The Crystal Rainbow

By: Hank Horne
(© 2019 by the author)

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Foreword

Dear Reader, thank you for taking the time to read this story.  This is a sequel to my story, “Open Sesame.”  If you find you would like some of the background of the main characters and at times the others in the story, please read “Open Sesame” first so you will understand where these guys are coming from.  Enjoy!

Hank Horne

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The Crystal Rainbow has been up and running for more than a year, and there have been a number of adjustments made in that time.  When it was started, everybody was feeling their way in uncharted territory.  Grant Richards had been a news reporter and his partner, Majid Mustafa, was his cameraman.  Accidentally, they discovered a hidden cavern of untold riches in the Kurdish region of Iraq, near the Iranian border.  With the help of some Persian genies (also known as jinn), Majid and Grant started a gay night club, a resort-lodge, a video production studio, and got a staff of more than a hundred smoking hot studs to work for them.  They hired four brilliant, hunky men to work with them in running the hundred-acre facility — Majid’s cousin, Dildar, and his best friend/partner, Hassan, a former U.S State Department administrator, Jim, and a Canadian banker, Scotty.  While Grant and Majid are receiving a million dollars every day compliments of Septis, an evil jinni, the Lodge, night club and video productions are breaking even on actual expenses.  All salaries come out of Septis’ daily million-dollar contribution to the larder.   

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Chapter 1
Lodge Guests from California

There has been an interesting array of visitors who have stayed at the Lodge.  Hassan, the Lodge manager got a real surprise when two guests came in to register.  The reservation was under the name Alton Bates.  Mr. Bates was a big, ginger muscle biker with a neatly trimmed red beard.  His companion was a young, ripped twink, probably in his late teens or early twenties.  They had ridden up on a monster of a motorcycle, wearing full leather gear.

Hassan took one look at him as they came in the door and knew instantly where he had seen him before.  Los Angeles, CA.  The big dude with whom Grant had a wrestling match at a biker bar. 

‘How the hell did he show up here?’ Hassan thought.

“Good afternoon, sir,” Hassan greeted him.  “Can I help you?”

“Yeah.  I got a reservation for a room —the name’s Bates — Alton Bates.” 

“Yes, sir.  Your room is ready for you.  Please fill out this form and I’ll need to swipe your card.   Do you have any luggage you would like some help with?”

“Nah. My boy’s got all we need.  Which way to the room?”

Hassan turned to Viktor, the Lodge’s Chief of Security, handed him the room’s two key-cards and asked, “Vik, would you show these gentlemen to their room, 308, and make sure the room is in order?”  Each of the six levels of the Lodge is painted the color of a rainbow color — the top level is red and the bottom level is purple. The third floor is the green level.

“Be glad to,” Viktor replied as he took the key-cards and came from behind the Reception Desk.  “The elevator is this way, gentlemen.”

“Hey, Junior,” the big biker spoke to his young companion.  “The way you’re drooling, you’d like to have some fun with this guy, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir, Master Bates, sir,” the young hunk replied, hesitantly. 

“Hey, muscles, you provide any other services beside running errands for the boss?” the ginger biker asked.

“Da,” Viktor replied, emphasizing his Russian accent.  “I’m Chief of Security here.  I keep things peaceful at the Lodge.”

“You get into any one-on-one activity with the guests?” Big Red queried. 

“If necessary, I toss them out of here for disturbing the peace,” he answered.  “So far, I haven’t had to deal with that issue, and I hope I don’t — for the guest’s sake.”

“Oooh, the tough guy, huh?”

“Just doing my job.  I hope you’re not going to be my first … eviction.  Don’t cause any trouble and you won’t have to find out.  Just some friendly advice.  Here’s your room.  Everything seems to be in order.  The ice, snack and soda machines are near the elevator that we came up on.  Enjoy your stay.”  Viktor closed the door behind him, and as he walked toward the elevator, he spoke into his communicator.  “Activate security camera for 308 now – and record.”

When he got back to the lobby, he asked Hassan, “What’s with that guy?”

“That’s a great question.  I wonder why he’s here.  Last time I saw him was in California.”

“You know him?” Viktor asked in disbelief.

“Not really.  Grant beat him in a wrestling match at a biker bar, then he and Majid fucked him from both ends in front of a bunch of other bikers.  I wonder if Mr. Bates knows they are here?”

“The kid called him ‘Master Bates.’  Obviously, a slave situation,” Vik commented.

“Master Bates?  As in … masturbates?” Hassan laughed while pumping his fist in front of his crotch.  “Oh, that’s good!  I love it!”

“He asked me if I was available for a one-on-one with guests, but I evaded the real meaning of his question.” 

