The Three-Day Pass
Chapter 15

By Joystick

“Yussef, you leave me no choice!”

Then, after thinking about it for a few moments, Fazzi said, “Well, no, that is not entirely true. There are always choices. I could just throw you out. Or I could always drug you and perhaps arrange lots of interesting things to do to you. Some of them I am sure you might find rather unpleasant.”

Oh boy! Have I gone too far? Joseph thought. Perhaps overplayed my hand? His mind and body moving into the alert stage, he awaited Fazzi’s next statements with cold fear gripping his heart.

“However for some strange reason, one which until now I have not fully understood, I have always wanted you to come to me of your own free will. I say this is strange because-–you are the first man or woman to whom that choice has ever been offered. You were right about my first love. It was just about the way you said before. When he was killed–my life ended also. Never again would I allow my heart to care for anyone. My heart hardened and I fought tooth and nail to get into a position of authority and power. It did not take me long to claw my way to the top. When I got there I found I was in a position to convince, and yes even coerced many lovers, both men and women to do my bidding. Kassie’s mother was one of the first and for some stupid reason in order to cover my other activities I married her. After that, those who resisted my advances soon found that I took special pleasure in bending them to my will. There were some who I knew would never surrender. I did not waste any time on them, after all there were plenty of ‘fish in the sea’. However if I still wanted them, I just drugged and raped them.”

“Habibi, you really do not have to tell me all this.” Joseph said. His body relaxing a bit now that he felt that the danger had passed.

“I know I do not have to, my love,” Fazzi answered. “I just want you to know the truth. By the time you and I met, I guess I had just become tired and worn-out. Mary and I had not been intimate almost from the beginning. When we moved to America I found myself in this strange society, one where man/man relationships were not the norm. I was no longer the good-looking young cock parading around. There was no more fire left in me. Then, one Friday afternoon, you came to the Mosque and I spotted you. You–for some reason, you were different. Perhaps it was that when I looked at you, I saw myself 22 years before. Perhaps it was the uniform, I do