Sorry for the delay in getting the next Chapter but sometimes real life gets in the way. Hope you enjoy!
~*~*~*A King Goes Down...Part Two~*~*~*~
At noon the next day I hooked the laptop into my flat screen and turned it on testing my connections to the Royal Suite. The screen showed the three views I had chosen, the kitchen, living room and the master bedroom Lolly would be using. In addition to the cameras I had planted miniature listening devices throughout the space. The only thing I prayed was that Abdullah's team didn't sweep the place on arrival. I doubted the possibility since Abdullah pretty much shunned most modern technologies. Either way I still had my back up plan in place and didn't doubt for a minute that I was going to succeed in my goal. For some reason I was surprisingly relaxed considering the situation I was in.
A few hours later a door shutting drew me from my daydreams of happy times with Lawrence. I sat up and looked at the monitor - Prince Abdullah had arrived.
Five people were standing in the living room looking around, Abdullah, his manservant Fazil, and two men I guessed were his security. It came as no surprise to me that the fifth man was Matthew Whitlock.
"This will do." Abdullah said standing close to Matthew. I knew yesterday when I had planted the seed in Matthew's head about Abdullah that he was going to make a play for him. "You may show me around." It didn't surprise me that Abdullah spoke almost perfect English. Like me, Abdullah was a master of many languages.
One of the security personnel took his position in the lobby while the other made his way around the suite. Fazil went to the bedroom to sort out his master's belongings.
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Matthew and Abdullah walked around the suite inspecting the rooms speaking at length about Atlanta, its history and if he had any spare time, things to do. Matthew of course offered to be Abdullah's personal guide during his stay.
Abdullah wasn't a man that wasted time stalking willing prey. If he wanted someone and sensed they were amenable, he immediately got to the point. It took all six minutes before he had Matthew pinned against the wall in the butler's pantry pushing his hard body against Matthew's. Abdullah at six foot three towered over Matthew's five foot seven compact but handsome frame. I predicted correctly that Matthew was just the type of man Abdullah would be attracted to.
"You like men, yes?" Abdullah stated. Matthew nodded barely able to contain his excitement. "And you are clean?"
"Yes Sir, I get tested every three months and was just recently tested." Mathew appeared pleased.
"You want me?" Abdullah whispered. He was a breath away from Matthew and licked his tongue out flicking against his ear. Matthew nodded again relishing the sensual touch. "You will go to your boss and tell him I need you to help me with correspondence this afternoon. When you have done this you will join me in my room and be mine. If you satisfy me I will keep you for my visit. If you don't I will make sure that you will lose your job here."
Matthew wasn't the least bit worried about losing his job. He only saw this giant of man dominating him.
"Suck me now. Show me that you can satisfy my cock." Abdullah took a step back and open his thawb. Matthew didn't even hesitate to drop to his knees and take Abdullah thick hard cock into his mouth.
"Yes, take all of me. Show me how you take a real man." Lolly moaned pushing his full length into Matthew's mouth. Matthew just looked up at Lolly, content that his mouth was full and he was making this gorgeous man moan.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth now." He said a moment later grabbing Matthew by the ears and started pounding into his mouth. Matthew took everything in stride, sucking, licking and swallowing everything that Lolly gave him. When he shot his load and Matthew licked him clean he pulled the boy up and pressed him into the wall again.
"You CAN suck cock...that makes me very happy. I like to wake up every morning to a mouth on my cock - are you willing to do that?"
"Yes Sir." Matthew answered scared at first to look at Abdullah in the eye but finally managing the courage.
Abdullah smiled and kissed Matthew, drawing his tongue into his mouth. "I love to taste my cum on another's tongue." Matthew was seeing stars.
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Abdullah dismissed Matthew and joined Fazil in the bedroom.
"I have found someone to fuck while I am here." He announced as he stripped himself of his thawb. Fazil smiled.
"He will serve your needs...but will he keep your secrets when you are gone?" Fazil was the pragmatist of the two of them.
