The private jet descended over Dubai at twilight, the city erupting from the sand like a fever dream of glass and gold. Alex gazed through the window, heart pounding in rhythm with the jade egg still lodged deep, now encased in a thin sheath of hammered gold leaf that caught the cabin lights every time he shifted. The dragon harness had been replaced overnight by Lucius's artisans: twenty-four-karat gold rope woven into an intricate mail that hugged his torso, hips, and cock like liquid metal frozen mid-drip. A single chain ran from the collar to a discreet loop at his navel, ready for the leash. Damian sat beside him in a pristine white thobe, the same gold rope visible at his throat and wrists, eyes hidden behind mirrored aviators. The harem filled the cabin: Aiko in an emerald silk abaya, Hiroshi and Min-jun in matching thobes, Ji-eun and Penelope in niqabs that hid diamond collars, Leo and Lucius bringing up the rear, both barefoot and leashed. The air smelled of oud and anticipation.
**[Empire Mode | Target: Damian Voss | Level 14 Progress: 0/2000 SP]**
**[Active Perks: Silent Orgasm Skill (Lv3), Remote Tease (Lv4), Desk Drawer Toy Kit (Lv3), Collar Link (Lv4), Overnight Recovery (Lv2), Altitude Arousal (Lv1), Blackmail Vault (Lv1), Public Claim (Lv1), Merger Orgasm (Lv1), Polygamist Link (Lv1), Global Arousal Network (Lv2), Shibari Sync (Lv2), Harem Harmony (Lv1), Virgin Conversion (Lv1), Pain-Play Conversion (Lv1)]**
Tie lounged on the drinks trolley in a miniature burnished ghutra, wielding a tiny falcon hood. "Dune domination, asset. Gold bondage multiplier: +150 SP per carat in contact with skin. Prince Khalid bin Salman collects wives and secrets. Tonight he becomes the jewel."
A convoy of matte-black Maybachs swept them from the tarmac to the desert palace: dunes sculpted into private dunes, a fortress of white marble and onyx ringed by date palms lit with a million LEDs. Prince Khalid awaited on a dais of Persian rugs, thobe blinding white, falcon on his wrist, seven veiled wives seated behind him like silent statues. His eyes, black as crude oil, fixed on the faint gleam of gold at Damian's throat. "Voss-Reed. Your audacity is legendary. Let us see if your reach matches your reputation."
Damian inclined his head. "Reputation is merely the echo of action. Tonight we provide the thunder."
The dune bash began: Bugattis and Lamborghinis roaring over crimson sand, fireworks blooming overhead, Bedouin tents erected with air-conditioned luxury. Hookahs bubbled with apple tobacco and something stronger. Khalid dismissed his wives to the women's majlis, then led the inner circle to the underground hammam: a labyrinth of marble arches, steam thick as incense, pools of rosewater and gold-flecked oil.
Servants vanished at Khalid's clap. The prince shed his thobe, revealing a body sculpted by falconry and polo: olive skin, thick black hair dusting his chest, cock heavy even soft. "Privacy at last. Show me why the world kneels."
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Damian signalled. Gold ropes unfurled from hidden compartments. Lucius and Penelope, experts now, bound Khalid to a marble pillar with chains of solid gold links, wrists high, ankles spread. The metal was warm from the steam, clinking softly. Aiko poured scented oil over his chest, letting it cascade down to pool at his feet. Ji-eun and Min-jun knelt, mouths tracing the oil's path, tongues lapping at his nipples until they peaked hard.
Alex approached, gold mail glinting. He pressed against Khalid's front, the jade egg replaced by a thicker gold phallus that stretched him deliciously. Damian circled behind the prince, fingers slick with oil, probing, stretching, preparing. Khalid's breath hitched, falcon pride cracking. "I have never…"
"Tonight you will," Damian murmured, entering him slowly and inexorably. The gold chains rattled as Khalid arched, a guttural Arabic curse escaping. Alex felt every inch through Collar Link, his own hole clenching in sympathy.
The harem formed the chain: Damian in Khalid, Aiko pegging Damian with a gold-plated strap-on, Hiroshi in Aiko, Min-jun in Hiroshi, Leo in Min-jun, Lucius in Leo, Penelope riding Lucius's face, Ji-eun fingering Penelope. Global Network pulsed; every collared soul from New York to Tokyo felt the desert thrust.
Khalid's wives, curious, peeked through a latticed screen. One gasped, then another. Instead of outrage, fingers slipped beneath silk. The majlis became a mirror orgy, veils discarded, moans echoing.
