Kasper's Den

[I've been searching in the woods and high upon the hills

Just to find my samurai

Someone who won't regret, to keep me in his net

Yes I need my samurai]

+{Kasper's Den}+

Part 9

[By Emri and Xelos]

I accidentally saw something I wasn't supposed to see.

Amir had left early for class. He wanted to get some things done so he could be back in time to take me to the photo shoot for the new Hamzi Shoes promotion. He let me sleep in knowing I needed to look nice for the pictures. As uncomfortable as he was with me doing modeling, he was trying his best to be supportive.

I woke up and the little house I shared with Amir and his family in the sprawling Hamad compound was quiet. I went out to the kitchen and saw there was a bowl of fruit and breakfast things I couldn't readily identify. I knew they would be super healthy and more attuned to the Middle Eastern palate than my own.

I went down to Amir's room and the door was open with no one inside. I checked Ali's room next and the door was slightly ajar. I nudged it open and saw Ali sprawled out on his back fast asleep. He had pushed off the covers and was laid out in a small pair of black briefs. I didn't get close enough to see his bulge, though that was the first thought in my head.

I quietly closed his door and went back towards my room. I thought about lying down again, but I had slept enough and my mind was racing with thoughts of what I should wear for the photo shoot. Just as I thought to go ask Emerson, I heard noises coming from their bedroom. This house has somewhat heavy soundproofing so I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I nudged the door open to see what he was doing. I didn't want to embarrass him if he was doing anything weird like picking his nose or singing. I don't know what he does on his own, but sometimes I do things I don't want other people finding.

And that's when I saw it.

Emerson was in there, along with Mr. Hamad. The thick, muscled Arab patriarch had his small-framed, pale husband bouncing on his lap. Emerson had his arms around Mr. Hamad's neck and they were making out as the darker man rubbed his back and plowed his ass with a shaft like one of those novelty dildos you think no one would ever be stupid enough to put inside them. I watched as Emerson's muscled ass, toned from years of yoga, took the endless supply of cock his husband fed him.

I should have quietly closed the door and turned away... I should have. But I froze. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and my primal instinct wouldn't let me move my feet. I heard the smacking of their lips and watched Mr. Hamad grope Emerson's bubbled butt as his cock went in and out of his lover. Mr. Hamad's dark, low-hanging balls swung wildly between his thighs as he seeded his boy.

And then it stopped.

"Kasper!" Mr. Hamad boomed and I turned my head behind me as though I wasn't sure he was talking to me.

"Oh!" Emerson called out and grabbed a fistful of blanket to cover them.

"I... I'm sorry! I'm so! I didn't see anything!" I lied though they were a few feet away.

"It's ok. It's ok, little one. What do you need?" Mr. Hamad took a deep breath and tried to sound parental as he pulled the cover around Emerson's back and kept his on his lap.

"No... I... Amir is gone and I thought everyone else was gone too," I said and backed out of the doorway. I turned my eyes down to look at the floor, not sure where my shame could hide.

"It's all right. Just please knock next time. Are you hungry? There is breakfast prepared. Go and eat. I'll be out in a few minutes." He said as Emerson turned to look at me. He didn't seem embarrassed anymore. They were pretty open with their love for each other, but still. Felt my pulse quicken as I slowly awoke from the shock.

"Yes... sir," I said but didn't move.

"Go on, little one. It's ok. Go eat your breakfast," Mr. Hamad said gently though his tone was commanding. I realized he wanted me to leave. I nodded and closed the door then went out to the living room and paced around.

"What's all the noise?" Ali yawned as he ambled out of the hallway behind me. I turned to see he'd put on a small pair of running shorts. He yawned again and pushed his fingers through his messy black hair. His body was toned and bulky like his twin's. He had a healthy bulge of pecs over a waist that V'ed down with chiseled abs and disappeared below the red satin of his shorts.

"Nothing... I... why? What did you hear?" I asked.

"Guilty party, eh? What are you getting up to? Don't wake my parents," Ali laughed.

"Oh, just getting some breakfast," I said and turned to face him.

"Woah, hello morning wood! Looks like my brother didn't handle his business this morning," Ali laughed and I looked down in horror to see my shorts tenting obscenely. I put my hand down to cover it and turned away from him.

"He handled it a little too well. I'm still hard," I defended Amir's honor.

"It's natural, Kasper. It means you're a healthy normal guy. Round here it's nothing unusual," Ali said. I went straight for the kitchen and got some water. My mind was racing with what I'd seen. I was so turned on, but also confused and embarrassed. I couldn't look them in the eyes again. I sipped my water and tried to think of unsexy things. I stared out the kitchen window and watched some workers trimming the trees.

A few minutes later Mr. Hamad came out wearing pajama shorts. He was whistling a little tune as he made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea. He seemed exceptionally chipper and didn't look awkward at all that he'd just been walked in on.

"Good morning, little one. Did you eat something?" he asked as if I hadn't just seen him servicing his husband. He grabbed a meat pastry off the breakfast tray and took big bites.

"Yes... yes, sir. It was good," I lied. "I'd better go get dressed."

"Wait! Listen, Kasper. I know you... well... that wasn't meant for you to see... If you want to talk about it, it's all right. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Mr. Hamad said.

"I'm good. I better go get ready for Amir," I said and dashed off to my bedroom. I closed the door quickly and sighed in relief, but then noticed Emerson with his back to me as he hummed softly and made up my bed. He pulled up the sheet and straightened the thick down comforter. He fluffed up the pillows and made it look catalog perfect. He'd never come in here to tidy up. I guessed he wanted to talk about what I'd seen, but was thinking of the right words.

"Good morning," he signed when he saw me. He had a happy grin on his face. I probably had the same look after Amir fucked me. I returned his greeting and then lowered my eyes as he busied himself around my room picking up Amir's shirt and underwear from where he had tossed it on the floor this morning. He didn't comment on his son's messiness.

Emerson put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to sit on the bed. I signed that I should get dressed. He nodded and followed me into the closet to pick something out. I followed him and he stopped to grab his tablet.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. We usually lock the door," Emerson typed and then handed me the tablet to read while he pulled out a t-shirt and some shorts for me.

I fumbled through the signs he'd taught me to say, "Next time I knock door first. Sorry. Please no angry to me."

