but with a black tank top. I never really saw them try to match each other.

"I love the shirt... You look hot, Kas. Dad picked it out?" Amir said when he popped in behind Ali. He moved around his brother to stand beside me and put his hand on my shoulder. He signed to his father who smiled.

"He knows what you like. I guess he does want us to be together," I laughed. He translated for Emerson who nodded and beamed with pride. Amir blushed a little but put his arms around me and moved behind me to kiss my neck. He was a little less inhibited with Emerson there instead of Mr. Hamad. I guess the Arab father was the stricter one.

Emerson pulled my hair up into a tight bun and secured it with two wire pins.

Amir and I went downstairs to the coffee place in the lobby and ordered drinks while we waited for his father to come back. I told him about my morning talk with Mr. Hamad.

"Oh no! He brought up grandchildren? I'm so sorry, Kasper. He can be so embarrassing sometimes! I mean we just met! It's not like I like you like that! I swear!" Amir was flustered.

"You don't like me?" I asked as we sat with our drinks.

"Oh! No! I didn't mean it like that. I mean yeah you're... perfect..." Amir stammered.

"But not perfect for you..." I said with a look of sorrow. I enjoyed the tortured look on his face for exactly five seconds and then burst out laughing.

"That was mean," Amir laughed. He swiped his finger through the whipped cream atop his drink and rubbed it on my nose.

"Boys! There you are," Mr. Hamad said as he came towards us. Amir grabbed a napkin and dabbed at my nose.

"The show is taking Kasper down from the porn site. They acted as though it was an oversight. They are paying Kasper for two additional weeks of work and sending an apology letter to his parents as proof that Kasper did not know about it. They also want him to stay on the show. He can go back tomorrow if he wants," Mr. Hamad pulled up a chair and leaned back to bask in our appreciation.

"No! He can't be on there. There's no way he's going back to the show! They've hurt him enough. Kasper will not return there. He belongs with us now," Amir interjected. He used a rare, rough tone with his father.

"I believe that is up to him, son. We cannot make decisions that are his," Mr. Hamad said and put his hand on Amir's shoulder to squeeze it. He didn't yell at Amir for being harsh with him. The Hamads weren't like that.

"You don't want to go back there, do you Kasper?" Amir asked me.

"I don't know. I need to think about it," I said. I didn't know what to think.

"Think about it? What's to think about, Kas? Are you crazy? They used you and tried to make you a pornstar without your knowledge. You can't seriously be thinking about it!" Amir reached across and put his hands over mine. He rubbed his fingers gently over my hands and looked at me with concern. "Baby... seriously," he whispered.

"It is Kasper's decision," Mr. Hamad repeated. "It is not for us to make. We will give him time to think. Come, Ali is waiting for us so we can go to the motorcycle place."

"I'm not leaving him alone!" Amir barked at his father. "If he needs time to think then I'll sit with him and wait until he makes the right choice. He needs my help!" Amir's face hardened as his eyes bore into mine. He didn't let go of my hands. I hadn't seen this side of him, the alpha dominant Arab boy. It seemed to fit more with his father.

"I'm going to talk to Michael first. I'll be back. You should go with them. Motorcycles sound fun," I said. Mr. Hamad nodded and pulled Amir's hands from mine.

"I'm going with him. This is wrong! You can't ask me to not protect him. He needs us. You said yourself that Kasper needs a guide, a father, a firm leader! He will agree to whatever stupid excuse they give him if we let him wander in there alone! He's young, naive, gullible, easily confused. Look how quickly they stripped him down to his underwear to pose for those pictures! He doesn't know any better! He's just...." Amir was near rage. He looked at me like I was an injured bird he'd found and everyone around had told him to just let it die.

"Stupid, the word you're looking for is `stupid'. Right? Kasper, les incompétent... I need to be alone with my dumb thoughts." I got up from the table and walked away from them. Amir was just being overprotective, but he thought very little of me... just like my dad except instead of everything was my fault, nothing was my fault... but I was still judged as the idiot who made bad choices. I felt a knot in my stomach. Amir stood to follow me.

