Chapter 9
After several minutes Abdul retreats and goes to sit in one of the chairs recently occupied. He looks at me and then orders me to crawl on my belly to his feet and kneel up. I do so immediately, crawling as quickly as I can. The pain still throbbing in my buttocks telling me that I must obey instantly every command of these men. As I spread my knees and bow my head he speaks.
'Knees wider slave, belly sucked in tight, chest out, arms crossed tight behind back. Slaves must undergo rigorous training course to prepare them for service to new owners before they are offered for sale. Slave must adopt positions of respect for Master. Slave must show humility and submission to master's will with adopting display positions correctly. Slave must be taught positions to excite Master's interest for pleasures to come. Additionally, slave must be trained in skills of using its body to give master unlimited pleasure and sexual relief in whatever way Master requires. Master Farook is recognised the world over in certain discrete circles as leading slave dealer and provider of prime, male slaves to discerning customers. It is worldwide secret market. Master Farook is justifiably proud of his reputation which he defends most dearly by ensuring his slave merchandise is of highest quality, understand slave boy'?
'Yes master'. I replied instantly without thinking.
'Louder slave'
'YES MASTER'
'Better slave, I advise you learn quickly'.
My thoughts turn to those days hardly a week ago and I wish I could go back to Italy. How could I have been so stupid as to find that secluded beach and bathed alone. It was so easy for the slavers to kidnap me and now here I am branded and in chains and being trained as a slave soon to be sold to a Master to satisfy his lusts and sexual perversions.
Abdul speaks to me again.
'Tomorrow slave you will go before Master Farook and he will test you to see whether you have learned those lessons today. Remember obedience must be instant. And you must learn how to pleasure a master. That means licking his balls, licking his ass, crotch and sucking his cock. You must learn to accept and swallow your master's cum at any time and in any place on demand as a sign of your total subservience to him as your master. Every master will expect this service I shall now teach you the finer points of cock sucking because tomorrow you will suck Master Farook and he will expect your performance to be perfect. If it is not the caning you have had today will be repeated. Slave must be trained to the highest standards before it is sent to the auction-block. Do you understand slave boy?
'Yes Master'. My reply was immediate.
This was one of the things I had been dreading since my capture by these men. The thought of sucking a man's cock, especially to climax is abhorrent but I know that now I have no choice in the matter. Abdul unfastens the tie of his trousers and orders me to shuffle forwards until my lips are almost touching the tip of his already rampant cock. There is pre-cum dripping from the slit.
'If there is pre-cum slave you will first lick it up, swallow and then kiss the head. Proceed' he says.
Abdul's cock is thick with a smooth dark brown head. My tongue immediately seeks the piss slit and the underneath to lick the pre-cum about to drip from the head. Then, with my lips, I begin to kiss the head. After several minutes Abdul orders me to lick the head, particularly the underside and extend my tongue into the piss slit. He tells me I must keep my tongue moving constantly. I am unsure exactly what to do next but Abdul informs me that he will give precise instructions as to what is required and I now realise that the act of cock sucking must follow a precise routine.
'A slave boy must learn exactly what is required to provide extended and total pleasure to its master' explains Abdul. 'Tomorrow, if Master Farook is not totally pleased with your efforts, the soles of your feet will be whipped until you do. I can assure you that is extremely painful but will not be visible when you are put up for sale. Customers like to see only light whip marks on a slave at auction'.
The next instruction is to take the cock deep into my mouth and move slowly forwards and backwards but I must not allow the head to escape my lips. So I begin, trying hard not to gag as the head reaches the back of my throat. My training continues for some ten minutes with alternately sucking the whole length interspersed with concentrating on the plumb head with my tongue. Abdul informs me that I must concentrate on the underside of the plum head with the tip of my tongue as this is the most sensitive area of a cock and therefore gives maximum stimulation and pleasure. However he says that if he clicks his fingers I must stop immediately and simply hold his cock in my mouth making no movements. He tells me that a slave boy must never make a Master climax before he is ready.