He beamed proudly to acknowledge my progress with learning sign language for him. He pulled me in for a hug and signed back "Never angry with you."

I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen though. I'd always known Mr. Hamad as the alpha of his tribe; tall and strong with an imposing presence. Now I saw one of the sources of his confidence. The man was built like a god and so easily bounced his love in his lap. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and I felt a weird mix of guilt and lust.

Amir came home shortly after that. He rushed in and kissed me before changing his clothes to go to the shoot. I sat on his bed to watch as he stripped down to a pair of black briefs. I was so horny and I couldn't help gripping the growing lump in my shorts as I watched. He turned towards his closet and I got a view of his plump, sturdy ass.

"Do we have time to play around?" I asked as I rubbed my growing problem.

"I wish. We have to be there in less than an hour," Amir said. He turned back to look at my obvious need.

"Aww babe. Are you going to be ok waiting?" He asked. He came towards me and put his hand on my cheek. He leaned down and kissed me. I grabbed for his bulge in the stretchy briefs. I tugged at his cock and it quickly grew in my hand.

"Can I just taste it for a few minutes?" I begged. I stroked him and he filled out.

"Sorry, babe. They're waiting for you. It'll have to wait." Amir kissed me again and reluctantly pulled away from my grip. He disappeared into his closet and pulled on a white tank top and blue shorts. He slid on sandals and grabbed his keys. I followed him out to his car and we took off for the shoot.

My cock never went down though. He held my hand while he shifted gears and we made our way down the hill. I put a hand in his lap and rubbed his shorts. With the image of his father still dominating my thoughts, I needed his for a palate cleanser.

"Babe! What's gotten into you? You are on it today!" Amir noted with a laugh, but he didn't move my hand. I felt his bulge grow and I rubbed the outline of his cock. I put my head on his shoulder and inhaled his musk. It was a hot day in the desert kingdom and he had a nice mix of sweat and cologne.

"I know... I need it. Can I just suck it a little?" I whined. I heard myself and winced. I sounded so weak and needy. Something about these men just activated my submissive switch more than I'd ever felt before.

"Fuck. See what you do to me?" Amir said and put his hand over mine to help me rub his thick cock. He pushed down the waist of his shorts and his cock sprang out to greet me. I never got used to the sight of his thick, brown, veiny monster. I needed to please it, suck out the venom that made it so swollen and hard.

"You have the best cock ever," I laughed and then dove on it. He put his hand on the back of my head, careful not to mess up what his dad had done to my hair. I started to bounce on it and slurped the thick shaft while the fat tip banged against my gag reflex. I coughed and sputtered on it, but I wanted to get used to it. I wanted to be able to give him what he deserved. I tasted the sweat and a little piss from morning of hard work at the university. It added to my desire to taste what had been churning in his balls.

"Oh fuck, Kasper, baby yes. Suck me. Take that cock," Amir praised as I bobbed on him. I heard the engine rev and felt a bounce as we descended into the desert. I didn't know where he was heading, but I hoped we'd have time to finish. I needed my cream before the shoot.

"Oh! huh! yeah! Fuck! Yes," Amir hissed as he took deep gasps. I felt him take his hand off my head and rub over my back as he went to shift gears. He rested his elbow on my back as I bounced on his cock and adjusted my mouth to his size.

"So good, baby." Amir rubbed his hand down my back and grabbed my ass quickly before going back to shift into another gear. I kept up with him as he hissed and moaned every time I made his cock feel just right.

"Oh shit, I'm so... close Kas, don't stop.... babe," Amir groaned. I reached under his cock and squeezed his balls. They were pulled in tight like he was ready to shoot. They churned heat in my hand as I slurped his cock as best I could.

"Yes, fuck. Here it.... Fuck," Amir yelled as his cock shoved into my throat and began firing off. His hand came down on the back of my head and he pushed me farther as his hips bucked and he cursed and shot down my pipe.

"Oh yes, babe. So good! So! Yeah!" Amir bounced in his driver's seat as he shot down my throat. He cursed and praised me as he filled me with his salty offering. He tasted so good and I quickly swallowed his thick, salty cream. I felt it slide down my throat.

"Oh baby, that was so good," Amir praised as he calmed. He laid back in his seat and pet my hair. I realized his hands were off the wheel and it didn't feel like we were moving. I swallowed the last of his seed and raised my head.

"Where are we?" I asked. We were on the side of a road. I hadn't felt him stop driving, but I guess he didn't want us getting in a wreck. The water was to our left and there wasn't a car in sight.

"Here, well almost. It's a mile up this road," Amir pointed off into the distance. "Thought we should finish this up before we arrive."

Amir took a deep breath and I licked off the last drops of his cum from his shaft. I cleaned it and he put it away. He reached into the back seat and found a large bottle of water. He took a deep chug and then gave me the bottle.

"You're so good at that. It's like you really care about my cock," Amir joked with a laugh.

"I slurp with heart!" I laughed back.

We cleaned up and then he drove down to the shoot at this house on the beach in a little private neighborhood. We passed through a guard who just waived at Amir and said something in Arabic.

"This is our beach house, well one of them." Amir pulled into a circular driveway that went up a little hill to the house. There were a few other cars already there, but Amir pulled around them and parked near the front door.

He led me inside to find a crew of four guys getting set up. There was a stylist there waiting for me and he had another model with him. I guessed he was a model because the stylist was showing him the clothes and shoes while fixing his hair. He was a cute guy, dark and handsome, with a mix of African and Arab features. Amir stopped when we saw them.

"Reza! The fuck are you doing here?," Amir asked the model in a threatening tone. The guy looked up and his lips spread into a smile that wasn't exactly friendly. It seemed like they knew each other, but were clearly not friends.

"Chill, bro. Just doing a favor for the designer. They didn't ask you to model, did they?" Reza asked with the implication that Amir wasn't a perfect specimen of male. He laughed as if it had been a joke.

"They couldn't afford me," Amir scoffed and feigned a smile.

"No, we could never afford prince Amir," the stylist laughed. He pointed Reza's attention towards me, "That's the model."

Reza turned to look at me with appraising eyes. Amir gripped my hand tightly.

"Not bad. He looks scared. Don't worry, baby. I'll show you the ropes," Reza winked at me.

"He's done this before, probably more than you," Amir said.

