O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Unfinished Business 6 (mm)

by Randy Dragon

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The pungent stench of male sweat mixed with the chlorine scent of fresh cum was lingering in the air.  Tanker was looking down on the big Master Sergeant, who had fallen in the satisfied slumber that followed heavy man sex.

There was a faint satisfied smile on his face, tousled red locks were plastered to his front-head.

Careful avoiding any noise Tanker sneaked from the room and headed straight to the room were Hank had deposed Rashad.

Payback time, rag head

He didn’t care that he was naked. All he needed was with him. He sneered at the helpless Arab, whose hands were still tied. His pants were down at his ankles. Despite his predicament he grinned challenging at the young Marine.

“Brother! Did you miss me?”

“Now you will pay for what you did to me, motherfucker!” Tanker grabbed Rashad by the shoulders and pushed him down to the floor.

“What do you want?”

“Shut up! I am in charge now! Remember, that ya told me I was never to fuck you again?” Tanker hissed while squatting over Rashad’s face.

“Well you were wrong. I am going to fuck your brains out! But first you will service me. Eat my ass, fucker!”

Rashad got a quick glimpse at the Marine’s ass crack and moments later he struggled for air when Tanker’s meaty buttocks connected with his face.

“Now you’ll get it!” The young Marine wriggled his hips back and forth. His former captor’s tongue was rimming his ass. The more and faster he moved the more slippery his chute became. The slurping and coughing sounds of the rebel  were like heaven.

“Yeah, rim that ass … oh yes just like that … eat my fucking ass … oh fuck!”

Absentminded Tanker’s fingers travelled up and started playing with his nipples, his dick was already throbbing over Rashad’s six pack abs.

“Fuck yeah,” the young Marine grunted in heat. He threw his head back and arched his spine, fully indulging in this moment of total superiority over his foe.

“Oh yeah, you bastard, that feels gooood,” Tanker hollered while his sphincter relaxed giving way to the tip of a wet, poking tongue. He stopped all movement, waiting for the tongue to reach the sensitive areas inside his rear entrance. He knew that Rashad was an expert in what he was doing, but when it happened, it was as if he had been struck by a lightning.

Rashad recognized from the reactions of the young American’s body that he was in a state of high arousal. Pushing his face as deep inside the moist ass crack he let his tongue thrust deep inside the relaxed gaping puckered hole.

“Uuhhhh!” Tanker was flushed with ecstasy. Losing control over his body, he collapsed forward and ended with his face between Rashad’s quickly closing thighs. The Arab could now move his hands and locked his tied wrists over Tanker’s lower back. The slightly parted butt cheeks left the quivering open hole undefended right in front of his face.

“Fuck!” Tanker quickly freed his head, but before he could get up the devilish tongue penetrated him again.

“Nooo … ugh … stop … fuck … ahhhh!” the Marine was writhing out of control, unable to escape from the relentless tongue fuck while Rashad held his hips in an iron embrace. To make matters worse, his dick was stimulated too, sliding back and forth in the crack between the Arab’s sculpted pecs.

“Take it, boy!”  the Iraqi commanded.

Mesmerized Tanker’s eyes were caught by Rashad’s slightly curved erection and before he even knew what he was doing he was sucking Arab dick – again; and he was sweating – again.

“No … aunggggghhh … mmmmphhhh!”

Keeping the hapless Marine weak with the tongue up his ass, Rashad flipped their bodies around until he was on top.

“No …mmphh … way! Uhm … fuck, no fuck’n way,” Tanker panicked realizing that he was primed to getting fucked.

“Oh yes, this proud Marine boy will be the Arab’s bitch again, but first I will teach you a lesson.” Rashad hissed.

“There you go, boy!” His hips slammed down driving his cock all the way down Tanker’s throat. The young Marine knew the drill and all resistance stopped. Now it was Tanker who struggled for air. Controlling his victim by a powerful and steady face-fuck, Rashad let his fingers glide inside the well-primed hole. His mouth closed over the Marine’s dick, trapping the Corporal in an obscene 69 position.

