Jason and Omar

[Autolycus]

Chapter Nine

Omar looked back to see whether they were in fact being followed. ‘That vehicle does seem to be following us and it is gaining fast!’ he exclaimed.

‘How far do you reckon they are behind us?’ Brutus asked.

‘What do you think, Jason?’ Omar said not being too sure himself. Jason checked out the rear window and said, ‘By my estimation they are less than a mile now and as Omar said, they seemed to be gaining on us quite rapidly.’

‘Hold on to your seats guys, this is going to get a little rough,’ Brutus said as he suddenly jerk the steering wheel over and left the road to take the truck onto a dirt road. ‘From memory, this track will lead us to a wadi – a dried up river bed and we can virtually disappear.’ He then turned off the lights and it took a few seconds for the trio’s eyes to adjust to the darkness that surrounded them but they soon began to see the way ahead in the light from the moon that was now well above the horizon. The ground was bumpy and the truck bounced on its grinding suspension that threatened to give up at any moment.

‘This is the wadi I was seeking,’ Brutus said triumphantly. Omar felt his teeth snap together with the impact the truck made as it left the tract and hit the bottom of the old river bed. ‘Just pray we don’t get a storm while we are down here or a flash flood could wash us away,’ Brutus said.

‘How do you hope to get us out of this?’ Omar asked being unused to the kind of situations that both Jason and Brutus had experienced while serving in the field with the army. ‘I’ll find a way; meanwhile we are flying by the seat of our pants to coin a phrase. Any sign of our followers?’

‘They must have seen us turn off the road as I can see lights behind us but the rough terrain has slowed them down quite considerably,’ Jason said as he knelt precariously on his seat to look behind.

‘They must have lost sight of us now that we are travelling without our own lights but we could be leaving fresh tracks in the sand,’ as Brutus said this they felt a change in the surface of their route. What had been loose sand had given way to stones. ‘Christ!’ Brutus shouted as he swerved rapidly to the right. ‘We almost hit a boulder!’ He then saw that there was a gap where another wadi fed into the main river bed they were following. He made a sharp turn and drove into it and the gears of the truck whined as he shifted the gear stick and began to climb. The trucks wheels spun a little as they struggled to find a grip in the sand and they then shot forward and upwards onto a ridge that was surrounded by sand dunes. Brutus cut the engine and said, ‘We’ll hide out here, I don’t think they will find us; at least I hope they won’t find us but if they do you may need these.’ He reached into the space under his seat a pulled out a small sack containing three Glock pistols.

‘Hey,’ said Jason. ‘I’m familiar with these; where the hell did you get them?’ he added.

‘That’s for me know;’ Brutus laughed. ‘You can get almost anything you want here if you have the cash to pay for it. I got these as settlement of a gambling debt and had been thinking of selling them.’

‘Just as well you didn’t sell them, we may need them if those guys find us here,’ Omar said. ‘Listen! I think I can hear a vehicle coming this way,’ he added.

The car that was bumping down the uneven, stone strewn wadi bed was being driven by Abdul one of the Turkish bath house guys, his partner sat beside him while Danesh was sat in the back urging Abdul to put his foot down and catch the runaways. ‘I paid good money for those two and I stand to make a small fortune selling their asses to punters who want fresh meat. That smart arsed English punk would fetch twice, maybe three times as much compared with his Arab chum. If you don’t catch them, you’ll be next for the entertainment dungeon and you know just how unpleasant that can be!’

Abdul grunted ‘I’m going as fast as I can. This is no place to be driving at high speed. If we don’t get a puncture or worse it will be a miracle.’ He added. Mossman sat quietly beside Abdul fearing that the car was going to overturn at any minute as they plunged forward in the wavering beam of the car’s headlights.

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Meanwhile back at the palace Hassan was feeling elated. He was going to be made ruler of his late father’s oil rich kingdom the next day and he was going to have a brilliant future where he could do whatever he wanted with no worry about the expense. He was determined to make up for the time when his father kept him on a tight budget, forbidding him to live the high life of a playboy prince. Tonight he would enjoy himself. He had noticed a new recruit to the palace guard; a handsome eighteen year old, fresh out of basic military training. He had told the captain of the guard to tell the boy to report to his quarters and he was due at any minute. ‘Come,’ Hassan shouted when he heard the knock on his door. The young guard stepped into the room and stood at attention awaiting his master’s command. ‘Come a little closer,’ Hassan said lasciviously. He had a penchant for young flesh whether it is male or female. He had a preference for young me such as this guardsman as they were more assertive than the virgin girls he procured. It crossed his mind that he would be able to marry the girl his father had singled out for his brother. He would have fun breaking her in to his will. For tonight, this man would do nicely.