"Has he starred in the same kinds of productions you have?" Reza asked with a sly smile.

"You did modelling? I didn't know that," I told Amir.

"Uh... yeah... long time ago, babe," Amir shrugged. Reza laughed.

"I'd love to see it!" I squeezed Amir's hand and felt his tension.

"Oh I know he would." Reza wagged his eyebrows.

"In fact!" Reza continued as if he'd just realized something. "I believe I still have a copy somewhere. It's really beautiful work. We should watch it together sometime!"

"Oh! Like a commercial? What was he selling?" I responded.

"Can't say I remember. Do you remember, Amir? What exactly were you trying to sell there?" Reza asked.

"I sold my pride," Amir said through gritted teeth. I started to ask what he meant, but a voice interrupted us.

"Guys! We should get Kasper ready! The light is perfect right now," A man with a clipboard interrupted us. Amir seemed to sigh relief.

"Let's do this," Reza said and jumped up to offer me the stylist's chair with a wave of his hand. He seemed really nice. The stylist put a little bronzer on my skin to give some color and then he pulled my hair up into a little knot in the back.

"I don't want Kasper shooting with him. You can do Reza's pictures and we'll wait inside," Amir said as the stylist was working on me.

"What? Why?" I asked and looked up at him. He was on guard, tense, defensive.

"It is not a good idea. Let's go," Amir said to me.

"What's the problem? Amir, so good to see you. Thank you for letting us use your family's beach house. It's perfect for the shoot," a voice sounded from behind us. I turned to see an older man holding a camera. He had a European accent and kind eyes.

"Kasper will not shoot with him," Amir said.

"I don't mind," I said and misunderstood Amir's words to mean that I didn't want to.

"There, see? He's good to go. Let's get this pretty boy going. I have other things to do today," Reza said and started to walk around me, looking me up and down. Amir reached for my hand and I stood. He pulled me to his side.

"I forbid it. I don't want my boy with this garbage. We will go inside while he does his part," Amir sounded tense and gripped my hand with force.

"Your boy?" Reza looked at me with more interest.

"Ow!" I yelped when he squeezed it too hard. I pulled away from him. "What's your problem? You said I could do this one last shoot."

"Quiet," Amir growled and pulled me back to his side.

"Still desperately defending your toys, eh? Don't worry, it's just pictures. Not like we're making a video," Reza smirked.

"We'll wait inside," Amir said flatly and turned towards the house.

"But the concept is two..." The photographer started to say, but Amir pulled me along.

"What the fuck? You went all crazy there," I said when we got inside the house. It was a large, open living area with a raised area for the kitchen. A wide U-shaped couch looked out over the waves interrupted by a large television on the wall between the sliding glass doors that led to the beach.

"You don't know him. I plan to keep it that way. We will wait until he is finished and has left." Amir went to sit on the couch. He kept his eyes trained on the patio where Reza was laughing with the production team.

I sighed. I went to sit by him on the couch. If he was acting this wild, there must have been a good reason. Amir didn't usually fly off in a blind rage for nothing.

"So... Do I get let in on this? Seems like there's a story here," I said and slid my hand into his. As if snapping out of his fog, Amir gave a sudden jolt. He looked over at me as if we'd never met. His lips formed a little smile as he took me in. He raised his arm up and put it across my shoulders to pull me into his side.

"It's a long story, babe," he said to put me off.

"Apparently we have time. My boyfriend is crazy jealous and won't let me film with the other model," I laughed.

Amir fidgeted with his phone for a minute. He had no waiting notifications, but he stared down at it as if hoping something would pop up.

"I said no, Kasper. You'll do your pictures when they finish with him...." Amir trailed off.

"You're being ridiculous. He seems perfectly nice. They want us to do the pictures together. Did you guys like fight over some guy in high school or something?" I asked, hoping he'd give me some reason for acting like an asshole out there.

"Leave it, They'll finish up with him and it'll be your turn." Amir dismissed me. He opened some message app on his phone and started typing in Arabic with someone while he kept me under his arm. I couldn't believe he wouldn't even discuss it. I sat there seething for a minute as I watched Reza posing outside. It was so ridiculous.

"I'm going," I said quietly and wiggled out of his hold to stand up.

"Kasper, sit down," Amir said without looking up. He really thought I would. That made me angrier. He sounded like he was talking to a dog.

"You can wait here if you want," I said and swallowed the anxiety in my throat.

"Kasper, sit!" Amir said with growing agitation as he looked up from his phone. He really did think of me as a pet.

"Amir, stay!" I barked back. I turned and went towards the sliding doors. I watched Reza do a trick on his skateboard, skimming along the edge of the tiled fountain. I gripped the handle of the sliding door and took a deep breath.

"Kasper!" Amir yelled angrily and I turned back to look at him.

"Please..." he said weakly with pleading eyes. I shook my head. He still wasn't going to give me a good reason. I slid open the door and turned towards the photographer. I closed the door behind me and didn't look back.

"You grew a pair, nice," Reza said when I walked over to them.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked the director who offered a cautious smile.

Our first shots were doing some high top skate shoes. They were definitely not something that would sell back home, but Arab families seemed to like flashy gold accents so I was half-expecting it when the stylist brought me a pair with white leather and gold lightning bolts.

Reza and I had on matching black tank tops and white shorts with the shoes. Our clothes were muted to showcase what they were selling. The whole scene was Reza showing me how to a do a trick. They took a video of us playing around and laughing. I'm not good on a board so Reza stuck close and was ready to catch me anytime I swerved too hard.

I felt the board slip out from me and a pair of hands slide under my bottom as I sailed towards the cement. Reza lifted me up like a fireman carrying me away from danger.

"Great catch! Protect the shoes," the director said.

"I got you, Kasper. No worries," Reza said and bounced me in his arms a few times. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead.

He set me on my feet and we got back to the tricks again.

We did a few more loops and slides. I was finally getting the hang of it and having fun with Reza when the director interrupted us.

"We have enough shots with the skating line. Let's move to the beach line," he ordered.

The stylists took me and reza to separate chairs with a screen between them and completely changed our attire. Gone were the black tank tops, and white shorts. By now I was getting used to being changed on the set of a shoot, but a little part of me still felt weird being exposed like that to a guy who wasn't Amir.