Tanker’s face had turned red. His eyes were wide open, watching in disbelief the Iraqi’s balls coming down again and again on his nose while burying his man meat deep into the retching American’s mouth. Gagged by a rock hard dick Tanker couldn’t even shout for help, if he had wanted.

“Mmm …noouuuu,” the Marine’s arms were flailing. Some errant blows hit Rashad’s buttocks.

“Yes, hit me! I like that!”

The Corporal was almost totally enthralled by now and had to witness helpless how Rashad forced him back into the role as a dominated boy toy, to which he was all too well accustomed already. After the intense sex romp with Hank, Tanker’s stamina was sapped and made him an easy prey for the rebel leader.

“Nnnoo!” his hips started to buck when his climax was approaching.

“Ah, the boy wants to come already!” Rashad sneered. He stopped blowing the younger man, took the bloated dickhead between thumb and index finger and applied a devilish squeeze on the pre-cum oozing piss slit.

“Aaaaaahhhh!” Tanker howled like a banshee when his cum shot was interrupted.

“Oh what was that?” Rashad asked with a satanic innocence,” the bold Marine’s cannon produced a squib load?”

“Ahhh … fuck!” The embarrassed Corporal flipped like a fish on dry land while the Iraqi held him by his dickhead with two fingers only. In the end he found himself on all fours. The Arab’s chest was pressed on his back and he heard the dark voice while his cock was agonizingly slow being stroked, keeping him on the brink of eruption.

“This Marine will only cum when I am allowing it,” Rashad whispered into Tanker’s ear.

“Fucking bastar … uhhnng,” Tanker wailed.

“Tell me: Where is Al-Dowerty?” the Iraqi asked.

“No!” Tanker refused.

“We will see …,” Rashad positioned his curved dick between the young Marine’s butt cheeks.

“No, don’t!” Tanker pleaded.

“But you know, that you want this, boy.” Rashad snickered and pushed.

“Noooo! Fucked! Again …,” The Corporal howled when his loosened sphincter gave way to the intruder.

“Tell … me … where … is … he!” each word was accompanied by a determined thrust of Rashad’s hips.

“Nnno … huh … nng … uhh …aw,” Tanker’s weakened defenses were systematically demolished.

“Tell … me … now!” Rashad rammed his man meat balls-deep into the moaning American and closed his calloused hand over the hypersensitive dickhead.

Tanker’s eyes bulged and he collapsed burying his face into the mattress. A howling writhing heap of sweaty muscle that was tenderized by an onslaught of powerful penetrations and a steady milking of his boner.

The rebel leader fucked the delirious Marine into total submission. Moaning he told Rashad everything that had happened so far. All resistance was flushed from Tanker’s system and replaced by an insatiable desire to please his Arab master. Cum was still dripping from his sore hole when he cut Iraqi’s wrists free.

Rashad seized the now meek Marine by one ear and pulled him with him out in the aisle.

“Aw, that hurts. Lemme go!” Tanker wailed.

“Shut up and hurry”, Rashad snorted. He opened a locker and suddenly held a gun in his hand.

Tanker was pushed with his back against a wall. The gun’s muzzle pressed into his chin. He froze.

“Now listen and listen carefully, brother!” Rashad hissed in a low menacing voice, “ you will do exactly as I say or I will waste your friend. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes Sir,” Tanker stammered.

“Good Boy! Now I want you to …”

* - *

Hank woke up. He felt relaxed and refreshed. His big body was sprawled out across the bed and entangled in smelly sheets.  Some of them were badly torn during the rough sex romp he had with his Corporal a few hours before.  He grinned at his clothes and the Kevlar armor that were scattered all over the floor.

“Uuuaaahhh!” Hank yawned and stretched his strong arms. He was playfully flexing his biceps when the door opened and Tanker entered.