Hassan called Dildar. “Dil, do you know who just checked into the Lodge? (pause) Do you remember the big redhead biker who threatened Grant with fisting before their wrestling match in California? (pause) Right, Butch – Red.  He’s here with a boy toy or slave, whichever.  (pause) Viktor showed them to their room and they want a one-on-one with him.  (pause) Should we let Majid and Grant know, or let it ride until we can’t avoid telling them?  I’m thinking we need to let them know so they’re prepared should they run into them at the Club one evening.  (pause) Yeah, I’ll call Grant and you call Majid.  Talk to you later.”

Hassan then called Grant.  “Grant, one of your favorite fuck-buddies just checked into the Lodge.  You remember the big redhead biker in California that you threatened to fist after submitting him in the bar.  (pause) Riiight, Butch. His name is Alton Bates. Big Al-l-l-l!  He’s here with a young guy who’s either a boy-toy or slave.  The kid called him … ‘Master Bates.’ (pause) Yes, that kind of Master Bates. (pause) Vik has the security sound camera recording the room.  He doesn’t trust him.  Big Butch hit on him because the kid was interested in a romp with Vik. (pause) Yeah, I’ll let you know if they ask about going over to the Club tonight.  Later!”

Fabio came on duty for the evening shift and Viktor filled him in on Red/Butch/Al and Boy.  Just before Hassan left for the night, the two came down and asked about dinner at the Lodge or Club. 

“The menu here is larger than the diner, but you might want to try one tonight and the other tomorrow night,” Hassan told them.  “The show at the Club starts at nine o’clock and ends about three a.m.”

“You really surround yourself with muscle, don’t you?” Red asked as he checked out Fabio.  “Hey, do you make yourself available for some private time with your guests?” he asked the Italian hunk.

“That might be arranged sometime when I’m not on duty,” the Italian muscle stud said.  “It would of course be added on to your charges.  What did you have in mind?”

“The boy here would like to watch us fight for top – loser services winner.  You up for that?” he asked.

“And if I win, you both serve me?” Fabio stated.

“And when I win,” the redhead man proffered, “you service both of us.”

“Let the boss here know when you are prepared, and I’ll schedule it,” Fabio told them.  “The grassy area between the building here and the beach by the river should be good places for a workout.  Have a good evening.”

Vik and Fabio went back to their regular work while the biker pair left for the Club.

As soon as they left, Viktor called Grant.  “Hi, boss.  Viktor here.  The redhead guest and his boy just left for dinner at the Club. (pause) No problem. Proshchay.”

About 9:30 that evening, Grant and Majid walked into the Club, chatted a bit with the Security guys working the front desk and controlling the door into the bar.

“Did a redheaded biker and his boy come in for dinner upstairs?” Grant asked Halldór, the senior security guard at the Club. 

“They did and went into the bar about thirty minutes ago.  They used their Lodge keys as IDs,” Halldór replied.  “Is there a problem, boss?”

“Nope!  We met the big guy a couple of years ago.  We’ll go in and say ‘hi’ to them.”

Halldór buzzed them through.  Grant and Majid looked around the bar, spoke to the bartender who pointed them out across the room.  They came up behind the two and spoke.

“Hello, Butch,” Grant said, as he put a hand on the big man’s shoulder, firmly squeezing the trapezius.

The ginger biker looked up, a puzzled expression on his face, then recognition.  “What the fuck are you doing here?  Horny Hank, right?”  He stood and grabbed Grant in a bear hug. “Are you staying over at the motel?”   

“I’m here to ram my fist up your backside this time.  Has your hot kid got it opened enough for me?” Grant asked.

“Hell no!” he replied.  “But I’ve got his ready for your dick or fist, if you want it.”

“Nope.  It’s your ass I would want to plant my fist deep inside,” Grant responded.

“Not gonna happen, stud! Your dick was too much. What are you doing here?” Red asked.

“This is our place.  We run it,” Grant answered.  “How did you happen to show up here?”

“Saw some ads in the mags and a hot stud pictured.  So, I thought I’d make a trip east and check it out.  So, I’m here looking for some fun.”

“Found anyone to have fun with, besides your son here? Grant asked.

“Gotta match set up with one of the guys over at the motel for some time the next couple of days. He said he’d wrestle me like you did last year.”

“Somebody who’s staying there?

“Nah, one of the muscle guys you got working there.  He’s a hot fucker!  Sounded like he’s a Wop.  The boi and I are gonna enjoy working him over the way you and your buddy did me.”

“You got one of my guys to agree to it?” Grant asked, surprised.

“Yeah.  The big Russian hulk said all he does is toss guys out of the place.  The shorter guy said he’d take me on.  I’m gonna like plugging his tight ass while he sucks the boi off.”

