Andrew's fate
CHAPTER 6
Early next morning we are awakened and fed. Quickly I jump from my bunk and assume the position required, knees spread wide, head bowed, until given the signal to eat. We have just a few minutes to empty the bowls before they are removed at which time we must assume the kneeling position once again. Abdul then unlocks the cell doors and orders twelve of us to stand outside our cells. He attaches chains to our collars and then leads us across the yard to a building we have not entered before. On one side of the room is a long wooden beam and spaced out along these are numerous steel rings and shackles. We are divided into two groups of six and ordered to kneel between pairs of shackles. Three other overseers are present and soon half of us are secured to the beam with the shackles fastened about our upper arms. Thus restrained the backs of our necks are tight against the beams. A further band of steel, attached to the beam, is fastened tightly around our necks. On the other side of the room is a round metal bar some two feet from the wall. The other half of our number are secured bent over the bar with their wrists and ankles shackled to rings in the floor.
The men now place a metal frame in front of me. The frame is like a small table with what looks like an electric motor beneath and from one side projects a representation of a large male cock made from rubber. We are ordered to open our mouths and the frames are moved forward.
Abdul speaks.
'Slaves will now learn the first lesson in sucking a master's cock. This afternoon you will learn how to suck a real cock' announces he says 'Any slave ejecting the cock from his mouth will be whipped' he quickly added.
Soon my mouth is filled with the pretend cock. It is surprising large and keeps my jaw wide open. Then Abdul comes along the line and switched the motors on. The motor turns slowly as the cock moves forward and backward into my mouth. At its most retracted position I feel the head of the cock just behind my teeth but at its most extended position it comes near to the back of my mouth. It causes me monetarily to gag as it does to several of us in the line. Automatically I try to eject the invading object from my mouth but with the wooden beam hard on the back of my neck am unable to do so. The movement of the rubber cock is slow and I find that if I do not try to breath in whilst it is fully extended my gag reflex is rather less. Looking across to the other side of the room I can see that similar frames have been placed behind the other boys but with the rubber phalluses buried deep between their buttocks. The gasps and moans from these boys fastened over the bar can be clearly heard as the hard rubber cocks thrust their way in and out of their asses.
Suddenly the pace of the rubber cock invading my mouth begins to increase. It continues to increase until reaching a peak of about two thrusts every second. And then I feel the cream squirted from the tip. It spreads over my tongue and reaches the back of my throat. It tastes slightly of salt.
Abdul speaks.
'Slaves will swallow every drop of cum injected into slave mouth. Any cum leaking from slave mouth will result in slave being whipped'.
With the slimy creamy stuff filling my mouth I quickly start to swallow. The threat of another whipping is more than enough incentive though I am fully aware of the significance of this training. Then just as suddenly the ejection of the slime stops and the movement of the phallus slows. I swallow the slimy cum still filling my mouth making sure that none gets past my lips. The significance of what I have just done or been forced to do does not escape me but I realise that I have had no choice. Unless I can escape from this place my future as a slave seems sealed. I have no idea where we are and we are either locked in a cell or kept restrained naked in chains.
It is much the same on the other side of the room. As the pace of the cocks invading their rears increases Some of the boys cry out, their protestations reaching fever pitch but the relentless thrusting of the motorised cocks continues.
Abdul walks slowly up and down the room, a big smile on his face.
'So' he says. 'Slaves begin to learn their new purpose in life. You will exist to provide unlimited sexual pleasures for you future masters. Have no doubts. This will be your future lives and this is only the beginning'.
He seats himself at the end of the room so that he has a good view of us all and then claps his hands twice. Immediately a boy enters the room and crawls across the floor with his nose to the floor. The boy stops, kneels up and bows his forehead to the floor. The boy is naked except for collar and cock cage and a light chain around his waist. He kneels nose to the floor, knees spread very wide. His buttocks are covered with the fading marks of a cane. I can see that the chain around his waist is linked to a further chain, passing between his legs, securing what looks like a large metal plug in his ass. Abdul claps his hands once more and the boy shuffles forwards burying his head beneath Abdul's thawb. It is obvious to me and, no doubt to the others chained as I am, what service this slave boy is providing.
The relentless thrusting of the rubber cock continues and soon its pace quickens again. Now I am prepared for what is about to happen. As soon as I feel the slime enter my mouth I begin to swallow. Despite the loathing at what I am doing I am determined to avoid a whipping. But the shame and realisation of what my future holds burns deep into my consciousness. Similarly across, the room, the cries from the other boys reach another crescendo as their asses are raped more violently by the invading rubber cocks.
It is impossible to gauge the passage of time suffering like this. The physical pain and the psychological impact of these machines blur into one. My jaw is now aching from the relentless thrusting of the pretend cock but it is the thought that this is just the start of our training as pleasure slaves and that soon the rubber cocks will be replaced be real ones that fills me the most with fear and panic.