“Back for more?” Hank grinned lasciviously at the naked Corporal.

“Uhm – yeah sure, but …” Tanker seemed  somewhat uncomfortable.

“But what? You look tired son, as if you had screwed an entire whorehouse,” Hank chuckled.

“No Sarge it’s just … I think we both could use a shower,” Tanker blushed.

“Ah, nothing wrong with some good strong man smell, “ Hank was kneeling. He posed playfully. He sniffed his arm pits. The rank odor made his dick twitch.

Tanker grinned sheepishly and reached for the big Marine’s rod.

“We can take care of this under the shower too …” he pulled Hank up from the bed by the suddenly rock hard shaft and directed the stumbling hunk towards the bathroom.

Cautiously Rashad slipped inside the room. Water was running in the next room. The young American had done what he had told him.

Good. I am so much eager to watch your face Al-Dowerty when I hold you at gunpoint.

Rashad searched the duffle bag that Hank had put in front of the bed. Suppressing a cheer of triumph he took the Taser gun.

Oh that’s gonna be fun

Thick moist steam filled the bathroom. Hot water sprayed on his broad shoulders. Hank’s dick was in Tanker’s mouth.

“Yeah, get that fuckin’ dick ready.”

His hips were slowly bucking, face-fucking the Corporal who was down on his knees. Hank twisted his man tits and indulged in the pleasurable sensation.

“Yeah, that feels good.” his breathing accelerated.

Rashad admired the huge body standing legs akimbo, partly hidden by plumes of steam. The younger American was obviously doing a great job.

I taught you well, brother, Rashad grinned as he watched the big Marine’s head lolling back, his knees slightly buckling.

Instincts pulled Hank from his lust induced stupor. Just a few steps away he saw the sneering face of his buck-naked arch nemesis.

“What the fu… ?” Hank recognized in horror the Taser gun in Rashad’s left hand.

Fuck he’s gonna fry both of us!

“No!” He pushed Tanker away from his crotch. His dick was throbbing wildly as he started to jump at the rebel leader. But he was not fast enough.

“Oh yes!” Rashad squatted and triggered the Taser pressing the poles onto the wet tiles. 50.000 Volts were discharged in an instant.

“Noooo! Aaayyyehhh ….” both Marines hollered in panic. The shower stall was eerily illuminated by St. Elmos fire that was dancing over the two naked bodies.

Tanker first reared up, then he collapsed to the floor like an axed tree. His body was writhing spasmodically.

Hank almost escaped from the trap the shower stall had become. But still his toes connected with the wet floor. Partly paralyzed from the electrical shock he hit the floor hard. Rashad’s toes appeared right before his eyes.

Oh shit!

“On your feet, Amriki!”

Clumsily Hank rolled on his belly and struggled to get up, but his legs felt like jelly and he slipped several times on the wet floor.

“Oh, where is your power? Are you too weak to walk?” Rashad sneered.

“Fuck you!”

“Ha, Ha … we had this already, hadn’t we?” Rashad laughed, “ Although - correct me, if I am wrong, it is usually you the big Marine, who get’s fucked, remember? Now let me help you, you’ve still gotta lot to do …”

The Arab pulled the wobbly Marine up, laid an arm across his shoulder and led him to the bedroom.

“Do you like me Al Dowerty?” Rashad was now behind Hank supporting him with an arm wrapped around his chest.

“Huh?” Hank was startled.

“You are so hot, Amriki … mmhhhh,” the Arab was now nibbling at Hank’s ear lobe. Simultaneously he was gently stroking the Marine’s nut sac with the poles of the Taser gun.

There was something surreal about the scene. The big hunk could have wrestled easily from the hold of the smaller lean Middle Easterner, but instead the two men were standing almost motionless.

“Uuuhhhhhh…”, Hank’s face went slack. He felt Rashad’s tongue in his ear and the soft rubbing of metal on the sensitive underside of his balls. For a moment nothing seemed to happen.