"Let him go. You both need to cool from this," Mr. Hamad advised Amir as I tore away.

+++

"I'm so sorry, Kasper. I thought without internet here you wouldn't find out for a while and I could convince you... Everyone else was on board so easily that the production company assumed you were too. I didn't correct them," Michael explained when I confronted him in the editing room. He asked me to walk with him so we could get lunch and talk.

"How could you do that? I trusted you more than anyone in my life," I said.

"I know and I'm sorry.... But how the hell did you get a team of crazy lawyers so quickly? They were ready to shut the entire show down. I was getting pissed off calls from every company affiliated with ours. Advertisers too! I was up all night until that Arab guy agreed to meet with us this morning. What the hell happened?" Michael looked at me with amazement.

"I don't know. I just kind of wandered into it..." I filled him in on everything. He listened with rapt attention as an incredulous look swept over his face.

"Holy fuck, Kasper! That's the reality show I should be filming! Do you even know how much that family is worth? California twink taken in by wealthy Arab royalty. If I could get you back to Satra and embedded with a camera crew... " Michael started to say. But I cut him off.

"No fucking way! I don't think they want anything to do with you. I'm not sure I do either." I said.

"It's all been taken down. There is no mention or picture of you on the porn site. It's all been scrubbed. I swear. The production company was ready to pull the whole show over it. We're on probation right now. I just let everything get away from me. I really am sorry." Michael gave me puppy dog eyes and offered a hug. I took it. He had been there for me many times before.

"I'll understand if you don't want to come back to the show. But you should know that the first episode got a big following and the online comments seem to love you. You're a lot of people's favorites and they voted for you to avoid the first punishment," Michael laughed.

"They liked me, really? What is the punishment?" I was a little intrigued.

"It's pretty lame this week. Three of the guys have to go around in their underwear and do the house chores. It's pretty mild, but we'll think of better ones for next week," Michael said.

I agreed to come back. I knew Amir would be upset, but if I could hang in for a few weeks I'd have enough money to decide what I wanted to do when I got back home. I couldn't go back to my parents in defeat and beg to move back with them.

I found the french stylist on his coffee break. He looked excited to see me and noted I was late.

"I like the clothes. This is good, but come and let me fix your hair," he said as he waved me to an empty station. He pulled my hair up and braided it loosely on top. He added a little black liner to my eyes and rubbed in the sunblock in a few areas where I'd missed spreading it.

"Perfect. I like this shirt on you, so sexy." He rested his hands on my shoulders as he eyed me in the mirror with a nod of approval. "You will win his heart." He was talking about Niles, but I was thinking about Amir. I was still a little upset that he really thought I was incapable of choosing this for myself. He'd done everything but call me an idiot.

When I showed up to the filming I got a few angry looks from some of the guys. I guessed it was over the threats the lawyers had used of shutting down production for what they'd done. I walked into a scene where Niles was showing the guys his modeling portfolio from when he was younger. He stopped when he saw me wander in.

"Look who finally woke up," he gave a light-hearted jab with a genuine look of happiness that I'd come back. He'd probably been filled in on everything.

"Yeah, sorry. Late night." I went to the group and looked at Niles' pictures while the guys ooh'ed and ahh'ed over his younger days. He had done a lot of underwear modeling and didn't look too bad in the shots. I edged my way in closer to Niles as he showed them. He pulled me in beside him and accidentally elbowed a guy out of the way. I got a nasty glare, but I needed to be in the mix and Niles was happy to cooperate.

I thought him showing his portfolio was just random until he announced to the guys that he wanted to see them try it out.

"We just happen to have a photographer friend of mine in town this week doing a photo shoot. He's stopping by soon to help us out. What do you guys think? We'll be showing off Henrik Krispin's Summer Nights underwear line. Who's up for the challenge?" Niles asked the guys and an excited buzz began to grow.

As if on cue, a stagehand wheeled in a giant white wardrobe with the underwear designer's logo painted across the doors. The guys squealed excitedly. I held back as they all went towards the wardrobe to see the collection.