The slave kneeling between Abdul's legs continues his service and, from the expression on Abdul's face and his pig like grunts, is providing him with much pleasure. But after one extremely noisy orgasm Abdul does not order the slave to his knees. The slave boy simply continues his administration, presumably to his master's cock, without stopping. Perhaps a slave boy is so trained and that will be my future, I think to myself.
After several orgasms Abdul clicks his fingers again and the slave beneath his thawb withdraws, backs away, kneels up and bows then places his forehead to the floor. I notice that he kneels with his knees spread impossibly wide, his balls and cock, imprisoned in its cage hanging clearly on display.
Abdul gets up from his chair whilst the other overseers present come round and switch off the machines. After a short time they are moved away and I am grateful to be able to close my mouth and ease the ache in my jaw. I have no idea how long I have been forced to endure the hard unforgiving phallus but my jaw muscles are really complaining. I think it must have been well over an hour but I have no idea.
'Slaves' says Abdul 'you have just had your first two hours of training. This afternoon there will be another two hours. This will prepare you for a session with a real master's cock later today'. Let us hope for your sakes that you will have learned what is required and will perform well'.
Abdul then leaves the room together with the slave boy crawling quickly behind him. I hope we might be released from our restraints but am mistaken. We are left shackled to the beam and given no food or drink for what seemed an interminable time. At least we can relax a little unlike the poor boys on the other side of the room who remain shackled over the bar. Time passes slowly but in truth I am glad it does. I really don't want that hard rubber cock pushed into my mouth again but I know it will be coming before long. And before long Abdul comes back into the room together with three more overseers and another slave boy. This boy is not white but has a slightly darker skin but he behaves exactly as the other one did; crawling nose to floor, bowing and kneeling before the seated figure of Abdul. The machines are positioned in front of us and, obediently, we open our mouths as the phalluses are thrust in. The men then switch on the machines and our training starts again. Abdul remains in the room, the slave boy kneeling at his feet. Soon the pace of the artificial cock increases and I feel the creamy slime squirting to the back of my throat. There seems to be more this time but it may be my imagination so I quickly start to swallow. And so the process continues until I lose count of the number of times I am forced to swallow. Abdul's grunts as he enjoys another orgasm draws my attention to the slave now kneeling beneath the overseer's thawb, clearly providing much pleasure for Master Farook's second in command. I wonder how long these boys have been slaves; the way they have reacted has been identical suggesting they have undergone some considerable training. Sadly I realise that I will shortly discover this for myself.
The two hours pass slowly before the machines are switched off and removed. I assume it was two hours as there is no clock in the room but Abdul's grunts confirm that the slave boy's efforts between his thighs produced five orgasms at least. But now six more men enter the room and take their places one in front of each or us. They open the buttons down the front of their tunics. Underneath they are naked and I see a man's rigid cock pointing straight at my face.
Abdul speaks.
'Slaves will now suck a real master's cock' he says. 'Observe the cock head, it is circumcised as with all Arab masters. This is the most sensitive part of your object of worship and where you will concentrate the attention of your tongues, particularly the underneath of the cock head'.
Abdul orders us to open our mouths and I instantly obey. The man pushes his cock between my open lips and orders me to gently close them.
Again Abdul speaks.
'Slaves will lick the precum from the master's cock head and then gently massage and lick the cock head until ordered to stop. Proceed'.
The cock in front me is shiny with precum with more dripping from the head. I lick this up quickly, tasting the warm salty flavoured excretion. Then I flick my tongue around the cock head concentrating on the area below the slit as Abdul had explained. A moan of delight erupts from the man as I continue my enforced attention to his cock. I cannot believe that I am doing this but the memory of that whipping when I tried to escape is still fresh in my mind and the marks on the buttocks of the two slaves I have witness pleasuring Abdul just serve to remind me that I really do not have any choice but to obey instantly every instruction from these men who hold me captive. The man suddenly orders me to stop the attention to his cock head and thrust deep into my mouth. Then he works his cock backwards and forwards increasing the tempo as he goes. I expect him to cum and squirt his juice down my throat but after a few minutes he stops thrusting and orders me to excite his cock head once more. The tip of my tongue returns to the sensitive area on the underside of his cock head and a low moan erupts from his lips. Precum continues to drip from his cock landing on my tongue and I make sure I lick this up quickly and swallow. Then moments later he thrusts in again and his pace quickens. He grabs hold of my head, forcing my face into his crotch. Then I feel his cock pulsating as his warm salty yet bitter cum is squirted down my throat. I swallow and suck hard on his cock not daring to let any of his juice escape from my lips. Then the pace of his exertions decreases and his cock starts to go soft I expect him to withdraw but instead he orders me to focus on his cock head once again.
'Now slave boy, let's see how quickly you can give me another wonderful orgasm. Proceed' he says.
My tongue continues once again to excite the centre of this man's pleasure as I know I must. I have no choice but to accept that I am now just a slave boy under training to provide any pleasure my future master may demand. I have no idea how long it will be before this man can cum again but I focus the attention of my tongue on what I am told is the most sensitive area of his cock.