"I have you and my security to deal with that. He is a nothing so when I am done with him he can be thrown in the trash" Abdullah hesitated a moment remembering the boy's hot mouth on his cock and added, "Who knows...maybe he will please me enough that I will want him for my stable - he does know how to suck cock...Bashir will want to retire one day and this boy could be a perfect replacement."
"I will speak with the boy when he returns." Fazil said.
"Thank you Fazil." Abdullah lay down on the freshly made bed with Abdullah's bedding and pillows from home and watched Fazil finish unpacking his things. "Will you prepare my shower? I want to be ready when the boy returns."
"Of course my Lord." Fazil exited the room to the bathroom and silence blanketed the room.
Fazil waited in the bathroom for his master to finish his shower and helped him dry off then rubbed moisturizing lotion over his entire body making sure to massage the lotion to his cock and balls. At one time he was one of Abdullah's chosen ones, now he had to idly stand by and watch him fuck the younger more virile men. He wished he could drop to his knees and suck his master's cock like the boy had just done but Abdullah wanted no part of him sexually anymore.
Back in the bedroom Abdullah grabbed his cell phone. He pushed two numbers and waited for the person on the other end to answer. "Have you found him yet?" He asked in Arabic. "Why is it so difficult to find one fucking person?...I know...I know he's trained not to be found if he doesn't want to be found. What about the young kid...Simonson? Have you found him yet? Do you think he's with Mitchell?" There was silence while Abdullah listened. "Fuck!" He yelled a moment later. "Why is it that everyone I want is disappearing? This is your last warning...you are going to find Aaron Mitchell or Garrett Simonson or you won't need to worry about anything else for a long long time. Do I make myself clear?" Abdullah clicked the phone off and appeared to be counting to ten to calm himself.
It worried me that he was looking for Lawrence also. What did Lawrence have that Abdullah wanted? More importantly...why had he disappeared also?
I looked up to the monitor and watched Abdullah dial another number.
"Hello my friend...peace be with you with all of Allah's blessings." He said in perfect English calmly and reserved. "I am looking forward to seeing you on Thursday...yes it has been a long time...I'm calling because I need your assistance with something...yes I know it's difficult for you to help me but this should be an easy one for you...I need to find Aaron Mitchell...yes I know he's on everyone's watch list, but for our plan to work perfectly I need him here in Atlanta...I don't know...have your fucking NSA tap every phone line in American...I don't care I just need him...sooner rather than later..." I could tell that once again Abdullah was losing his temper. "Listen you are the leader of this fine country of yours...if you want to remain the commander and chief then you better find him!" He took a deep breath and calmed himself down, apologized for his rash outburst blaming it on too many hours of travel and quickly ended the conversation.
"Fazil" he yelled. Fazil hurried into the room bowing immediately to Abdullah. "I need our man our last operative here taken care of. He has done nothing to solve our problem and we can't leave anyone behind that will lead back to me. I want him taken care of now."
'Yes my Lord." He said backing out of the room.
"Where are you Aaron Mitchell?" Abdullah muttered to himself. Standing he began pacing around the large suite. "How have you managed to elude me?" His cock was hard, was it because he was thinking about me? He looked across the room, right to where I had planted the camera and stared straight at it. Had he detected it? Turning he walked over to the bed and laid down again. His hand planted firmly on his cock.
A light knocking on the door jarred his thoughts. He yelled out enter and a moment later Matthew Whitlock walked into the room
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Prior to being shown to Prince Abdullah, Matthew was greeted at the door to the suite by Fazil, Prince Abdullah's manservant. He walked him to the balcony that overlooked Peachtree Street and the two of them stood outside watching traffic. Fazil, in an uncharacteristic sign of affection draped his arm around Matthew's shoulder.
"My Prince is a very private man." He started the conversation with. "He hopes that you too will be private about anything that might transpire between the two of you."
"Of course" Matthew mumbled not sure if this was a request or a threat but a moment later he deepest fears were confirmed.
"It's a lovely view from up here...I wonder...has anyone ever fallen from this balcony?"
The threat had arrived.
Not wanting to let Fazil see him upset he readily answered that in the history of the hotel there had been no recorded suicides. Fazil simply smiled and showed him back into the suite. The message had been delivered and received.