“What if he wins – like I did?”

“Ain’t gonna happen.  You the only one who’s ever make me submit and it ain’t gonna happen again.  You taught me some great tricks to use,” Red replied.

“Let me know when this is going to happen and where.  I want to be there.”

“He said something about on the lawn down toward the river.”

“We’ll see you then.  Have a nice evening, young man,”  Grant said as he gently rubbed the twink on his ass, then he and Majid moved on to chat with some other people.

The next morning, I got a message, “2:30 today west lawn of Lodge.  Fabio & Bates.”

Majid and Grant were there at 2:00 to make sure they didn’t miss anything.  Fabio was in the office with Hassan, ‘dressed’ in a rainbow harness.  Both men stood as the ‘bosses’ came in.  Everyone took a seat. 

“So, what’s going on here?” Grant asked.

“Your ginger biker from LA is staying here.  He loves to wrestle and fuck his opponents, as you know,” Hassan clarified.  “When Viktor didn’t take him up on the offer, he saw Fabio and got his offer accepted. At two thirty they’ll get a repeat of LA, only with another hot stud who will do the honors with the fist this time.”

Grant and Majid looked concerned.  “Will your fist tear up his rectum?” Majid asked Fabio.

“No, sir.  I will loosen him up and numb his opening with my pre-cum, so he’ll just feel an ache and some real pain.  I get the feeling he likes everything rough and I’ll give it to him rough.”

“You might have to carry him up to his bed,” Grant joked.

“I’ll let his ‘boi’ do that.”

“You could also let his ‘boi’ fuck his face at the same time, like I did for Red and Grant,” Majid added.

“I like that idea.  Thanks.”

“Shall we gather on the grass by the river?” Grant suggested. 

Everyone stood and moved out toward the Chattahoochee, leaving Viktor to man the front desk.  A few minutes later, Red/Butch and his boy showed up, both wearing their leather harnesses.  The boy was being led by the chain attached to his studded leather collar.

Red/Butch came over to Grant and Majid and asked, “Would one of you hold onto the boi for a few minutes?”

“I’ve got him,” Majid replied as he took the chain lead from the ginger biker.

Red/Butch was a head taller than Fabio in his boots, but Fabio was barefooted.  When the biker got out of his riding gear, they were about the same height.  It was then that he noticed Harley, one of the DJs at the Club, standing in the group also wearing his motorcycle riding gear.  He walked over to him and extended his hand.

“I’m Butch.  Glad you’re here for the fun.”

“I’m Harley.  Wouldn’t have missed it for anything.  Lay it on him, bro! I’ll help pick up the pieces,” Harley chuckled.

Fabio looked at Harley, then flipped him ‘a bird,’ while mouthing, ‘Fuck you!’

“You got that right!” Red/Butch hollered as he faced Fabio.

The two men took the neutral position and as soon as their hands touched each other’s shoulders, Butch rammed his knee in Fabio’s abs, then followed up with his shin in the crotch.  This combination bent Fabio double. Butch immediately brought his other knee up into his opponent’s face.  Fabio went to the ground.  Then Butch did the dumbest thing he could do – he took a page from The Professional Wrestlers’ Handbook and paraded around flexing his muscles and showing off for the onlookers.  This gave Fabio some recovery time.  When Butch approached him again, Fabio swung an extremely strong uppercut to the midsection, doubling up the redhead.  That was followed up by a strong rabbit punch which put Butch to his knees. 

Fabio paused long enough for Butch to stand on wobbly legs, then delivered a flying back kick and followed by a spinning hook kick.  That put the big ginger biker’s ass in the grass.  Fabio grabbed his feet and legs, forcing them over his head.  The young security guard yanked Butch’s leather codpiece revealing a more than impressive erection dripping precum.  He positioned his own manhood at the entrance to the older man’s rear entrance, letting his precum take effect, then forcing his way into the stunned biker.  Fabio pounded the biker’s tight ass as hard as he could, causing Butch to groan with excruciating pain as each intrusion forced itself through the not-so virgin entrance.

“Say it!” Fabio demanded.

“Never,” replied Butch.

Fabio pulled out and rammed back in.  “Say it!”

“Fuck no!” was Butch’s response.

Fabio repeated the forced movement and demand as he yanked on the nipple rings attached to the ginger fir-covered chest.  “Say it, cupcake, or you know where this goes!”  Fabio had his middle finger through the nipple ring in Butch’s left tit as he twisted it into a fist.

In barely a whisper, Butch muttered, “I submit.”

Fabio rammed him again and jerked the nipples harder this time.  “I didn’t hear you … bitch!” he responded.

“I submit, sir!” the defeated Master Bates repeated only slightly louder.

