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Warning: The following story contains scenes of graphic sexual interaction.
Please do not read if you may be offended by: homosexual interaction and
relationships, or graphic sex.

 "all characters contained in this story are fictional. any resemblances to persons living or dead are purely coincidental"

 The Blue Key He felt like shit; stupid fucking bitch had ripped his heart out and ate it then ripped his balls off, emasculating him for dessert. As QT looked out the window, he rubbed his chin and noticed, that finally, after one week of not shaving, he was getting stubble. His whole life was one piece of shit, the bad luck starting from his birth, when his parents gave him the utterly geeky name of Quentin Talbot.

 "QT. . . cutie. . . Quentin. . . hah, none of those suit you. Your parents should have named you Quitter. Or better yet, Queer," Melissa had sneered, "can't even fuck me, even if I'm naked and spread eagled before you, but can't take your eyes off my twin brother when he's walking around the pool in his speedos. You're pathetic. Virgin. Don't know what to do with your dick. I've found myself a new man now, QT."

  Damn. Fuck her. What a fucking great birthday present. Happy nineteenth, QT. Quentin. Quitter. Qu. . . shit, he wasn't gay. He wasn't. He just wanted to find the right girl is all. QT drifted off to sleep. . .

. . . He was sitting on his bed back at the dorm in NWU, Melissa walking in front of him, naked, her breasts a perfect perky pair of 36's, just waiting for his touch. As she paced the room they gave a slight bounce, tempting, yet not to him. He felt nothing. Melissa looked down at him with disgust on her face.

    . . . Melissa walked into the room with a small cruel smile. She was wearing her usual combination of thin rayon blouse and no bra. She threw the plane ticket on the bed. "Fuck you, QT. I've had thirteen months of hell with you, you won't even fuck me, beyond the usual makeout sessions."The cruel smile suddenly got a lot bigger and a lot meaner: "I think you're frigid, or gay, I don't know, but either way, I've found myself a new man.  And I told him your problem, and he gave you this." She pointed to the tickets on the bed.

  "He's rich, rich and he's willing to indulge me. He said that he paid a million dollars for this ticket. He thinks I'm worth more than a million dollars." He watched as she flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder; the cunt was worth more than a million dollars all right. Maybe he could hire someone to kill her for more than a million dollars. "This ticket will take you to the palace. Where maybe you'll finally get laid," she sneered, "though somehow I doubt even surrounded by nubile young women you'll be able to get it up. You, little premed geek, would make the perfect gynecologist. Looking at cunts all day without ever having the urge to touch one in a sexual manner." She laughed and then walked out, leaving the scent of expensive perfume and gouges in the carpet from her spiked heels. Just these reminders, the plane ticket, and nothing more.

 . . . QT awoke on the plane, shivering. He hated thinking of Melissa, the inner turmoil she caused, how her words made him question things about himself that he had never ever thought to question. He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

He remembered sitting there for hours after she left, just staring at those plane tickets. Staring, thinking, why, why am I so hesitant? Why didn't I fuck her? I had this beautiful naked woman in my arms, why didn't I fuck her?

So he decided to go to the palace. He didn't know what to expect, he didn't know if this was some sort of trap, some sort of fatal game that Melissa was playing and he'd end up somewhere in Cairo with a bullet in his back, but he was feeling just suicidal enough to find out. Imagine his surprise when he got to the airport, hastily packed duffel bag slung over his shoulder, looking and feeling like shit, to find a private plane waiting to take him to the mysterious "palace".

And that is the story that leads him to this present moment in time, seated in a luxurious plane, flight attendant waiting on his every whim, practically force feeding him glasses of champagne. If the palace was anything like this. . . he just might have a great vacation after all. And forget the women--all he needed was a whole lot of sleep. And some pampering. He just wanted to be waited on hand and foot.

 He drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the long flight, finally awakening as he felt the plane touch down on the private landing strip. QT looked out the window and gasped.

   It was magnificent. . . a marble behemoth, rising against the horizon, defying the barren landscape, a lone figure standing permanent, lost amidst the sands of time. The opulence made him feel suddenly grubby, and he wished that he wore something a little dressier than grubby jeans and an old NWU sweatshirt. Hell, he wished he'd combed his hair and shaved. Oh well, he has his ticket, they aren't going to turn him away for looking like a bum.

 He sauntered in through the gates, trying to look nonchalant but actually, QT was excited and scared shitless at the same time. The place was massive and absolutely not of this earth. He hadn't even imagined anything like this. He pictured some sort of cheezy caribbean resort, this place. . .  defied reason.

  A gaggle of dusky skinned servant boys tried to take the duffel bag from him but he shook his head, his grip on the handle tightening. This place was too weird. . . too *different*. . . and way way too good to be true. He couldn't trust it yet.

Inside was a majestic estate of marble and crystal and flora and fauna. . . he blinked his eyes a few times, staring agog. The sloe-eyed servants sat him down, hands patting him, soothing his skin. He shivered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. This was making him very, very uncomfortable. . .not because he hated it but because he felt that he liked it too much. . .

 He pushed them away, looking around restlessly. They offered him some sort of golden liquid but he waved it away. He was impatient to get to his room, the past couple of days have been total shit and all he wants is to take a long hot bath and go to sleep for twelve hours. He rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, there was a laquered box open before him containing keys with different coloured silk tassels. In a rush, he picked any one. . . the blue was fine. The servants bowed and signalled for him to follow them down the long magnificent corridor to a door of black iron.
Weird, QT thought, an iron door. . . looks like the entrance to a jail cell. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. . . what he finds caused his jaw to drop.

 The room looked like something from a fetish magazine. It was very opulent and luxurious and large but. . . man. . . looked like a pleasure theme park or something. There was a massive black iron bed in the center, canopied, with black satin sheets and lots and lots of pillows both above and underneath the covers; black mosquito netting dripping down the sides. The floor was black marble, a black carpet run from the bed to the door he presumed led to the bathroom; the three walls facing the bed were all mirrored, as was the ceiling; however, the absolute strangest part of the whole room was the black net that stretched from the wall across from the bed to the center of the floor. QT's eyes widened as he saw that. . . his mind reeled at the possible uses of the thing. He shooed the servants out of the room and closed the door, sighing and leaning heavily against it. This was nuts; but it should have been expected, what else would that bitch Melissa send him to? Oh well, he'd be fine just as long as a six foot tall amazonian blonde in leather and chains carrying a whip doesn't come out of any hidden doors. Right now, he didn't care what his room looked like just as long as it had a bed and a shower. He dropped his bag beside the bed and pulled off his grubby sweatshirt, walking to the bathroom at the same time. He paused to look at himself in the mirror: white skin, taut stomach, blond hair falling into his baby blue eyes. He grimaced. What's the use in looking good, QT, if you can't even manage to keep anyone interested. . .or use the equipment for that matter.

