Yusuf

Yusuf - Hunter of Man

He stood on the other side of the airport terminal and combed the crowd hurriedly with his black eagle eyes. His big, black mustache and his tanned face made him a noble male standing there in his cream colored, linen suit.

I don't remember why I noticed him so quickly in the middle of the scurry of the crowd of rampaging airport passengers. He seemed to me like an incomprehensible sight.

When he caught sight of me, his lips turned to a sly grin of content, through which his snow-white teeth gleamed. A shine twinkled in his eyes. He had found the prey he was hunting.

He nodded to me to follow him to the public toilets. I obeyed him without a thought.

I arrived at the urinal. No one except him was there. I stepped up without hesitation and stood next to him. I stole a glance at his penis. My breath stood still. I had never seen such a beautifully formed club - the girth and the handsome size of it, its whole appearance, yeah, the hardness and the color that reminded me of caramel. The whole fierce monster was encircled by thick, black pubic hair. And the owner of this truncheon was well aware of the fantastic boner that stuck out from his pants as hard as stone. It cost me effort to tear my eyes off this impressive beast to look into his face. His broad, content smile heated me up even more.

"You like what you see, don't you?"

I nodded without uttering a word.

"I've been watching you for a while, now. Just an hour ago you were drinking in the tavern on the river. And then you jumped in the local to come to the airport. I almost lost sight of you and that set of gorgeous buns, my friend. They will be a playground for my beast. I want to dominate you and your muscular body and skewer you." His hairy, right paw already had my left bun in a tight grip and he was squeezing and feeling it out.

"I have a room in the airport hotel. Let's go up to my room to pursue MY pleasures." It took him a lot of effort to pack away that enormous piece of male. The monster seemed to have a mind of its own and wanted to be licked and sucked right there. It refused to bow its head to enter into the confines of the slit of his pants.

Finally, using both hands, he was able to force the hulk inside his slacks.

He showed me to the elevator that went up to the airport hotel. Once inside, he grabbed me with both arms and hugged me. He pressed his mouth against mine and forced my lips with his tongue, taking control of me. Our mustaches brushed into each other. Using the force of his tongue, he flattened mine, while he sucked on my mouth. His hands were exploring my rear cheeks. I felt the fire rising in him. Suddenly, the elevator stopped. He guided me to his room.

In the short entranceway, he forced me to my knees.

"You are the man that I have been looking for. I am going to take out my hammer and you will adore it. I am going to show you who is the master and you will obey my every wish."

His mighty hands opened the entrance to his pants. He fought with the stiff cock to free it from his underpants and pull it out into the fresh air. It stood there in front of my eyes, my nose and my waiting lips - gigantic, thick and proud. A male smell of sweaty balls and precum pearls filled my nose. I had found my master.

"Now, I want you to kiss the slit lovingly with your lips dry, baby. You have to kiss this royal piss slit time and time again. Because this piss slit and the whole glans are going to go to work inside of your sweet, little asshole. It's going to force open the ring of your anus and is going to tear you apart. It is going to hurt and pain you. It is in your own interest to kiss this beast and show it how much you love it. Maybe it will show you some mercy later on!"

I started to kiss his piss slit with love and devotion as he had ordered. One, two, three times. The big man who towered over me groaned with pleasure that came from deep inside. A fat love pearl of cum seeped out of his narrow piss slit and swelled in size. I was not sure whether he would allow me to drink it.

"Look at that, baby! Look at what my dick wants to give you. Enjoy it. Drink your little present. My animal wants to give you a lot more, tonight." He laughed sardonically. I drank his love pearl with savage desire. It was warm and sweet.

"I've got plenty more for your thirsty mouth." With that, he squeezed on the root of his mighty oak. A thick clump of slimy precum formed on the piss slit of this steel hard penis and ran down to my waiting tongue.

He laughed again darkly. I knew that he liked seeing how I drank his pearls of love. He was certain to give me more to swallow later on.

"Now take the whole head of my cock in your lips. I want you to build up some spittle so that you can start sucking my club. But I don't want to feel any teeth. You have to be careful while you're sucking this baby. Suck in deep. But not one scratch from your teeth or I will have to punish you severely."

I knew that I could never suck this enormous, massive mast without even one scrape of the teeth. And I had heard clearly in his assertive voice that he would discipline me roughly. I was frightened of the savage punishment that awaited me. But this magnificent boner and my lust to be humiliated drove me. My own cock wanted to erupt in my pants, even though I wasn't even touching it.

I moved my head to start the work and surrender to the discipline that I would be subject to.

Without warning, he pulled my hair roughly and dragged me into the bedroom.

"Before you suck - and you ARE well aware that I am going to have to punish you - get undressed!"

I got undressed. He did too. Before me stood a rough and hairy bear. His gigantic rammer jutted out from his two thick legs and waited for my lip service.

"Go to the icebox and bring me some beer - all of it!" he barked.

I turned my back to him and went to the fridge. I felt his hot gaze on my rear. He moaned audibly. "You are a real fuck hole, man! I like your legs and back, too!" I felt flattered.

I brought him twelve cans of beer. He just stood there and tossed the cans on the bed.

"Turn around!" he ordered. I obeyed.

He smacked my ass hard with the palm of his hands several times. Then he nestled my right bun in his big hand and shoved his thumb into my pucker.

"Nicest male asscunt that I've ever seen. I'm really going to enjoy fucking it a couple of times tonight!" He bit into the nape of my neck so hard that I almost let out a yell. His two thumbs were working the soft, brown skin of my pucker ring. "I can tell that you need a hot fucker. And I have the tool to do the job the best - with lasting effects. Once I have opened up this ass and widened it, it will stay that way. You will crave having my dick up there just to be happy. Now get down on your knees, slut! We have to start with the sucking and the discipline, you fuck ass!"

I saw his thick pole in front of my face and knew that only a miracle would let me suck this monster down to my throat.