For the next thirty minutes or so I continue this act of extreme servitude. I am totally repulsed by what I am being made to do and can hardly believe I am doing it but I am also eager to satisfy this man who has complete control over my every action. I know that if I don't please him then I will be strung up and caned again or whipped. What choice do I have? Several times he clicks his fingers and I cease my efforts to satisfy his lustful desires only to continue some minutes later. It is so repulsive and degrading but I know that, in his eyes, I am just a slave being trained for my future life of servitude as a sexual plaything. I have to accept the reality of the situation; I am now just a slave boy and will soon be sold to a man who will use me in any way he wants to satisfy his lust and sexual perversions. The thought is a terrible one. I feel totally helpless, a feeling I have never experienced before in my life.
Deep within my thoughts I have no idea how many times Abdul has clicked his fingers but now I feel his cock beginning to spasm. He grunts just like a pig and then his salty cum is squirting to the back of my throat. I have to swallow constantly as his cock pumps his cum again and again and again. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me onto him so that I cannot withdraw and his grunts get louder and louder. It is hard to breath with his cock head at the back of my throat and I am gasping for air but I dare not let even a drop of his cum escape my lips. Gradually the stream of cum lessens and the pulsing of his cock subsides but I continue sucking as I know I must. Then, with one final moan of contentment he relaxes back in the chair and eventually Abdul's breathing slows. He speaks.
'Continue sucking slave until I click my fingers. Then after making sure my cock is clean you will move back, kiss my feet, bow your head to the floor and then kneel as I am sure you now know how'.
With my tongue I clean all traces of cum from the man's cock which by now covers the whole length of his shaft and I continue with this most humiliating task until at last I hear the click of his fingers. A few moments later I am kneeling, my knees spread so wide it hurts, my belly sucked in tight, chest forward, my head bowed to my chest. Across my belly I can see my number tattooed just above my cock imprisoned in its metal cage and on my thigh the brand mark of a slave.
Abdul attached a chain to my collar and orders me to my feet. Then he leads me from the room, across the yard to the training room, the place where my education in sexual servitude began. On one side of the room half of our number are busy sucking cock, on the other side the remainder are chained over the bar, their ankles widely spread, their asses being opened by more of Farook's staff. Abdul hands me to one of these who immediately secures me over the bar and spreads my ankles, locking them to rings in the floor. Before leaving he explains that I will now be trained in the second way I must offer my body for a master's pleasure. He spreads my ass cheeks wide and I feel a finger inserted into my ass. The finger works back and forth greasing my hole preparing me for the onslaught that I know is coming.
I know full well what is about to happen as I witnessed it yesterday but of course I have missed the morning session with the motorized machines and my fears are soon realised when I see, between my legs, the feet of one of the trainers standing behind me. Straight away he spreads my ass cheeks and I feel the tip of his cock pressing into my hole. Then with one slow movement he thrusts the length of his cock deep into my ass. I cannot describe the feeling of this violation. To say it is extremely painful would be an enormous understatement. However no sooner had his full length invaded my bowels he pulls out again, right out and then thrust in again. He continues this onslaught for interminable minutes and each time the muscles of my ass feel as if they will tear apart.
The man speaks.
'When I push in slave you must try to expel me just like when you shit. It will make it easier and this will be expected when a master wishes to make use of your hole. This way you are offering your ass for your master's pleasure and not trying to deny him access. You must make it easy for master or he will think you are disobedient'.
The man continues his onslaught; complete withdrawal followed by immediate violation of my ass for several minutes. At each thrust the pain is unbearable and I feel his balls slapping against my crotch. Then I remember what he has just said and I push out as if trying to expel him and gradually the pain of each thrust becomes less. I am offering my ass to this man but not voluntarily. Eventually the pace of his thrusts decreases and he begins to to slide his cock slowly in and out but not withdrawing completely. This is less painful but just as humiliating. He comments that I have a nice tight ass which my future master will make much use of and enjoy. Soon his movements quicken again and his breath becomes heavier. Then I feel it. He grabs me round the waist and pumps his hot spunk deep within my bowels. A long low moan of pleasure erupts from his lips as his thrusts slowly subside. Then he withdraws, walks round behind the rail, lifts my head and orders me to clean his cock. I close my lips over his slimy cock knowing will be whipped if I don't comply immediately. Could anything be worse that this humiliating treatment I think but immediately another man takes his place behind me, spreads my ass and roughly forces his cock in as far as it will go. The process is repeated but now it is not quite as painful as the first invasion. I realise now the full extent of my future servitude as a slave. My mouth and my ass are being trained to provide sexual pleasures for whoever buys me in the forthcoming auction and I have to make it easy for him. The man whose cock I have just cleaned lifts my chin and speaks.