  He unbuttoned his fly as he walked into the bathroom; it's all black and gold and totally masculine, with a separate round tub and a large shower. The tub looked enticing. . . but QT decided against it and went for the shower instead. He just wanted to go to sleep. He dropped his pants, discovering that in his haste he forgot to put on underwear; he shrugged and laughed: hopefully he brought at least a few pairs of boxers with him, he doesn't mind walking around without underwear but he would prefer to wear some if possible.

QT stepped into the shower and closed his eyes; the water felt good against his skin. . . it cleansed his body, it cleansed his mind of those horrible dreams of Melissa on the plane. He lathered his hair and rubbed his eyes, tightly shut to keep the suds from hurting them. . . he ran his hands across his chest languidly and reached for the soap. . . which wasn't there.

 "Shit! Where's the fucking soap!!!!" He quickly rinsed his hair and opened the shower door, to rummage through the drawers for a bar of soap. . .

 "What the fuck!!!!" There was a GUY sitting in his bathroom. A guy wearing tight leather pants, an even tighter vest, and nothing else, unless you counted the collar and the wrist cuffs. He had a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, his legs spread. He handed QT a bar of soap. "Here you go, man. Or master. Whatever. I'm kasha. Your slave."

"My WHAT?!!!!!!"

"Your slave. You know, sex slave? That's what you paid for." The red haired boy snickered. QT stood there, half in the shower, half out of it, dripping all over the marble. He looked the boy up and down. He had to admit the guy was really good-looking. . . nice sinewy muscles, not too big, but definitely the impression of power. . . he was a lot more muscular than QT that's for sure, since QT had more of a runner's build. Wait a minute, what the fuck did the guy just say?! SEX SLAVE?!!! What the hell was he going to do with a sex slave?! A male one, for that matter! Damn that bitch Melissa, damn her to Hades. . .

 "Uh. . . thanks for the offer. . . um. . . kasha. But I'm straight. And I don't really have any particular use for a male sex slave. "

The red haired boy was looking him up and down, staring specifically at his penis. QT suddenly remembered he was naked and wet and _very_ vulnerable and he took the towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist. The boy snickered. "That's fine with me, Master. But I'm afraid I'm not allowed to leave the room without you by my side, so, you're pretty much stuck with me. I'll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine."

  QT nodded and dropped the towel to the floor, quickly stepping into the shower and shutting the glazed glass door behind him. He saw through the misty glass that the boy was still sitting there, watching him. . . he  shuddered, though not entirely from disgust. He lathered up the soap and rubbed it all over his body. . . it felt great. Soon he forgot all about kasha and just luxuriated in the steam relaxing the tense and taut muscles of his body.

Kasha was intrigued by this new master. . . he seemed so different from the ones in the past. For one thing, he was a lot younger, and a lot better looking. He always did have a thing for blondes. He flicked his cigarette butt into the toilet but made no move to leave the bathroom, continuing his observation of his new master. He had lovely long sleek runner's legs and sweet pink nipples. . . they looked like little strawberries. This one definitely wasn't bad. . . and it seems that this one isn't even interested in S&M. . . that kind of disappointed kasha a bit but he could live with it. He finally got off the side of the counter and moved to sit on the edge of the tub, where his master couldn't see him but he could observe through the reflection in the mirror. This guy seemed slightly edgy. . . kasha could smell a virgin a mile away and this one was sending off major scents. Kasha figured that the guy didn't even know he was gay, though kasha saw his master's cock rise slightly under his appraising gaze. He laughed then moved out the door to lie in the bed awaiting in the next room.

   QT sighed in utter relief as he stepped out of the shower, running the towel over himself to dry off quickly. That felt _so_ good. . . now to get to bed. . .

 He didn't bother putting any clothes on, he just walked to the side of the big black bed and dropped the towel, crawling under the covers, loving the feel of the satin against his bare skin. He slid into the bed and snuggled into the covers, eyes closed his lips parting in a groan of content. He reached over for a pillow but instead of feeling cool satin, he felt something hot and hard against his palm. His eyes snapped open and he turned to see that kasha was in bed with him. His hand was on kasha's arm, his bicep flexing in QT's grip. Kasha turned around to face him. "What do you want Master? Say, what's your name anyways?"

"Uh. . . QT. What are you doing in my bed?"

"Cutie? That's an endearment, not a name.">

"It's my initials. My full name is Quentin Talbot. What are you doing in my bed?"

"Quentin. That's a damn geeky name. No wonder you go by your initials."

"Blame my parents. What are you doing in my bed?"

"This is where I sleep. I have to stay here at all times remember?"


"Oh. Well I don't really need a sex slave. Don't you have a room or some sort of stable or something I can send you to?"

"No. This is where I live. This room is my home."

"Oh. Well would you mind sleeping on the floor? Here, you can have some
pillows and this top cover. I don't really feel comfortable sleeping with a
                              guy in my bed."

Kasha gave QT a forlorn look and took the pillows and the cover, rolling off the bed and onto the marble floor. It was hard and cold and he wished that he didn't have to sleep on it. Oh well, he's slept in a lot worse places than this feeling a whole lot shittier than he did now. It wasn't the fact that he had to sleep on the floor that hurt, it was that QT had made him sleep there. Usually it was he that defied his master, his master had never rejected him before. And even worse was that he felt attracted to QT. Kasha curled up into a miserable little ball on the floor and sighed, hugging himself for comfort.

QT spread himself out on the bed with a contented sigh, and closed his , tired and totally ready to go to sleep. But he heard a muffled sob coming from the side of the bed. He felt kinda guilty. . . well, this kasha   guy. . . this was his room and everything. And QT was kicking him out of  own bed. He guessed it wouldn't hurt to share the bed with the guy, he thought, the guy wasn't coming on to him or anything. Besides, the bed was so big that he could roll over and still not come in contact with kasha. Plus he could pile up some pillows between them. He pushed his body over to look over the side of the bed, where kasha was curled up in shrimp. He whispered: "Hey! Man!" The guy didn't respond.

"Hey! Kasha," QT said a little louder, "um. . . you can sleep in the bed if you want to." Kasha didn't answer, just gave a moan and a little hiccup. QT got a little worried, so he got out of the bed and knelt down beside kasha. "Hey man, you okay?"

    Kasha's eyes were tightly shut. His mouth was turned down and tears
  streaked his face. He gasped and talked in his sleep: "no. . . NO master no. . . please. . . ahh. . . it hurts. . . no more. . . AAAHHH!"

