"Yes! It is criminal what can happen to such a gentle boy. They took advantage of him," Taj agreed with Mr. Hamad and rubbed a hand over my head between bites of his steak like I was his little brother. He was joining us for dinner and basking in the approval of his show's benefactor, the wealthy businessman of Satra. Taj was being his protective self, but also playing it up to agree with the man he someday hoped to work for. His reality show was a business one where the top prize was an internship at Mr. Hamad's company.
"And his father! I have never been so disappointed. Don't worry though, Kasper. You are with us now. We will look after you like our own children. You are safe here," Mr. Hamad assured as he put a hand to my cheek and looked at me with pity.
He'd spoken with my parents and explained my dilemma of how the show I was on used me to promote their porn site without my knowledge or consent. Dad quickly blew up and told Mr. Hamad that I was the family embarrassment. Mom immediately worried about what her friends and church group would think.
Just as I predicted, Mr. Hamad's assurances that I had been duped by the show fell on deaf ears with my parents. They assumed it was entirely my fault. They didn't even want to speak with me. I had worn them out with my antics. They thanked Mr. Hamad for siccing his legal team on the website to have me removed, but offered no sympathy or even asked how I was. They knew I was alive and being taken care of by an obviously well off Arab man. He had made it clear that I was in no danger and would be looked after.
"Of course he ended up naked on that site! He willingly went on a reality show that celebrates loose morals! Kasper always gets himself into stupid situations. He always makes the worst possible choices. He's exhausted us. I'm done with him, maybe you can sort him out!" I'd heard my dad yell through the video chat. Mr. Hamad tried to reason with him, explain the situation, but it was to no avail. They expected me to fail, to bring shame on our family. It's what I did.
Amir held a protective arm around me as we listened. He was shocked that neither of my parents came to my defense and my mom just worried about herself. He kept rubbing my chest and kissing my cheek. I wasn't surprised at all. I knew they'd blow up like that. They'd cool off eventually and act as though we were a happy family.
When Mr. Hamad hung up with them he just came out and shook his head in confused anger. He had assumed he could win my dad over. He moved towards me and pulled me away from Amir and into his embrace. I felt the pity through his protective hold.
"What kind of father!?" He asked himself with outrage. "To cast off his own son! No wonder you ended up in this!" He exclaimed as he kissed the top of my head and rubbed my shoulder. "Don't you worry, Kasper. We will take care of you. You need a strong parent to guide you through this. You have a home with us," he assured.
Taj had come after that. He'd brought my bag with all of my things. He hugged me as Mr. Hamad filled him in on the situation in Arabic. Taj was eager to prove his place there. He echoed Mr. Hamad's diatribe about how I was a wayward boy who never stood a chance without the proper fatherly direction. They described me like an orphan puppy. Taj agreed that I needed a strong hand; a family and tribe to belong to.
"You have tried to take care of him, look out for him," Mr. Hamad said. "It is obvious you come from a good family to always look out for the weaker boys. I knew on the show that you were of good character."
"Oh yes! I know right away the first evening... Kasper was good and darling boy. He looks so scared and tired when he shows up to my room. I give the bed above my own and quieted the room for his sleep," Taj said as though he had slain a dragon for me.
We settled in around the large dining table in the center of their suite. Taj sat next to Mr. Hamad and I was between him and Amir. Ali was by Amir and Emerson was at Mr. Hamad's side looking deceptively quiet. It was obvious to anyone who observed him closely that he held not only Mr. Hamad's heart but also his ear. The patriarch was fiercely protective of his husband, always checking to see if he was happy and cared for, but also considered him an advisor. He always moved his hands to sign translations of what was being said and looked for Emerson's response.
The twins were the same. Especially Ali, who always looked detached and bored with my situation, kept a protective proximity to Emerson. He was affectionate with his dad, putting his arm across the back of Emerson's chair and laying his head against his shoulder. They loved their fathers, but especially the deaf one. He was the focus of their attention, their protection. Mr. Hamad seemed to prefer it that way. They really were a sweet family.
Taj quickly adjusted to the situation. He didn't even flinch when he saw Mr. Hamad kiss his husband. The lure of success and his comfort with embracing new experiences had him at ease with the Hamad family. He was here to broaden his world and I was happy to help him.
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Bedtime was another story. Mr. Hamad seemed to think I needed to be tucked in early, even before Taj had left. He insisted I'd had a long and exciting day and needed my rest. He gave me and Amir five minutes alone on the patio before he would send me off. Amir led me out and closed the sliding glass behind us. He led me around to a quiet area away from the windows and pulled me in for a kiss.
"I'm so sorry about your dad," he said though he wore the dopey smile of our mutual attraction.
"It's ok. He'll cool off. He gets all ragey and then he settles down. He'll call us back in a day or two. He's really not that bad. I put them through a lot. They need a break from me," I offered and tried to kiss him again, but he moved his head to the side and held me against his chest. He was more interested in talking.
"Father will fix this! Don't you worry about anything. There's no way they'll get away with what they did to you. He'll make them pay for it," Amir assured as anger rose in his voice and his smile thinned out into a hard line.
"It's ok. I'm sure Michael just got caught up with making the show a success. It's been his dream. He probably just got into the porn stuff by mistake. He's been a good friend to me. I'm sure he will explain it." I shrugged. I was losing my anger the more I got lost in the Hamad's world. I also couldn't be upset about anything when Amir was holding me like this. I'd never had a family rally around to support me like this.
I smelled the cologne on his neck that made my dick hard. His strong arms around me, our chests pressed together, our bulges tenting as our hard shafts pressed against each other in our strained pants. Nothing could upset me. I rubbed my lips against his neck, licked a little at his salty skin.
"Aren't you upset, Kasper? They wronged you. They put you on display as a sex toy for older men. I got so angry thinking of strangers arousing themselves to your body... Why do you make excuses for Michael? For your father? For people who are so mean to you?" Amir asked and pulled back from me. He stepped away and threw his hands up. I stumbled when I lost his support. I didn't realize how precariously I was balanced against his hold. I fell against his chest and knocked him back into the wall. I'm a klutz.
