The Prince The Cartel was not pleased with the current King..

The Prince The Cartel was not pleased with the current King’s conservative Islamic stands. The hardline stand against homosexuality and other “heretic” behavior was bad for business and was unacceptable to the powerful organization. Although homosexuality been illegal for centuries, the oil rich country was the home of several of the Cartel’s richest clients in male sex slaves, including powerful members of the King’s own inner circle. That was before religious hypocrites gained the King’s ear and plunged many of the cartel’s most important clients. That was unacceptable. In a secret meeting in one of its many headquarters, the Board of the Cartel voted that the king must go. Such votes were not uncommon for the board. At a mere majority vote of the powerful men, they had easily overthrown entire governments, or ordered the execution or assasination of political leaders, dictators, or royalty. The concerns of civil wars were trivial. In fact war was profitable for the cartel. Both sides would capture the enemy soldiers and were in need of money. Few generals and leaders had any moral issues about selling the enemy to the Cartel in exchange for money and weapons. Fortunately, however, for the rich desert kingdom, the king had many sons to step in to lead them. One of them was very favorable to the Cartel. Prince Abdullah was educated in the west and very popular with the people. He was also very handsome. With the proper training he would be a great asset to the Cartel. That was when Burrows came in. The short, balding middle aged man was what the Cartel calls a Procuror. It was his job to capture the handsome younger men that would be of high demand to the Cartel’s client. It was not any one that was out of his reach, from celebrities, sport stars, and world leaders. Burrows followed the prince to New York from London and was able to crush an elite upscale party after he had fucked the bounced in the ally. The Procuror sat at the bar slipping his martini as he watched the sexy prince flirt with a married woman at his table. Burrows could tell the prince was in very good shape through the tailored suit. The woman definitely liked what she felt as she ran her right hand under the table and up his muscular thigh. Abdullah was giving her a mischievous smile as he looked at her with his dark sexy eyes. Burrows then noticed the bodyguard sitting across the table from the prince and his soon to be latest conquest. The bodyguard had a stern, disapproving expression on his handsome bearded face. The dark suit was immaculate, hugging a tight body underneath it. Burrows knew if he was to get to Prince Abdullah he would have to get through the bodyguard as well. The prince leaned in and whispered something into the woman’s ear, causing her to giggle. He then stood and took her hand. The bodyguard rose from his seat as well when she stood. The Procuror got a very nice view of both Middle Eastern men's well developed asses through their dark suit pants. The Prince definitely works out, Procuror mused as he watched the muscular cheeks in the tailored pants move as he led the woman out of the restaurant. The bodyguard buttoned his suit jacket as he followed them. The blazer jacket barely obscured the view of his ass, but the older man could tell it was very nice as well. Burrow mused that the bodyguard was an often workout partner with his prince. It was well past midnight when the woman left Prince Abdullah’s bed, and Omar escorted her to the penthouse suite’s door. After locking the doors and checking on the prince one last time, he bid Abdullah goodnight. Omar could finally get some sleep. He made his way to the adjoining room to the penthouse suite as preceded to undress. Omar carefully hung up his suit jacket and removed his gun and shoulder holster, before beginning to unbutton his shirt. His torso was tight and muscular with a thin dusting of dark hair across his developed chest and down between the center valley of his chisel abs. Omar had removed his shoes and pants, and was about to lay on the bed to call his wife back home in their country when there was a knock on his room door. Concerned, Omar jumped from the bed and retrieved his gun. In only his tight white trunks Omar proceeded to the door. “What is it,” he called out. “Room service,” the voice on the other side of the door replied. “I ordered no room service,” Omar was alerted. “Prince Abdullah had ordered a bottle of bourbon brought to your room, sir,” the voice replied. Omar paused. Abdullah knew he loved bourbon, even though religious law banned drinking, and the prince often rewarded his bodyguard with a bottle of the most expensive brand available. “Leave the bottle by the dollar and leave it,” Omar ordered as he looked through the peephole in the door. “Yes, sir,” the bellman replied. Omar saw, through the peephole, the bellman in the hotel uniform sit the bottle down on the floor and walked away. Feeling the coast was clear, Omar put his gun into the waistband of his underwear and then opened the door. He bent over to pick up the bottle, when out of the corner of his eye a man standing by the door. Before he could pull his gun out of the waistband, the stranger blew a fine white powder into his face. He tried to cover his face but it was too late. He breathed in the powder. Omar dropped his gun as he started coughing. Once he stopped coughing and his eyes cleared, he just stood there. Unable to move or think. Burrows smiled as he stepped up to the half naked, swaying bodyguard. The Procuror always enjoyed the effectiveness of the drug of his choice. The powder once absorb into the airways make a perfect obedient, willing slave. Burrows looked the bodyguard over and was very pleased with what he saw. “Let go inside and close the door,” Burrows freely stroked Omar’s muscular body. “Yes, sir,” Omar obediently let the stranger into his room. All of Omar’s training was gone as he stood docile before Burrows. “Good, now, take off your underwear and stroke your cock,” Burrows ordered. Omar didn’t respond but hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled them down. Burrows was impressed by the healthy uncut cock. Omar wrapped his fist around his cock and began to stroke himself. “You're going to do whatever, I tell you. Understand,” Burrows ran his hand up Omar’s abs as the bodyguard stroked his growing cock. “Yes, sir,” Omar moaned. Burrows pulled out a headset from his pocket and placed it on Omar’s head. In his current state, Omar would easily absorb his new programming. The bodyguard’s eyes glazed over as his cock throbbed in his hand. “Good, boy. Now lay down on the bed. Face down,” Burrows instructed as he turned around and undid his tie and removed his suit jacket. Omar walked to the bed and laid face down on the bed. Burrows poured himself a glass from the expensive bourbon. Omar’s ass was indeed flawless as the muscular younger man. The powerful legs were spread, revealing the tight hole. Burrows approached the bed, unzipping his pants. Normally Burrows have a hands off policy on his assigned targets. However, technically speaking Omar wasn’t his target but just a means to get to the prince. Therefore the bodyguard was fair game. With the subliminal messages bombarding Omar’s mind, reducing him into a obedient slave, Burrows pulled out his cock and mount the sexy middle eastern stud. “Nice and tight,” Burrows whispered into Omar’s ear as he eased into him. Omar let out a low grunt as he was penetrated for the first time. The subliminal messages playing over the headset told him to relax his ass and feel only pleasure. The deeper and harder Burrows thrusted into Omar the more submissive the younger man becomes. Omar groaned under Burrows as the older man pounded his prostate. Burrows was pleased as the straight bodyguard began to flex his ass muscles around his cock. The Procuror whispered into Omar’s ear, gently licking the earlobe, “come for me, now.” Omar let out a low deep moan as he started to cum on the bed under him. The ass muscles were like a vice as it spasmed around Burrows’s cock. Burrows smiled as his cock was milked. He knew he had complete control over the bodyguard. Feeling victorious, the Procuror came deep inside Omar’s ass. To be continued