   QT freaked out when he heard kasha scream. He put his hand on kasha's shoulder and shook him awake. "kasha! Wake up! You're dreaming man!"

Kasha awoke alert, cringing away from QT. He was still wearing his pants
though the vest was gone. He relaxed when he saw who it was that woke him
up but his eyes were still wary. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"You can sleep in the bed if you want to. Are you sure you're okay?"

Kasha put his arms around his own waist and looked at QT. "Yah. I'm fine. I
have bad dreams sometimes." He didn't bother to tell QT it was almost every
  night unless there was someone to hold him and make him feel secure. He
 picked up the pillow and the cover and crawled back into the bed, sneaking
 glances at QT as QT climbed into the bed as well. QT had forgotten that he
   was naked and his alabaster skin glowed faintly in the darkness of the
 room, like a beacon for kasha's desire. He had smooth, pert buttocks and a
 graceful back. Kasha ached with desire as he looked at QT, but he was too
scared to make a move. They got into the bed and inched to their respective
  sides, staying as far away from each other as possible, turned away from
  each other, each very aware of the other's presence. They stare off into
    the darkness for long moments until finally both drift off to sleep.

 QT awakened with a start. He turned to kasha's side of the bed to see him
  thrashing, eyelashes spiky with tears. Kasha turned away from QT and he
noticed that there is a large scar running down kasha's back that he didn't
see before. He grabbed kasha's writhing body by the shoulders and shook him
 awake. "Wake up kasha! You're dreaming again!" The redhead's eyes pop open
  to reveal their startling blue, looking into QT's own. He shuddered and
   sobbed once more, then his arms went around QT, his face in QT's neck,
  crying, holding QT tight. QT froze for a moment then put his arms around
kasha as well. "It's okay man. . . it was just a dream." QT was no stranger
  to bad dreams and he was sure that kasha's were worse than any he'd ever
 had. He stroked kasha's back gently and laid him back down on the bed, so
that they were facing each other, arms around one another, in the darkness,
   content in their position, kasha's occasional hiccup the only sound to
 break the silence. They fell asleep that way, and this time their slumber
            remained undisturbed, and their dreams were content.

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   Kasha woke first the next morning, and he was extremely aware of QT's
    luscious body pressed to him. In his sleep QT gave a little moan and
 pressed closer to kasha, rubbing against him. Kasha could feel QT's dream
boner touching his thigh. He had a fierce erection himself. He put his hand
  between their tightly pressed bodies and undid the zipper of his pants,
   then put his hand on QT's hip to draw him closer. He groaned as their
  erections rubbed together, feeling the heat of QT's arousal even through
 the leather. His hand went to cup one buttock, stroking QT's soft skin. He
 felt a little guilty taking advantage of QT's exhaustion to touch him this
                      way but he couldn't resist. . .

QT gasped in his sleep and pressed his head into the crook of kasha's neck,
 his lips parted and brushing against kasha's skin. His hand came up to his
    own erection to caress himself. Kasha watched his actions with great
  interest and a little pain since his own arousal was struggling to grow
  within the confines of his tight leather pants. He pulled away for a few
 moments to pull them off and crawled back to his position tightly pressed
to QT, QT's hand between them caressing his own shaft. Kasha rubbed himself
   against the back of QT's rapidly moving hand, moaning at the exquisite
    feeling. His hands came to QT's chest to pinch those beautiful pink
  nipples. . . he had never seen nipples that colour before, usually they
                 were brown. He wanted to taste them. . .

 Unfortunately QT awoke before he got a chance to do so. His innocent baby
  blues opened, clouded by sleep and the exquisite pleasure he was feeling
  but didn't know where the hell it was coming from. When he finally shook
    away the sleep he realized that he had started masturbating while in
 slumber and quickly drew his hand away. It took him a few more moments and
 kasha's groan of displeasure at the removal of QT's hand before he figured
 out where he was. He looked down to see that both he and kasha were naked
       and kasha was rubbing against him, his hands on QT's nipples.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!! DO I LOOK LIKE SOME SEX DOLL?!!!"

He jumped out of bed quickly; he got a glimpse of himself in the mirrors--a
 hundred different QT's breathing with anger and lust, usually peaches and
    cream complexion stained red with exertion and passion, his erection
  standing firm in front of him. He stared murderously at kasha who lay on
             the bed, on his side, his head braced on his arm.

Kasha just looked at QT, admiring his body which looked ever better when he
              was panting and angry like that. "What's wrong?"

  "What the fuck do you mean what's fucking wrong?!! You were touching my
   penis!! I said that I did not want a sex slave and *I AM NOT GAY*!!!"

   "A few corrections: I wasn't touching your penis, I was touching your
   nipples which are so beautiful that I couldn't resist. I wasn't really
acting like a sex slave when I was touching you, I was acting like a person
who desired another person. Lastly, actually, I think you are gay. You just
                            don't know it yet."

    QT stared at kasha, dumbfounded. Kasha looked like a big jungle cat
 stretched lazily across the bed, his red hair tousled and falling into his
     eyes, which beckoned for QT to return to bed; those eyes promised
                         incredible pleasure. . .

 He shook away those thoughts and glared at kasha once more. "I think that
 you are seriously deluded. I'm not gay. So please do not touch me. This is
 supposed to be my vacation, and I get stuck with some horny sex slave that
 I didn't even want. Great. This is what I get for being so nice that I let
 you sleep in the bed, and I comfort you when you're crying. Well next time
  you can rot on that cold marble floor for all I care I'm not letting you
                           manhandle me again."

   Kasha just laughed. "You're even sexier when you're angry you know. I
  suggest if you don't want me to keep hitting on you that you put on some
      clothes, because right now your cock is beckoning for my touch."

   QT turned bright red and stomped over to get his bag, which was on the
   floor. He bent over to pick it up and out of the corner of his eye he
   caught kasha staring interestedly at the mirrors behind him. He turned
 around to look and he saw his ass in perfect position, looking larger than
 life and reflected in the mirror. He quickly stood up, fixed Kasha with a
   furious look, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

   He walked up to the basin and ran the cold water, splashing his face,
  trying to cool his cheeks. He was absolutely pissed off but at the same
time he was turned on and he wondered if there was a grain of truth in what
 kasha told him. . . he had never really thought about it but he never did
have that strong an interest in girls. . . and then there was that incident
 with the captain of the football team in his sophomore year. . . QT looked
  at himself in the mirror, wondering. . . he took in his large blue eyes,
     his creamy skin, his cupid's bow mouth with its full lush lips; he
                                 wondered.