"You up for it, Kasper? Or do you need to check with your legal team? Not big enough for the sizzle?" Niles asked with a sneer. The cameras had followed the guys over to the wardrobe so there was no need for him to pretend. I guess he really didn't like me after all. I'd caused a threat to his chance at reigniting his fading star.

"You can sit out if you're still being a whiny little bitch," Niles added when he saw my hesitation. He wanted me to decline, give up, go home.

"I'm up for it!" I said with a shrug and walked quickly to join the guys. He was an asshole and I wasn't going to let him push me out by backing down from the challenges.

The doors were opened and there were about twenty different briefs and boxers on display. Each one was sluttier than the last. One of them was just a yellow pouch with thin leather straps. Another had this completely see-through black mesh pouch with a happy face emoji sticker over where the cock tip would go. The guys pulled their favorites to claim them.

"You'd better get in there Kasper or you'll be left modeling in the buff. Not that I'd object," Niles said as he came up behind me. He pretended to laugh and nudged me playfully into the din.

I reached for one of the last pairs. It was a white mesh thong with a pair of red lips over the cock. It covered almost nothing in the back, but it wouldn't be completely indecent in the front. I was glad I'd done the hard workout yoga with Emerson this morning. I stopped for a second and thought with sadness about how I'd left things with Amir. He'd blown up, but it was out of concern, caring. He really did want to protect me.

The guys started to strip down, but I went off to the side and into the kitchen pantry. I changed the briefs Emerson had given me for the thong and pulled the shorts back on over them. I went out to find the guys in various states of undress.

Niles told them the photographer wanted everyone to start out dressed and then pose in various states to strip down to the underwear. This would show customers a better picture of what they were getting into. They were selling the idea of the underwear going with the whole evening rather than just a guy standing and posing in them. Niles called it a "lifestyle" brand.

Niles chose the most confident guy to go first. He bragged that he'd done this before so Niles thought he'd be the best one to show us how to follow the photographer's instructions.

He paired up with another guy and they pretended to be out on a date. He shot then lounging by the pool sharing drinks and then in various poses where they got closer and closer. Finally they moved to the couch and were kissing. They pawed at each other until they got down to their underwear and showed them off in various poses. They left it with one of them on top of the other and between his legs. The briefs were stretched with their bulges. The guy who had started off bragging had a pretty impressive bulge, but the other one was somewhat lacking.

They went through three more pairs of guys before the photographer nodded to me. It was my turn and I felt a wave of nervous anxiety wash over me. It was bordering on some pretty hot stuff and I knew Mr. Hamad and Amir wouldn't approve. I hesitated as the photographer tried to pair me up with Davis, the guy I'd shot with before.

"Let's go, Kasper," Davis said excitedly. He came over and put his hand on my back to guide me towards the photo area. A cameraman got in close to film my hesitation.

"Um..." I started to think of some way to delay this, but then a loud voice interrupted me.

"No! Kasper will not do this!" I wheeled around when I heard Amir. He stormed onto the set wearing the tight white tank top and camo shorts from this morning. Had he been watching the whole time! I hadn't seen him.

"Cut!" The director yelled.

"No, don't! This is great! Shoot!" Michael countered. "It'll be great for the show. A jealous ex boyfriend invades the set! Drama! Shoot it!"

"Oh," Amir realized he'd interrupted the shoot. He shook it off though and came towards me.

"I flew in all the way from LA to find you! You can't run away from me. I'm what you want, not this!" Amir played along with Michael's vision.

"Amir... you shouldn't be here! I'm moving on! You hurt me! I'm on this show to meet someone new... find something real," I said, but went to him.

"I had to, Kasper. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to say you were stupid. I just get so protective and look what I find you doing! I told you they'd have you in your underwear!" Amir fumed. I realized he was right.

"I make my own choices," I said coolly like my character would do.

"You don't have to make them alone though," Amir said and came to stand in front of me with his heart in his hands. He reached forward to put his hands on my biceps as though he was going to shake sense into me. "You come all this way to find love with him... but you already have it... with me. Choose me. I promise I'll make you happier than he ever could!" Amir was playing up the drama for the cameras. We were channeling a Lifetime movie.