Shit, the fucker gets me hard

The Marine was sporting a massive boner and had obvious problems to keep standing steadily. Rashad grinned and pushed. The bed creaked when Hank’s massive200 lbs. body hit the mattress..

“W-what do ya ... mmmph … fuck no!”  Hank fought weakly against Rashad, who was kissing him. He was on his back still suffering from the stunning effect of the Taser. The Iraqi was all over him. Twisting his nipples, jacking his dick and thrusting his tongue again and again deep into his mouth.

Fuck! The bastard is making out with me

“Ah, you like that!” Rashad let Hank’s boner flap against the Marine’s abs.

Hank tried to focus as he had been taught during his captivity by Gao-Ban, the Abbot of the Temple of the Dark Moon.

I must stay in control … I have to focus … focus … uhhh fuck …

Rashad made him  turn on his belly and started eating his ass, while continuously stroking his cock keeping him hard and getting him hotter. Hank had been close to cumming into Tanker’s mouth earlier already. Already being turned on the Arab just had to pick up from where he had interrupted the two horny Marines.

“Like it, Amriki? Or may I call you … Hank?” Rashad gloated when the bloated mushroom head in his hands became slippery from pre-cum.

Shit, he is getting to me!

“Mothafugggggghhhhh … uhhh …”, Hank groaned.

Slowly he felt his strength returning, however, he failed to control his quickened breathing. He clenched his ass hole to push the tormenting tongue out.

“Huh!” the Marine yelped when a finger penetrated his slippery chute.

No way!

“Yessss!” he heard the Iraqi’s dark voice and shuddered when his prostate was hit.

“Huh! “

This isn’t happening

“Yeah!”

“Oh!”

Oh shit!

“Oh yeah!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Yeah, I guess you are ready now,” Rashad handled the bigger man with an amazing ease. A push, some twisting, a slap to the ass: Suddenly Hank found himself sitting on the Arab’s prone body, impaled on Rashad’s curved dick.

“Now ride my fat Arab dick!” Rashad pushed his pelvis up.

The Iraqi’s dick was not particular hefty, however, it was long and it was hard as steel. Hank had regained his composure and the paralysis from the Tazer shot was rapidly fading. For the time being he played his role and moved slowly up and down, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of the shaft moving inside of him. He looked down on the smiling face. Jet-black, curly locks, dark eyes, a slightly hooked nose and a shadow of a beard veiling the edged jaw line.

He is a hottie and he is tough

Hank remembered the fight the rebel had put up when they had captured him. The lean but sinewy body could muster an impressive amount of strength.

A,  and the rag head knows how to use his cock

Hank had found a steady rhythm and rode the Arab while holding his arousal at bay. His fingers played with nipples and Rashad reacted promptly with a satisfied groan.

“Ahmmm,”

The Arab accelerated his thrusting and Hank countered by raising his pelvis hoping the rebel would finally tire himself.

“You are cheating,” Rashad was pointing again with his gun.

“What? I am not! Ya bagged me good,” Hank tried to sound hoarsely,” I am doing as you are telling me.”

“I don’t think so,” Rashad grinned, “ Gao-Ban trained you well, but he taught me too!”

Apparently the shock that the Iraqi knew about Gao-Ban’s special lessons was written all over Hank’s face.

“Oh yes, that old man knows how to handle a man, isn’t it?” Rashad laughed.

“I-I d-dunno what ya are talking ‘bout,” Hank said innocently.

“Liar!” Rashad snorted,”now ride my fat dick. Come on!”

Hank started again to move up and down.

“Stop acting! Show me how you are enjoying it. Find the pleasure spot!” Rashad shove theTazer gun into Hank’s mouth and made him suck on the poles. The big Marine had no choice, but to arch back and twist his body until he felt the curved dick hitting his sensitive spots. His prostrate started tingling.