  He shook his thoughts away and reached into his duffel bag for a pair of
  khakis and a button down shirt, his trademark preppie look. He dug down
    deeper and came out with a pair of black silk boxers, a present from
Melissa back in the good old days before she started calling him frigid and
  queer. He crumpled the silk in his hands. . . of all the times to bring
sexy underwear it would have to be now. He sighed. Well, it was better than
  no underwear at all. . . he pulled on his clothes quickly and combed his
   hair. He took a deep breath before opening the door to the bedroom. He
  hoped that kasha had put his pants back on at least. He opened the door
                 quickly before he could change his mind.

 Thankfully, kasha was clothed, his pants on and buttoned, and the vest had
 made its reappearance as well. The collar and the cuffs were still there;
  QT frowned as he looked at them, knowing the skin underneath must be red
   and raw. Kasha looked at QT and laughed. "Man, do you ever look like a
          preppie mama's boy. Why you all dressed up for anyways?"

   "I'm going out to take a look around the palace. I don't want to hang
                        around here the whole time."

 "Really?! Take me with you!" Kasha ran to the bedside table and opened the
   drawer, revealing a length of silver chain inside. It was slender but
  looked quite sturdy, and there was a clasp at the end. Kasha handed the
                  chain to QT who looked at it curiously.

  "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? And I thought you couldn't
                              leave the room."

 "I can only leave the room if my master takes me. And only if he keeps me
  on a leash. That's my leash." Kasha turned around to present the back of
    his neck to QT. There was a nice little hole in his collar that went
 perfectly with the clasp on the back of the chain. QT hesitated, and said,
          "No, I don't think I'll take you. I wanna go by myself."

     Kasha turned around, dejected, shoulders slumped. He stared at QT
 imploringly, eyes big and pleading. He got down on his hands and knees and
 hugged QT's legs, rubbing his head against QT's khakis. "Please oh please
Master. . . I haven't been out in a month. . . please let me go with you. . . "

 QT looked down at kasha and tried valiantly to push him away, embarassed.
       "Stop that for fuck's sake! Fine! I'll take you with me okay?"

Kasha gave him a beaming smile and stood up once more, turning around again
 to allow QT to hook the chain to his collar. QT made sure that he had the
         key to his room and off they went to explore the complex.

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   They walked together down the long corridor, kasha eagerly pulling QT
 forward, leading him down the maze of hallways, running, QT trying to keep
  up. "Slow down! This isn't a race! Where the hell are we going anyways?"

 "To the amusement park! That's where all the other slaves and guests will
                                    be!"

   They turned the corner and there it was, beneath them, dual staircases
 leading down to a magnificent garden that held anything one could imagine
 from a maze to a swimming pool to some sort of arena where two slaves were
  madly wrestling each other. QT looked around curiously and noticed that
 there were hardly any women here, slaves or otherwise. In fact there were
no female slaves whatsoever. Strange. No wonder Melissa sent him here. What
                                a total cow.

 From their position at the top, the very apex of the two staircases, they
had a view of the entire garden. Kasha could barely contain his excitement,
 pointing out all the different activities and the slaves that he knew, and
             QT could barely contain his laugh behind a cough.

  "See over there in the swimming pool? That's xaffythe. He's really nice.
   And that's his master there." Kasha pointed to a very beautiful raven
 haired woman wearing a tiny sundress. They boy in the pool did tricks for
 her, and she laughed, clapping her hands. It wasn't the woman that caught
 QT's attention though, it was the boy in the pool. . . lovely golden skin
 and golden hair and golden eyes. . . not to mention he was totally naked.
  His mouth dropped open. He leaned over the railing to get a closer look,
 squinting his eyes; the boy. . . xaffythe. . . glistening in the sun, wet
   and luscious. . . what the fuck was he thinking?! He shook his head to
 clear his brain and pulled kasha down the staircase. "You wanna go talk to
                           your friend, kasha?"

  Kasha shook his head. "No, he won't talk to me when his master's around.
                          He's really obedient."

  "Not like you huh?" QT asked. Kasha gave QT a mischievous grin and said
   nothing. As they wandered down the staircase, QT still looked over the
 railing, curious as to the other visitors in the palace. He pushed a blond
 lock from his eyes and gazed avidly at the revellers of the garden. Kasha
 kept pulling him down the stairs. . . "come on QT! You're taking too long!
                        Let's go through the maze!"

 QT stared dubiously at the maze in the center of the garden; "You sure you
 wanna go in there? I have like no sense of direction you know. We probably
                     won't come out until after dark."

"Oh don't be such a prig! I have a great sense of direction! And you should
  see what's in the middle. . . " With those words kasha went bounding off
           through the entrance of the maze, taking QT with him.

    They ran through the maze together, kasha's enthusiasm and joy being
 contagious, and they laughed everytime they came face to face with a wall
 and no way out. Time passed quickly and for the first time in a long time,
QT felt like he was actually having fun. Finally they reached the center of
  the maze, and what waited there was certainly a surprise to QT. His eyes
                widened as he took in the sight before him:

       There was a large. . . bed of sorts, that would be his closest
 approximation, but in reality, it looked to be a gigantic water lily, the
  inside of the lily filled with pillows. QT approached it and touched on
  large waxy petal. It felt totally real and yet. . . was it possible for
such a thing to exist in real life? The lily was exquisite, and he ached to
 climb inside. He looked at kasha, who smiled at him and made to jump over
the edge when a little moan coming from the center of the lily stopped him.
            They both peered inside and gasped at what they saw.

  There was a very naked and very aroused sex slave lying in the center of
  the water lily, writhing among the pillows, looking like a water sprite
   born from a seed like that old fairy tale thumbelina. His master knelt
   beside him, caressing the slave's very erect member. The slave's long
 lashes fanned his cheeks, his red lips parted; he had a lovely long braid
   of blonde hair, and he arched his back gracefully, his hands above his
      head, his body twisting to meet his master's hand. QT blushed at
  interrupting their tender interlude, but he could not tear his gaze away
from the gorgeous slave. He felt his body getting flushed and hot, his cock
                         rising in his pants. . .

    Kasha observed QT's great interest in the slave named Shulin. He was
 jealous; very jealous. He had never felt this jealous over a master in his
 life. He didn't want QT to look anywhere else, even though he knew that QT
  would never touch Shulin since QT still believed he was straight. But he
 didn't want QT to even admire anyone else. QT was _his_ master. He coughed
  loudly to signal their presence to Shulin and his master. Shulin's eyes
fluttered open, revealing their lovely caribbean coloured depths. He saw QT
  and kasha and he gasped, a delicious blush spreading over his cheeks. He
pushed his master's hand away, embarassed. His master turned around, fixing
  the two intruders with a piercing green gaze. His emerald eyes lit with
  interest when he saw QT. He stood up inside the water lily and walked to
where QT stood, standing very close to QT, the waxy petal of the water lily
                   being the only barrier between them.