‘What is your name?’ Hassan demanded.

‘Kemal, sir,’ the young soldier replied.

‘You are a fit looking fellow,’ Hassan remarked. ‘Let me have a better look at you. Take off your clothes.’

‘But sir…’ Kemal protested.

‘Do as I say or it will be the worse for you!’ Hassan said. The soldier proceeded to do as he had been ordered and Hassan watched gleefully as first the slim, muscled torso was revealed and then strong legs and finely formed feet. ‘Now take off your underwear,’ Hassan said, his voice hoarse in anticipation. ‘Turn round,’ he said as the guard stripped off his briefs with his back to Hassan.

‘You are hung like my stallion in the royal stables.’ Hassan said when he saw the full frontal view of the humiliated soldier. ‘Stroke your cock, I want to see it hard!’ Kemal hesitated but realized he had no option and so he followed Hassan’s instruction. He had been told by some of his fellow guardsmen what he could expect when summoned to Hassan’s quarters, for they too had endured the cruel prince’s sexual advances. While Kemal was nervous he was not entirely averse to what was expected of him for he had a preference for male sex, although it was not something he would openly admit as homosexuality was punishable by imprisonment in the country despite the fact that there were those in authority who were what westerners called ‘gay’.

Hassan ran an appreciative hand over the young man’s body and grasped the now hardening cock. He was going to enjoy playing with that magnificent example of manhood.

 

[Kyanimal]

Enjoy it while you can, Hassan!

I'm thinking you might be winding up on the "Receiving END" of Danesh's "Entertainment Dungeon", sooner than you can possibly expect!

THANK YOU! for this Awesome story, Auto!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Autolycus]

Chapter Ten

Abdul was sufficiently distracted by Danesh’s demands to go faster that he failed to see the rock that had been so narrowly missed by Brutus as he drove the truck along the old river bed. There was a deafening screech as the rock tore its way through the underside of the car’s engine and sudden smell of gas as the pipe supplying fuel was severed. Abdul and Mossman were hurled forward by the sudden impact and as neither was wearing seat belts their headlong flight into the toughened glass windshield cracked their skulls and both men were rendered unconscious. Danesh was badly knocked about but managed to drag himself out of the door which had burst open as the lock gave way. He lay groaning on the ground with a considerable pain in his chest and difficulty breathing as he had a number of broken ribs.

Brutus, Omar and Jason had seen the crash from the safety of the ridge where they were hiding and after a few minutes saw that apart from the figure of a large man lying on the ground, there was no other movement. They consulted over what if anything they should do and agreed that as they had the Glock pistols with which to defend themselves they could make a cautious approach to the wrecked vehicle. They were just a few feet from the prostrate Danesh when they saw sparks from the damaged electric wiring in the midst of the wreck.

‘Quick pull him clear with all these gas fumes that car is going to go up in flames any second!’ Jason exclaimed. Brutus and Omar grabbed an arm each while Jason attempted to see who else might be in the car. He saw the two bathhouse attendants as they slumped in the front seats bleeding from the gashes in their heads. Neither was moving and as he tried to pry open the driver’s door there was a sudden flash and the car was engulfed in flames. Jason sprang clear with an arm protecting his eyes from the fire. Through the conflagration he could see the two Turks were dead and that any hope he may have had of saving them was futile.

Danesh was groaning in pain, Brutus knelt beside him checking him out realized the man had broken ribs and was in urgent need of professional medical attention. ‘Go and get the truck, I’ll stay here with him,’ Brutus said to Jason. ‘Omar keep your gun trained on him in case he tries anything funny,’ he added.

It did not take too long to get the truck, load Danesh on the back under guard my Omar and get back to the main road for a quick dash to the border. The sun was just rising over the horizon as they arrived in Omar’s homeland. ’Just an hour and we shall be in the city,’ Omar said little knowing what was awaiting them there.

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Hassan lay sleeping as the sun came up. He had exhausted himself plowing the ass of the young guard who some two hours before had grabbed up his discarded clothes and fled from the room as Hassan had sunk into his bed. The prince’s sex drive was all but insatiable and the guard was bruised and sore after his ordeal. He not only fled from the room but after hastily dressing himself in the corridor outside had run away from the palace vowing never to return for fear of a similar ordeal.


Hassan tossed and turned in his sleep as he dreamed of his future wife and how he would bend her to his will once the wedding feast was over. His cruelty even filled his dreams and it was little wonder that many people feared how things would be now that he was to become their king. This country far from being a democracy was ruled by an absolute monarch who had around him a select band of advisers. Omar’s father had been a benign monarch who cared for his country and his people. Omar had been expected to follow in the same way but Hassan’s character betrayed the fact that he would not be a popular king and there was even talk of revolution.


