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It has been a while since I recommended any stories. I finished "Tears from Heaven" a while back and megsjedi has written a sequel to it with my blessings. Please check out "When My Heart Beats Like A Hammer". She has done an excellent job with it, taking it in a new direction. I hope you like it as I do.

Next, please check out "Down & Out in Buffalo" and "Hungry like the Wolf" by Shinoda Shensi. They are great stories, amusing and titillating, among so many others that she has written. Also, please read "Nightmare" by Infection13.

And last, but not least, thank you all for your kind reviews! Now on to the next chapter!

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Chapter 21

Jeff sat on the cushioned chair meekly, staring at his reflection in the mirror while the ladies worked on him. They had applied kohl around his eyes and painted his lips a dark ruby red. His bright yellow corn hair was brushed till it shone and they had weaved flowers into it. He guessed they were magnolia as they emitted a delightful fragrance.

Earlier on, they had brought him sweet pastries and he had wolfed them down hungrily and downed two cups of the fragrant chamomile tea offered to him. Once he had his fill, they coaxed him into a warm tub of scented flowers. He was hot and grimy and he welcomed it, luxuriating in it for almost half an hour. They finally took him out, dried him and made him lie down on a mat placed on the floor and proceeded to massage scented oil all over his body with skilful hands. Jeff remained docile under their ministrations. The massage made his body tingly and he felt a lot calmer than before. They finally dressed him in a chiffon yellow tunic, decorated with exquisite sequins and beads, which fell just below his knees. He wasn't allowed to wear anything underneath it, much to his chagrin.

The ladies studied him critically and were pleased with their efforts. Jeff looked very pretty and smelled really good and they knew their master would be pleased. They twittered happily in their tongue, looking forward to a night of feasting and dancing. As they gave last-minute touches to his hair and makeup, one of them filled his cup once again with the pot of warm chamomile tea that sat nearby and urged him to drink up. Obediently, he took it from her and sipped it. Unknown to him, a special herb was added to the mix, the effects of which made him relaxed and acquiescent.

They led him to the bed and coaxed him to lie down on the fresh white silk sheets with gold trimmings. Once he was settled comfortably, they released the netting that was folded to one side of the bed, shrouding him behind it. The ladies then went about lighting scented candles around the room and finally, taking one last quick look around to make sure the setting was perfect, they left, closing the door behind them quietly. Lulled by the peace and quiet and with his body in a relaxed state, Jeff's eyes slowly fluttered close and he drifted off to sleep.

In another part of the mansion, the household was bustling with activity. People were rushing around, laying food, drinks, plates and cutlery on a seated platform surrounding a huge stage where the dancers and singers would provide entertainment for the night. The festivities would be held outdoors as the nights were warmer than usual and it would be more comfortable outside. Members of the harem were all dressed to the kilt with heavy make-up and decked out in their jewelry. Their job was to entertain their master and his guests and keep them happy. The festivities would begin once their master made his appearance on stage to announce the new addition to his harem. The celebration would go on till the early hours of the morning and everyone would get to sleep in late the following day.

The door opened and Benuaji stepped into the room, dressed loosely in an elegant pearl white silk tunic over same colored pants. As he approached the bed, two women followed him from behind and awaited his instructions. Benuaji stopped in front of the bed. He could see Jeff behind the netting. His hair was fanned out over the pillow and he was sound asleep. He gestured and the ladies moved up to remove his clothes. He stood proud and naked as the ladies pushed the net aside for him to enter, bowing in reverence. Once he stepped through, they closed the net and left quietly, shutting the door behind them soundlessly.

Benuaji studied the undisturbed boy for a moment before moving to join him on the bed. Jeff didn't stir. Benuaji bent to press a kiss against his mouth as his hand reached down to pull his tunic up to his waist. He caressed the smooth skin of his thigh as he whispered against his lips, "Wake up, my sweet." His manhood jutted at half-mast in anticipation.

Jeff sighed as he slowly came awake. His lids fluttered open and his eyes wavered with confusion as he realized it wasn't John who was in the bed with him. It finally registered that the man who lingered above him and touching him inappropriately was none other than his kidnapper. He tried to move, to push him away but his limbs felt useless, refusing to obey his command. He whimpered in dismay when Benuaji pushed his legs apart and moved between them. "Noo…" he protested, shaking his head fervently.