"So sorry, uh, we didn't know anyone was here," QT said, a little flustered
                   and embarassed to be caught watching.

 "That's all right," the master said, his eyes taking in QT's beauty. "Are
 you a slave here? No, no collar. You must be a guest. My name is Dion." He
         took QT's hand and brought it to his lips, lingering. . .

 QT was too stunned to do much but look down at Dion's tawny head. Finally
he returned to his senses and pulled his hand away. "Uh. . . my name's QT."

"QT? An interesting name." The master named Dion smiled seductively. Behind
 him Shulin had risen to sit gracefully with his legs folded under him, his
   hands sheilding his sex from view. Kasha watched and duly noted Dion's
   great interest in QT, his anger and jealousy rising more and more each
                                  moment.

QT took in Dion's clothes, expensive looking, definitely tailored. This guy
 was definitely loaded. Dion took QT's hand in his own and stroked it. "You
 must visit me one day QT. I am staying in the red room. We can. . . chat."
 His eyes conveyed the things he longed to do to QT, but being rather dense
           about such matters, QT simply nodded and pulled away.

  By now Kasha was boiling mad. He yelled at QT. "Master! Can we return to
 the room now? I need a smoke." He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. Dion
 looked at kasha distastefully. He leaned over to whisper in QT's ear. " I
  think that your slave needs to be trained QT. He is rather insolent. You
      and he should come to my room one day and I will teach you. . .
  everything." QT pulled away and turned to kasha, taking kasha's slender
  chain leash in his hand once more and walked out to the maze as if in a
                                   dream.

 Kasha followed behind QT, mad and jealous and upset; he wanted to show QT
 how much he liked him, but he didn't know how. And then there was the fact
    that despite all signs to the contrary, QT still thought that he was heterosexual. Kasha pressed his lips together and made a promise to himself that tonight he would make QT acknowledge his interest in men, and especially in kasha, no matter what may come of it.

They walked back to the room in silence, kasha sulking and QT confused about everything he has seen and felt and done in the past few hours. He unlocked the door and noted that everything was put back in its proper place and that there was a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream on a small tray, accompanied by a bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne. The strawberries and the booze looked tempting. . . but QT
   wanted to try out that massive tub first. He looked at kasha, who had
sprawled across the bed, watching QT. "I'm gonna take a bath, okay? You can
go ahead and eat if you want to. Just save some for me. And don't bug me; I
want to relax." QT walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He wanted to
 lock it but noticed there wasn't a lock. He sighed. Great. He stripped off
  his sweaty clothes and threw them in the corner. He knew he didn't bring
 enough clothing with him; well, for the million bucks Melissa said it cost
to get in here he was sure that he'd be able to find some somewhere in this
 place. He stripped off the silk boxers and ran the tub. along the side was
a collection of bath salts, bath oils, milk bath, bubble bath. . . anything
    he could have wanted. He chose some bubble bath and poured it in. He
  stepped inside the soothing warm wetness and sank deep into the tub, his
head resting on the cold porcelain, feeling his muscles relax. . . he began
                        to drift off to sleep. . .

   . . .kasha was naked and hard and his eyes were promising all sorts of
  delicious things. . . kasha walked to the edge of the tub, sat there and
 his hand played with the bubbles on the surface of the water. QT arched up
   to rub his erection against kasha's hand but kasha took his hand away,
 giving QT a naughty smile. He ran one finger tip up QT's belly and to the
 middle of his chest, pausing for a moment then encircling one pink nipple.
 He toyed with the tip, rubbing it back and forth. QT moaned and writhed in
   the water, his hands coming out to grip the edge of the tub. His hips
thrust upwards, coming out of the water, offering his penis to kasha like a
         prize. Kasha smiled and leaned down to kiss the tip. . .

 QT awoke suddenly. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and looked down,
  knowing that underneath the bubbles there is a huge erection. He leaned
back and sighed. This "vacation" has turned his life upside down. He made a
 move to get out of the tub when he noticed that all his clothes, even his
                            bag, was gone. . .

 "KASHA!!! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY STUFF!!!!" He got out of the tub,
  sloshing all the water to the floor, and noticed there weren't even any
   towels. He walked out of the bathroom, sopping wet, still covered with
bubbles, and fixed lounging Kasha with a murderous glare. "Where's my stuff
asshole? You wanna see me naked, fine you have, now give me back my stuff."

Kasha licked his lips as he stared at the sopping wet QT, who still had the
   remainders of his boner. "I don't know where your stuff is. Maybe the
            servants took it," he says with a mischievous grin.

 "Don't give me that shit asshole I know that you have my stuff and I want it right now. And where the hell are all the towels?!!"

"You know, for a sweet angelic looking mama's boy you sure do swear a lot."

 "It's none of your fucking business how much I swear. Where's my stuff?"

 "You know all those dirty words coming from that pretty mouth is kind of a turn on."

"Shut the fu. . . just tell me where my stuff is."

 Kasha rolled over on the bed and sighed. He reached into the bedside table
 and pulled out a hand towel. "I gave all the towels to the servants to be laundered. This is all that's left." QT stared at the hand towel incredulously and gave kasha another furious look. "Okay so now where's my stuff?"

  Kasha looked at QT for long moments before answering. "I gave it to the servants too to be ironed. Here I kept this. . . " He reached into the front of his pants and pulled out the black silk boxers, wrinkled and warm from being in close contact to kasha's skin. He threw them at QT who caught them and stared at them. "What the hell. . . you expect me to run around with nothing on but these?! And what the fuck were they doing you're your pants?!"

               "Naughty boy. . . you're swearing again. . . "

 QT clamped his mouth shut and walked back into the bathroom to do the best he could to dry himself off. He managed a half decent job and pulled the boxers on. He felt awfully. . . exposed. His stomach growled, so QT went back outside, skirting the bed and watching kasha warily, grabbing the bowl of strawberries from the tray and making a move towards the cushions that sat under the net on the floor. But kasha was too quick, and grabbed QT around the waist to pull him down onto the bed.

    "Hey don't touch me!" QT scrambled to get away from kasha, spilling strawberries all over the bed, but kasha maintained a firm grip around QT's waist so that QT was sprawled across kasha's lap, overpowered by the stronger boy and helpless to do anything but squirm. Kasha groaned. "Oh god QT. . . if you keep doing that I'm not going to be responsible for my actions. . . "

  QT stopped immediately. He remained tense as he felt kasha lean down and whisper in his ear: "I'm not going to ravish you QT. . . I'm _your_ slave remember? I don't want to push you out of your bed. Please stay. . . let me pour you a glass of champagne. You look like you need a drink." QT hesitantly agreed, sitting up on the bed beside kasha, gathering the strawberries and putting them back in the bowl. Kasha leaned over and grabbed a glass from the tray, filling it almost to the top with bubbly golden liquor. He passed the glass to QT and then poured one for himself. His eyes widened as QT downed the whole glass in one gulp. "Geez QT, this isn't apple juice you know. . . "

 "I know do I look like I'm fucking stupid? My life is shit right now and I think I need to get really really smashed."

