The Greek Pimp Ch. 04

Axel proved to be very, very good indeed. He was horse hung and strong as an ox and with great stamina. He first fucked Tyler standing up in the middle of the room, with Tyler's knees hooked on Axel's hips, Tyler's hands locked behind Axel's neck, Tyler's torso cantilevered back from Axel's chest, and Axel's eight-inch cock working Tyler's channel deep up into him. Axel fucked Tyler to three separate ejaculations each, using the full coverage of the bed and several different positions, always with Axel using his strength to manipulate a willing and moaning Tyler just as he wanted him.

The sun had passed its zenith and was sinking back toward the ocean when Axel was finished ravishing Tyler's body, and the younger man was just lying there on the bed, in Axel's embrace, panting and groaning, totally satiated and exhausted.

"It's getting late," Axel said. "We must get to the shop for the sonar monitor before they close and then to a café I know on the waterfront."

"I haven't done my dive."

"That was in my plans - that you not do the dive," Axel answered. "You are too beautiful to be endangering your life like that. I think you'll agree that riding my cock is a lot less dangerous than jumping off a cliff into the ocean is."

"I'll just find some other - "

"Not if you let me sail with you. You may be the one. I haven't decided. You will let me sail with you this evening, won't you? I'll fuck you like I just did all across the Mediterranean. You won't have the energy to take risks with your life."

Tyler was surprised Axel asked - and not surprised when Axel just assumed then the answer was yes. Axel's cock was still inside him - still mastering even though flaccid. But it wasn't really flaccid, and it was regaining strength and length and girth as they lay there.

"I think it is not too late after all," Axel murmured. "I think we have time for me to fuck you again."

Tyler didn't object to that. Or to Axel sailing with him. Somehow he found comfort in someone else making decisions, protecting him - and in that eight-inch, thick cock.

The memory of Axel returned a bit of steel to Tyler's spine there in the cabin of the Greek, and he said, "The Lucky Card. Her papers. You said - "

"All in good time," Cosmo answered, keeping his voice low and commanding. He had already discerned that this young beauty needed someone to take command of him and that he gave in to that. "A week of your body belonging to me and you'll get the papers for the Lucky Card back. In fact, in a couple of days, I've give them to you to hold. You aren't leaving me in that week's time anyway."

It wasn't voiced menacingly, but it sent chills up Tyler's naked spine anyway.

"Perhaps we can now begin."

Tyler looked up, expecting to see the Greek make some sort of move to undress or at least bring his cock out, but the Greek was still sitting in the shadows, smoking his cigar and drinking his brandy. Tyler almost immediately realized that they no longer were alone. His eyes opened wide when he saw who had entered the cabin, naked and looking glorious. Harun, the Moroccan croupier at the Monte Carlo Casino was standing there, just inside the cabin door, smiling at Tyler.

"Harun, I would like you to put our guest, Tyler, through the paces now. I would like to see what my investment is really worth."

"I don't understand," Tyler murmured, still lost in surprise, although feeling himself go hard at the sight of Harun's gorgeous dusky body, in near full erection.

"May I remind you that I own your body for a week, Tyler, and that you knew that it would involve sex. It is not I who will possess your body. For now it will be Harun. Do you really object at the change in your expectations? I will be content sitting here and observing. For now, I want to know what you can do with a man - and what you will do for him."

Harun walked up close to Tyler, put a hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. Simultaneously, he wrapped his other hand around both of their cocks. The kiss went on until Tyler raised his hands to the back of Harun's head, held him close as he opened his mouth from a tonsil-swabbing version of the kiss, and started moving his hips in a motion that rubbed his cock against Harun's in the Moroccan's loosened fist.

Tyler now was Harun's to do with as he wished, and both of them knew it.

Coming out of the kiss, Harun sank to his knees in front of Tyler, opened his mouth over Tyler's cock, and grabbed Tyler's hands in his, holding Tyler still except for a slow movement back toward the foot of the bed. When they'd arrived there, Harun pushed Tyler onto his back on the bed, grabbed Tyler's thighs, rolled the young American's pelvis up, and moved his mouth to rotating between Tyler's cock, balls, and asshole.