Benuaji didn't heed him but stroked the inside of his thigh with featherlike touches, while his other hand reached up beneath the tunic to brush against his nipple, pinching and rubbing it into a hardening nub. "I'll change your mind soon enough," he said in a hushed whisper and peeled the tunic off Jeff before lowering his head and started working on a nipple. He sucked on it vigorously as his fingers toyed with the other.

Jeff gasped and arched towards his mouth, unable to control his reaction. He whimpered when Benauji tugged at his nipple with his teeth before gently massaging it with his tongue and lips. He felt his hands glide down his sides, moved to the back of his knees and folded his legs up. Benuaji held them with one hand while the other moved down between his legs to brush lightly against his hole. Jeff squirmed in protest. "No … please no ..." but Benuaji ignored his pleas and worked a finger in carefully. Penetration was made easy by the body oil lavished on his body. Jeff cried out softly when he worked two more fingers into him, working deep within him. Jeff fought against the building tide of pleasure. He didn't want this, not with this man but Benuaji was relentless. He knew which buttons to push, continuing to tease his nipples with his mouth and teeth as his fingers worked their magic below and within a short space of time, he had Jeff moaning and writhing with pleasure against his fingers. He smirked as he pulled them out, having sufficiently prepared him. He knew exactly what he was doing and being the skilful lover that he was, there was no way Jeff would resist him, tried as he might.

Strange as it was, Benuaji would never give it a second thought to shoot or knife a person in the heart, but in the bedroom with his chosen one, he was a totally different person. He would be gentle, romantic and aimed to please, loving nothing more than giving pleasure and having it reciprocated. He was a caring and thoughtful lover and was considered a good master by his harem. He took care of them, lavishing them with clothes and jewelry and they in turn, held him with the utmost respect and gave him their undying devotion. They knew they couldn't find a better master in him and counted themselves more fortunate than their counterparts taken in by other sheikhs, some of whom were callous in their treatment towards them.

"Please… I don't want this," Jeff made a last attempt to get him to stop, panting with his exertions.

"Don't fight me, I promise you will enjoy this" and Benuaji buried himself to the hilt, groaning out loud with pleasure as the tight walls closed around him in a vice grip. Jeff cried out, trembling as the cock penetrated him deep to the core. Benuaji immediately started a fast pace, plunging in deep and hard with each thrust. He had Jeff's legs over his shoulders, had his hips up high and was slamming down with enough force to rock the bed. Forbidden pleasures escalated within and Jeff fought to suppress them but to no avail. Beads of perspiration rolled down Benuaji's face as he picked up the pace, emitting growls from the back of his throat. His eyes were glazed over with lust and he was pounding into the boy with zest and determination. It was too much for Jeff to hold back any longer. Each thrust hit his prostate, bringing him that much closer to the peak. Blinded with lust, he could do nothing but respond to it, arching his hips urgently to meet Benuaji's thrusts. His response heightened Benuaji's ardor and he slammed down harder, deeper, rocking the whole bed and sending the springs squeaking in protest. Jeff cried out as he came, his walls clenching tightly around Benuaji's manhood and outdoing him. Benuaji roared as he shot spurts after spurts of hot seeds into the tight canal, filling him with his family jewels. Having emptied his load, he panted harshly as he pulled out and collapsed beside Jeff. He moved after a while and slid a finger into Jeff's hole. Squishing sounds were heard as his jewels dribbled out over his finger. He raised the finger wet with cum, "This is my gift to you. You belong wholly to me now. I'm your master and you will obey me from now henceforth." He forced his finger into Jeff's mouth, making him swallow his cum. "Now rest. I have to attend to my guests. The ladies will come and help you dress and I'll summon for you later. Make sure you're at your best and make me proud" and he was gone.