They handed me a simple white tank top and navy blue swim trunks, but before i had a chance to put them on, a shirtless Reza appeared in front of me dressed in a bulging speedo with sea blue and green floral print.

"This speedo seems a little skimpy to me. What did u get?" Reza asked as he looked me up and down in the small pair of blue briefs Emerson had picked for me that morning.

I held up the tank top and shorts to show him, but I saw his eyes were instead traveling down my back to check out my ass. His lips curved into a smile of approval when he found it.

"You're a really beautiful boy, Kasper, and those eyes. You most naturally blonde guys as light as you have a weird goblin face. It's rare to find a natural who looks so handsome," Reza appraised.

"Uh, thanks. I Guess?" I was confused.

"I'm surprised Amir went for such a pretty boy. He typically likes them more rugged, dominant. You're more what I would choose for myself; beautiful, delicate," Reza whispered as his hand came to rest in the center of my back. I looked around, but I didn't see Amir and the sliding glass doors where I'd left him were across the patio and out of sight.

"I'm definitely not a delicate pretty boy," I laughed at his word choice, but he didn't seem shaken.

"If you were with a real man like me instead of a boy like Amir, you'd feel it," Reza growled in a low voice. It sent a chill through me and I flashed back to that morning where I'd watched Mr. Hamad bounce Emerson on his thick cock with perfect control. I understood what Reza meant and it sent a bolt of lightning through me.

"Amir's all the man I can handle," I shot back, feeling suddenly defensive of him. As convincing as I tried to sound though, a thick bulge in my briefs betrayed how I felt about Reza's touch. He slid his hand up my back and rested it on my shoulder.

"Seems like you're enjoying being handled by me," Reza noted as he looked down between us to see my tenting cock.

"Uh..." I made a little whimper as he squeezed my shoulder.

"Looks like you've got a big cock for such a little boy," Reza observed.

"We should, um... We should..." I stumbled for a complete thought.

"We should get back to the shoot," Reza articulated for me with sudden seriousness, breaking the mist of heat that had built between us. He nodded as his eyes studied me. He didn't look so playful now. There was a seriousness to his look that said he wasn't joking with me.

"Yeah... I should get dressed," I replied. I stepped into the little swim trunks they'd given me. Reza took the tank top and held it up. I raised my arms and he put it over my head. He pulled it down over my tummy and then brushed his hand down my side to smooth it out.

We went out and the stylists gave us new shoes to put on.

These still had the gold bolts, which I later found out was both a fashion choice and the company's logo, but instead of a leather high top sneaker they were both a low top with a casual, beachy vibe.

My shoe had a sandy, yellow bottom with navy blue top, accented by a golden trim on the tongue. Reza's was the same style but instead of navy blue it was sea blue with sea green leaves printed on it to match his speedo. His darker, African skin glittered in the sun as the stylist rubbed him down with lotion. It accentuated his proud muscled chest and perfect nipples.

We went down to the sand where the crew had laid out a dark blue beach towel with the gold logo of the shoe company. They had me sit on the towel with my legs to the side to show off the shoes while Reza squatted next to me and pretended to point out something on the horizon.

In mid-pose, I noticed Amir had come out. He was in the shade on the patio and looking out at us. He was too far away to see the expression on his face, but I knew he couldn't be happy with me for defying him. If he'd only given me a reason though. I deserved an explanation other than a command he'd give to a dog. I shrugged it off and focused as the photographer clicked away.

The director gave Reza a bottle of sunblock and he squirted it over my shoulders then started to rub it in, pausing with his hand over my right nipple while the photographer clicked away. I felt the chill run through me again at his touch. He had that presence that brought out my submissive side.

I looked back to where Amir had been as Reza rubbed the lotion over my chest, but he wasn't there anymore. I scanned the scene and found him on the sand, discussing some things with the director. I stared at them and lost focus on the shoot.

I felt a hand on my jaw and Reza turned my gaze back towards the photographer who was yelling something.

"Focus!" the photographer yelled. He looked agitated.

"Oh, sorry!" I turned away from Amir and nodded at the photographer to show I was ready.

"You're so spacey, Kasper. It's adorable," Reza said. And then he did something unexpected. He turned my face to his and kissed me right on the lips. I didn't kiss him back. I was too stunned. He put his hand to my cheek to hold it as his lips wrestled with my still ones. I felt a mix of lust and shame surge through me. It was so wrong, but felt so good. I heard the photographer snapping away while he did this.

"Great, guys. Totally unusable in Saudi Arabia, but great for Satra!" The photographer praised.

I didn't even have time to react though. I heard Amir over my shoulder yelling "The fuck?" as he charged towards Reza. Amir pushed right past me and swung on Reza. He hit him square in the jaw and sent the muscled model sprawling on his back.

"Go get your clothes! Now!" Amir barked angrily. I scrambled to my feet as the photographer snapped away as though we weren't in complete chaos. I rushed back towards the patio and turned to see Amir on top of Reza. It wasn't even a close match. Reza was bulkier, but the adrenaline pulsing through Amir had him pummeling Reza.

"Babe, stop! He's down," I said. I couldn't let him fight like that. Amir straddled Reza who was sprawled out on his back with his arms up defensively. Amir stopped and his body heaved as he regained his breath.

I watched the two of them. Reza put his arms down and looked up at Amir. I wondered what kind of history would make them such bitter rivals. I got closer to listen.

"I told you to keep your fucking hands off my boy," Amir said as he took a deep breath.

"Your boy needed a man's kiss. You walked out on him and he needed comforting," Reza lied.

"I didn't kiss him!" I interjected.

"He needed a man, not some boy who went to hide and sulk. Speaking of which... Your ass is on my speedo and it brings back memories. Maybe you need it too," Reza said and put his hands on Amir's bottom. Amir froze and Reza gave his ass a squeeze as he started to push his pelvis up to grind against Amir.

"Fuck you!" Amir said suddenly and pushed Reza away. He hopped up and I saw a growing tent in Reza's speedo.

"I said get your clothes," Amir barked as he looked up at me. He turned his face down and wiped it against his sleeve. I heard the anger in his voice mixed with a swirl of emotions.