 Kasha smiled at QT and downed his own glass. "Okay, then I think I'll join you."

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  A full bottle of champagne and bowl of strawberries later, both the boys were feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through their veins, their senses strangely sharpened instead of dulled by the mysterious palace brewed champagne. Kasha watched with avid eyes as QT picked a large ripe strawberry from the bowl and put it between his lips, the juices trickling down from the corner of his mouth; kasha licked his own lips, his hand
 absentmindedly rubbing his stomach, rhythmically as he watched QT chew. He
  gulped down a large swallow of champagne. QT looked at kasha and smiled.
  "You know man, at first I thought you were a little creepy but actually, you're kinda cool." QT giggled. Kasha just smiled and took another
  strawberry from the bowl, running the tip along QT's chest and along his
  jaw until he reached QT's mouth. QT parted his lips and allowed kasha to
                   feed him, licking kasha's fingertips.

           "Hey, you know QT we forgot about the whipped cream."

   "Oh yah. . . the whipped cream. But there's only 3 strawberries left."

                                  "Five."

     "Five!! Hell man I'm drunk but I'm not that drunk. I count three."

    "Let me show you. . ." kasha took a dollop of whipped cream onto his
 fingers and smeared them onto QT's chest, then leaned down to lick it off
 of those sweet pink nipples that he'd been longing to taste. QT moaned and
   shivered, his head snapping back as he fell back on the bed, his hands
         entwining in kasha's hair. It felt good. . . so good. . .

  Kasha couldn't believe it; he was actually sucking on those lovely pink
nipples that he'd been so obsessed with ever since he saw them; they tasted
   better than the strawberries, tasted better than anything he had ever
 tried, and they felt so good in his mouth. . . he rolled them around with
 his tongue, teasing the little buds, nipping them with his teeth, sucking
 them hard. QT moaned and his fingers tightened in kasha's hair. . . "No. .
    . I can't. . . I'm not. . . " he made a half-hearted attempt to push
           kasha's head away. "Kasha don't. . . I told you. . . "

  Kasha shut his eyes tightly blocking out QT's protests, rubbing his face
 against QT's chest and moving lower on the bed, his arms around QT's hips,
  his nose dipping into QT's navel. "Oh god QT. . . I need you. . . please
 don't push me away. . . I've never felt this way about anyone ever before.
 Even though you try to be mean to me you just end up being really nice and
 treating me well instead. . . " he paused in his words to swirl his tongue
in QT's belly button. "I want to make you feel good. I want to show you how
 good sex can be, I want you to be my master in truth. . . please let me. .
 . I really really like you. . . I don't think I could live with myself if
           you don't accept me. . . please please like me back."

  QT's mind was reeling, he could feel kasha's soft hair in his hands, his
   magical tongue licking a path down, further down QT's belly, his teeth
 gripping the elastic waist of QT's boxers. "Oh QT. . . please let me show
                      you how much I like you. . . "

              "Ah. . . all right. . . " QT moaned his assent.

    Kasha smiled against QT's skin, incredible joy filling him. His hand
 slipped into the opening in the front of QT's boxers, caressing his cock,
   rubbing it. QT writhed on the bed, his hips thrusting against kasha's
 questing hand. Kasha pulled his hand out and lifted QT's hips to pull the
 boxers from his body, his mouth kissing every new bit of exposed skin. QT
 turned his head to the side and moaned into the black satin of the pillow,
  made helpless by the liquor and the new feelings brewing inside him. As
soon as the boxers were off, Kasha took off his own clothes and sat astride
      QT's legs, looking down at the beautiful naked boy beneath him.

"QT you're so hot. . . I'm so lucky to have a master like you. You taste so
                                good. . . "

Kasha leans down to kiss QT on those rosy red lips, licking that bottom lip
  that has intruiged him so. His tongue quested in QT's mouth to find QT's
   own, and they met, an electric wet touch that had both boys gasping.

 Kasha broke the kiss first, moving back down QT's body until his mouth was
 a few tantalizing inches away from QT's straining hard cock. QT could feel
 Kasha's warm breath and he arched his back, thrusting his hips upward. "Oh
            god. . . suck it kasha, put it in your mouth. . . "

  Kasha stuck his tongue out to touch the tip of QT's penis, just the tip,
   lightly, tasting the fluid that had gathered there. He moved slightly
 forward and took the head of QT's velvety shaft into his mouth, his tongue
 swirling around its circumference, causing exquisite sensations to ripple
 up QT's spine and into his brain. "Ahhh! kasha. . . " Kasha sucked lightly
at first, then harder, his mouth moving further down to engulf more of QT's
length. He moved back and forth, his lips running along QT's arousal, until
 he didn't need to do any more, QT was doing all the work, his hips rising
 and falling in a rhythm, panting, feeling something build inside him. . .

   Kasha quickly took his mouth from QT's cock before QT could come, and
pulled QT upwards, despite his groan of displeasure. He pulled QT to sit on
 his lap, his back against kasha's front, kasha's hands running up and down
 the inside of QT's parted thighs. He reached for the bowl of whipped cream
and took a dollop into his hand once more. QT's eyes were closed, his hands
  touching his own shaft, wanting to finish. . . wanting the explosion he
 knew was going to happen at any moment. Kasha's free hand pulled QT's own
away from QT's arousal. He whispered to him: "I want to be inside you QT, I
    want to feel you from the inside. . . will you let me?" He took QT's
   scrotum into his palm, squeezing and rubbing it. QT agreed, not really
knowing what kasha was talking about but not wanting kasha to take his hand
   away, not wanting the pleasure to end, the pleasure intensified by the
        effects of the mysterious champagne and his drunken state.

  He pushed QT onto the bed, QT's thighs still spread, his ass in the air.
  Kasha parted those lovely skinned buttocks and sighed at the lovely pink
 orifice that awaited his touch. He licked it once, teasing it open, before
      he smoothed the whipped cream inside with two questing fingers.

  "Aaaaahh!! Kasha that feels funny," QT moaned into the pillow, "it kinda
                     hurts but it feels good too. . . "

  "It's gonna feel even better, QT. . . " He pulled QT back onto his lap,
 positioning his cock against that lovely tight anus; he gritted his teeth,
  trying not to hurt QT too much as he forced his way inside. He puts his
 hands on QT's hips, forcing him backwards as he thrusts his hips forwards,
and slowly his cock makes its way into that tight, hot, wet virgin channel.
 It felt so good. . . and tighter than kasha had ever ever felt before. He
  had only ever done this three times in his whole life, and those were to
  previous masters with a lot of sexual experience behind them; QT felt so
different, so. . . new and untouched, and kasha felt very special to be the
              first to enter the virgin sanctity of QT's ass.