Fatima had few doubts about her son. She knew of his sexual exploits and also feared what kind of king he might prove to be but she was so filled with jealous hate for her sister that she was willing to risk her son being a tyrant. It was she who walked into his bed chamber and shouted at him to wake up and bathe in readiness for his coronation. ‘Why the rush?’ he asked. ‘Now that I am king, I call the shots and if people have to wait for me until I am ready, so be it! He added.


‘You cannot be late for your coronation, you have to show your authority to the people else they will not respect you,’ his mother pleaded.


‘Any one daring to disrespect me will feel the full force of my anger,’ Hassan said. ‘Why do we have jails and retain an executioner if it is not to deal with those who cross their rightful monarch. I am not going to be one of those namby-pamby kings like they have in Europe where they are merely titular heads of state with all the power in the hands of elected politicians.’


‘Then start as you mean to carry on, be on time and woe betide anyone who keeps you waiting!’ his mother replied. Hassan begrudgingly saw the wisdom of her words and got up from his bed and its sheets smelling strongly of sex and wandered into his bathroom. Fatima, angry with her son’s indolence returned to her own quarters for breakfast before dressing in her finest robes for the ceremonial proceedings to come. At last she will be able to look down on her sister before having her driven from court.

Just over three hours later a cavalcade of limousines left the palace and made its way to the vast stadium where the coronation ceremony was to be held in front of a crowd of thousands. Hassan followed by his mother and his aunt walked down the long aisle to the hastily constructed platform where the Imam stood waiting to receive him along with the Court Recorder and certain other officials. Hassan had not wanted his aunt to be present but as a widow of his father she was required to be present in accordance with long established protocol.


It was as Hassan stood before the Iman that there was a disturbance at the main entrance to the arena. Hassan looked down from the platform furious that any one should dare to interrupt the proceedings. He signalled to one of the officers of the guards who stood one one side of the platform to go and arrest the person responsible.


‘Stop this fiasco immediately!’ the intruder cried out. All heads were turned in his direction and a loud murmur went up in the crowd as people began to see that the scruffily dressed young man bore a strong resemblance to the man dressed in a resplendent uniform on the platform. It took one person to say ‘Praise be to Allah; it is Prince Omar raised form the dead!’ for the cry to be taken up by the crowded stands.


Omar reached the platform and stood by Hassan who declared him to be an imposter. The Imam looked at the arrival with a smile of recognition. ‘There is but one way to prove that this man is indeed who he claims to be,’ he said. The Imam stepped forward and taking hold of Omar’s shirt front, ripped it open to reveal the tattoo above his right nipple. Fatima gasped as Hassan lunged toward his brother with a dagger in his hand. A guard who was close by saw the move and dived to tackle Hassan before he could strike. The two men hit the floor with a crash as other guards ran forward to take hold of the usurper prince.


Now it was Omar’s mother who stepped forward. ‘They told me you were dead,’ she cried as she hugged he son tightly in her arms. Omar freed himself from her embrace and said to the Imam, ‘Give me a short while to change into some decent clothes and we can go ahead with the ceremony with the right man if you are willing?’


‘Willing? Only too willing your majesty,’ the Imam replied happy that the prince he had tutored from a boy to a man was returned to his throne. When Omar returned to the platform he was accompanied by two men who were looking slightly uncomfortable in borrowed clothes and embarrassed to find themselves standing in front of such a huge happy crowd and the Imam began to protest that they should not be on the platform. Omar turned to the Imam to say, ‘But for my friends here I should not be with you today, they are the most important witnesses to my coronation for without them it could not have taken place.


After the coronation and the celebrations that followed, Omar called together the council of advisers that had been appointed by his father. He explained to them all that had happened following his kidnap along with his friend, although certain aspects of their relationship were not expanded upon. It was agreed that Hassan and his mother would stand trial and that Danesh would be a prosecution witness having named the kidnappers who had sold him the prince and his companion.


‘We shall meet together here again tomorrow,’ Omar said. ‘As there are changes I wish to make in the way this country is governed. It is time that we adopted modern ways of running an oil rich state for the benefit of all its people and not just the privileged few,’ he added. ‘Meanwhile, I need to find ways to thank my friends for rescuing me from God knows what kind of hell.’

 

[rocabar]

Great ending to an excellent story, Auto!

 

[62624rd]

Autolycus you are such a good story teller!

 

[Autolycus]

Great ending to an excellent story, Auto!

Autolycus you are such a good story teller!