"I..." I was at a loss for words. I turned to look at Niles who was doing his best to look jealous.

"No Kasper. We have something real! I feel it. I know you do to!" Niles jumped in. He wasn't going to be upstaged on his own show.

"I'm so... confused!" I was fumbling for something good to say.

"That dark boy is fucking hot," one of the contestants urged.

"I'll take him if Kasper doesn't," another affirmed.

"I can give you what you need, Kasper. I'll protect you and never ask you to get naked in front of other people, put yourself on display, use you to sell products. I'd never do that to you. And you'd leave me to go after... this old man?" Amir waved a hand towards Niles with a look of disdain like he was Tuesday's garbage.

"This boy's a mess," one of the guys commented with a laugh.

"Dude! You can't just come in here and invade my show! I'm not putting him on display! He agreed to this! He auditioned because you couldn't give him what he needs. We're shooting an underwear ad here. So you can either strip or leave," Niles growled at Amir.

"Ok then... If this is what Kasper wants then he does it with me," Amir affirmed. He backed away from me and offered me his hand. He led me over to the photographer who just shrugged and lifted his camera. He took shots of us walking hand in hand.

He had us head out to the courtyard where a large tiled fountain gurgled happily. Amir sat on the edge of the fountain and spread his legs. I stood between them as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in. He pressed his forehead to mine and his eyes bored into me.

"This is what you really want, my Kasper?" he asked as he froze for the camera.

"Sure," I said and wondered how far he would go with me. His touch had me instantly springing a tent in my shorts. The thong was getting tight.

"You tell me how far," Amir whispered. He pulled his head back and pushed me off of him then swung me around in a quick move. My back was to him and he pulled me back against his chest. He slid his hands up my shirt and bit on the back of my neck. After that, he rubbed a hand down between my legs, freezing long enough for the camera to snap.

He kissed his way up my neck and I felt his thick bulge growing under my ass. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, "I'll do this for you, Kasper. I'll shame my family if it's what you want."

"I don't want that! I just wanted to do the show and make my own choices," I said and backed away. He couldn't get in trouble because of me. I couldn't upset his family. They had taken care of me when I needed it.

"That's good guys. Now let's start stripping down. Lose the shirts. Let's see those muscles," the photographer directed.

"I go where you go. I told you that," Amir said and shrugged. He peeled off his shirt and showed his chest with gleaming muscles, sweaty from our embraces.

"Holy fuck he's hot," one of the contestants said. A few others agreed with their own lewd comments. I took off my shirt but didn't get the same reaction. They'd seen me before. I was no Arab prince.

"He should be the guy we're competing for," another guy noted a little louder than he'd likely intended. Niles fumed quietly from the side.

"Up to you, Kasper." Amir pulled me back into his chest and kissed over my shoulders. He didn't do it for long though. He wanted to rush this along. He pushed me back and then unbuckled his shorts. He was really going to go through with it.

"Amir," I said as I looked to see every eye in the area was focused on his healthy bulge.

"Yes, baby?" he asked and unzipped the shorts. He pushed them down so we could see the waistband of his yellow briefs. They weren't the brand for the photo shoot, but no one complained. He slid open the fly so we could see the top of his lump pushing the briefs out.

"Please don't!" I said as it hit me what this could do to him. His parents would be so upset. He was the good kid. He followed the rules and earned their pride, their trust.

"What about you?" Amir asked as he danced to an imaginary beat. He arched his back and raised one arm up and back behind his head to show off his muscled chest. He slid a hand down his abs and into his briefs.

"I won't do it either," I said.

"The photo shoot or the show or both? You'll come with me and forget this stupid shit?" Amir danced around as everyone watched. He bounced his ass and dipped low to show it off. He pushed down the shorts in the back so they could see the briefs clinging to his perfect round ass. He did a little stripper twerk move that brought a few gasps of approval from everyone.

"Everything, I promise. Just please stop undressing," I yelled. I realized that this must be how he felt when he saw me doing this kind of stuff on the show or saw the pictures of me on the porn site. It didn't feel good to know everyone was getting a peek at what was just for us.