 "Ow. . . that really really hurts kasha. . . I don't think that's meant to
    go there. . . " QT's eyes were screwed shut, he was leaning forward,
   gripping the sheets in front of him. Kasha's hands soothed QT's back,
stroking in a comforting way. "It's okay QT it'll get better I promise you.
   . . you feel so good. . . so hot and tight and I've never felt anyone
 squeeze me the way you do." His hands wormed their way around QT's body to
grip QT's penis and stroke gently, as he savoured the pulsing of QT's slick
channel on his cock. He felt QT's tense body start to relax, and his member
slid even further into QT's anus; he groaned in ecstasy. QT began to thrust
backwards, writhing sideways as kasha pumped his cock, and he began to like
 the feel of having kasha inside him. He felt himself build and build. . .
 waiting for that moment in time when everything would go cataclysmic. . .

  Suddenly he felt all the muscles in his body strung tight, clenched, and
release into total fragmentation. . . he poured his seed all over the satin
 sheets, all over kasha's hand, crying out, leaning down his face buried in
                      the covers. "Oh god kasha. . . "

Kasha came right after QT. He felt QT's anus convulse around him and he was
   lost. He went, spewing his come into QT, marking him for this rite of
                                 passage.

    They fall onto the bed together, arms around each other, rubbing and
 patting and caressing hot feverish skin. Kasha tucks the his head into the
crook of QT's neck. "I know that you're drunk right now QT," he whispers, "
  I hope that tomorrow you won't be mad about what we did. Because I meant
  every word that I said. I want you to be my master forever, I don't ever
                            want to lose you."

          But QT was already fast asleep, and soon, so was kasha.

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   The next morning, QT woke up with a horrible hangover and some sort of
  gloom hanging over his head that he fucked up somehow. And damn, why the
 hell was his ass hurting so goddamn much?!! He looked down and noticed that
  his stomach was covered with dried semen, and his chest was sticky with
  whipped cream. He frantically tried to remember the events of the night
before. . . and when he finally did, he wished to god that he had forgotten
                                it forever.

Kasha stirred in his arms, his eyes drifting open, giving QT a sleepy smile
and leaning forward to kiss him. QT disentangled himself from their embrace
   and stood from the bed, walking to the bathroom and stepping into the
  shower. Kasha followed him, peturbed, and tried to step into the shower
   with him, his hand on QT's hip. QT brushed his hand away and looked at
  kasha: "uh. . . I'm using the shower right now, you can use it after me,
                                   okay?"

Kasha gave QT a hurt look and nodded. He pulled his pack of smokes from the
 bathroom drawer and went out to the bedroom to wait anxiously for a chance
 to talk to QT. He could tell that QT was totally regretting what happened
    last night and he didn't want that; kasha was more than glad that it
happened, he would cherish the memory forever. It was pretty special to him
 to be the one to take QT's virginity, even if QT had to be drunk for it to
              happen. But he really didn't want QT to be mad.

  Finally QT came back out of the bathroom, wet still since there were no
 towels. He opened the door and found towels and breakfast waiting outside,
 but his clothes were still nowhere to be found. He grabbed the towels but
   left the breakfast there, since thinking of food just made him want to
 puke. And his ass still hurt. He wrapped a towel around his waist and made
  a move towards the cushions on the floor, totally ignoring kasha on the
                                   bed.

 Kasha felt totally like shit; it was obvious that QT was trying to forget
  he existed; that was the last thing he wanted--QT could cry and kick and
   scream at him and beat the shit out of him or do whatever he wanted to
  kasha, just as long as he remembered that kasha was there. And he never
 left kasha, ever. Kasha felt a huge lump form in his throat, as he watched
 QT wincing slightly, moving to lie on his stomach on the cushions, opening
  a book that he got from the nightstand. He couldn't stand it; this cold
  shoulder treatment was driving him insane. He pulled the chains from the
   drawer, the chains that he dreaded so much, and he walked over to QT.

 "Master," he whispered, "master I know that you're mad at me. I don't want
 you to be mad at me. Maybe you should just punish me and get it over with.
            I can't stand it when you don't talk to me master."

  QT glanced up from his book. "What the hell are you talking about kasha?
   I'm not mad at you okay? It was my fault for trusting you and getting
    stupidly drunk. And since when did you start calling me master? Stop
 fucking with me and shut up okay? I don't feel like talking." He went back
                                to reading.

 Tears threatened to spill from kasha's eyes. He fell to his knees: "please
 QT, I need you, don't shut me out. Scream at me and kick my ass or beat me
if you want to. . . I think that I would die if you didn't pay attention to
me. You're the only person who's been nice to me my whole life." He dropped
                        the chains in front of QT.

QT tried to ignore kasha for a few more minutes, but kasha began crying and
he couldn't any longer. "What the fuck do you expect me to do, huh? You get
me drunk then you fuck me up the ass, despite the numerous times I told you
that I didn't want you to touch me. You've fucked up my whole identity, now
I have to rethink everything I've ever held sacred about myself. You ruined
   me in one night. Thanks a fucking lot. There. I yelled at you. Are you
                                happy now?"

  Kasha was really sobbing now, sucking up air in great heaving gulps. "I
 didn't mean to. . . I just want you to be happy QT, I don't want you to be
 angry at me or sad. . . I wanted you to feel good. . . I don't want you to
 be mad at me any more, please. . . " He stood up and slid the mirrors back
 revealing an iron wall with chain attachments. He stood against the wall,
                  his face pressed against the cold iron.

 QT stood up and just looked at him, chains in hand. "What the hell are you
                doing, kasha? I don't want to hit you. . . "

  "Yes you do. You're really mad at me. I can tell. You can't keep it all
bottled up inside or else your anger will just grow and grow until you hate
 me forever. I would rather you hit me now and forgive me for what I did."

  QT hesitated for a few more seconds then attached the chain links to the
 cuffs on kasha's wrists and ankles, then to the attachments on the wall.