Fabio pulled all the way out and used his battering ram to slam into the open entrance as hard as he could, repeating the move several more times.  “What did you say?” he asked.

“I fukkin’ said ‘I submit! Now get your fukkin’ dick outa my ass!”

Fabio looked at Majid, who was holding the chain to the slave boy, and said, “Bring the kid to me!”

Majid handed the boy over to the victor.

“You’re mine now, kid.  You’ll do what I tell you to.  Correct?”

The kid didn’t say anything.  He just looked back and forth between his old and new masters. 

Fabio yanked his chain, pulling the boy close enough until they were face to face.  “You got a problem with that, wussy?” he demanded.

Meekly the boy replied, “No, sir – master.”

“Go around to his head,” Fabio ordered his new slave. “Kneel over his face.  Now put your cock in his mouth and make him suck it.”

The boy hesitated until Fabio yanked his chain again.  When Butch hesitated to suck his former slave, Fabio pulled his cock out of the biker’s ass and rammed it very hard a couple of times.  When Butch opened his mouth to gasp, the young muscle twink stuck his beautiful cock in and the defeated ‘master’ began sucking.  ‘Twinkie’ was obviously enjoying the attention.  Everyone could see his manhood growing to amazing proportions. It wasn’t long before he got into a rhythmic pumping and he seemed to enjoy a dominate role.

When the kid looked like he was about to expel his load, Fabio told him to stop.  The security man had to repeat the order much more firmly to get his new slave’s attention. 

“Stand up and come here!”

The young slave complied.

“Now ram your cock all the way down his ass!” Fabio commanded. 

Tentatively the boy obeyed.  He must have liked the feeling because he began pumping hard.  The opened rear entrance tightened and relaxed as the recipient wanted more.

It didn’t take long for the young man to release all that he had in him inside the waiting cave.

“Now, boy,” Fabio told the kid, “put your fingers close together and slide all of them in his open hole.”

Slowly the muscle-slave inserted his fingers in the well-lubed, relaxed asshole.  He pumped them in and out a few times until Fabio ordered him to slide his entire hand in the waiting orifice.  The kid slid his slender hand in and out several times.

“Now slowly and gradually,” Fabio demanded, “slide your arm as far in as you can.”

The boi-toy looked stunned.  Fabio lubed the younger guy’s arm and began sliding it deeper and deeper into the big biker’s waiting entrance.  The young, ripped slave followed his instructions until Big Red/Butch showed he was enjoying it fully.  His cock began to expand, curving up toward his face.  Soon he was moaning every time the invading hand rubbed his prostate.  Then the boy’s fingers toyed exclusively with the Love-Nut sufficiently to stimulate a massive ejaculation all over the ginger beard and hairy chest.  Butch let out a yell as he continued to be stimulated by his young friend.

The boy soon pulled his hand out of the cavern, amazed at what he had done to his former master.  As the twink was relaxing after the pent-up ordeal, Fabio undid the collar and took it off. 

“You’re nobody’s slave anymore, buddy.  You’re your own man now,” Fabio told him tenderly as he held the young man with one arm around him, while the other hand held the collar and chain.  “And don’t you ever forget it!” he added.

The former slave, now a free man, was in tears.  “What will I do now?  I love him, and I want to be with him.”

“Red, get your sorry ass off the ground before I ram my fist up your pussy,” Fabio demanded, showing a much bigger fist than the twink’s.  The defeated man slowly obeyed.  “Do you want to keep this man with you as your equal lover?”

“Yes, I do,” Butch replied meekly.  “I do love him, and I want us to be together always.”

“Good, give him a kiss, like you mean it!”

The big redhead leaned over and smothered his little buddy in kisses.

“Alright.  Get yourselves upstairs and ready for dinner.”

Grant and Majid walked over to shake hands with Butch.  Grant extended his hand, but Butch grabbed him in a bear hug and planted a huge kiss on his lips.  Then Butch went for Majid in the same way.  He turned around and grabbed Fabio, giving him a huge kiss on the lips also. 

Then Majid, Grant and Fabio followed suit with the young lover. 

Fabio commented, “I don’t even know who I’m kissing.  What’s your real name?”

“I’m Rick.  Maverick really, but I like Rick better.  Can I have my collar back?” Rick asked.

“Next time you two come around here, I’ll have it for you, if you want it as a souvenir,” Fabio replied.  “You are to never – ever wear it again.

Grant told the couple that dinner would be on the house that evening as a celebration.  By now everybody else had gone their own ways. 

To be continued...

This is just one example of the interesting guests to visit The Crystal Rainbow Lodge.  Next time, there will be Guests from Cowboy Country.

Posted: 09/20/19