Jeff lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed. Tears leaked from the corners and slowly tracked down his cheeks. He had been turned into a slave, a sex slave and he had never felt so low in his life. Shame filled him. Why did he submit to him? And in doing so, he had betrayed John. Feelings of despair and helplessness overwhelmed him. He was trapped. Would anyone come to save him? It set his mind reeling that he would never see Matt, John and Pauly again. He burst into tears. What was going to happen to his little puppy? Matt would be too busy to care for it and Pauly and John would eventually go back to their own lives in the States. His sobs turned into wails and it didn't take long before the ladies in waiting heard him and came rushing in to check what was wrong. They found him in a horrific state. His kohl ran in dismal black smears down his face and his lipstick was smudged. His nose was runny and his hair disheveled. The flowers in them looked just as miserable as its owner. They tried to pacify him but to no avail. Jeff lay there, clutching at his pillow and bawling his heart out. If master heard him, they would all be in trouble! In desperation, one of the women ran out and came back with a huge woman. She was aghast to see him in such a sorry state. Master would be very angry if he saw him looking like that. Lumbering quickly towards him, she sat down and pulled him towards her huge bosom. Jeff offered no resistance and just kept on sobbing. She clucked at him disapprovingly before crooning softly to him, rocking him in her arms. Soon, he quiet down, his sobs dying into sniffles. It was a long time ago but he vaguely remembered his mother singing and rocking him to sleep. He felt comforted by it. The ladies sighed with relief and set about cleaning him up. He resisted when they tried to redo his make-up.

"Master will get angry and punish us," the matron lady spoke in faltering English. Jeff realized that he would get them into trouble and relented. She smiled at him and continued to hold him as the others fussed over him. They wiped him down with warm towels, cleaned his face and redid his make-up, brushed his hair and weaved fresh flowers into it. Finally, they brought him a change of clothing; a short-sleeved satin green tunic that buttoned down in front that fell and hugged his waist, with wide Arabian pants of the same color. They began to deck him in jewelry, clasping gold anklets and wrist bangles with beautiful motifs engraved on them around his wrists and ankles. They clinked merrily against each other at any movement. All done, they stood back to admire their handiwork. He was all pretty again. Their master would be very pleased.

The matron gave a command and they bustled out to fetch food and drinks. "You must eat, it will be a long night," and she fed him pieces of curried meat and vegetables folded into the rice with her fingers. Jeff allowed himself to be handfed. The ladies stayed with him during the duration, keeping him company as they chatted among themselves in excited tones. Having eaten his fill, Jeff mustered the courage to ask the matron figure, "What's going to happen to me?"

She paused, trying to find the right words to tell him and finally said, "You stay here. Master takes care of you and all of us. Good Master, don't worry." At that moment, they heard a loud gong reverberating through the house. "It is time," the matron announced and stood up before helping Jeff to his feet. "Master summons, you must go to him. We will take you there." She beamed proudly at him as she urged him along, "He wants to show you off. Make him proud. Make all of us proud!"

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They faced a huge problem. The whole place was lighted up like the fourth of July. How were they going to slip in without being noticed?

John cursed for the umpteenth time as he surveyed the grounds through his binoculars. There seemed to be a party going on and it was held outside in the sprawling lush gardens. Lights and candles lit up the whole place, and a grand stage sat in the middle of the large dining area set out under the stars. The performers on stage were beating on the drums and blowing their horns as the women in their glittery glory shook and shivered their hips to the beat. The guests were seated on the ground on mats as girls went around serving them, tending to their needs. There must be at least a hundred people on the grounds.

"How are we going to get past them?" John lowered his binoculars with a frustrated sigh.

"We could try and blend in," Jay answered nonchalantly as he scanned the place with his binoculars. John threw him an incredulous look of disbelief.

Adam shook his head. He knew he would regret asking but he decided to humor his friend. "And how do you propose we do that? If you haven't noticed, we are fair skinned and are either blonde or brunette. We'd stick out like sore thumbs!"

Jay lowered his binoculars and grinned at them sheepishly. "We could steal their garb and cover ourselves from head to toe."

"Oh yes, and get ourselves shot because of our blue eyes," Adam said sarcastically. "No, we just have to wait till the party is over and everyone is in bed before we try to move in."

"We really don't have a choice," Drew agreed, his eyes still glued to his binoculars.

Randy tapped him impatiently on the shoulder. "Can I take a look?" Drew handed over his binoculars willingly.

Matt, Chris, Stephen and Paul were on the other side of the hill looking down the mansion. They were scouting the place from another angle, paying close attention to the front gate while John and his team were watching the back.

"I wish we have some means to communicate with each other," John said in a worried tone. They didn't have the necessary equipment and their main concern was that they had no way to warn the others if one of them got into trouble.