 "If you slide back the mirrors on the far wall master, there will be some
                    things there that you can use. . . "

   QT walks to the far wall and slides back the mirrors. . . there is an
 extensive collection of S&M and fetish equipment waiting for his approval,
  from ball gags, to gag masks, to whips and chains, and canes and various
 other items for flagellation or torture. His cupid's bow mouth turned down
 to a frown. He didn't feel so angry at kasha any more. Kasha must have had
  such a hard life. But Kasha kept his face pressed against the iron wall.
"Do it QT, you need to. . . maybe then you won't hate me as much anymore. .
                                    . "

 QT picked a lash from the closet. It was long and slender, its lashes made
 from velvet, and didn't look to be painful at all. His eyes almost popped
 out of their sockets when he saw the lash made of leather cords with metal
 spikes on all the tips. His lips pressed together in anger for the things
       that kasha's past masters had done to him. He turned to kasha.

"Kasha. . . I don't want to do this. . . I'm not angry any more okay? Let's
                           just forget about it."

  "No! I don't want to forget. I want to remember forever and ever. . . it
was really special to me QT. . . master. . . " kasha shut his eyes tightly,
 "I don't want to forget and be friends. I want you to kiss me and touch me
  and tell me that you love me and will stay with me forever. And if that
 means that I have to take a beating from you than so be it. It's happened
     many times before and I know that I'm strong enough to take it."

 QT walked to where kasha was chained and stared at kasha's back, his eyes
coming back to the scar over and over again. He brought the lash up and hit
 kasha with it. Kasha arched and flattened himself against the wall, biting
his lip hard enough to make it bleed, but he didn't make a sound. There was
 a red streak across kasha's back now where QT had hit him. QT looked at it
   and bit his own lip. For some reason he felt like crying. He hit kasha
again, this time across the buttocks, three times in rapid succession. This
 time kasha cried out, his head falling to rest against his shoulder, tears
  seeping out of the corner of his eyes, his hair falling in his face. QT
threw down the whip and fell on his knees to the ground in front of kasha's
                               chained body.

 "Oh god kasha, I don't want to hit you any more. . . I'm not mad. . . " He
 pressed his face against the back of kasha's thigh, his hands rising above
 him to stroke kasha's back and buttocks. Kasha gasped, but didn't want to
 do or say anything, didn't want to hope, waiting to see what else QT would
                                    do.

  QT's mouth brushed the tender skin on the inside of kasha's thigh, then
  moved up. . . he rubbed his face against the luscious cheeks of kasha's
 ass, his tongue tracing the faint red lines left by the whip. Kasha gasped
 and tried to push his ass backwards, wanting more. QT parted his buttocks
  and stared at the pink bud. . . it beckoned him. . . he leaned forward.

  Kasha's eyes fluttered open in surprise when he felt QT's tongue against
his asshole, licking it, lapping at it. His head fell backwards. "Ahhh. . .
                                     "

 QT pulled away to rub that orifice with one finger, watching interestedly
  as his finger entered gently, his cock rising as he felt kasha squeezing
  around it. He rose quickly and undid the chains that held kasha bound to
  the wall, turning him around and wrapping his arms around his waist. He
  licked the tears from kasha's face, the blood from kasha's lips, before
their mouths met in a deep intense kiss. Kasha's hands encircled QT's neck,
 caressing his hair, as he sighed into QT's mouth, leaning into him, never
  wanting to let him go. "Oh god QT, you make me feel so. . . " His hands
 came down to tug at the towel around QT's waist, dropping it to the floor.

   He pulled QT with him onto the bed, lying back on the black satin, QT
   falling on top of him. He loved to feel QT's weight on him, loved the
 feeling of QT's cock rubbing against his. He moaned and bit QT's shoulder
lightly. QT smiled and leaned down to nip at his ear. He moved down kasha's
   body, licking a path to kasha's nipples, taking first one and then the
 other in his mouth, kissing them gently and swirling around them with his
   tongue. Kasha made sexy little sounds from the back of his throat and
 pulled QT up to kiss him. For a while the kissed and rubbed and patted and
 petted, just learning about each other's bodies, then kasha pushed QT off
 and reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube, throwing it
  at QT. QT caught it and gave kasha a questioning look. "What's this?" He
   read the label. ". . . Eros Bodyglide. . . " he still felt clueless.

  Kasha gave QT a beaming smile and took the tube from QT's hands, leaning
   over to kiss one of those marvelous pink nipples. He undid the top and
   squirted a healthy bit onto his palm, then reached between QT's legs,
 rubbing the lubricant all over QT's penis. QT gasped and squirmed and made
 cute noises that made kasha laugh and kiss the other pink nipple. When he
   was done kasha lay back down on the bed and pulled his knees up to his
 chest, revealing that sweet pink bud that QT had recently had the fortune
              to taste. "Now you put some of that in me, QT."

QT laughed and squirted some onto his fingertips, then gently entered kasha
 with first one, then two fingers, rubbing the lubricant in good and deep.
 Kasha's lips parted and he thrust against those questing fingers, giving a
 sigh of disappointment when QT was finally done. Instinctively, QT leaned
    against kasha, his cock against that waiting moist orifice, the tip
   pressing exquisitely against the tight ring. He leaned over kasha and
  pushed just a little bit, and his mouth opened with a groan when he felt
 the head of his cock pop into that tight space. Kasha gave a mangled sound
 and grabbed QT's hips, trying to push him in deeper. "Harder, QT! Give it
              to me harder! Oh god put it in put it in. . . "

  QT thrust harder and they both sighed as they felt him enter deeper into
 the slick passageway, almost all the way to the base of his cock. QT slid
 out a bit, then pushed in again, establishing an awkward rhythm that kasha
  began to match. Kasha felt a sweet hiss of breath between his teeth, his
   eyes closed, his hands on QT's hips as they moved together, finally in
 sync. . . QT filled him so completely, he felt engorged by QT's cock, but
   it was more than that. . . it felt as if QT had entered his mind, his
 heart, his soul. . . he was everywhere, filling kasha, making him feel so
  special. Kasha felt his cock rubbing against QT's belly. He was going to
come, he knew it, he felt that pressure building in his balls, in his cock,
 from his prostate. . . this was going to be the most intense climax he had
ever had, not just coming from his cock but deep within, an internal orgasm
  circling all the nerve endings in his body. He went suddenly still, his
 mouth open, his hands tightening on QT's hips, as he came, rubbing against
 QT's stomach. QT thrust into him once more and came as well, falling over
  kasha, kasha's legs encircling his waist, pulling him down, tighter, two
                  lovers holding each other in the dark.

  They rested for a few moments and QT took kasha's hand and lead him into
    the bathroom. "Come on kasha, I hate feeling sweaty. Let's go take a
                                  shower."

  In the shower, QT held kasha tight, his hands caressing kasha's cock, as
kasha leaned against the wall, feeling the water beat against his skin, his
  hands running over QT's back and ass, his face tucked into the crook of
 QT's neck. He gave a secret smile, because, for once, in his entire life,
                       he felt satisfied, and happy.

                          End. . . for the moment.

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