The Night with Stephen
The following evening, it was Étienne's turn to be summoned to the private chambers of Emir Hassan Al-Faisal. Étienne, his heart pounding with apprehension and defiance, appeared at the gold-patterned door. He knew what awaited him, but he was determined not to submit as easily as his comrades.
The Emir, dressed in his black leather harness, jockstrap, and long boots, greeted Étienne with an enigmatic smile. He handed him an elegantly wrapped package, containing a set of black leather lingerie similar to the one he had given to Marc and Lucas.
"Étienne," he said in a deep, melodious voice, "tonight, you are mine. I want you to prepare yourself for me."
Étienne, his hands trembling, hesitated for a moment before taking the package. He knew he had to obey, but a part of him refused to submit without resistance.
Étienne prepared himself according to the Emir's instructions, putting on the harness, jockstrap, and knee-high boots. He fastened the collar around his neck, feeling the weight of the leash in his hand. However, his attitude remained defiant, and the Emir noticed.
"Étienne, you seem less docile than your comrades," the Emir observed. "But don't worry, I've planned something to help you submit."
With that, Malik entered the room, dressed in a full-body leather outfit that perfectly hugged the curves of his muscular body. His gaze was piercing, and his smile enigmatic.
"Malik will help me submit you," the Emir explained. He will hold you down and tie you up while I sodomize you. And to further subdue you, he will insert his penis into your mouth.
Malik approached Étienne, grasping him firmly by the arms. He forced him to his knees and secured his wrists with leather handcuffs. Étienne, feeling panic rising within him, tried to struggle, but Malik's grip was too strong.
The Emir positioned himself behind Étienne, gently caressing his buttocks before penetrating him. The sodomy was intense and painful, and Étienne couldn't help but cry out in pain. The Emir, satisfied, continued to move slowly, gradually increasing the pace.
Meanwhile, Malik positioned himself in front of Étienne, inserting his penis into his mouth. Étienne, overwhelmed by pain and humiliation, felt tears well up in his eyes. He tried to struggle, but Malik's grip and the Emir's penetration held him firmly in place.
Étienne's emotions were a whirlwind of anger, fear, and resignation. He felt betrayed, humiliated, objectified. The pain of sodomy and the humiliation of forced fellatio were unbearable, but he knew he had to submit to survive.
As the night progressed, Étienne began to feel a kind of forced submission. The pain and humiliation transformed into resigned acceptance. He knew he had to submit to avoid even greater suffering.
The Emir and Malik, satisfied with Étienne's submission, continued to manipulate and penetrate him, intensifying his pleasure and submission. Étienne, overwhelmed by the sensations, began to feel a form of pleasure in the pain and humiliation.
"You are mine," the Emir murmured, gently caressing Étienne's face. "And I am yours."
Étienne, his eyes filled with tears, felt a surge of gratitude and submission. He knew he was now bound to the Emir, not only by the chains of submission, but also by the emotional bonds that had grown between them.
The night ended with moments of tenderness and rest. The Emir, Malik, and Étienne, exhausted but content, fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace. Étienne knew his life had changed irrevocably, and that he must now accept his destiny as the Emir's slave.
