It was an interesting night. Jamal had me work the counter. Fortunately, other than a rush around 8pm it was quiet. His dad and little brother didn't come in either. Jamal saw my pain and allowed me to work behind the counter with my long cock hanging out of the open button fly of the jeans. I still had to be barefoot but in our part of town, most customers unless strangers to the area, didn't give it any thought.
"I like seeing your big dirty, hairy feet and long toes. They make you look more like an animal than a young guy." He ridiculed me constantly making me feel bad. My bush hung out of the jeans along with the cock but the air on it and nothing rubbing the ring, made it feel better. Jamal applied alcohol which burned some and some cream to the area affected.. His touch made me hard although I tried to think of other things. He knew the effect he had on me. As I leaned on the counter, Jamal would come up behind me and pull my pants lower so he could stick his big fingers in my, what he called cunt. "Better than most girls. The hair is so soft and your hole is so tight.' Before the night was done, he did fuck me but slowly. Damn it felt good to be wanted or at least have some human touch.
I hated myself for wanting sex with guys but I already assumed I was queer. It made me think back to how when I was a skinny tall kid, other boys ridiculed me. My dad hope I would make a basketball player but I threw a ball like a girl and couldn't make a basket no matter what, usually missing the goal completely. I retreat in to myself. In high school, puberty hit me before the others and I was embarrassed to change as we were required to do. My wardrobe was joked about in my Wal_Mart clothes and I had to hide my big dick and the hair that just sprouted out of me. I guess I was ahead of the other boys in that area. Yet, I knew I wanted them. I would have sucked any of the guys off if they asked me. It wasn't until I was a junior that a kid a year younger took a liking to me. It turned out that he really wanted a cocksucker and I did comply. Even he made fun of me, the kind of nerd he was, as I sucked him willingly., even drinking a bit of his piss which he said he didn't mean to do after he came but I knew he did it to humiliate me. He eventually found a girl who would have him and dumped me like yesterday's garbage. A few jock boys found out about me and made me suck them off. I was made to get naked. I think they just wanted to see my long thin cock and all the hair. I sucked their big cocks for them and they laughed as I got hard and came on the floor. They even made me lick it up. They took my clothes and I had to run home naked as they dumped them in the lake on a trip to the beach they invited me too. I cried like a baby as I ran trying to hide myself
Eventually, they tired of me too and by the time I graduated, I was pretty much a recluse to avoid the taunting and abuse. Yet, I knew I was hot for guys and if they showed up at my place, would still suck them off or be made to jerk off in a circle jerk they did followed by them pissing on my naked body.
My brother was no help as he was easily accepted by the jock crowd and was popular. When a few seniors told him what they did to me, he laughed and told them they should do it more. What kind of brotherly love is that?
Anyway, I so wanted to find a boyfriend to love me. No luck in my town. Jamal was someone I admired and now I let him use me. I guess he actually owned me like some piece of trash. He didn't love me but was going to use me to make cash for himself and my brother. Yet, I found him sexy as hell. He was gorgeous, masculine and even if he was an Arab, I couldn't get over how hot his body was. He could have any girl white, black, Arab- it didn't matter and often did. Yet, for now, I was his and maybe he was mine. I didn't want to displease him in any way. I liked his finger in my hole, his dick even better. I would just take what he gave me, I had no real choice, and enjoy what he could do for me. He was a porn dream come true, just that it wasn't love, it was sex. I doubted he was gay. To him, I was just a hole for him to dump into. That was ok with me for now.
At 1 am, we closed for the night. Jamal cleaned out the register and locked the cash away. I was never allowed to do that. I just stood there with my dick hanging out and he smiled at me saying how hot the ring in my cock head looked to him. "Might even add another criss crossing it . Once it is healed, I will add something to it. Maybe a chain or maybe a lock. The chain would be good to make your cock stay down, secured to the ring in your perenium. Nice, eh?"
I didn't know what to say so I simply said yes, Sir.
He corrected me. " Now that I own you, kinda kinky right, I want your to call me Master. Yeah even when my dad and bro are here. They'll soon figure it out. See back in my homeland, in spite of all you read about how holy they all are, the men enjoy lots of sex. Yes,, a lot with young girls who never can say a word but they also like abuse too and they 'import' boys and young men for that. Most are Eurpoean and get picked up off the streets. You've heard it all but a lot is true. They are hidden in places our men visit and a re strictly for sex an abuse. This Isis shit has been around in many ways for a long time, Not only are they not holy , they are fucking rapists and sex lovers. They love to see white boys suffer. So, my dad and brother know about such things and they won't find it too weird that you respect me so much, that you call me Master. They will likely get to use you too. We'll see. Got it?"
"Yes Master was all I could say but it made my dick hard and he saw that and laughed. 'Such a whore you are. I first had my eye on using you for this a year or so ago. When you applied to work here, it made me smile because I knew I would get you. I liked that you were hairy and well used. I'll keep you that way and mostly naked too. You'll be my little harem boy!"
He laughed and smiled at me.
I weakly smiled back not saying a word. He locked up the store and told me to get in his car. I did of course without question. We returned to his apartment. I asked if I would go home and he said it was my home at least for now. I guess I wouldn't see my old house anymore.