"It's him!" Randy called out urgently as he studied the scene below him. He lowered the binoculars and spoke in an excited voice as he handed them back to Drew. "It's that guy, Benuaji! He's down there on the stage, all dressed in white, but I don't see Jeff with him."

All eyes went back to the binoculars. "He's quite the looker," Jay said, his voice tinged with admiration as his eyes zeroed in on the man.

"Jesus Jay!" Adam shook his head in disbelief. "This is not the time for man-watching."

"He is a looker!" Jay insisted, his eyes still peeled on the man. "Damn, just look at him in all his glory! All that wealth and power … With a man like that, I would be set for life. Hmm … I wish he had snatched me instead. Just give me ten minutes with him. I'm sure I can convince him to replace Jeff with me," and he licked his lips in a salacious manner.

Drew stifled back his laughter as Adam slapped his face in exasperation. Randy rolled his eyes at his friend and said, "You're hopeless, Jay, that's all I can say. Sometimes, I feel embarrassed for you. You are a cock slut, period."

Drew and Adam snorted with laughter and even John had to grin under the circumstances.

Jay lowered his binoculars and grinned, unaffected by Randy's harsh comments. "You can't blame a guy for wanting it so badly when he hasn't been getting any for a while." He looked over at Drew. "Want to change your mind?"

Drew put up his hands and shook his head laughingly. Jay sighed. "Oh well, it's your loss. Anyways, back to that Benuaji guy. With the way I'm feeling lately, I could do him in five, or, he could do me in five. It works for me either way." Everyone groaned at his remarks.

"Hello," Adam covered his ears, "that's a totally icky thought! Please shut up Jason."

They heard someone coming and whoever it was had no intention of being discreet in his approach. They drew out their guns and waited with bated breath. Paul lumbered into view noisily moments later.

"Paul, you are as noisy as they come," John gave him a frown of disapproval as he put his gun away.

"I want you guys to hear me coming. You might have shot me if I had surprised you," Paul retorted as he settled down beside them. "They sent me over. What's the plan?"

"Wait till everyone goes to bed," Adam answered. "We don't have any other option. They're having a party."

Randy chewed on his lips thoughtfully. "We don't know when the party will end. What if they go to bed in the morning? We won't be able to get in without being spotted in the daytime," he pointed out.

"That's the risk we have to take," Drew said. "We call it as we go along. Tell Matt to sit tight. We will let him know when we're ready to move in."

"Hold it boys!" Jay called out excitedly. He was looking intently through the binoculars. "Bingo! It's Jeff! They just brought him out!"

All eyes fell to the scene below them through the lens, except for Randy and Paul. There were not enough binoculars to go around. They watched as Jeff was led to the stage where Benuaji stood waiting. His guests applauded as he introduced him.

Jeff felt everyone's eyes on him as he was led forward. He was scared and nervous. There were murmurs and inquiring looks from the onlookers until Benuaji raised his hand to get their attention. "I would like all of you to bid welcome to my latest addition." The crowd responded with applause and cheers. A nod from Benuaji and a lady came forward, bearing an exquisite box sitting atop a gold-plated tray lined with a silk cloth. Benuaji opened the box and removed a diamond and emerald crusted collar before turning to Jeff. "This is my gift to you. You will henceforth be known as 'Jewel'" and he fastened the collar around his neck. The crowd cheered.

"John, where are you going?" John was on his feet. "Wait!" Randy grabbed him before he could take off. He didn't see what happened below but something must have upset John, who was trembling visibly with rage.

"Bastard put a collar on him! I'm going down there to blow his brains out! Let go of me!" He tried to dislodge Randy's grip but he held fast to him.

"So, you're just going to rush in and start shooting, is that it?" Paul glared at him.

"I have to get him out! It's so humiliating to put him through that!" John's eyes flashed with fury.

"I know it's difficult not to react when you see something like that but you have to try and calm down," Randy said sympathetically. He knew that if it was his mother down there, he might have reacted the same way as John.

Paul gave John's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. "I know how you feel but we can't afford to be rash. This may be our only chance to get them out but our chances don't look good. The damn place is guarded like a fortress! Even if we can get in, it's going to be task trying to get out."

Sighing, he decided to tell them. "We were talking back there and Matt has more or less made up his mind. He says he will give everything up to get Jeff back but I can see that it pains him to do so. He feels he's letting his father down."

