I started off doing some shopping. I was planning on doing some light cooking, and the menu included was mostly middle eastern food. I needed a spice, sumac, that is fairly hard to find unless you go to a market that specializes in middle eastern cuisine. I new a place that had Arabic writing on the sign in front of it, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
The bells on the door rang loud as I walked in. There was no air conditioning, and the sweet and spicy scent of cumin and other exotic spices filled the air. Out of the back room, a large man with maybe 5 days worth of stubble walked slowly to the front counter. He was sweating, fat and looked as though bathing wasn't a high priority.
"What is it you want?" he said to me on a condescending manner. His accent was as heavy as his large gut hanging over belt.
"I'm looking for a spice, sumac. Do you have any?" I said, trying to make the conversation as short as possible so I could get the hell out of there.
"Why, what do you want it for?" he said, almost acting like he was doing me a favor by getting it.
"Well, I want to make a fatoosh salad, and I need it for the dressing," I said bluntly, again trying to move on.
"Go to the back room, all the spices are back there," he said, looking at me up and down.
"Back here?" I said, pointing to the red door in the back of the store.
"Yes my friend, go through there, Jalad is back there and he will help you."
I walked through the door, and little did I know that I would be in the back room for the rest of the night. As I walked through, I saw a young man filling spice jars out of large sacks. He was absolutely gorgeous! Black hair, clean shaved, and the body of a god.
"What do you need?" he said to me standing up to greet me.
"Sumac please," looking at him, but trying to not show any interest.
"Come here, get a bag and take what you need," he said to me.
I walked over and scooped in one, then two cups of sumac into a plastic bag, then I heard the door open. It was the fat man.
"I've closed the store so we won't be bothered," he said bluntly to Jaled.
Now, I started to get nervous, but before I could protest, they each had one of my wrists, and were tying them behind my back.
"Now there my little bitch, you knew to come to this store for cock, not sumac, right?" Jaled said to me, looking menacing.
"I don't know what your talking about....please, don't hurt me," I said, beginning to panic. They could kill me and nobody would ever know.
"Hurt you? You are going to provide us with hours of pleasure boy!" the fat man said laughing.
Jaled was undressing, and what he pulled out of his pants was impressive. A large cock cock with a purple head and a thick veined shaft. They forced me to my knees and Jaled cock appeared in front of my face. "Now, take me in your mouth," he said as though I didn't know what to do.