“Huh, fuck!”

“Yeah, that’s better,” Rashad laughed,” harder now, come on, harder!”

“Aaarrrgh! Bastard!” Hank started sweating.

“Wank yourself!” Rashad seized Hank’s balls and pulled them slightly down, preventing an early release.

“Huh … shit … huh … huh,” Hank was bouncing heavily now. Every time his ass touched Rashad’s hips a jolt of pleasure exploded in his groin. His hand was absent-minded kneading his cock.

“Yes, that’s it, be my little bitch!” Rashad lowered the Tazer and pushed a finger inside Hank’s mouth.

“S-suck it, yeah .. urrgh,” Rashad grunted as the pounding fuck ride got to him as well.

Hank knew that he was only minutes away from unloading and the Arab was clearly in charge. Enthralled he was stroking himself. His shaft gliding in his clenched grip he couldn’t escape from his instincts and had to suck on Rashad’s thumb like a breast-fed toddler.

If all fails , go with the flow … he remembered the abbot’s teaching.

Mustering all that was left of his dwindling willpower he let go of his pre-cum dripping dick. He reached behind Rashad’s knees and pulled the legs up, impaling himself even deeper on the Iraqi’s cock.

Oh shit, he feels so good inside of my fuckin’ ass

“W-what are you doing Amriki?” Rashad gasped as the sensations around his dick became overwhelming.

“Taking you for a ride you will never forget, rag head,” Hank hollered and undulated his hips.

“I will zap you a-ag … uhh, fuck you!” Rashad was writhing, obvious caught in the thrills of an approaching climax.

“Go … go a-ahead, f-fucker,” Hank gasped,” zap me and zap y-yourself, huh …”

I can’t hold it much longer … come on you fucker …

“Fuck!” Rashad arched his back and Hank knew he had him.

Yes!

The Taser slipped from Rashad’s hand. His eyes rolled back and his moans were stifled by Hank’s passionate kiss. The Marine had collapsed on top of him and both sweaty bodies were entangled in a feverish embrace. Both men climaxed at the same time.

“I’m fuckin’ cummmmmmin …,” the Marine gushed a load of his man milk between both bellies. His ass muscle contracted around Rashad’s throbbing dick and this pushed the rebel leader over the edge too.

“You make me cum too, uuuhhhh,”

“Mmmm. Uhhmmmphh.” The two men moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths. None of them wanted to break the kiss. Running out of breath their squirts of cum were slowly subsiding. As different as their background was, both knew that they were meant to be with each other. Each one put up a challenge that the other one was craving for, although they were not yet ready to admit it.

When they fell exhausted side by side the wet heads of the still hard dicks told that they had shot copious amounts of cum – left alone Hank’s gooey spunk that was smeared across their bellies.

“Man, that … was a blast,” Hank was breathing heavily.

“Yes, it was and I hope you are ready for another round … Hank?” Rashad grunted, still shivering in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“Whether I am ready?” Hank growled,” you bet! Ready when you are, babe.”

Rashad gave him a grin and straddled his prone body.

“You know,” he said while feeding Hank’s 11-incher to his manhole,” I once had a horse. A gorgeous, wild beast …”

“Uhhm … yeah?”

“Do you want to know, how I tamed it?” Rashad started rocking back and forth.

“Why don’t ya show me, rebel?” Hank started bucking his hips up and down.

“I started rubbing his neck,” the Arab said in a low voice letting his fingers play with the Marine’s man tits.

“Uh-huh,” Hank squirmed blissful.

“I got it used to get handled,” the Iraqi twisted the hardened flesh knobs.

“Awww … you bastard … that hurt! What? Ummmmphh…”

“Then I encouraged it to open his mouth,”Rashad put his fingers in the very corner of Hank’s mouth,” and made him accept the bit.”

“Uh-hmmm …”

“… and rode it to exhaustion!” Rashad started a pounding fuck ride.