"I know it's a hard decision to make, but Matt must know that he might not get Jeff back even if he gives into their demands. I, for one, do not trust them to keep their word. We might have a chance to get everyone out but I just wish we have some back-up from the authorities," Drew sighed. Paul digested that thought and got to his feet suddenly.

"Where are you going?" John asked.

"I'm going to see if I can get more help. If Matt asks, tell him I'm taking one of the cars. I'll be back and hopefully, with reinforcements."

For a big man, he moved fast and was soon out of sight. They had no idea what he had in mind but they prayed he would come back with the much needed help. Everyone settled down to wait.

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Jeff fiddled uncomfortably with the collar around his neck. He wanted to remove it but Sazlinda, he found out the matron's name, told him that he must not take it off unless Master Benuaji gave him permission to do so. She warned him that he would be punished otherwise. He was sent back to his room immediately after Benuaji bestowed his gift on him. Sazlinda told him to wait in his room, Master Benuaji would visit him again much later. She advised him to take a nap and left with the others to join in the celebrations. Jeff found himself locked in when he tried the knob. He should have known they wouldn't leave the door unlocked. It looked like he wasn't going anywhere. Resigned, he changed into a comfortable shift which they had left for him and climbed into bed. His mind kept turning through the day's events which made him feel completely miserable. He wondered if John and Matt were looking for him right now. They and little Thor occupied his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep. He didn't hear the door open as three men stepped quietly into his room. His mind registered vaguely a sharp prick at his arm before total darkness claimed him.

An hour and a half later when Benuaji walked in, he found an empty room. He shouted for security and ordered for a search to be made immediately, but Jeff was nowhere to be found. He flew into a rage and wrecked the place, destroying everything in his path. When he finally got himself together, he forced himself to think. Who could have taken Jeff away? Did Matt Hardy get the upper hand over him this time? Did he turned the tables on him and snatched his brother back right under his nose? It was probable but highly unlikely that they could have walked in without anyone noticing them. He dismissed that angle and thought of other probabilities and somehow, they led him to Rishabh. Was he responsible for stealing Jeff? Benuaji knew that Rishabh disapproved of his feelings for Jeff but he really didn't care. He was attracted to the boy and he refused to give him up regardless of what anyone had to say. Jeff had suddenly gone missing and he knew that it was Rishabh who was behind his disappearance. Jeff stood between them, a thorn in his flesh and knowing Rishabh as well as he did, he knew he would find a way to rid the thorn. He had underestimated him for once.

Rishabh was staying in his house as his guest and Benuaji immediately headed to his room to seek him out, but to his fury, he found that he had already left with his bodyguards. Rishabh didn't even bother to inform him, which convinced Benuaji that he had to be the one who had taken Jeff. He ordered for his car to be brought around, intending to head out to Rishabh's house in Zagora to confront him and get Jeff back.

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Matt and the others didn't give much thought to the first limousine leaving the house about two hours ago. They firmly believed that Jeff would be held there until Matt agreed to the terms for his release. But when the second limousine left the place with Benuaji in it, they were suddenly alarmed.

Matt made a decision. He decided to take one of the cars and follow Benuaji. Chris wanted to go along and he readily agreed. He left instructions for Stephen to tell the others to move in and search when the opportunity came.

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Fifteen miles away, a limousine pulled into a private airstrip. Rishabh stepped out of it and his men hurriedly went to the boot to carry out the unconscious boy into the private jet. Earlier on, Rishabh had left instructions for his jet to be on standby. He knew that Benuaji might suspect him of taking the boy and the first place he would look was his house in Zagora. Good. He would be there to receive him but Benuaji would not find the boy there. He had arranged for the boy to be taken instead to his birthplace in Riyadh, where his parents resided while he continued his journey to his own house in Zagora to wait for Benuaji. Since he couldn't knock sense into him, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He would make sure that Benuaji and the boy didn't get together.

As he watched the jet take off, he started to have some misgivings. He was putting their plans at risk by taking the boy far away. If Matt Hardy insisted on seeing his brother before signing the papers, it would prove a problem. There was no sense worrying about it now, he thought to himself as he climbed back into the limousine. He was confident he would think of a way to get around it. He just couldn't bear to watch Benuaji make a fool of himself any longer. Benuaji would soon forget the boy and all would be well between them again. Yes, he was sure he would forgive him.

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