Tyler was moaning and begging for it when Harun stood, rolled a condom onto his erect cock, and began working the cock into Tyler's channel. Harun fucked him in various positions, from the vanilla to the exotic, including with Tyler on his shoulder blades on the carpeting, his thighs pushed over his head, and Harun standing, reversed, over him and pumping down into his channel. Tyler stayed with the Moroccan in every position and stroked back at him whenever directed to do so. When they ejaculated, Harun was lying on his back on the bed and Tyler was riding his cock, actively engaged in the fuck.

Tyler was left on his belly on the bed, his extremities haphazardly akimbo, his tongue lolling, and his eyes swimming in satisfaction. Yes, this was better than having sex with the Greek, as Tyler had assumed would be the case. But in Tyler's current state, the Greek looked good to him. Hell, the whole crew looked good to him.

"What is your assessment, Harun?" the Greek asked. Harun now was standing at the foot of the bed, cleaning his cock with a wet washcloth.

"He will do with the best clients," Harun answered.

"I agree. He was impressive."

"The best clients? What do you mean?" Tyler had suddenly come alive.

"When I told you I owned your body for a week and that it involved sex, just as I didn't say it involved me, I didn't say the sex would be with just one man. For the next week you will be lying under many men. You didn't think that you were worth the price of your sailboat with just me fucking you, did you?"

"I don't understand. You mean you intend to sell my body for a week. Whore me out?"

"Precisely. Did you see the name on my ship when you boarded - The Apyko? Do you know what 'Apyko' translates to in English?"

Tyler didn't answer, so the Greek continued.

"We have been watching you, you know. You were pointed out to me, and we've watched you. You are living with a man on your sailboat in the marina, aren't you?"

"Yes, so?"

"And that man fucks you, sometimes twice a day, doesn't he? Whenever he wants you, you lay down and open your legs for him. I have seen here that you are hungry for it - for another man's cock."

Tyler didn't answer. That wasn't the way it was. Yes, when Axel wanted to fuck him, Tyler let him . . . but it wasn't the way the Greek made it sound.

"So, men fuck you. You like men fucking you. If I'd told Harun not to fuck you, you would have been devastated. He is a rich man, this Austrian of yours - a very rich man with a title. He gives you things - for you letting him fuck you. We have checked. So, you already are prostituting yourself. The Austrian is keeping you. You already are selling your body for money. You don't think that I bother with young men who aren't already prostitutes, do you? You willingly sold your body to me. The deal just isn't quite what you expected. I'm sure you will adjust. I'm not asking you to do anything different from what you already do - just, perhaps, a bit more often - and with men of my choosing."

Tyler wanted to scream that the man was wrong, that Axel wasn't keeping him. But the fact was that Axel had paid for everything from the day they had met.

"And the meaning of 'Apyko'?" Eracules continued. "An Apyko is a procurer. A pimp, if you will. And that's me - I'm a premier-class procurer for those who can afford a special service. For the next week you will be part of that service."

"I will not," Tyler answered indignantly. "I won't willingly go with multiple men, and you can't make me."

"Oh, I think I can, Tyler," the Greek said with an evil little smile. "You may go back to the casino now, Harun. Thank you for attracting this morsel to our web. And ask Omar and the others to come in now."

Omar and the others?

As the luscious Harun backed out of the cabin, the burley bodyguard from the casino and three other hulking men - members of the Greek's ship crew - crowded into the cabin. They were all naked and in erection and all but Omar, the bodyguard, were grinning. He had a mean look on his face.

The realization hit Tyler that his silent joke that he was in the mood to take on the whole crew was about to become reality. He scrambled up toward the headboard of the bed. There really was no place to go, though.

"You and the men may work him over as you please, Omar. Don't damage him or leave marks. And as for you, Tyler," the Greek said, as he stood and walked to the cabin door, "Any time after the first hour that you want to pledge that you will live up to your contract for the week - any man, any place, any way - just let Omar know."