The American bucked wildly and several times the rebel leader was almost thrown of. He closed his arms around Hank’s neck and kissed him with passion. When the big soldier seeded him with his cum his own seed splashed across the Marine’s torso. A few drops drooled from the tip of the squared jaw and was quickly licked away by the grinning Arab.

“You are a hot fuck, you know that,” Hank whispered.

“Mmm … and so are you,” Rashad replied in a low voice.

“There is , uhm,  a fuckin’ hot position,” Hank blushed, “uhm … always wanted to try …”

“So what are you waiting for?” Rashad closed his hand over Hank’s nuts.

“Remember, you asked for it!” the American wrapped the Arab in his muscle-packed arms. Then the bed started rocking.

When Tanker finally regained consciousness and entered the bedroom he was shocked to find the two kissing men lying embraced and jacking each other off.

“I’ll be damned,” the young Marine muttered.

“Nope, it’s better than that, Corporal,” Hank sneered.

”You are about to be fucked,” Rashad grinned.

Both men grabbed the surprised jock and pulled him down on the bed.

“Ever been spit-roasted, Corporal,” Hank asked while feeding his dick into Tanker’s mouth…

Much later …

“You know, I can’t let you go,” Hank said.

“Uhmm, yes,” Rashad snuggled against the Marine’s broad chest.

“I have to take you in,” Hank cupped the rebel’s firm ass cheeks with his hands.

“Uhmm, I think I like that,” Rashad softly kissed Hank’s neck.

“What do you mean?”

“I come with you to the United States,”

“Without a visa? Dream on babe,” Hank sighed.

“I have a US passport, honey,” Rashad smirked.

“What!?” Hank didn’t believe what he was listening to.

“Yes, Mister, I am a US citizen,” Rashad said with obvious amusement,” a gift from Langley when I was fighting the Iranians.”

“You! You are a CIA agent???” Hank was sitting straight upright, obviously shocked.

“One has to make a living, you know?” Rashad grinned.

“You never told me,” Hank snorted reproachful.

“You never asked,” the Iraqi jabbed the American’s chin,” besides you were either shooting at me or riding my dick …”

“Oh yeah?” Hank playfully slapped Rashad’s buttocks,” let’s find out what other secrets you have to reveal, rag head!”

He turned around and pulled the Iraqi under his huge body.

“Fuck you, Amriki!” Rashad struggled.

“No, this time we do it the other way around!” Hank grunted.

Weeks later in Hank’s flat:

“I have never seen this place so well kept, “ Taylor said. He and his brother were visiting Hank after he had returned from his trip to Turkey.

“Yes, that’s a miracle,” Kyle said sipping his beer.” It’s good to have you back, bro.”

He didn’t speak out how happy he was to find his friend well groomed, smelling freshly showered and in an obvious relaxed mood.

“Yeah,” Hank replied ,”it’s good to be back after all.”

“You’ve got to tell us everything,” Taylor said. “ they say you brought your missing man back?”

“Yep!” Hank said, ”that was business I had to finish. You know, we never leave someone behind.”

“Don’t you want to introduce me to your friends?” a dark voice with a heavy middle-eastern accent suddenly asked.

Everybody turned to the door of the bedroom were a lean man with black curly hair, olive brown skin and attractive features had appeared. He was naked apart from a towel that was casually wrapped low around his narrow hips. Some drops of water rolling down his chiseled chest showed that he had just taken a shower.

“No way!” Taylor gasped.

“Tell me, this is not who I am thinking he is!” Kyle asked incredulously.

“Oh this? Uhm,” Hank had turned crimson red,” meet Rush … my uhm … houseboy.”

The end

This closes the story line about Taylor, Kyle, Hank and their adventures. I hope you enjoyed it. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for your nice and encouraging comments. I apologize for the delay(s) between the sequels, which are mainly due to workload and unforeseen issues coming up.

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