Michael smiled as he felt arms closing around him, for a moment distracted from his malevolent feelings toward the dictatorial Sultan. "I'm amazed your duties are done for this evening." Peering over his shoulder to smile at his lover, he was surprised to find Ben had already removed his robes. "I assume all must be well within the Sultan's home."

"Indeed it is..." Ben returned with a relaxed smile. "His highness is well occupied for the evening, and Gus is sleeping after exercising his horse." Releasing his grip on Michael, he walked around their chambers, stretching his very tired muscles. "I think he worked me every bit as hard as the horse."

Laughing, Michael easily could visualize that. "Did you know Lindsay was leaving in a few days?"

"The Sultan told me a short time ago. He has us on high alert. Gus is to be watched at all times."

Arching a brow, Michael asked, "Surely he doesn't think Lindsay would attempt to kidnap him? She'd never make it to the airport. And if she did, she would be stopped."

"Of course; however, the Sultan never leaves anything to chance. Nor does any man that possesses such power..." Ben found the chances slim that Lindsay would attempt such an act, but he understood the Sultan's precaution.

Michael grunted. "Yeah, well... I find it to be overkill. But I guess, that's what he does."

"How about we go to bed and not discuss the one person we will never agree about..." Ben spoke with a degree of condemnation in his voice.

"I'll be there in a bit. I think I'm going to read for a while..." Michael didn't add it to be a book he had read - cover to cover - each time he read it, the purpose was more in memorizing each important line - word for word. He wasn't quite ready to utilize his skills yet, but he would soon seek a test subject. It would need to be someone weak-minded. If it worked as he had been instructed it could, his revenge on the Almighty Sultan could come even more swiftly. And once it did, he could manipulate his lover into thinking it was all Brian's fault. That would be the best revenge of all.

Ben kissed Michael briefly on the lips, smiling at him warmly, relaxed for once by Michael's calmer demeanor. He hoped that meant they were moving in the right direction... and that his malevolence for the Sultan was dissipating. As much as he hoped that, he didn't really believe it to be true. The bad blood ran too deeply between them. He only hoped time would lessen that. "Okay. Take your time. I'm exhausted tonight."

Michael nodded, his eyes following Ben as he moved into the bedroom, only obtaining his book from its hiding place once he felt safe to do so. He ran his fingers almost lovingly across the binding, the title seeming to be fashioned exclusively for him. It would be once he was done. He'd already attended a seminar. Now, he just needed to absorb every bit of knowledge he could obtain on the subject. The time to use his knowledge was much closer now. However, he had to be sure of his timing, and his skills. A mistake would be costly and reveal his plans. That was a mistake he couldn't afford.

The Art of Hypnotherapy. Opening the book, with a title that explained the contents in full glory, Michael sat down and relaxed, knowing that everything would come to him soon. Revenge... and so much more.

Brian's eyes were unmerciful as he took in Justin's flushed, and intensely aroused expression. The boy wanted him... perhaps both him and Brandon, although he would only have the option of being touched by one of them. He was filled with a rage that he accepted to be jealousy as he thought of Justin offering himself to Brandon. In Justin's eyes, it would have been poetic justice for another man... and one in his harem, to be the first to claim him.

The news of Justin's virginity was only a slight shock to him. It was incredibly astounding with the life he had been exposed to while working and living in Las Vegas. However, reflecting back on every interaction he'd shared with the young blond, Justin's inexperience was blatantly obvious. He would be the man to supply that lacking... the only man to provide every experience to him. Soon, Justin would beg for him. He didn't plan on relenting until he had achieved that much-desired goal. He doubted that Justin would break tonight, although a few cracks had already been discerned in Justin's composure. There would be more.

"Roll over, and up onto your knees..." Brian ordered his not only amenable, but overly-eager slave. His eyes remained on Justin's flushed, yet outraged expression as the boy's eyes were drawn to the process, and the inviting appearance of Brandon's ass. Reaching into the crystal bowl next to his bed, Brian grabbed a condom, sheathing himself quickly... a task his slaves usually performed, yet tonight, he felt great haste. Perhaps the greatest ever.

His rebellious new slave was glaring at him in hostility, but the lust was burning in his eyes. For the first time, he knew he was truly reaching him. Justin's torment had only begun. Soon, he would seek this pleasure for himself, regardless of how he felt about him. In time feelings would develop. His slaves always became enamored of him - Justin would be no different. "Lay down," he ordered, his brow arching impatiently as Justin continued to resist. "I'm not going to touch you, Justin, at least, not until you ask."

Barely able to breathe, let alone speak, Justin stammered, "W-why do I need to lay down, then?"

"I want you to be looking into Brandon's eyes when he comes. His pleasure could have been your pleasure - if you hadn't been so stubborn. I want you to see his pleasure..." Brian's nostrils flared as he stared down the beautiful blond, uncertain how long he could restrain from simply taking him... yet, knowing he had to keep his promise. "Lay down!" Brian demanded. "Don't make me touch you to do it!"