'Enjoy it slave, this is your new life. Your new master, whoever he is, will expect complete submission. He will own you body and soul so you had better get used to it' he says with a broad grin on his face.
Now I feel another load of spunk filling my ass as the second man empties his balls. When finished he presents his cock to my mouth and I know what I must do. Whilst I clean his cock the man calls Abdul and they speak at some length in English.
'This slave seems somewhat reluctant to accept its master's cock' says the man. 'I detect some resistance and it is not offering its hole submissively as a slave must' he reports.
'The slave missed this morning's training' replies Abdul. 'Fetch a machine and give it an hour on that. Then we will see if that results in an improvement'.
Abdul slaps my buttocks.
'Listen slave, using a slave asshole is one of a master's greatest pleasures. He will demand it frequently so you need to learn that you must offer your hole submissively, making it easy for him to enter. If a master suspects that you are resisting in any way he will whip you. Do you understand'?
'Yes Master' I reply.
Abdul continues. 'You will spend an hour on the machine and then I will test you myself. I will expect a considerable improvement. Is that clear slave'?
'Yes Master' I answer immediately.
I hear the dreaded machine being rolled across the floor. Hands spread my ass cheeks and I feel the hard rubber phallus pressed into my hole. It seems even larger than the man's cock probably because it is so hard. The switch is flicked and the pretend cock goes further into my ass. It seems to be going in a lot further than the men's cocks but then I remember from yesterday its total length is about eight inches though yesterday the machine was placed so that only about five inches entered my mouth; now I think I have the felt the full eight inches up my ass. At first the movements are slow but after a while it speeds up. As with yesterday the movement is relentless and with every forward thrust I feel my ass will tear apart. It hurts so much and there is no relief, not even for a moment. My tears are dripping onto the floor.
Abdul comes round to the other side of the bar and lifts my head. He grins saying.
'Slave boy ass very nice, much pleasure for master, you get used to it in time, Hah Hah'.
He walks away, my head drops and I wonder if I will ever get used to this humiliating use of my body. I have never felt such despair as I do now as I have to face the inescapable fact that my situation is hopeless. I am destined to spend the rest of my life in chains, as a slave to be used for the pleasure of others and soon to be exhibited naked as merchandise in a slave auction. I will disappear into a life of degradation, humiliation, pain and suffering as an object of my future master's sexual desires and perversions. Tears flood from my eyes and I cannot hold them back. I tug at the ropes securing me firmly over the bar as the relentless pounding of my ass continues but they do not yield and nothing will remove the mental anguish that fills my mind.
The hour seems to be never ending; I have no idea of the time and my ass is aching from the remorseless pounding of the inflexible rubber phallus but eventually, to my great relief, the machine is shut off. Now I wait, my ass stuffed with this wide rubber plug. Then suddenly Abdul is standing behind me. He removes the machine and I feel the tip of his cock nudging the entrance to my ass. As he presses forward I push out to accept him and he slides in his full length easily.
'Mmmm' he remarks, I see you are learning. You have a nice tight ass, perfect for pleasure and I think you realise now how offer it to a master's cock, is that not so slave boy'?
'Yes master' I reply but I can hardly believe I am saying those words. Abdul continues his thrusts, his pace ever quickening until, with an almighty groan of pleasure, he pumps wave upon wave of spunk into my rear. Then, just as quickly he presents his glistening cock to my mouth and I clean it, licking and sucking until every trace of his orgasm is removed. I dare not hesitate and I finally understand what it means to be a sex slave.
Satisfied, Abdul instructs one of the overseers to release my arms and legs from the rings in the floor. I know now what is expected. Quickly I drop to my knees, spread them wide, bow my forehead to the floor and crawl forward to kiss his feet. I perform my obeisance to this man as required from a slave boy.
'Remember slave' he says quietly. 'Tomorrow you will be taken before Master Farook for assessment. If he is not totally satisfied with your performance it will be very painful for you.
He instructs one of the overseers to fasten a chain to my collar and take me back to the cells. There I kneel with my nose to the floor until he locks the grill and departs. I am left with my thoughts, my despair and my shame.