I went back to the stylist area and stepped out of the shoes. I set them on the table and started to change back into my clothes. I felt my racing pulse and a twinge of guilt that I'd let Reza do that. Amir came up behind me and I felt his heartbeat as his chest pressed against my back and his arms slid around my waist. His hard cock bulged his shorts and pressed between my cheeks as he held me. The adrenaline must have ended up down there.

"Let's go, babe," Amir whispered as he kissed my ear.

"I didn't... I didn't kiss him," I whispered back in defense.

"I know, my love. He's the kind of guy who gets that he wants no matter what. Let's go," Amir grabbed my clothes and shoes. He pushed me barefoot towards the house with his hand in the center of my back.

"I don't know what happened. He was so nice and friendly, but it seems like there's some rivalry between you two. What happened?" I asked when we got inside. Amir nudged me towards a room in the house and then closed the door behind us.

"Nothing, babe. Just get changed so we can go. I think they got enough shots. If not then fuck it. We're going," Amir said. He sat on the bed and started typing on his phone while I fumbled with my clothes.

"Can we keep the shoes?" I asked. Amir looked up at me in surprise. "What? they're nice shoes," I said trying to change the mood.

"Sure babe, whatever you want," Amir laughed and shook his head. It seemed to break the tension. He went back to his phone and chuckled.

I waited in the bedroom as Amir went to wrap things up with the director. He worked it out so I got to keep both pairs of shoes to wear for pre market advertising.. The director said they had a lot more to shoot, but after the fight, it wasn't going to happen.

We headed home in silence. Something was churning in Amir's head, but he wasn't ready to open up about it. Maybe when we got home to his room, his safe spot, under his control he would share.

Emerson was waiting for us when we got home. He hopped up from the kitchen stool excitedly when we came in. He was chopping up vegetables and had made a little dip to go with them. He waved us towards him and motioned for us to sit down. Amir sighed. He knew he would have to tell him what went down.

"How did it go?" Emerson signed. He looked so happy. I looked over at Amir and our eyes locked in the knowledge that we'd have to tell him it didn't end so well.

"Well. We ended it early. I didn't know Reza would be there and we argued," Amir said and signed. Emerson's smile disappeared. He signed back and Amir translated.

"Why? You two are best of friends! His mother emailed me this morning after you left. Why would you fight? You two have been best friends since you were young." Emerson signed.

"Dad and Reza's mom were yoga friends. They used to have us play together," Amir said to me and signed. "Dad, we haven't been friends in a long time. You knew that," he added.

"I thought you'd just lost touch and this would be a good time to reconnect. I hope you made up before you left," Emerson signed.

"Why? What did you do, dad?" Amir asked in a tone of dread.

"I invited them..." Emerson started to sign, but Amir cut him off.

"To What?" Amir nearly yelled at his father but then caught himself.

"To dinner tomorrow. I thought we could barbecue. The weather is nice and I haven't seen Zaira in years. Plus your father always got along with his, they still have business together. It will give you boys a chance to make up. You were best of friends for so long," Emerson signed happily as though he didn't know any more than I did about whatever feud had caused such a rift. I was determined to find out.

"No way! Cancel it! I can't believe you did that!" Amir was furious. I'd never seen him raise his voice with his parents.

"Cancel what? Why are you yelling at dad?" Ali came out from the hallway wearing a small pair of running shorts and nothing else. His dark, muscled frame moved liked gears on a machine as he rushed over to see why Amir was being so forceful with their dad.

"Reza was your best friend. Tell me why I should cancel and offend his mother like that?" Emerson signed and Ali translated as he came to stand by his dad defensively.

"Nothing. I just don't like him anymore. We haven't been friends in years! Why do you have to get involved? You always do this!" Amir said and signed.

"Don't yell at dad!" Ali threatened. Emerson's smile vanished and he looked down at the counter. He wasn't used to his boys being angry with him.

"I'm not yelling at..." Amir stopped and collected his breath. He shook his head and took my hand. He pulled me through the living room. I turned to look back at Emerson and quickly signed "sorry" across my chest.

If Emerson didn't know what the feud was between Amir and Reza, then it must have been something he couldn't talk about with his dad. I wondered if Mr. Hamad knew what it was, but it wasn't something I could ask him especially after this morning. I found out more about Mr. Hamad than I planned to, today. It needed to come from Amir and he wasn't sharing.

"What was that? You yelled at your dad! You never yell at him. You have to tell me what's going on. This is getting crazy. You almost killed that guy. What the fuck, man?" I asked when Amir led me into his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and I watched his chest heave with breath. His eyes looked heavy, full, sad. His lips pressed together in a solid line as he looked me up and down.

"I know... I will," Amir sighed. He sat on his bed and looked defeated. I came to sit beside him and put my head on his shoulder and an arm across his back. He was so much stronger than me and his body radiated heat. I rubbed his back and put my nose into his neck.

"Tell me, love," I whispered and kissed a little line up his jaw to nibble on his earlobe.

"We used to be best friends. Reza was the coolest guy I'd ever met. We did everything together. You know my family though, the expectations on me. I'm supposed to carry the legacy, be the alpha, find a little cub like you and carry on the family name. Reza's family expects the same of him. We were always neck and neck through school competing in everything but as brothers. Ali had his own things going on and dad made sure we never had to compete for anything. With Reza it was different. We were so close. One summer we spent every day together and every night in either his bed or mine, not dirty or anything, just best of friends." Amir started. I rubbed my chin over his shoulder and looked up into his eyes.

"Then when the time came where we started looking at other guys in a sexual way we competed more. It wasn't even about the guys, it was competition. Who could get the better catch. Sometimes we'd even pick a target together and then try to fuck it up for each other," Amir laughed as though he'd just recovered a memory he'd forgotten about.

"That's mean," I pointed.

"It was, but we were at that age where our parent's positions and wealth seemed to make us invincible. I was dumb and didn't know the fire I was playing with." Amir spoke as though he was now elderly and wise.

"Anyways. We got closer and ended up having more fun with each other. We did things we knew we could only do with each other. He showed me what it felt like to take a man inside me. The way we did it, it wasn't like I thought it would be. I felt vulnerable, but it was Reza so it was safe. We only did it at his house. His parents aren't as nosey as mine. It felt incredible and we'd take turns with each other." Amir was whispering, he stood up to turn on music to cover.