As the Greek left the cabin and shut the door behind him and Tyler's protests of horror found loud voice, Omar strode over to bed, grabbed Tyler's ankles and pulled him to the foot of the bed, spread-eagled his legs, and thrust his cock inside Tyler's channel, the channel already opened well by Harun's cock. One of the other men straddled his shoulders and forced a cock between his lips, stifling off his objections and reducing him to groans and sobs.

It was less than a half hour later, after three of the four had had him in quick succession and had moved to the back of the line for the next round that Tyler cried out his willingness to cooperate. Omar didn't hear him, though, until the full hour was up.

And even then, after saying he heard Tyler, Omar let two more men fuck him again, reducing Tyler to a moaning wreck with no fight or sense of control left in him.

The last of the goons out of the cabin, Omar, turned out the lights and Tyler rolled over on to his side, gathered himself up into a fetal position, and, eventually slept. He wasn't too happy with himself - because he had enjoyed the gang bang most of the way.

When he first woke, it was pitch black in the cabin still and the ship was moving. He had the brief sensation that he should panic at the knowledge that the ship was under way, but he really was just too exhausted to care. When he next woke, the ship no longer was moving and it was light in the cabin. He struggled up from the bed and went to a porthole, to find that the ship was now standing off an entirely different kind of coastal city than Monte Carlo. This was an Arab city, with pencil minarets piercing the blue, cloudless sky. The dominant colors of both earth and buildings were tan, white, brown, and ochre.

The cabin door opened, and the Greek, Cosmos Eracules, entered.

"Where are we?" Tyler asked. "And have you come to return the papers on my sailboat?"

"I have come to ensure that your pledge of cooperation to Omar last evening is to hold - whether I have to arrange another convincing session."

"I will cooperate. You said a week."

"Yes, but then you, no doubt, will want to work off the trip back to where your sailboat is."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we are standing off Algiers, in Algeria. You will spend out your week in a gentlemen's club here. But I believe I'm not presuming too much to think that you don't want to just be left in the club. That you'll want transportation back to Monte Carlo."

"Of course," Tyler murmured, with a shiver at the thought of being abandoned in an Algerian male brothel, high class or not.

"Transportation will cost you, of course. A sail to Tangiers, in Morocco, will cost a week in a Tangier's club. And then to Valencia and Barcelona, in Spain, and Marseille, in France. I estimate that in less than six weeks, you'll be back in Monte Carlo, reunited with your beloved sailboat."

"Six weeks as a male prostitute? You can't do that."

"Indeed I can," Eracules said as he moved back to the cabin door. With a harder voice, he continued. "If you chose to be a problem, I could have you tossed overboard right here and no one would ever know what happened to you. The crew wouldn't want to do that without being paid, of course. I'd have to give you to them for a couple of days first. And knowing what would ultimately happen to you, they wouldn't be as reserved as they were with you last night." And then in a softer tone, "You aren't a prisoner here, of course. You may have the run of the ship. If you wish breakfast, you may want to clean yourself up and come to the main cabin within the half hour."

When Tyler stumbled out of his cabin and found the main cabin of the large yacht, he found that he was only one of a half dozen young men who the Greek had procured for this trip.

* * * *

The setting was opulent. Tyler might have thought himself to be in the lounge or adjoining smoking room of a London gentlemen's club, if he had any idea what such rooms were like. A few European "members" were scattered about in evening wear, but most of the members of this men-only establishment were Arabs. Some were in European evening wear, but many were in the traditional stark-white robes of the Middle East. Tyler initially had wondered how the Arab men decided which style to wear until he learned that the more anxious of them went with the robes - with nothing under them. They could have him on his back on a bed and their dicks inside him within seconds of hearing the door click shut behind them.

One would think that the men in this club would be in conversation with each other on topics of politics and making money, but they all were focused on a dozen younger men, filtering among them, some serving drinks or savories, all stripped to the waist in the fashion of the Chippendale men of American male strip clubs.