I leaned forward and licked away the newly formed cum pearl that had formed while he was playing with my butt. Then I let my moist lips slide over the delicate but taut skin of his penis head until my whole mouth was full. He groaned. I worked on the head for a long time and worked my way down the thick shaft with my tongue... He grabbed my head from behind and forced me down further. I could feel the head of his dick in my throat. Then he suddenly swung his hand out and landed it hard on my jaw. "I told you that I did not want to feel your teeth!" he roared.

He had emptied several cans of beer and continued guzzling. "So suck! Suck it right! Suck in, I tell ya'! I want to FEEEEL how you suck! I want to possess your throat!"

I knew that he was getting a little drunk.

"If I feel those teeth one more time, I have a special little game for you!"

He pushed my head down brutally. I felt that fat club ramming deep into my gullet. I was choking and gagging, fighting for air. My lips glided over his penis shaft. My eyes were full of tears. This only made him hotter and wilder. The more he saw me suffer, the more he wanted.

He pulled me up by the hair: "Enough of your shitty blow job! You have toothed my beautiful dick once too often. Now you're gonna drink some of this man's beer piss and learn how to take a mouth fuck!"

He dragged me across the floor to the bathroom, all the while stroking his dick.

He literally threw me into the bathtub, climbed in and was on top of me. His cock penetrated my mouth and forced its way into my throat. He slapped me relentlessly, once or twice pretty hard. Then he started to piss. Hot, salty piss filed my mouth. "Swallow it!" he ordered. I started to drink his beer piss. He pulled the stout monster out of my mouth and washed my face with his urine, before he shoved it back into my mouth to make me drink some more.

I had never seen a pissing penis from this angle. It was a gorgeous piece of male meat. I felt degraded and humiliated. I went wild drinking his piss. And I licked this meaty bat that I was starting to adore.

I pulled me up and pushed his pissing organ into my butt. He filled me with this warm fluid. His piss filled my ass to the bursting point.

"Okay, get on the toilet and wash out your fucking ass with the piss I gave you, so that I can fuck you."

He was showering, to clean off the piss that had splattered on him. I sat on the toilet and shat out the piss and all my load within a minute.

"Come here and shower off!"

I went under the shower. He covered my body with a strange smelling liquid. I suddenly felt weak and helpless. My skin prickled.

He was behind me with three fingers up my pucker. "Give me your hands!"

I reached behind me. Clack, clack! He had cuffed me. "You're mine! You are going to do everything exactly as I tell you, or I will break your neck, do you hear me?"

"Yeah," I managed to utter. This was the first word that I had spoken to him.

"You are going to help me give you the pain and fuck that you deserve, do you understand? We're gonna tie you up a bit, tit-clip ya and play a little with that sweet ass hole. During these games you will be allowed to suck my gorgeous dick, keeping him good and hard, do you hear? I'm gonna give ya some whiskey and maybe some more piss!" He grinned dirtily.

He dragged me back into the bedroom and threw me on the floor. He went to the bar and took out a big bottle of whiskey. He opened it and set it on my lips. "Drink!" he barked. I drank about a cup of this bitter, burning fluid. "My piss tasted better, didn't it? Now roll over!" I rolled over.

He emptied about a third of the booze in my ass. "Stay nice and still while your sweet hiney takes up the booze. We have to use that numbed butt for a lot of fun tonight." His animal laughter frightened me and made me hot at the same time.

He left me lying there for a while and was looking for something in the closet. He came back with a toolbox and cuffed my feet together. I felt the cold metal. While he did this, he stroked his monstrous dick. It made him hot having me in his power.

"Keep that booze up yer asscunt, slave!" He used this word for the first time. "Now I want you to turn around so that I can tit-clip and ball-chain ya." He said this in a very cold and dominant voice. He was holding a long chain in his hands and little things with screws and metal rings. He pinched one of my tits and clipped a thing on it that looked like the mouth of a crocodile. Its sharp teeth bit into the soft flesh and caused a ripping pain. He clipped the other nip. He put a metal ring around my balls and screwed it tight. Then he pulled out a heavier chain, attached it to the chain between the tit-clips and led it down to my groin, pulled it gruffly through the ring around my balls and shoved it between my legs. "Turn around!" he barked. I rolled over on my stomach. The tit-clips bit their cold little teeth faster into my tits. He linked the end of the chain with the handcuffs. "Look at that! Every time you move your hands, you'll pull on your own sweet titties. My croco friends will bite again. But once you've got my turbo deep in that sweet little ass hole, you will gladly pull up your hands so that I can have a better ramming position! You're gonna help me give the pain you need, baby, cause you're my fuck slave!"

Suddenly he drove his dick into my asshole. The pain was numbed by the whiskey that still sloshed around in my butt. "Baby, why did you let the whiskey burn my dick like that?" He pulled my arms up. My tits burned like the fires of hell. Then I felt the wave of pain from his monumental dong in my ass. I thought that he was ripping me apart. The pain rose to my head. I started to lose consciousness, I had the impression that my ass was the center of my body and he was parting it. "Baby, baby, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you pig! You've let all sorts of men fuck that hole, isn't that true?" He pulled his hammer out of my ass and ordered me: "Clean it with your mouth! But don't let even one drop of whiskey out of you butt until I tell you to. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to punish you so hard that you won't even know any more what hit you."

He rammed his tool into my mouth without warning. Tears rolled out of my eyes. He slugged and slapped me. "You whore, you filthy whore!"

My head was turning. My hands strained but every movement sent biting pain in to sore tits.

"So, baby, let's go into the bathroom and let you shit out the whiskey. You can relax a bit!" His laughter told me that he had something else in store for me.

My dick was almost as hard as his even though I no way have the clout and size he does. He sat me on the toilet and told to shit out the whiskey. But there wasn't much left. "So you don't wanna obey me and shit out the whiskey?" His hand came down hard on my jaw. I lost consciousness for a few moments. He was already shackling my feet with new chains that he pulled up through the metal cock and ball ring. When he was done, he ordered me to get up. The chains tugged on my dick and on the chains that led to my tits. I felt like mush.

"Go to the bed and wait for me on your back with your legs up in the air so that I can continue my fuck. If you don't do exactly as I order you I'm gonna call some of my friends. They know how to make a disobedient slave docile. I would laugh my self shitless just watching them screw you till you pass out. You want a lot of dick up that asscunt, don't you, whore?"

When he came to the bed, I was already waiting with my legs as high as possible without ripping my tits out.

"Okay, slave! You let yourself be seduced by this magnificent cock. Now you're going entertain him for a good long time. I can cum three or four times in a row. Only each time it takes longer for me to orgasm. You're gonna think your titties are in paradise! Your little fuckable whore ass is gonna hurt so much that your will beg me to piss on you or slug you in your shitty face or shove this horse dong deep down your throat! But don't worry. After I've fucked you enough, you may spoil my club some more with your deep throat!"

I felt his stone hard penis that penetrated me without mercy. He pulled his tool out for me to admire as he gazed at my quivering pucker. I had never had such a great rod up my ass. My sphincter had to strain to take care of him as he wanted. But this man did not want to shoot his load until he had had his full pleasure and had enjoyed perfect service. He picked up a belt and started welting my ass cheeks. Some times he cuffed my face or pulled on the tit-clips. "Slut! Slut!"

Suddenly he shot his cum hot and strong up my chute. I felt his hot stream up the inner ring of my anus. It was a powerful, hot jet. But he didn't stop his fucking. He had just enjoyed his first sprit.

"Whores like you need a lot of cream to stay happy. I'm only doing my duty, baby!"

He had been right. My asshole ached so much that I couldn't bear the pain any more. "Please stop! Please stop!" I whined.

"He laughed. "Finally you're giving me what I want, you dirty slut. Beg me! BEG! This is MY fuck - not yours. This is MY pleasure - not yours, do you understand? You wanted this dong - and now you have it! And it's gonna teach you everything that you should have learned before. You gave your asscunt to everyone. This dick is not yours. It owns YOU! It takes you and rams you so that you are no longer you, do you hear? You are my object, my property." He cuffed me again so that I saw black. This seemed to make him even hornier. As I came to he was shooting another wad. I heard his muttering: "Shit whore!" I fell unconscious again. When I came to this time, I was hung from the doorframe with my hands and legs spread eagle. He had shoved a butt plug up my chute. He was watching a porn video and drinking beer.

Suddenly he spoke to me without taking his eyes off the TV: "Slave, I've invited a couple of friends over so that we can abuse you together."

There was a knock on the door. My master got up and shoved me aside to get to the main door. I couldn't see who had arrived. My master was speaking Arabic with someone. The laughter of two other men echoed through the room. These men would have to shove me aside to get in the room. But before they entered, my master was explaining something to them in long detail. His voice was very strong and manly with all the Arabic gutturals. The two other men guffawed out ringing laughter. My master caressed my naked butt several times and then smacked it heavy twice. The two other men laughed heartily again and made some loud remarks that I didn't understand. I felt other hands on my ass cheeks and fingers tapping on the butt plug, screwing it around. It hurt. I cried out and they all laughed again.

They shoved me to the right like the flap on a tent. They were rough and ruthless.

"Yusuf!" one of the men said to my master. I had finally learned his name. What then happened I didn't understand at all.

But Yusuf went and got a bath towel and spread it out under my feet. The two men rummage through some paper bags that they had brought with them. They took out whiskey and beer - a bit strange for Arabs but this evening wasn't exactly normal.

The fatter and hairier of the two had taken a carton of eggs out of the bag. He was chuckling dirtily. The three men sat on the bed facing me and played with the whiskey glasses and beer cans that they held in their hands.

"Slave, we're gonna fuck your tight little slave ass until you feel like mud, do you hear me? But first we've gotta have a little fun with you. Ahmed and Kenan have thought out a little game for you, baby."

The more muscular of the three, the one named Kenan, already had an egg his right hand. He was tossing it lazily in the air, and caught it two or three times. Suddenly he hauled out and threw it at my balls. My dick was hard but the strike of the egg was sharp. My dick bounced up. Egg goo dripped down my legs. Ahmed threw an egg in my face. They all started pelting me with eggs. The cold, breaking pain of the eggs and the feeling of humiliation made me horny. The three men laughed like crazy on the bed and drank more booze.

"I see that our little slut likes this. Look at how hard her clit is!" Ahmed said. He had called me a girl. For him, that was a degradation and he meant to humiliate me as best he could.

Each pelting made me shiver. This made them slap their knees and laugh. My face and my genitals were their favored targets, and of course the steel clips on my tits attracted their attention. Kenan came over to me and tugged on the tit clip chain. He said something in Arabic and reached around to screw the butt plug in my ass around a couple of times. I squealed. He looked at the other two and they laughed out loud.

The three were getting drunker and drunker. And I knew that their drunkenness would awaken the bestial drives in them and would cloud over all vestiges of civilization. I knew that I was facing a long, hard night of abuse and humiliation. I would have to lick and suck lots of Arabic cock and get it up the ass.

They threw their last eggs and leaned back to enjoy the booze. I studied the fat packages in their pants. These guys were hung like animals.

My master only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. The egg game had made him horny. His dick forced its way to the fresh air and he started to massage his monster with lust.

Kenan stood up, took off his shirt and strutted over to me, where I hung in the doorframe. His body was one mass of strength. Short and stocky, he had the physique of a torturer. A slight smell of sweat and rut radiated from his dark brown skin. His big, bushy mustache trembled from excitement and his nose was swelling like that of an angry bull. The muscles of his massive yet stocky pecs were moving from excitement. A thousand lewd thoughts crossed his face. He took off his pants and I saw an enormous bulge in his briefs. He pulled down the briefs and another massive Arab cock sprang up and down in front of me.

He went behind me and started to smear the egg goo into my hole. His pelvis pressed wantonly against my ass and the stubble on his chin scratched the nape of my neck. He started to kiss my nape and bite it between scratching it with his stubble.

He rubbed the slime with one hand. He lubed his cock with egg goo. He played with his dick, rubbing it against my ass cheeks. He pulled out the butt plug with a pop that woke the other two out of their drunkenness. Kenan was holding my swinging body with one arm and was guiding his monster dick into my anus with the other. It was a fast, merciless shove that forced the tight inner ring with one push. The inner ring now squeezed tight around his steel hard penis and sucked on it, without me even wanting it to. I was enjoying having this bat up my ass despite the pain on my wrists. He rubbed his stubble harder against my neck and chewed on me with his sharp teeth. It was as though he was getting sexual nourishment from me. Ahmed and Yusuf sat on the edge of the bed watching the show, as Kenan held my hanging body and fucked me to death. I was getting dizzy and I started to lose consciousness but my butt was sucking his cock in, eating it and caressing it with ardor.

Yusuf ripped the towel from his hips. His enormous mantool stood erect. He strode over to me with the gait of a warrior, swung his clutch and whammed me hard on the jaw. "Slave slut! You let this rat fuck you like a piece of shit, and you know that I am your master! Fucking piece of shit you are!"

He kneeled down and opened the shackles around my ankles. He gripped my feet in his iron hands and stood up.

He pulled my slimy legs up and shoved his stone hard boner against Kenan's fuck tool. With Kenan's next ram he penetrated my pucker. A burning pain ripped thru my body. I wanted to scream but my throat was stopped with spittle. These two thugs rammed my butt with their big Arab stompers and were enjoying every second of my torture. They hated me for being a worthless "xawalaat", a man who gave himself to being fucked by other men. But they desired me and needed me as they had never needed another man before. They craved me and took devilish pleasure in dominating and using me. Their lust grew with the knowledge that each of them was sharing me with the two other men, at the same time hated rivals and beloved accomplices. They were committing their own private breach of private morals. They dirtied themselves with the stinking asshole of a "xawalaat". But the thrill that this dirt and self-degradation secreted drove them to ecstasy. Besides, they were debasing me and turning me into a mere object, though a hotly hungered for object, a willing slave and an admirer of their masculinity. They wallowed in their communal degradation that they wrought on themselves and on me.

Kenan's cock was driving more to the right and Yusuf's more to the left. They were shredding my asshole with their enthusiasm. I studied Yusuf's face. He was drooling from wantonness. His black darting eyes were entranced by watching his own penis pull in and out as it was shattering my ass. His ballsack smacked hard against Kenan's who was moaning lewdly and lasciviously as he chewed on the nape of my neck and panted. Kenan mumbled something as he bit into my neck. He rubbed his nose in the bottom line of my hair and kissed me tenderly.

Kenan's lance began to shake as members often do before ejaculation. This put Yusuf in the right mood and he now shifted his tool into cum gear. Both penises stretched my anus to the utmost. I felt each glans singularly, each trembling pole, which started to spew forth sperm shots into my ass.

Yusuf had already emptied a load somewhat earlier - two times. But Kenan balled off first. Hot, acid dick juice dripped out of my ass and down the fuck poles.

"Stupid, fucked pig!" Yusuf roared. "Keep the fucking juice inside yer ass!" He beat my face like an animal. He tore his tool out of my ass and left Kenan alone inside who was still filling me with his cock juice.

"take him down!" Ahmed ordered. "I want him clean so that I can mount him, this faggot pig!"

Kenan was still shooting off rounds of cream and moaned with every shot. He was my subduer, the master of my ass. But Yusuf had already started to undo the shackles that held my arms in place on the doorframe.

I fell like a sack of potatoes and ripped Kenan's cock out of my asshole with my fall. He leaned over and mauled me hard over the jaw in his rage.

Yusuf clamped my head under his arm and dragged me to the bathtub, aimed his penis and pissed on me, again. Ahmed was standing behind him, laughing and joking in Arabic.

Kenan stayed outside and petted the last drops out of his dick. Then he joined Yusuf in pissing. This seemed to calm his frustration.

They put on the shower and covered me with bath foam.

Ahmed was now naked and already jerking off and waited patiently for his turn. He said something to the other two in Arabic and they both went out, leaving us alone.

He turned to me and started yanking on the tit-clips rather raggedly. The unexpected sharp pain struck my chest, streaked to my backbone and rushed down to my anus. I yelped. He laughed.

"Dirty xawalaat!" he cried. "Now you're going to get what you deserve!" He motioned to the bedroom and led the way. I followed him with the last reserves of energy. I was coming close to passing out, again. He pushed me onto the bed and started to beat me with his fists. My head started turning.

There he stood in front of me with his drooping belly and his hardon. "Come on, baby, suck me! Caress my prick with your tender lips. Take the shaft!" He was forcing my head down and his trunk into my gullet, filled with pleasure and lust, moaning. He must have been very horny, cause precum flowed out of his dick like piss. Between moaning and groaning he was purring, as he forced my head with his chubby hands.

He pulled his plug out of my mouth and smeared in around my face. "Lick my balls, baby!"

The smell of his rut entered my nose. It was a bewitching smell full of virility and musk. His boner was swinging above my eyes.

Suddenly he grabbed my hair and threw me on my back.

"Lift up your fucking legs, pig!" he ordered. I obeyed. He threw himself on top of me and rammed his dick into my tortured asshole that now seemed to be like mashed potatoes. "Another dick, another fuck," I thought to myself. "Let him take me and leave me in peace."

But he stuck his finger inside next to the shaft of his penis. He was widening my anus with his hand. His mouth pressed against me with his passionate kisses, while he slapped me hard with the palm of his free hand. He had a lot of energy that was composed of hate, love and revenge. Suddenly, his dong exploded deep inside me. Stowed up sperm spewed into me. The heat of his cum surprised me. He had been chaste too long.

"You are going to be my slave, do you hear me? I'm taking you home with me. I want to watch while the captain of the guards makes you yelp. I want to see you rim and suck out the assholes of my favorite guardians, see you put at their disposal to please their every whim. You are a fuck slave, a worthless xawalaat, a pig!" With that he shot off another round of thick sperm into my butt. "I fuck you and that is an honor, do you understand? I ? I am fucking you, baby. Thousands of my subjects would like to have my turbo in their asses. But I have chosen you, miserable pig! Oh, baby, baby ?." Hi right hand gripped my ass cheek as he came. His left hand was caressing my hair.

It seemed to me that my master, Yusuf, would have to fight with Ahmed for possession of me. But social rank played a more important role. What was with: "He who cums first?"?

He stood up. Yusuf came in and tore me from the bed, put handcuffs on me again. He and Kenan dragged me into a corner. He forced two tablets into my mouth and gave me a drink of water. I don't know to this day, why I obeyed, but I swallowed the drugs. The lights went out.

When I awoke, I found myself in a foreign room - a lot of pillows made of very fine fabric lay around me. The room was tiled. Small windows let sunlight enter. The bed was covered with fine, light blue silken sheets.

I was naked but with a leather collar around my neck.

I heard a sound from outside, like the tingling of goat bells. Next to my bed I saw a long-necked carafe, a golden cup and a small plate with nut pastries and dates.

My asshole burned like fire. It seems that someone had availed himself of this small orifice during my transportation here.

I did not know or understand, how they had managed to smuggle me out of America.

I lay there very still and tried to find my thoughts. I was surprisingly calm, and, indeed, partially without resistance. On the far end of the room was a wooden door with an intricate lock made of metal. I did not even try to move towards it to see if it was locked or not. I just assumed so.

Even though I didn't feel at all hungry, I poured some of the liquid in the carafe into a glass. It was greenish-yellow and smelled of peppermint. I drank this and ate some of the pastries and dates, relaxed and let myself fall into half sleep. In this state, I got a hardon dreaming about the goings-on in the hotel room: the three Arabs, their fat cocks, their smell, the mauling. Ahmed's last words returned to my mind. The captain of his guard, his men ? he wanted me to rim them all.

But who was my master here? Ahmed? Yusuf? I was sure that it wasn't Kenan. He didn't seem to have a high enough ranking. Maybe he was even Ahmed's bodyguard.

My feelings were so numbed that I did not even feel anxious. Okay, I'd put my tongue into some soldiers' puckers and lick them clean. Besides, I couldn't understand how Ahmed would be satisfied just watching me rim his men.

At some point, the door was opened. Two shirtless young men in very loose black pants entered and came over to my bed. They both had hard, melon sized pecks and were hairy. They wore turbans and had mustaches, knee high boots and long, curved sabers. Were these the guards? If so, I would have no problems licking them. They were the epitome of hygiene. Their olive brown skin was oiled with a fresh smelling cream. Their beautiful, black eyes spoke more of tenderness than roguishness.

They had brought me some clothes to wear. Practically, the same uniform that they were wearing! Only without the turban and saber. They motioned for me to stand up. I tried, even though my legs were somewhat weak. I stood there in front of them with a raging hardon. One of them gave me the pants. The other had sneaked behind me and was playing with my butt. Both of them laughed carefree and joked in their language, which I didn't understand.

The guy behind me already had two fingers up my chute and was nibbling on the back of my neck. I felt his hot, excited breath. Before I knew what was happening, he had his dick up my ass and was fucking like a rabbit. He petted my hair and mixed bites with kisses on the nape of my neck. His twin brother - or that's what he seemed to be - stood waiting. The one guy was pumping away and suddenly came. He pulled out his plugger and offered my ass to his brother. But he had already shot his load just watching. With a small grin he said something that must have meant "later!"

The guy who had fucked me showed his friend some shit on his dick. The other guy suddenly guffawed at me, slamming down on my jaw. He tossed the clothes on the bed and pushed me to the other door, which was the bathroom.

He pushed me onto the toilet with a certain virile power and pressed an enema into my hand. The apparatus was connected to a hose. I put it tenderly into my sore hole. The soldier turned up the pressure all the way. A strong surge hit my intestines. He laughed heartily and turned down the volume. He like watching me get the enema. Once I was finished, he told me to stand up. I did not understand the words, but I did understand the meaning. The machine had just sucked the dirt out of my asshole. Now he had a small enema in his hand, a kind of little balloon with a nozzle. He stuck it into my ass and pumped me full of some warm liquid. I suddenly felt weak, numb and willing.

He snickered, though I did not understand why. He pulled me to him, and stuck his steel hard boner into my butt. It did not last long though. His dick became soft. The warm liquid that was still in me had the same effect on his virile member.

His look-alike friend stood in the doorway laughing out loud.

They had me put on a jock strap and the pants. It was then that I noticed that there was an opening in the back of the pants so that men could get to my butt easily. They had me put on the boots. I felt so submissive to all of these men and that was their goal. They wanted me to be submissive. The two handsome young guys demonstrated how to get to my ass thru the back of the pants. They pinched my ass cheeks and chuckled. One of them pulled on the leash and led me to the door. We went down several corridors and finally came to a throne room. Ahmed sat on the throne and next to him, on a lower throne Yusuf. Ahmed exchanged some comments with my two guards. The whole room broke out in vile laughter. There must have been about one hundred virile men there. So were these the guys I was going to have to rim?

Ahmed to me in English: "So, xawalaat, here is your audience. These are the men you are going to service - after I get done with you and Yusuf is done with you. You know how we play. But just so that my men know what a wonderful fuck ass you have I want you to go around the room and let them finger that butt!" The guy holding the leash led me to the men who one by one inserted their hands into my pants and pinched and squeezed my cheek butt, some so hard that I squealed which brought forth more cynical laughter. Which I was squealing in front of one muscular stud who was pinching my butt hard, the man said something to Ahmed who translated for me: "If you squeal for that little pain, little girl, wait until you have all the guards' cocks in you. Then you will squeal for good!" Then he added: "You are going to be the sex toy for all of these men and any visitors we have here in the palace. So you will keep your pucker clean at all times for their use." Yusuf looked on hungrily. I knew that he wanted to fuck me and humiliate me some more but now he had to wait for Ahmed to permit him.

Once all of the men had fondled my butt, I was brought before Ahmed. He said something to my two guards. They immediately pulled down my pants and showed my naked butt to the assembly. My butt must have been red from all the pinching and slaps but there was an eerie

silence in the room and then I started to smell male rut in the air. I know what those men were thinking and it wasn't about making me happy. My guards pulled up my pants and led me out of the hall into a smaller room that must have been Ahmed's private quarters. The floor was covered with thick, colorful rugs. But there was a space with a big X frame where the floor was linoleum. On the X were hooks. I knew that this was the egg tossing X and who knows what other things would be practiced on me there. There was a strange piece of furniture on one side that looked like a glorified saw horse covered with a thick rug-like material. My blood froze when I saw that there were hooks at the feet of it. I pictured myself spread over that saw horse with my ass in the air - maybe there were hooks for my hands on the other side. I also saw whips and paddles. There was a refrigerator and another door which seemed to lead to a bathroom. My guards stripped me of the boots and pants and then made me put the boots back on. They were caressing my ass cheeks. My ass seemed to be the center of attention in this palace - everybody's attention. I guessed at the thoughts cursing thru the minds of these ass admirers - and they weren't pretty thoughts - they were thoughts of use, abuse and cruelty - desires to rip into my ass and destroy it for their carnal pleasure. The two guards took me into the other room. I was right - a bathroom with another automatic enema machine. They smeared my hole with cream and stuck the enema in me. I was still clean, so I didn't have to deal with this pain very long.

Then they brought me back into the room and draped me over the saw horse, shackled my feet to the saw horse and then my hands to the other side. I was totally helpless. They both fucked me again, fucking like crazed rabbits. One of them stuck his finger in my hole and smeared the gizz around. I guess that Ahmed had instructed them to do this. Later I would find out that these were two of his favorite sons and he was giving me as a gift to them to fuck in for his big dick.

After about twenty minutes, I heard the door open. Ahmed's voice: "Great! You are spread over the humper. Yusuf and I are going to avail ourselves of that hole for a while this evening. As you see, there is a head rest that will permit you to suck cock while your ass is being visited and filled with dick." Then I felt an enormous boner slide into my hole. I knew that it was Yusuf because of its size. "So, our little slut is here where she can't escape and will soon know the sperm of over a hundred men. We will spread-eagle you on the X frame and play our little games with you. You will be fucked all the time you are awake. Only when you sleep will you have a respite but even then, if some of us want to fuck you we will wake you, clean you out and fuck you for our pleasure. I bet you didn't know what you were getting into when you followed me into the men's room at the airport. My uncle sent me out to trap a willing xawalaat cause he knows what a beautiful cock I have and how irresistible it is for xawalaats like you." He said all that while he was fucking me. Ahmed was at my head; he turned around and gave me his asshole to lick. While I was rimming him he said: "I think you noticed how well you fit on the humper. It was made especially for you. While you were still out cold we humped you on it. I bet your asshole was sore when you woke up this morning. And the X frame was also built especially for you. The enema machines were also bought especially for you. Oh, yeah, stick your tongue in my hole! That feels good! And don't worry, all of our assholes are clean because we all have douche functions on our toilets - so you will be licking a lot of Arab assholes. Enjoy it." Then he turned around and shoved his hard dick into my mouth. Suddenly he pulled it out. "I forgot. We have a special tooth guard for you." He went to a shelf and took a round rubber ring. "This too was measured to your mouth." He fitted the rubber ring over my teeth and brought my lips down around it. My mouth was open like that of a fish. He inserted his penis again and fucked my throat. Yusuf:"I am looking forward to fucking that throat too. Why don't we trade places?" Ahmed: "Great idea! I want some of that ass." They traded places. I was surprised to find that the rubber ring was flexible outward but not inward. Yusuf slowly inserted his humungous boner into my mouth. The ring stretched with it. I must have looked atrocious with my mouth open like that. But Yusuf was having a great time massaging my throat with his monster. "See, slut, no more toothy blowjobs. Now you can deep throat dick like a profi." I was gagging and tears poured out of my eyes. Yusuf saw that: "You know what they say, baby, no pain no gain. And you are about to get your reward cause this throat fuck has turned me on so much." With that gobs of thick sperm splashed into my throat, choking me. Ahmed was nutting in my ass at the same time. He slapped my ass ferociously and it stung but I couldn't cry out because Yusuf was still squirting in my mouth. Yusuf "That was a great appetizer for you, slut! My sperm contains a lot of vitamins and protein. I will keep you fed, baby. At least twice a day in your throat and twice a day in your butt."

Ahmed: "I wanted to reward some of my men for their service, so I invited them to come and use you on the humper. After that, we are going to do some egg tossing while we drink. And then, who knows where we go? Maybe some whipping. Maybe some paddling. Maybe some more double-dicking. We will see." Ahmed said something to his sons who had been watching all this. They opened the door. Ahmed: "You are lucky, slut, there are twenty-five men here and they all want ass - your ass! And your ass is now lubed with royal sperm for them to enjoy."

The first of the twenty-five was already behind me. I couldn't see his face but I did feel his dick slip in. He slapped my cheeks as he fucked but he didn't last long. Ahmed: "My men haven't had sex in a while and so they will all get off fast. I know that you want more sex but you satisfy them now and they can fuck you some more later." Ahmed had his hard cock in my mouth again and was fucking my throat. One after another the men fucked me. My pucker was sore and I wanted to beg them to stop but I always had a dick in my mouth with the rubber ring protecting it. Some of the men, came to squirt in my mouth after they had fucked me for a while - others gizzed in my butt and then used my mouth to wash off their dicks. As some point I fainted. When I came to, I was hanging on the X frame with very tight tit clips on. Ahmed's sons held the chains attached to the tit clips, tugging on them so see me squirm. That made them hard. Ahmed and Yusuf were lounging on a sofa, drinking. They had what seemed like a mountain of eggs - not just the two dozen they had walloped me with in the hotel room. Ahmed said something to his two sons who then pulled on the tit clips as he pelted them with eggs. He was a good marksman, as was Yusuf. They always hit their target. My mouth was now free and I begged them to stop but they just laughed cynically and pelted more eggs. Yusuf was rubbing his crotch. "Close your eyes, baby!" And an egg hit my face. Mostly they hit the tit clips, which cushioned the smash, but also my dick. I looked down slightly and saw that there was a drain in the floor under me and that water was washing the goo away. The sons pulled on the tit clips again and more eggs hit them. "We could do this all night, Yusuf," said Ahmed. Yusuf: "Yeah, this is fun. And look at our slut with that boner. She likes it too." I didn't but the humiliation kept me hard. Ahmed hit a button next to his sofa. Suddenly the butt plug in my hole started to rotate. I yelped. "Nice sore butt hole, slut, isn't it. We are going for it again soon, don't worry. And more head. You are perfect for this. The more we humiliate you the more you worship us, the more you are dependent on us for your needs. I had to admit that I was starting to like getting fucked by Yusuf in marathon sessions. It hurt but I enjoyed the hurt knowing that I was making him hot. Two more eggs hit my tits. I trembled. The four men laughed. Suddenly, a shower of water came from the top and Ahmed's sons used a hose to squirt off the eggs that were disappearing into the drain. They took me down and dragged me to the sofa, where I had to get on all fours. They pulled out the butt plug and that hurt. Ahmed stuck his dick in my hole and then got up on the sofa in a crouching position. Yusuf came from below and pumped his huge cock into me. I screamed in pain. Ahmed's sons gave me some poppers to smell and the pain subsided. Since they had come several times already, the two men were able to hold out for a long time. But they were now very hot from having watched me wiggle on the X form. They didn't last as long as they probably thought they would. They seemed to be finally shot. Ahmed said something to his sons who took up the leash but didn't let me put any pants on - they led me back to my room. The men who saw me rubbed their crotches. In my room, the two sons fucked me again and left. I saw that there was a small meal on the table for me. There was also a decanter of wine. I ate and drank and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning when I woke up, six muscular young men were standing over me - Ahmed's two twin sons and after looking at the other four I figured that they were his other sons. I knew the routine - enema and getting fucked. They took me on the leash to the humper room where I got my enema and then they draped me over the humper and fitted the rubber ring in my mouth. At first they just admired my ass. They petted it softly and squeezed it a bit. They explored my pucker with their fingers - all six together. They talked a lot. I wished that I could have understood what they were saying but I heard the word xawalaat quite a lot. Then they started slapping my ass. One of them said in English: "red" probably meaning that after they had slapped my ass enough the cheeks were red. The shelves were within my view and I saw one of them go and get a small whip. I knew what was coming and I braced for it. At first they just caressed my cheeks with the whip but suddenly they crashed down on it hard. Over and over again. I wanted to scream but with the rubber ring in my mouth I could only groan. They got hotter and hotter. One of them stuck his hard dick in my mouth and pumped like crazy. He was jabbing his dick into my throat and I was choking. That kept my mind off the worst part of the whipping which only got wilder. Suddenly they all laughed. "Red, red, red" they said to me. That was got them into fucking mode. I felt the first dick slide in. Within five minutes he spurted his nut into me. The whipping had excited them all. The cock in my mouth started to erupt like a fountain. Another cock slid into my butt. The fucker was fucking and slapping my cheeks which burned like hell under each slap. But that got him off fast. The third cock entered me - it was longer than the first two and went in deeper. This fucker didn't slap me. He was petting my cheeks and muttering in English "Red, red, red!" Was that the only thing they knew in English? He fucked much more roughly than the first two. The guy with his dick in my mouth just stayed there for a while enjoying the warmth of my throat around his dick. The third dick exploded in my gut. The guy at my mouth pulled out and I think he was the fourth dick in my butt. Wow! These guys could go two or three times right after another. It took him longer, so I am pretty sure it was my throat fucker. He pulled out and came back to my mouth and slid his slimy cock into my throat to clean it off. I felt a fifth dick fucking me. He too was a slapper. He slapped harder than the first slapper and it really hurt but I could only moan with this dick in my mouth and the rubber ring holding my mouth open. This guy screwed his dick around, trying to give me as much pain as possible. He was really succeeding. It hurt like all hell. And he knew it, but that sent him over the hill and he started squirting his gizz into me. He muttered and I understood that he was probably swearing because he came so fast. Now I was in for the sixth cock. This one felt like one that I already knew. It belonged to one of the twins. The guy with his dick in my mouth made room for the last fucker to use my mouth to clean his cock off while the twin fucked. Like before, he fucked like a rabbit and soon climaxed. But he too now wanted a tongue bath for his gizzy cock. Just as I was cleaning his cock, the door was opened. I heard Ahmed say something to his sons and then to me: "I am glad that you are looking after my sons this way. They now know how to treat a faggot. And they have lubed you for me and a couple of my visitors. Your breakfast is going to be gizz, baby - and I mean a lot of it. We are going to fuck your butt until we are just about to come and then we will feed the gizz to your mouth. You are going to love it. You are the star of the show and the show is just beginning." I heard several men behind me. I wished that I could have seen them and understood what they were saying. Several hands caressed my stinging butt. The sons stood back and let Ahmed and his visitors admire their handy work. "My sons made your cheeks bright red, slut! That is how we treat fags like you. And I must say, you are a fantastic cock sucker now with that rubber ring in your mouth. You are our object, our possession, to use for our pleasure." Several of his visitors slapped my cheeks again causing them to sting. I groaned and the men all laughed. Ahmed gave directions to his visitors. I felt the first dick enter my butt. The man had a short, fat dick and he screwed around like the one son, trying to cause as much pain as possible - and he too was good at that. All of a sudden he pulled out and ran to my mouth, shoved his short, fat dick in my mouth and shot a load of hot sperm down my throat. All the men laughed. Another dick was in me already. This one was pretty long and fat - though not the size of Yusuf's. This guy was a long-time fucker. He went at me for about 20 minutes until I heard some of the other men complaining - so he hurried his pounding and soon came to my mouth to empty his load in my throat while another cock slid into my hole. This went on for about two hours. My stomach was full of sperm and it ached a little. Then I was unshackled and strung up on the X form so that Ahmed could show his guests how to pelt me with eggs. The men found this pastime very amusing. They also had some tomatoes now. The twins clipped my nips with the crocodile teeth clips and tugged at them, making me squeal. This made everybody laugh. Ahmed threw the first egg at it hit one of my nips pretty hard. I screamed out and this again made everybody laugh. Soon eggs and tomatoes were flying at me, covering me with the yellow and red goo from the vegetables and the eggs. The twins continued tugging on the clip chains until one of the guests asked to try. He was really rough. He was mean. I knew which fucker he had been, the screwer. He wanted to see pain and he got what he wanted to see. This fired him on and he got worse. He threw an egg at my dick and hit perfectly causing me to scream - that made him pull the tit clip harder making me scream some more. After a while, though, the men tired of this game and left me alone. Some servants came and took me down and washed me off. I was dragged naked back to my room. Many male hands fingered my rosy red cheeks as we returned. I knew what they wanted - they wanted the hospitality that Ahmed had shown his guests by letting them use me for their amusement.