Justin immediately moved to comply; however, he didn't do it because the Sultan had commanded him. He didn't give a damn about that. Right now, he didn't want him to touch him. There wasn't a doubt it would weaken his resolve.  Justin glanced briefly at Brandon lying down on the bed, then back into the turbulent hazel eyes that were quickly darkening. No matter how he felt about his situation or the manner of this primitive man, Justin couldn't ignore one simple fact. The Sultan was the definition of sin in every possible way. He was the hottest man he had ever seen. Remaining focused and resistant to this virile beast would be his most daunting challenge.

"Good boy..." Brian purred, quickly moving into position... knowing if he did not, he would break his promise and touch him - and so much more. He clasped his hands around Brandon's hips, his voice a velvety growl when he asked, "Are you ready for me?"

Brandon moaned. "Always, Master."

"Such a good slave..." Brian praised, his eyes on Justin's transfixed expression, his cock gradually beginning the slow push into his receptive slave. Pulling Brandon's hips back to him, Brian increased his motion, in a short amount of time, rocking his hips into Brandon's accommodating and always pleasing ass. He closed his eyes for a moment as the pleasure of that unique squeezing pressure fully gripped him, his pace increasing to ram into his eager lover. "Grab the rails. It's going to be a rough ride..."

Justin bit his lip to forestall his moan. He tried to keep his attention on Brandon's rapt expression, for some reason finding that easier to handle than the lust and sexual bliss transforming the Sultan. He was just too fucking beautiful. The sweat was trickling down his face, neck, and onto his chest; Justin knew if he looked further it would be sliding down his bronzed, muscled legs. In the throes of passion, the Sultan was pure seduction. With this image in his mind, he knew resistance would be even more difficult. He was tempted to beg for him to speed this along, but he knew that would be a mistake. His tormentor would only slow the process. He wasn't certain how much of this particular brand of torture he could handle.

"Move with me, slave. I want you to release... showing Justin how good it feels. I want him to feel your pleasure." When Brandon began to tentatively move, Brian growled, "Faster... You know what I want - what I need..."

"Yes, Master..." Brandon grunted, his eyes glazed over in lust as he obeyed his master's command - one that he was more than willing to provide. Grasping tightly onto the rails, he pushed his hips backward, somehow keeping up with his passionate master. Right now, he didn't even care that mentally his master was fucking Justin; all that mattered was that he was gaining the pleasure. Despite feeling bad for Justin, he couldn't deny hoping this happened - again and again.

Justin was speechless and barely breathing as he watched each man finding their release. He had never seen anything like this. The two of them were so hot together; his dick was leaking through his slight covering. He found himself hoping the intuitive and lust-driven Sultan didn't realize it. His hopes were short-lived when he watched the Sultan pulling out of Brandon, discarding his filled condom, his eyes hot on Justin as he completed the process. Justin forced himself not to respond in any way when Brian's hand slid up his leg, their eyes silently attacking the other, the Sultan's hand only continuing to rise.

Brandon's eyes widened as he watched what was happening. For some reason, it was even hotter than what he'd just experienced. The flames that passed between the two men were scorching. He hadn't ever seen anything quite like it. His breathing hitched, Brandon silently watched them, for some reason unable to look away for even the briefest of moments.

His body jerked when the Sultan's hand slid over his hard and leaking cock, thankful the thin material still covered him, although he knew it wasn't much of a barrier. "C-can't this be enough for tonight? I-I'm really tired..."

Brian's lips twisted into a carnal smile. Tired? Perhaps so, but that wasn't what ailed his hot little blond. The boy was tormented and filled with an unsatisfied desire. Tonight, had been successful. He would approach in another manner tomorrow night; however, tonight he needed relief... and he wanted Justin to know the pleasure his stubbornness had denied him. He couldn't imagine Justin denying himself for very long.

His thumb pressed down and rubbed over the tip of Justin's leaking cock, a smile of anticipation and victory curving his lips. "You may return to the harem now." His eyes briefly met Brandon's rapt expression, his tone brusque when he told him, "I expect you to watch over Justin closely. He is not to be touched by anyone. That includes you..."

Moving to the side of the bed, Brandon quickly covered himself, nodding and bowing in response. "Of course, Master. I will make sure of it."

Brian didn't doubt him, nor did he question his loyalty - no matter how tempting his blond might be. Looking at Justin, desire still smoldering in his eyes, he told him, "Tomorrow night you will come to me - alone. We will dine together, and become better acquainted." Brian forced his hand away from his tempting cock, before his guttural rasp followed, "Leave now before I break my promise!"

Justin didn't need any further warnings, his legs moving quickly to reach the doorway, pausing only to see if Brandon followed. He had survived tonight's torture. Justin wasn't certain how he would fare tomorrow.

"Goodnight," Brian said in dismissal. "Get plenty of rest. You're going to need it..."

TBC