Thanks for the feed back - there is still a little more to come before this story reaches its conclusion - watch this space!

 

[Kyanimal]

Thanks for the feed back - there is still a little more to come before this story reaches its conclusion - watch this space!

 

[Autolycus]

Chapter Eleven

It had been a long and exciting day and Omar was feeling sleepy but his only desire was to be with Jason. They had been through quite an ordeal together and it had served to make them feel even closer to one another. At this time they were in bed laid side by side in Omar’s private rooms in the palace.

‘We can’t go on like this now that you are the king,’ Jason said, his voice heavy with regret. ‘All eyes will be upon you and I shall hate to be the one who caused you difficulties with your people, the press and all those muckrakers who are hell bent on bringing down those who are in authority or are celebrities.’

‘Maybe you are right to have such concerns but for tonight let us forget everything that has gone before and what may spoil our future and enjoy our love,’ Omar said as he ran his hand over Jason’s taught nipple. Jason had one arm stretched up, his hand behind his head exposing his hairy armpit. Omar sniffed the musky man-scent and nestled his nose deep in the hollow.

‘I love your smell,’ he said. ‘This scent from your perspiration turns me on like nothing else on earth, I could breathe it in forever!’ Omar added.

‘I have only recently had a shower, you would not find it quite so pleasant if I was unwashed and had been running or working out for a while.’ Jason laughed.

‘Oh I don’t know, I had a very close encounter with you when we were being roughly transported towards threatened slavery, you weren’t so fresh then. Neither was I for that matter but I would have enjoyed the smell of you even more had the circumstances of our capture not been quite so harrowing,’ Omar replied before leaning over to lick up some of the light covering of perspiration from Jason’s chest. Not content with that he moved down, following the treasure trail to Jason’s semi-hard cock. He rolled back the foreskin and ran his tongue around the mushroom head that was released from its folds.

‘Damn, you do that so well!’ Jason exclaimed as he felt his cock swell and grow firm as Omar slicked his pursed lips up and down the side of the now rock hard shaft. Omar had quite a way with his blow-job technique and Jason placed a hand o his head as he swallowed the length of the shaft so that his nose was buried in the bush surrounding its base. He held that position for some seconds before backing up only to drop down full length deep into his throat again and then again building a steady rhythm until Jason couldn’t take any more without bursting his balls with a long hot spurt of cum. Omar swallowed the entire load before looking up and kissing Jason on the lips, sharing the taste of the sweet, salty fluid that remained on his tongue.

‘Keep that up and I shall never want to leave,’ Jason said. Omar sat up, a look of dismay flashing on his face.

‘’You’re not leaving?’ he said.

‘I’m afraid I must. It will be Christmas in a few days time and I have promised to be at the family home for the holidays. My parents expect my brother and me to be there. He will have his wife and two kids with him and Dad are not as strong as he was, this could well be the last time we shall all be together.’

‘But you will come back?’ Omar insisted.

‘Think about it, you have new responsibilities. There is so much you want to do to improve things here for all your people. You do not want to be seen to be hanging out with another guy, you have a dynasty to found or at least continue, I will be an encumbrance,’ Jason said with a very serious tone to his voice. Omar was quiet for some time before he replied.

‘You are right of course. But this need not be the end for us. When I was in the USA a couple of years ago I saw that movie Brokeback Mountain. Why can’t we be like those guys in that film, we could meet up in some neutral place where we can be alone and enjoy this relationship we have together,’ Omar said.

‘Are you serious?’ Jason said.

‘Of course I am serious. I shall be little more than a prisoner in the role I am expected to play. It will be good to have a special time each year when I can be free to do what I want with a guy whom I have the greatest affection for. Please say you agree,’ Omar implored.

‘How can I not agree. I shall miss you now that we have gone through some amazing times together.’
And so that was how things were eventually settled between them Jason flew home for Christmas and Omar began to take on his duties as ruler of his country. His first task was to deal with his half brother and his jealous mother. Both deserved prison but it was not in his nature to be harsh on the pair so they were sent into exile with an income that would enable them to live a comfortable but not luxurious life. Hassan knew that if he was to return to his homeland or cause any trouble for his brother then he would serve out his day s in custody.

Jason and Omar met up each summer in a small resort in the south of France, where Jason had a luxury yacht paid for and maintained by Omar as a gift. While Jason remained single, Omar married the woman chosen by his late father and had three fine sons and a daughter by her.

The end.

 

[Kyanimal]

Perhaps not ALL that they would Truly like, butt at least a Sweet compromise given the overall circumstances.

THANK YOU!, Auto, for such a wonderful ending ... not only to your story ... butt also the year!

No Matter What ...

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz