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The fourth time, Gavin was completely broken in to wanting Philippe's cock inside him and Philippe lay on his back and Gavin rode the cock under his own power. the palms of his hands buried in Philippe's chest hair. Gavin threw his body about wildly in gyrations of rotation on the shaft, using it to punish his channel on every surface and at great depth, while, Philippe, smiling a cruel smile of victory and complete mastery, alternated between grasping, separating, and squeezing the luscious young man's buttocks cheeks to obtain greater depth for his cock and stroking the young man off. But it was all Gavin now, frenziedly fucking himself on his master's controlling cock.
As they lay, side by side, in an embrace after this fucking, Philippe turned Gavin and kissed him on the mouth. Gavin opened his mouth to Philippe's tongue in total surrender.
Philippe whispered, "You are mine now."
"Yes," Gavin answered. "I am yours."
"You will do what I want now, or I will deny you the cock."
"I will do whatever you want," Gavin answered.
"I want you to find out a few things for me in the Agent's office and I want you to put in a word or two for me among the Agent's staff. Each time you come to me I want you to bring me a gift—responses to what I've asked you for."
"I'll come to you every night," Gavin whispered.
"No, not that often," Philippe said, with a laugh. "But often enough."
"Tell me whatever you want. I'll get it for you. Whatever you want. But fuck me. Fuck me again now."
With a laugh, Philippe rolled over on top of Gavin. The young blond, spread and bent his legs and raised his pelvis to the slide of the cock, sucking in breath and moaning as Philippe gave him the full length of the throbbing rod. As he pumped, he murmured his questions in Gavin's ear.
* * * *
"Those are just questions, though," Gavin said to the man sitting across from him at Government House. "The Khedive's counselor gives me information. Karem only gives me questions."
"The questions asked provide us valuable information as well. We will give him the answers through you that we want him to pass on," the Mamur Zapt said. The Mamur Zapt, a British Army officer, was the head of the CID—the British secret service department—in Egypt. Gavin was one of his trained agents, trained to spying before he ever left England to come here and serve as the Agent's third secretary. "Karem's questions themselves tell us what the revolutionary movement here is interested in—what it wants to learn about. That's as important to us as Aziz's gossip from inside the Khedive's court. You will continue seeing them both—and milking them for information as they milk you for their pleasure."
"Yes, sir. Do you think we should be reporting to my uncle, though?"
"Oh, I don't think that's necessary. All intelligence goes back to London. They can tell Sir Edward whatever they think he should know from what you find out. There's no reason why he needs to know about your activities."
"If you think that's the way it should be," Gavin answered, his tone dubious.
"I think that's best. And for now, it's nearly the siesta hour. I want you to come back to my house for a bit now."
"Back to your house. But why?"
"I'm sure you know why, young man," the Mamur Zapt answered as he moved his hand across the desk, grasped Gavin's forearm, and gave him a knowing smile.
Gavin, whose eyes had been downcast, lifted them to meet the Mamur Zapt's steady gaze, felt a shiver go through his body, gave a little smile of his own, and whispered, "I thought you'd never demand it of me."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoI was out looking for a fucking one night, and had stopped in a layby behind some trees where I had occasionally found some cock before. A large Mercedes pulled up and parked in front of me so I flicked on my interior lights and pushed my door partly open. The lights in front came and went, so I stepped out wearing a T shirt, hold up stockings and a tiny pouched G-string, all fairly obvious in the moonlight. A burly guy who looked to me to be North African (I've had a few on holiday) got out walked over took me by the arm and walked me into the trees to a small clearing. "Get it out" he said, and I unzipped him and took out a nice thick dick which grew in my hand and even more when I began to blow it. When it was rigid, the guy pulled me over to a fallen tree and pushed me over it face down, pulled the string onto my left buttock (why do they always choose that cheek?) and pushed his dickhead into my "Pussy". He fucked me hard and deep for quite a while (it always seems both endless and very fast at the same time), then unloaded into me. As he slipped out, he held me lightly down and shouted out in Arabic (I think?) and three young lads appeared. Probably his sons, they all then screwed me under his instructions, doing a very creditable job which I enjoyed. After I had licked them clean and they had returned to the car, the guy pushed a load of euros into my hand and gave me a card with a contact mobile number on it saying "I'm an Egyptian businessman with a diplomatic passport, so you cant make much trouble for me (I had no intention of doing that) but if you would like more cock inside you, check with that number each Sunday night" So far we've met up three more times, over about seven months, I always get well fucked and I would like much more of it!!!
sr71pltover 6 years agoAuthorDid anything in the setup of this story indicate to you that it was an insipid love story, Spadger2? And yet, you took it upon yourself to assume that everything posted here was meant to meet your particular mood of the day and, if it didn't, you were going to zap the story with a 1 and troll it? It's douchebags like you who make writers not want to create stories here and write to varied interests. I'm not going to write my stories based on a guess of what won't make Spadger2 zap it, so do us both a favor and stay away from my stories.
Spadger2over 6 years agoSadly, I was looking for a love story, but this purely homosexual sex - a fair young man using his body in the course of seeking intelligence from the Egyptian "enemy" - so to speak.
He seemed admirably suited to the task, as his "bottom" activities seemed to be almost insatiable.
I suppose, for the darker Egyptian men, having a fair young European to fuck, it was a prize to be relished. However, I thought it a bit rough that Phillipe should also allow the two burly Egyptian men to enjoy the "delights" of the young Briton. Maybe I still have a thing about the sacredness of sex, and that it should be between two consenting partners.
sr71pltover 6 years agoAuthorThanks for mentioning the possibility of spinning this one out, CP. I hadn't thought of doing that, but sometimes when my Muse gets jogged something happens. This one was inspired by Michael Pearce's books on Egypt under early twentieth-century British administration, and I'm still reading that series, so I might come up with something else. Unlikely it would appear here on Lit., though. I'm close to closing posting stories under this account and have all of the stories in hand to see that finished. Something might show up in the marketplace one of these days, though. Or maybe at another Web site.
CuriousPeteover 6 years agoGood story. I like your spy-related tales. And of course the hot sex. Will this be a series?