"And then came Kai. He was so perfect. His father was Chinese and mother Australian. He had the best features from both. He was model perfect and both of us wanted him. It wasn't even a game. He was only here for a few months while his father did business so we both knew there was a timeline on it. We pretended like it was our normal game, pretended like he wasn't the most beautiful boy we'd ever seen. On both sides, though, the game was real. I sabotaged him and he did the same to me so every time one of us hung out with Kai." Amir got quiet again.

"Like pranks? You'd prank each other?" I asked.

"Worse. It got meaner and bigger each time. It got out of hand each time until I convinced Kai that Reza was playing a joke on him. I had texts and chat logs faked to show Kai that Reza was getting it on with old dudes for money." Amir confessed.

"No! You didn't! That's too far!" I scowled at Amir.

"It pushed him. He really liked Kai. I did too. It wasn't a game anymore. We were really competing. Then Reza fired the fatal shot. Turns out our times spent together... well he had been filming half of them. He'd filmed the half where I was the passive one, begging for his cock." Amir got quiet.

"You guys filmed it? Why?" I asked.

"WE didn't film it, Reza filmed it and I didn't know about it. He picked the worst one too. I looked so needy, sick for him. I was on my knees begging him to fuck me. I remember that night. It was his role-playing idea. We agreed to follow each other's fantasies. His was me begging for his cock and telling him I'd never be the man he was, humiliating myself for him." Amir looked at me with panicked eyes.

"What was your fantasy for him to do?" I asked with inappropriate curiosity.

"That's not important. The fact is, he had it all on video. I was begging like a little bitch for him. He waited until I was out with Kai and somehow he hacked my car's entertainment screen. Just as Kai and I were parked up at the point and about to get down to it under the moonlight, it started playing." Amir looked as though he still felt the full weight of the shock.

"So Kai saw it?" I asked.

"He did... I couldn't figure out how to stop it playing either. I had to drive Kai home while it played. I couldn't take it off. It felt like eternity getting him home. I tried to explain to him about the prank thing, but he just said he was done with both of us. He flew home to China the next day and neither of us got anything from him. I had to drive straight to Reza's after that to get him to fix it. He just laughed at me. We had a really bad fight and ended up punching each other after he fixed my car. He said he'd always have the upper hand with that video. He knew he could embarrass me and my family if he ever showed it." Amir sighed.

"Woah. That's fucked up!" I nodded.

"When I saw him today. He looked at you like we used to look at Kai. I knew he'd do whatever he could to fuck this up between us." Amir reached his hand to my thigh and squeezed it.

"I'd never want him. Never. I have you," I assured.

"I know, but he'd find a way to destroy us somehow. I saw the way he looked at you. You're definitely his type. We have similar tastes. I'm sorry I blew up like that, but you're best thing in my life and I couldn't let him hurt you," Amir said. I nodded and he leaned down to rub his nose against mine.

"I promise I won't do that to you," I said and our lips met for a kiss.

"I can't believe I told you that. I hadn't told anyone about that in fact the only people that know are Reza, Kai, Me and now you..." Amir sighed. He put his hand on the back of my neck and rubbed his nose over my cheek. This primal urge swept through me. I crawled up and over him to straddle his lap. He still looked sullen from the heavy revelation he'd just dropped.

"You broke a wall for me." I smiled and rewarded him with a kiss. His hands moved to hold my sides as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me up a little, brought me in closer so my knees were on the bed by his ass.

"I almost broke his jaw for you," Amir joked as a smile cracked through his pensive facade.

"That was kind of hot knowing you can do that... but I don't want to be the reason you fight," I said. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder.

"You're worth fighting for, babe. Gotta protect my boy," he whispered. I felt his bulge growing under my ass. I slid my legs down to wrap around his waist and kissed up his neck. I felt a chill go through him.

I pushed him back against the comforter and gave him his reward.

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We napped in Amir's room until dinnertime. Mr. Hamad had come home and he woke us to go eat. He stood over us as he loosened his tie and nudged his son. I blinked my eyes open and stretched out on Amir's chest. I looked up at Mr. Hamad but then quickly looked back down as the shame of seeing him fucking his husband this morning reawakened in my head.

Emerson was quiet when we came out. He was helping the house staff as they brought in the dinner and he didn't look up. There was a weird tension in the air that only Mr. Hamad seemed unaware of. He smiled as his family gathered for dinner. Ali came out behind us and gave his brother an icy stare. Mr. Hamad went to his husband and kissed him. As their lips touched, Mr. Hamad pulled back and looked around the room.

"What happened?" he said, instantly gauging his husband's mood. Mr. Hamad's eyes sharpened and his face turned to warrior mode.

"Amir was mean to dad," Ali said and signed.

Emerson looked up and signed, "Forget about it." I was proud of myself for understanding him.

"Why would you be disrespectful to him? You boys are his world! Make it right," Mr. Hamad growled at his son. His love was upset and he wasn't about to let it go.

"I'm sorry I got upset with you, dad..." Amir said and signed. "It's just... Reza and I aren't friends. We haven't been in a long time and the way he looks at Kasper..."

"Oh. I see," Mr. Hamad nodded in understanding. He could grasp that his son was looking out for his cub. "Nonetheless, you upset your dad."

Everyone looked at Emerson, eagerly awaiting for his reply to the desperate attempt at begging for forgiveness. He wasn't used to conflict in his family.

"I should have checked with you before inviting them. I sometimes forget that you aren't little boys anymore. I didn't know you two had a falling out. I thought you two just grew apart," Emerson signed. Mr hamad raised an eyebrow.

"You boys were good friends, and the Tahirs are important business partners. We have big projects in the works together and investments in Sudan. Perhaps a dinner together would patch things up between you boys and shore up an important relationship," Mr. Hamad said.

"Father!" Amir said. His eyes were raging, but he knew well enough to hold his tongue with his father. He wasn't ready to spill his secret and didn't have a convincing enough cover.

"So he has eyes for Kasper? You can't defend your cub? Kasper is a lovely boy and you should be proud to have him, not hiding him away from any potential interests. There will be many who try to take what is yours. It means you have something worth defending," Mr. Hamad said in a surprisingly harsh tone. I got a little insight into what Amir meant when he said his family had expectations for him to live up to.