Damian fucked harder, gold chains singing. "Beg, Prince."
Khalid broke. "Please, Master. Own me."
Alex dropped to his knees, taking Khalid's cock deep. The prince lasted seconds, flooding Alex's throat with royal seed. The clench dragged Damian over, filling Khalid deeply. Chain reaction rippled: orgasms cascaded like dominoes across two continents. Merger Orgasm detonated; holograms in the steam displayed **Al-Salman Oil Acquired – Reserves Fusion +400%. Khalid Collared in 24k Gold.**
Tie showered golden confetti that dissolved into rosewater: **[SP +1800 → Level 14 Achieved! New Perk: Royal Submission – Collared royalty grants global stock immunity for 30 days. Harem +1 (Prince) +7 (Wives). Desert Dungeon Unlocked.]**
They unbound Khalid, who sank to his knees in the pool, kissing Damian's feet, then Alex's golden mail. "My palace is yours. My wives too."
The seven wives entered unveiled: a rainbow of beauty from Circassian pale to Somali dark, eyes bright with lust and liberation. Aiko bound them in gold thread, teaching knots. Penelope demonstrated the violet wand on the boldest, who squealed and begged for more.
Midnight turned the hammam into a golden orgy. Khalid suspended in a web of chains over the largest pool, Alex riding him while Damian took Alex from behind, wives forming daisy chains of tongues and fingers. Leo and Lucius serviced the outer circle, Min-jun and Hiroshi directing traffic with canes of ebony.
Orgasms layered like dunes: wave after wave, gold-flecked oil slicking every surface. Khalid came again and again, royal reserve spent, until he wept with gratitude. One wife, the youngest, Lebanese rose named Layla, collared herself with a spare chain and begged Alex to breed her on the marble steps. Virgin Conversion triggered a second time; her hymen broke under Damian's cock while Alex filled her mouth, the harem cheering.
Dawn painted the dunes rose-gold. The palace staff, discreetly collared overnight, served breakfast on the terrace: dates, cardamom coffee, fresh dates stuffed with the night's evidence. Khalid gifted a falcon made of solid gold, with eyes of rubies, perched on Alex's wrist. "My emblem. Now yours."
The wives presented abayas woven with hidden harnesses, niqabs with mouth zippers for discreet service. Layla clung to Alex's leg, already planning the royal nursery.
Tie updated the leaderboard in the sky with the fireworks script: **Season 2 Quest Progress: 5/10 Straight Billionaires Bent. Mid-Season Perk: Harem Air – Private 747 converted to flying dungeon.**
The fleet of jets waited on the private strip, one repainted gold and black, interior stripped for suspension rigs and glory holes. Khalid boarded with his wives, the thobe discarded for a gold rope alone. "Dubai is too small now. Take me global."
Flight to the next target: Monaco casino heir, rumoured to gamble on flesh. Aiko plotted over champagne. "He likes high stakes. We'll make him all-in."
The golden jet lifted, desert shrinking below. Alex stood in the lounge, gold mail catching cabin lights, Khalid on his knees polishing the falcon with his tongue. Damian wrapped his arms around Alex from behind, fingers tracing the jade-to-gold phallus through fabric.
"Halfway," Damian whispered. "When ten fall, we crown you properly. Emperor of the bent world."
Alex leaned back, arousal meter resetting to **99%** as Remote Tease flickered. The harem sprawled across custom beds, wives learning shibari from Aiko, Lucius and Leo demonstrating suspension, Khalid directing with royal authority already surrendered.
Mid-flight, the dungeon cabin activated: Khalid was bound spread-eagled to a rotating rig, wives taking turns riding him while the harem watched on screens. Alex suspended beside him, Damian and Layla tag-teaming, gold chains singing with every thrust. Orgasms synced across time zones; stock markets opened with Voss-Reed up another 12%.
Tie pinged overhead: **[Overtime Alert: Monaco Arrival – Location: Casino de Monte-Carlo Private Salon. Dress Code: Tux + Gold Thread Harness. Penalty for Tardiness: Heir's Fiancée Wins the Pot. Arousal Meter locked at 99%. Next Quest: "Bankrupt the Playboy Prince."]**
The Mediterranean sparkled below, yachts like toys. Alex's reflection in the gold falcon's ruby eye showed a man draped in conquest, eyes no longer those of an intern but of a conqueror. The straight world was learning its new posture: on its knees, mouth open, begging for the next merger.