Back at the apartment, he made me strip. He inspected my cock and perineum rings and was pleased. He moved my rings a bit to see if they moved. The one in my cock could be made to move as the hole was large. He decided not to play with my cock but had me lie flat with my legs up as he played with my ass.." We're going to put the tail on you, my little pup. Tomorrow, I'll let you suck it clean and let you shit." I want this hole nice and big to take just about anything including my fist. I told you I fisted a girl once and it was so nice, all hot inside on my hand. You'll be even better based on what I've seen on videos and read in magazines." I was horrified. My hole would be open and maybe some of my insides would stick out? I had seen fisting on videos. I knew that they called it something like a prolapse or something. It scared me yet I didn't say a word and let him rub his fingers in my hole tickling my hair. "Almost can't find the hole you got so much pussy hair. Might shave some to show off the hole once it gets big. I had tried that before, using scissors to trim my pubes and ass hair but it all grew back.
He lubed me good and it felt so good I think I could take a fist in there. He fucked me good doggy style with my balls swing the weight causing some pain but I was getting used to it. He played with my balls and said I looked like a bull with the size and them swinging back and forth. I wondered how much lower he wanted them. I guess I had no say and if they dragged on the street, it would be his call.
After he came in me, before the cum could all run out, he took the greased ball end of the tail and began to push it in my hole. Gawd! Did it hurt. I had tears running down my face in buckets but he had stuffed an old jock in my mouth so I couldn't do more than make grunting sounds. "Damn, that looks hot on you. Take a look." He handed me a small mirror and I could see the tail sticking out of me. He moved it so I could see my hole stretched open. You could drive a car in there. It hurt so bad for awhile. He gave me a Tylenol before we went to bed, him sacked out and me between his legs with his dick in my mouth. "That way, if I got to pee, I just nudge you and you can drink it down and I don't have to get up! Good 'eh?"
I didn't sleep much with the pain in my dick and in my wide open hole. I licked his fabulous cock for awhile and he rubbed my head like I was his pet but I craved the attention. I could smell his sweaty hole and balls but it made me only desire him more.
I guess I did fall asleep eventually but he woke me up in the morning saying he had to piss. I knew what was coming and put my mouth over his dick head and propped up a little as he began to pee his strong tasting pee in my mouth. I knew I had no choice so I swallowed as best I could. After he was done, he patted my head again before turning over to let my face rest in his hairy trough. It smelled like man, sweat and little shit. I knew from being around his father and brother a bit that they too smelled of shit in the morning. I just hoped he didn't shit on me. Gross. I lapped at his hairs for a bit and eventually worked my way deeper and licked his brown hole. He moved a bit to allow me inside of him and I did it. He let me feast on his asshole for maybe twenty minutes before he said we needed to get up. I rolled over on my back hoping he'd let me rest better that way but no such luck. He snapped the chain on to my collar and told me to follow him. We walked naked though his apartment to the back door. He had one as it was a small apartment. Other rooms only had one door in front like a typical motel has. I looked at him as he opened the door and nodded for me to step outside. He told me as part of my training, until further notice, I would piss and shit outdoor in the small hole he pointed to. The ground was sloped some and I had all I could do walking barefoot and trying to avoid anyone seeing me. There was no one there though. He told me to bend over while he pulled the ball and tail from my hole. He looked at it and smiled and said 'nice!' and me squat over the hole and do my business. I pissed like a horse. I was so humiliated a being outside without even being behind a tree that it took me awhile to make a few turds in the hole. He then told me, once I was done, to grab some sand out of a pail nearby and cover it. "You'll do this whenever you need to go but you must always ask me first. I just nodded. He offered no toilet paper so I had to go back inside with a dirty hole . He handed me the tail and showed me some shit stains on the ball part. He told me to lick it clean." I'll leave it out until we hose out your hole like you will do everyday after we have breakfast.
We went back in and he let the chain drop. He asked if I could cook. I told him I could so he made me make him bacon and eggs. He let me make some for myself as I was starving. He would let me sit on a chair though as my pussy was dirty, he said. I had to sit beside him, on the floor while we both ate. When I was done, he told me to suck on his dick while he finished which I did. I got a few spurts of piss and later mouth full of cum as I didn't stop sucking until he told me. "Damn, you're good "he said as I swallowed his cum without him telling me too. It tasted like him, slightly salty but good.
We showered together and he taught me how to stick a hose he had in there up my hole. It was sore but I managed. It flushed out all my crap and made my hole still open some, and very pink, clean.
We went back to his room where he regreased the ball on the tail and had me stick it in. I felt silly with a dog tail that moved ever time I did. "I might buy you a furry one as well." He told me
He laid on the couch for a bit and I cleaned his apartment. I was naked of course and so was he. Every now and again, he had miss lick his balls or kiss his cock.
Around 11 am, there was a knock on his door. He told me to get it and I was shocked but knowing he meant what he said, I did it peering around from behind. There stood a skinny blonde teen age boy wearing very ragged cutoffs, much too small for him and otherwise naked like me. The guy kind of smiled at me and just walked in. I wondered what this was all about.