Mr hamad was interrupted by the touch of his husband's hand on his shoulder. Emerson's eyes seemed to calm him. Emerson hated conflict, especially within his little pride of Hamads. Mr Hamad took a breath then continued, "The Tahirs will come for dinner tomorrow night as planned. We won't make changes at this late of a date. It is settled."

"Father!" Amir objected but couldn't voice it fully. I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't my place to interject in their family affairs. I stayed behind Amir's left shoulder and he gripped my hand tensely.

"It is settled. When you come to work for the family business you will have to learn to get along with others and not get your feelings hurt so easily. You must learn to not run and hide from problems. Now sit down and let's have our dinner." Mr. Hamad was firm.

We sat around the table and the staff started to serve us. Everyone was abnormally quiet until Emerson started to ask about the modeling shoot in desperate need for happy conversation.

"It was great. I got to keep the shoes too! We were at your beach house. It's so beautiful! I hope we get to go there for vacation. I loved it and the water was so clear," I glowed on in an overly happy tone in hopes of lightening the mood.

"That is wonderful," Mr. Hamad said, happy that I was helping ease the tension.

Amir didn't offer any details about the less than happy parts of the shoot. We kept conversation light at dinner and Emerson seemed to recover as the meal went on. When Amir finished eating, he laid his head on his dad's shoulder and put an arm around him. He gave his dad a look that seemed to melt him. Emerson kissed his forehead and things were back to good.

We turned in early that night. After the emotional roller coaster we both needed a good night's sleep. We got into our pajamas, well I did. Amir slept in his usual small pair of shorts. He laid down in my bed and brought me down into his chest. I laid on top of him while he slid his hands down under the covers to hold my ass.

Mr. Hamad was in their bedroom, but the door between was open. He was pacing around and talking to someone on the phone in Arabic. His deep tones along with Amir's rubbing my bottom had me quickly drifting off to sleep.

And then he showed up again, but in my dream.

We were at the beach house, alone. It was night out and the house was deafly silent. I couldn't hear the crashing of the waves against the sand outside that I'd heard earlier that day. It was dark inside, but there was a fire in the fireplace and a few candles lit around the living room.

Mr. Hamad was squatting near the fireplace, adding a piece of wood to it. The room was cold, and I walked towards him, towards the fire. As I got closer, the silhouette of his backside came into view and I noticed he was naked. I stopped, wondering if he knew I was there, seeing him in all his muscled glory. His firm, full ass was parted as he leaned close to the fire and stoked it with a metal rod.

I started to say something, but my mouth felt weird. I felt the vibrations of my speech, but couldn't hear what sounds I was making. I put my hand to my jaw and rubbed it.

He turned back to look at me with an interested smile. He stood and faced me then signed something. I wasn't entirely sure, but it looked like he was saying, "Yes my love? You will warm soon." He put his hands on my arms and rubbed them to warm me against the cold room. He didn't seem the least bit conscientious of his nude state. I looked down at his massive, soft cock as it hung over heavy, hairy balls between two rippled thighs. Even at his advanced age, he was a perfect male specimen.

I looked down at my own body and realized I was naked too. My skin looked paler though it was hard to tell in the low light of the room. My cock though. It definitely wasn't mine. It was nearly the same size, but... well a guy knows his cock and this wasn't mine. I looked back up at his face and his eyes held such interest. He'd never looked at me like that and I felt my lips curl into a goofy grin under his spotlight.

He signed something else, but my eyes wandered back down to his cock which was beginning to fill out and arc out. It didn't raise up, it was likely too heavy for that. I unconsciously licked my lips and swallowed as I took him in. I felt his fingers touch my cheek and then slide under my chin to raise my head and meet his gaze. He looked so kind, so hungry for me. I shivered and felt my cock thicken and raise up until it touched my stomach. Then I really knew it wasn't mine. My cock goes straight out when it's hard.

His lips came at me. His hands slid around my back and he pulled me into his cage of warm muscles until I felt his heartbeat against my chest. His tongue slipped in through our kiss and wrestled my own. I melted into him as his hands slid down and gripped my bare ass. He lifted me up and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the couch and sat with me in his lap.

My cheeks rested over his thick cock and it slid between them. My hole twitched in anticipation of the filling he seemed set on giving me. His hands cupped my cheeks and he bounced me a few times over it. I felt so guilty. Did he know it was me? Did he think I was Emerson? Where was everyone else?

Mr. Hamad brought me back from my questions as his lips kissed down to bite and suck on my nipples. He made them hard and pointy as his cock rubbed back and forth over my hole. My body shivered in the thought that he would try to put that inside me. I bounced slowly as he rubbed me, kissed me, adored me. I felt so warm in his touch.

He kissed my heartbeat and then stared up into my eyes as he mouthed "love you Emi."

He thought I was Emerson, his husband. It felt so wrong, but every primal instinct inside me screamed for his cock. I needed it. I needed him to seed me. It wasn't fair that only one man was allowed access to it. Emerson would have to understand.

Mr. Hamad lifted me up and laid me down on my back on the couch. He pushed my knees up against my chest and I spread them as his lips disappeared below my balls. I felt his thick tongue worm its way inside me. He swirled his tongue inside my hole and then pulled it out and looked up at me in surprise.

"So tight" he mouthed and signed. I froze. He'd figured me out. Surely Emerson, who regularly took his cock, would be open and ready for him with minimal work.

"Fuck me," I mouthed and signed (Amir had taught me that sign when we were playing around).

Mr. Hamad winked and shrugged to tell me he enjoyed a challenge. He dove back inside my hole with his tongue as his finger rubbed a spot just under my balls. It sent pulses of heat through me and my cock went completely rigid and bounced against my stomach as I gasped.

I reached down for it, but Mr. Hamad shook his head as his tongue forced my canal open. He pushed my hand away. Amir never would have done that, he liked watching me stroke while he pleasured me. But Mr. Hamad didn't want that and I quickly understood why. He worked his tongue inside me without the clumsiness of inexperience. He didn't waste time in there. Each swipe of his tongue made my body shiver and jolt in ecstasy. My cock started to leak a steady stream of precum as my eyes fought to stay open.

"Uhhh" I felt myself moan uncontrollably as he expertly opened his boy's flower. My body thumped against the couch as he added a finger inside my hole. He pried it open with urgency, but his tongue kept a heavy balance on the pleasure side of the scale.