"Good enough!" Amir yelled and immediately pulled his shorts back up. He buckled them and then rushed me and lifted me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he easily held me. He kissed me as our sweaty chests rubbed together.

We earned a few comments of approval from our captive audience that things had turned out romantically for us. It also meant they would have one less competitor for Niles' affections. Amir was ready to get out of there. He didn't like being on display as much as he pretended.

"Oh, and don't even think about using any of this footage or pictures. My lawyers would destroy you and have this show brought up on indecency charges. South African law doesn't allow this kind of stuff, especially without the right permits." Amir said to the production staff. They looked at each other as though the country's laws hadn't occurred to them before. I had no idea if Amir was right or not, but they looked worried.

Amir scooped up our shirts and carried me out of the filming house. He set me on my feet when we got outside and we put our shirts back on.

"I am so fucking horny for you," Amir laughed. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Me too. If I don't get off soon with you I'm going to explode. And where did you learn to dance like that? You have so many hidden skills," I laughed. "It was so fucking hot."

We raced back to the resort. Amir said we'd have an hour before they came back from the motocross place. We ran as he told me about it. They liked to race bikes with their father and there was a nice mall close by where Emerson could do some shopping. They'd gone before.

"Clear!" Amir yelled as he searched the hotel suite to make sure we had the place to ourselves. All this sneaking around was getting challenging, but it added a layer of excitement. He came bounding out of his parents' bedroom and hooked an arm around me to lead me towards his room. He locked the door securely and pushed me towards his bed.

"You were so crazy hot dancing like that and the way you just picked me up like claiming your trophy. Oh and when you told them not to post any of it or you'll shut them down. That so was so bad ass, dude! You seem like this mild little good boy, but then you dance like that or suck my cock all crazy and..." I rambled on as Amir fumbled with my shorts. He pushed my shirt off.

"I'd do anything for you, Kasper. I realized that today when I hurt you and you left. I followed you to the set and waited to see if you would join the filming... When you went to put on the underwear I knew I had to stop you. I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do to take you away from there. I really like you, Kasper," Amir gushed as he kissed his way down my chest and licked at my nipples.

"I like you too, every guy in there wanted you. You're so perfect, so handsome and... the way you moved... that deep tone of authority and sexy accent... I'm surprised they didn't try to jump you right there. You know how hot it was to be carried out by you?" I oozed as he kissed down my stomach and started to push off my shorts. I'd forgotten I still had on the show's underwear.

"You are definitely keeping these!" Amir praised. "Fuck it! I'll send them cash. I want to see you in them again! It shows off your assets so nicely." He pulled off my shorts and turned me over to check out where the white thong disappeared between my cheeks.

"They have different colors too," I noted.

"Oh I'll check online and get my baby the whole collection," Amir took on a new level with me. He seemed different now. After carrying me off the show he seemed to fill with power, confidence. It looked good on him. I looked back over my shoulder with a smile as he eyed my ass and gripped the cheeks with both hands.

"Mmm, I like these," he said to himself as he leaned down and began to bite and suck on my cheeks. His thumb rubbed up along the string of the thong that fell between the cheeks and over my hole.

"Yeah? It likes you too. You know how to handle it," I wiggled my ass for him with a laugh and then a deep gasp as his tongue dove in and traced its way up the middle. It made my heart skip a beat as his hot, wet muscle lapped over my hole. His hands spread my cheeks so he could get in there, take what he wanted.

"You like that, boy? You want me to play with it?" Amir growled a deep rumble as his animal instincts took over. "You want to be my baby? My boy? My cub?"

"Uh huh," I mumbled against the comforter. My cock was rock hard and leaking in the thong. He rubbed his hand up my back and then pressed a finger to my lips. I sucked it in and slicked it up as his tongue pushed inside me. I inhaled quickly and swirled my tongue around his finger. He started to fuck my lips playfully with his thick finger.