I finally got to my room. There was a light lunch waiting for me. I ate it and immediately fell asleep. They were drugging me. Yusuf woke me up. It was early evening. "I wanna fuck you one more time before they give you to the monster. After that your hole will be so wide that it won't be fun fucking you anymore." He dragged me to the enema machine, inserted the enema and turned on the machine full force. He chuckled watching me suffering the blasts of water in my gut. He slapped my face and said: "So, baby, in a few minutes I will be deep inside you again!" He shut off the machine, lubed my ass and dragged me to my bed where he put me on my back with my legs up. He just rammed his big cock into my hole. I yelped. "Yeah, bitch, this is MY fuck! MY fuck! You are a fuck toy!" He fucked me for about a half hour. My pucker hurt. I begged him to stop and that drove him on more. "I'll fuck as long as I want, bitch! You are a hole, that's all!" Eventually, I felt his heat mounting. His big dong started to tremble. I knew that the gizz was coming. He shook, his whole body shook as he came. I could feel the big load he was discharging in me. I was glad that it was over because it hurt so bad. He didn't remove his steel hard dick from my hole - he waited a little bit and then he started fucking me again. It burnt like hell and I told him to stop. "This is MY fuck, baby, and I want that hole before the monster destroys it." He fucked for a while. He was sweating. His thick black chest hair was moist and matted. He started kissing me and then he started crying. "I don't want the monster to fuck you. I told them not to do this but they won't listen. They wanna see the monster rip your hole apart." This made him fuck harder still. The pain did not go away - it got worse. Finally, he climaxed a second time and again he let his dick stay in me. I felt it throbbing and spewing out the last drops of cum. My guards came in. Yusuf had to cede me to them. They put the boots back on me and a jock strap. They pulled me by the leash to the assembly hall. As we walked in, the men there all cheered and applauded. They gave me a cudgel. Ahmed: "We wanna see you fight the monster to keep him away from fucking you to raw meat." The monster entered. He was much bigger than any of the men I had seen up to now and very muscular and very ugly. He wore no shirt and the black hair on his powerful chest glistened. The crowd went wild. He held up his hands and smiled at the men. Then he turned to me and lunged. I held up the cudgel but he kicked me in the stomach and I fell flat. He ripped off the shorts he was wearing. His dong was already stiff. It looked like a small arm. He had sheathed it in a condom with knobs but he had cut off the top so that his cock head, the size of a fist, was bare. He pointed to the condom and said something. Ahmed translated for me as the crow broke out in guffaws.

"He has oiled his condom with Bengay so that you will be burning while he fucks. And let me tell you, he fucks for a long time." He picked me up like a rag doll and took me to a bed in the middle of the room. He laid me on my back and pulled my legs up exposing my pucker. A man with a camera came and zoomed in on my hole. They had put up a large screen in the hall. I could see my pucker quivering. Then I watched horrified as he aimed his enormous club at my hole and slowly inserted the head of his cock. I felt like I was being fisted. The crowd cheered as they saw the head of his cock sink into my hole. I shuddered and yelped. The crowd cheered. Then I started feeling the knobs with the Bengay. I screamed in sheer pain. That brought the crowd to a standing ovation and screams that were meant to egg him on. He spit in my face. More screams and encouragement. He started drooling. He said something. Ahmed translated: "Open your mouth and let his drool drip down your throat!" I obeyed, hoping in vain that this would make the monster come more quickly. It was the most painful fuck of my life and it was getting worse. I watched the knobbed hardon pound my pucker on the big screen. I fainted. They threw water on my face. Ahmed screamed: "We want you to feel the pain!"