"Huhhhh," I whimpered as he shoved another finger into me. His thick fingers rubbed and massaged every hidden spot in my hole. My stomach contracted in sharp jerks as my cock drizzled a pool of precum over my belly button. I wanted desperately to jerk myself, but I knew any touch to my sensitive cock would send me right over the edge. I was under his control and I needed to let him do his job.

He slid a third finger inside me as his tongue retreated. He kissed around my thighs, nuzzled his nose into that spot just below my balls. It had me on that edge of cumming where your eyes roll back and you feel like a major sneeze is coming. He was ramming his fingers into me now, a necessary pain that would ready me for him. He twisted them around inside my hole and I fumbled around wildly like a half stuffed puppet.

"Mhummkay," I mumbled nonsense though I couldn't hear it. He leaned up and kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue as three fingers filled my other end.

He pulled back as I writhed in ecstasy and looked down at me to mouth, "Yes?" for my consent.

I nodded and my lips tried to say something. I needed him filling my hole, giving me his seed. I needed to know I could take him, please him, sate his monstrous cock.

He reached for a bottle that mysteriously appeared on the coffee table (I swear it had been empty minutes before. Was this a dream? It had to be). He squirted lube over his massive beast and I reached down to stroke it for him. He let me. He looked down at me with pure love and happiness. He knew what I needed from him. He pointed his cock towards my hole and I laid back against the couch pillows. He leaned down to kiss me, rub my chest as he started to snake inside me.

Every inch felt like I was being stretched beyond reason, but he breathed with me, kissed me, rubbed me until I relaxed. Though he thought I was Emerson, he still took his time as if it were my first cock. He studied my eyes, my reactions as he slowly pushed inside me. He kept stopping, kissing me, whispering something against my ear. I felt the breath of his words, but couldn't hear them.

He'd look at me until I nodded and then he'd push inside me more. I'd gasp, but then he'd hit some spot that sent fireworks off inside me. My cock was thumping on its own, pulsing on the edge as if waiting for him to push that one button that would set off a nuclear missile of cum fountains from the tip.

"Hooo," I mumbled as my lips pursed. He laughed, but only in that way that said he thought I was beyond adorable. He leaned down over me and I noticed his neck and chest glistened with his sweat. I licked at it, tasted the salt of his skin, smelled the unique musk of an Arab man that filled me with desire.

He finally found as far as he would go inside me and he just held me there, kissing me and rubbing my back. He laid over me, my legs wrapped around his waist as his thick snake burrowed inside it's favorite bunker.

I thought it couldn't feel any better than this, being impaled on his cock and resting in his arms, but then he started to fuck me. He slid out gently but then drove back home with a little force. I squealed, but he was determined to own my hole. It was his. I moaned and bared my teeth on his shoulder as he started to gently ram my fortress. I gave in to him, breathed him in and tried my best to relax for his pleasure. It drove my cock over the edge and I felt myself shoot cum between us. I moaned and writhed in his arms as my body tremored with pleasure.

"Huhhhh," I whined as he pistoned in and out of me and kissed my neck. I felt his hot breath against my ear again. Why was he talking to me if he thought I was Emerson?

He started to piston-fuck me harder, pushing me up against the arm of the couch as my body clung to him. I was moshing around in his hold as my cock fired off and my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Fuck me, yes!" I yelled as my body shook and fired in his arms. I realized I could hear myself and then more sounds came to me. I could hear him too. His ragged breathing, his little Arabic words, his grunts, his heavy balls slapping against my ass while he pile-drived my depths.

I could hear him.

"Fuck, Kasper, fuck baby," he said suddenly in English and I realized he was speaking my name. It snapped me out of my orgasm afterglow, but my cock was still rock hard as he snaked my drain.

I pushed on his chest and looked up at him.

"I can hear you," I said as though accusing him of something. He let his cock sink all the way into me and then held it there as he smiled curiously at me.

"I can hear you too," he said with a faked tone of accusation to mock me.

"No, I mean..." I started to say something but then his cock slid out of me and left a trail of intense sensations. "Ahhh fuck me." I cursed and let go of any thoughts of stopping this.

"You want my seed? You want me to fill you with it?" He growled and his teeth rubbed along my jaw.

"Yes sir, please. I need it," I whined. I was still hard and I knew if he fired off inside me, I'd pump out a second load.

"Yeah, baby. So sweet and innocent little Kasper. Fuck yes," Mr. Hamad growled as he sped up inside me. He filled me and sent my eyes rolling back in waves of pleasure. He kissed me again and I felt a thousand little buzzers going off in every corner of my body.

"Fuck, so close. Fuck," he hissed and pushed in deeper.

"Here it... ahhh" He said and his body shoved into me with force. He pushed his cock to the bottom of my hole and I felt it shake and pulse as hot spunk filled my depths.

"Ahhh!" I screamed and dug my nails into his skin as my cock fired off again. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against his chest firmly as we both crashed and shot in unison. Our lips met in a mutual chorus of gasps and growls as we both found the edge of ecstasy.

"Fuck," we hissed together as our cocks fired off. Mine coated our chests while his filled me like a twinkie. We smashed together in deep thrusts of intense pleasure as our balls emptied their contents.

"Kasper, babe?" I heard Amir calling from the distance. I was too lost in Mr. Hamad's aura to really focus though.

"Kasper, sweet one?" I heard Amir again, and it sounded like it was coming from Mr. Hamad as he held me and we came down together.

"Babe," I heard and felt Amir shaking me.

"Yeah? What?" I blinked and I was back in my bedroom, my head against Amir's heartbeat.

"You're having some wild dream. You were humping between my legs and making weird little sex noises." Amir pushed me up and I felt a hot load of fresh cream in my briefs. He noticed too. He reached into my pajama pants and between my thighs to squeeze my bulge. My briefs were sopping with cum.

"Babe wow. What were you dreaming about?" he asked with a sly laugh.

"You..." I lied. I couldn't tell him I'd had a sex dream about both his fathers. He had enough jealousy and weirdness for one day.

"Even in your dreams I satisfy you," Amir smiled to himself.

"You always do," I said and meant it.

I snuggled back down in his arms with my head against his chest. I felt so guilty for dreaming about his father, but it was sort of out of my control. I'd make it up to him... somehow.

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