Tyler was in such garb himself and was standing in a circle of club members who were ogling and floating around him, quietly bidding against each other.

But the master of the house cut through this swirl of men and applied an iron grip on Tyler's wrist. "Come with me. Your evening has been arranged."

Tyler was escorted up the stairs. He knew where this was going. This was only his third night in the gentlemen's club, but he had already been escorted up these stairs eleven times. At the end of each climb had been a small but well-appointed bedroom, with bathroom attached, and an Arab pulling a robe over his head, or half-dressed middle-aged man struggling out of his tux. Some had barely been able to penetrate him without ejaculating. Some, though, had been cruel, taxing, and long-lasting.

When he was led into the room, his first thought was that at least the man was in good shape and younger than any of the others Tyler had entertained in this room. He had his back to the door and was stripped to the waist.

When he turned, Tyler gasped, but at an eye signal from Axel Schmidt, he quickly gathered his wits about him and, to the best of his ability, didn't reveal that he knew his client for the next hour or two.

When the master of the house had withdrawn, Tyler began to speak, but Axel said in what was almost an angry voice, "Shut up and come here."

Tyler meekly walked over to Axel, who embraced him, and, after a deep kiss and the unzipping of Tyler's trousers and retrieval of his cock, moved his mouth to Tyler's ear as if sucking and biting on his earlobe. "We must assume the walls have eyes and ears. I've come to retrieve you."

"But the place surely is heavily guarded."

"I have men in place - you wouldn't believe what it cost to get a pass for each man into this brothel. I can summon help and we can leave together. But to put them off guard, I am going to fuck you."

"Yes," Tyler answered in almost a whimper.

"Hard."

"Yes."

After they had rolled on the bed in Axel's mastering and ravishment of Tyler that wasn't much harder than he normally would do - and that Tyler melted to - Axel stretched out along Tyler's body and the two murmured endearments with each other - interspaced with information.

"How? What?"

"I saw them put you on the Greek's ship, and I followed you across the Mediterranean," Axel whispered.

"You followed me?"

"Yes. I've decided you're the one. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth."

Tyler trembled at that. It might not have meant much to him a couple of days earlier. But now - in its demonstration - it meant the world to him. "You followed me in the Lucky Card, didn't you?"

"Yes. I acquired the muscle here to extract you. That took a couple of days."

"When I returned to the marina in Monte Carlo, you had taken the Lucky Card."

"Yes. I knew you'd gamble it away. Moving it was the only way I could think of to save you from yourself."

"But I don't own it anymore. The Greek procurer has the papers. He won't give them to me until he doesn't want me whoring for him anymore."

"No, he doesn't have the papers. After I moved the sailboat, I went to the casino. You were still playing. I went to the cashier's office and redeemed the papers."

"You paid for the Lucky Card?"

"Yes. But you may have the papers back. I won't hold that over your head to make you come with me - back to Austria. I want you to come with me."

"I can't let you pay for the Lucky Card," Tyler whispered.

"I intend for you to pay me back - on your back - in sex trade. But with me as the only customer. You were going to buy it back with sex anyway. Again, I want you to come to Austria with me. I want you to come in Austria for me - many times."

"Yes," Tyler answered with a sigh. Not only did the man completely control him in a fuck and have a horse hung cock, but he was masterful in Tyler's life too - and he had come for him.

"This wasn't so horrifying for you, was it? In some ways you enjoyed the adventure and the risk of it, didn't you?" Axel murmured.

Tyler didn't answer. He had to think about what Axel was saying. And, thinking about it, he couldn't deny a certain truth in what Axel said.

"Have you ever climbed an alp?"

"No," Tyler whispered.

"There are alps in my backyard. Climbing them can be a great risk. If you come with me, I'll take you climbing on the Alps. We'll put the Lucky Card in a marina in Nice. You can take her out any time you want."

Tyler sighed. "I've already said yes, that I'll come with you," he said. But the danger of climbing the Alps sounded good to Tyler too.