"Suck it baby, get it ready to open you," Amir growled as he crawled up behind me and put his lips to my ear. One hand reached down and he fingered the ring of my hole while the other hand fed me his finger to slick up and his lips and teeth bit at my earlobe.

"Fuck yes... you're so tight, baby boy. I can feel it. Wiggle that pussy on my finger. Get ready for daddy's cock," Amir's hot, filthy language in that deep Arabic tone had me whimpering and panting with my cock pulsing. His hard chest pressed into my back. He took the spit-shined finger from my lips and brought it down to my hole.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked while panting desperately as he pushed inside me. He he one hand poking at my ass and the other sliding down my stomach and reaching for my cock. He pushed down the pouch that held it and began to stroke me. His lips and teeth grazed the side of my neck and left a trail of chills over my sensitive skin.

"Someday I will seed my boy," he said as if it was something I would have to earn. I pushed back against his finger and his tongue licked up the back of my neck. He freed my cock and stroked it firmly. He was working me from both ends and I felt his hard cock rub against my back.

"Kiss me," I begged and turned to face him. His lips found mine and he let go of my cock to rub up to my pecs. He slid his finger out of my hole and used both hands to knead my pecs, twist my nipples as his hard cock rested between my cheeks and his chest warmed my back.

His tongue slid into my mouth and he started to hump my ass. He wasn't inside, but it felt just as good. His thick shaft strummed back and forth over my hole, each time sending a rush of chills through my body as he played with my nipples.

"The things you make me feel, Kasper," Amir said as he pulled his lips from mine. He went back to kissing up my neck, over my shoulders as his hands worked my pecs and his cock slid between my cheeks. He was pressing into me and holding me back against his chest as we stood on our knees on the bed.

"Your cock feels so good against me. Fuck me, yeah," I pushed back against him as he rubbed himself on my hole. He sped up, bucking his hips to pound against me.

"Oh! Uhh! Huh!" Amir suddenly pulled off of me and pushed me down against the comforter.

I looked back up at him with a sad whimper. I needed his touch.

"Baby I am so close. The things you do to me," Amir took a deep breath and sat back on his heels as his legs spread out on the comforter with his fat, hard cock resting between his thighs. He gripped it and wagged it at me. I licked my lips.

"You are so hot. Please fuck me," I begged and wiggled my ass for him. I was on all fours, looking back at him with desperate need. His eyes narrowed with a look of shame that he couldn't give me what I whined for.

"I will Kasper, soon. I don't last long with you," he admitted and let go of his cock.

"Oh," I said and let my lips rest against the pillow.

"This tight little pink hole begs for me. It is so perfect," he said and reached forward to graze his thumb over it. I pushed out against him and a smile spread across his lips.

"It needs you. I need you. You rescued me from the shoot. It was epic how we left." I turned and crawled over towards him. He laid down next to me and brought me into his side. My cock was hard and pressed against his hairy, muscled thigh. I put my hand to his chest and started to hump against him as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Come to me," he said and kissed the side of my forehead. He pulled me up and over him so our cocks were pressed together between us.

"You feel so warm," I noted as his heart beat against mine. I felt so protected in his arms. He rubbed my back with one hand while the other slid down to cup my ass. His finger found my hole again and he rubbed around the ring as I started to hump against him.

"Fuck, baby. Every inch of you feels like magic," he whispered as I slid my body against him. I was between his legs and rubbed my cock against his stomach. His firm cock lodged between us and rubbed against my smooth, hairless tummy. We wiggled together as our lips found each others and wrestled. His tongue slid between my lips and he held me against him as I bucked my hips, sliding our cocks together.

"Mmmm," I mumbled as his tongue slid around my mouth, wrestling my own into submission as his finger touched the magic spots inside my hole.

"Hmmm!" he agreed in a loud moan as his finger explored me, our cocks sliding against each other lubed by his sweaty, muscled abs.

"Kasper!" he said as his lips tore away from mine. I knew he was close. So was I. I let my lips wander down to the side of his neck and I kissed, inhaled his cologne, and licked his skin.

"Me too," I whined and sped up, rubbing against him. His finger jabbed deeper into my hole. It was dry and hurt, but there was nothing that could ruin the magic of the moment.

"Fuck," he cried and I felt his body spasm against mine. I felt hot spurts of his thick cum shoot between us. His finger pushed up to the second knuckle and hit this spot in me that sent my body over the edge.

"Ahhhh Fuck!" I yelled as my body began to thump and writhe on top of him. He brought his lips back to mine to keep me quiet as our bodies jolted and our cocks shot. I felt my own cream coat our slippery chests as he held me against him and fingered my hole. His tongue pushed back inside me as our lips pawed at each other in desperate attempts to gasp for air between excited moans of pleasure.

"Mmmm," I cried as his finger pushed in deeper, taking advantage of my hazy ecstasy. He shot out a last volley of his seed with a loud "Ahh." I had four quakes left in me as I gasped around his tongue in my mouth. He held me protectively as he recovered his breath and let his finger lazily rest inside me.

"Huhhh," he said weakly as our bodies relaxed together, our chests glued by the gallon of cum we'd emptied over each other. We were both spent, exhausted, sated, happy. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, my lips resting on his shoulder. We both nodded off in a hot, sticky heap of flesh.

Amir woke up first. I felt him struggle under me as he tried to balance me on his chest and slide over to the side of the bed. I didn't know what he was up to so I pretended to still be asleep. He got to the edge and then put his feet on the floor. He tried to stand up and keep me against his chest. I made a sleepy groan and slid my arms around his shoulders.

I didn't know if he could lift me, but he sure seemed intent on trying. He sat up and I slid my legs around his chest, pretending like this was just normal and no cause to awaken.

"Baby," he whispered and his hands slid down to cup my ass. He kissed my cheek and then slowly began to rise. Realizing that I wasn't as heavy as he thought, he quickly got to his feet and carried me across the room to the bathroom.

"Family not home?" I asked when I realized the hotel suite was silent. They must have still been enjoying the motorcycle place.

"I don't hear anyone, but we have to hurry," Amir whispered. He set me on my feet and turned on the shower. I yawned as he grabbed my hand and pulled me in with him. We hurriedly soaped each other, took a minute to kiss, and then rushed to wash off the cum that glued us together. It was like scraping off a hard layer of gunk. My chest turned red from the rubbing.

"How long did we sleep?" I asked as I gripped his hard cock with a soapy hand.

"I don't know. Hopefully not too long," he said and pushed my hand away. Now was not the time to get hard again.

We quickly washed each other and then he wrapped a towel around me while he hopped around pushing beads of water off his handsome, muscled frame.

"We must be quick, Kasper! Come!" He barked as he hurriedly pushed me out towards the bedroom. We fumbled with our clothes. I couldn't put the thong thing back on, but luckily I'd stuffed the briefs in the pocket of the shorts I'd been wearing. We quickly dressed and hung up our towels. I stopped to fix my hair while Amir dashed out to the living room. He'd messed it up pretty crazy and I had to just put it up in a simple pony tail.

I heard Amir yelp in surprise and then a string of Arabic that made no sense to me. I froze in the bathroom mirror knowing we must have been caught. Sure enough, I heard Mr. Hamad yell something short in Arabic at Amir who quickly quieted.

I was fifteen floors up so I couldn't exactly sneak out of the window. I wondered if I should hide somewhere. I decided to just stay put. No good could come of me leaving the bathroom.

"Kasper," Amir said and then suddenly appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. "Please come out. They want to talk to us." Amir looked upset, my brave alpha Arab was once again humbled by the one thing on earth he bowed to; his parents.

"No... I can't. They'll throw me out," I said feeling a sudden wave of anxiety.

"I won't let them. Please trust me," Amir said with wild eyes. He offered his hand and I took it. He squeezed it to let me know he would protect me like he swore. I walked just behind him and to his right. He led me out to find his parents and brother sitting in the living room looking solemn.

He didn't let go of my hand when they saw us. He didn't let go of me when we sat on the couch to face them. He put his arm around me, brought me into his side. He let them know with his body that I was his now and he was mine. We were ready for whatever they had to say.

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