Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 15:09:55 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Black Stallions Ch 1

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I have a new literary agent who has managed to get over fifty of my stories
published on Amazon Kindle. There are many new stories there that will not
be submitted to nifty, and quite a few reworked nifty stories that have
changed names. If any of you buy these please read the synopsis to make
sure you are buying new stories. Also, my second book, "Salem's Arabian
Nights", will be published on Amazon in the next couple of months. If any
of you buy it I would love to hear from you. Give me a constructive break
down of the story and I will send you my first book free, as an ebook. (It
was originally published as a paperback.)

Although this story is authoritarian, after a hard start for Frankie (19)
it becomes a fantastic sex romp for him with a bunch of other teenagers a
few years younger than him (16). Coupled with his life of luxury and the
eventual love of his owner he has no complaints.

Lots of sex and not much of a story line but even after 100 stories I still
love to write raunchy ones to appeal to voyeurs and orgy lovers.

I have quite a few photos to go with this one, particularly Frankie and the
Black Stallions.

Be warned, I have so many of my completed stories going to my agent and
ending up on Amazon, Kindle, that I haven't had time to finish any more for
nifty. I have five parts of this one completed and I will try to find time
to finish it before I get those posted, but you may have a gap after five.

			    THE BLACK STALLIONS
				First Part

Frankie knew he had made a gross error of judgement. Trying to mix it with
the `big boys' when you are only eighteen years old had been a monumental
blunder which he now realised he was going to pay for dearly. From the age
of fourteen he had been a runner for the gang. He had watched and listened
and learnt, but patently not enough because when he tried his first scam
with them they made him immediately.

"That was very silly Frankie, we trusted you and now you've let us down. We
thought about just making you disappear, but we like you. Besides, we have
been offered a lot of money if we sell you to the Sheikh."

Frankie froze. He had seen the operations run by the Sheikh. Male
prostitution mainly, but he had heard about young men being shipped off to
other parts of the world as slaves. Bernie had told him about a visit to
Morocco where he had seen slave boys wrestling to the fuck for patrons and
then the loser being the play thing for a bunch of rich Arabs for the
remainder of the night, and the cabaret acts that were frightening.

"I watched a pair of African - American slaves fuck a little white boy
about your size. The Americans had the most awesome appendages I had ever
seen. Flaccid they were a foot long. When they took turns fucking the boy
everybody else stopped what they were doing to watch. I don't know how the
kid survived but he did. I was told he became a regular attraction at that
venue after he had recovered from the first time. Of course he eventually
had to wear a nappy because his sphincter muscles no longer worked so he
would shit himself all the time. That was only last year, the big Negros
are probably still there"

Frankie had shuddered at the end of that story, but now he was almost
wetting himself with terror at the thought that he could end up in the same
situation.

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It was dark when he woke up, he had no idea where he was or how long he had
slept. His last conscious remembrance was Bernie pushing him toward the
Sheikh's henchmen.

"Cheerio Frankie, watch your arse." Then he had laughed.

The needle in his arm made him look at the man holding it and that was
it. He lay there shaking, wondering if he was to have the easy job of a
male prostitute in London, or something more terrifying in some foreign
country. He wasn't kept waiting long. The door opened and an Arab came in
dressed as expected in a djelaba with a kaffya on his head.

"Come with me boy."

Frankie could hardly stand he was so terrified. The fact that he was naked
didn't help either. He was taken to a richly furnished room and the Sheikh,
who was sat in a large ornate armchair.

"Ah, Frankie, I am so pleased to have you here. I have seen you and wanted
you in my slave harem for many years, but never thought I would be lucky
enough to get you. I even thought I might abduct you, but now, thanks to
your own stupidity I have bought you. You are a slave in my Moorish palace
where you will be taught to pleasure my friends and take part in my
shows. Now, let's take you where we can have a good look at you."

The room he was taken to next was weird. There was a comfortably, but not
richly furnished area with carpeted floor, and at the other end of the
room, an area that contained what looked like a doctor's examination table,
and a regular looking sawhorse, only this one had a padded top and each leg
had wrist/ankle restraints on it. There was a tiled area with slightly
sloping floor leading into a drainage hole in the centre, and a hose rigged
for use. The tiled floor area was in a corner with tiled walls and a chain
lift hanging down in the centre of that piece of floor. There was a chest
with deep drawers, on top was an array of objects that Frankie couldn't see
clearly but looked like whips and paddles, (in fact that was exactly what
he could see). There was a single armchair with high arms that had a ledge
at the end of each arm and a padded mat about three feet square placed in
front of it. He was told to sit, and did so on a settee, while the Sheikh
took another one.

"Now listen to me carefully and it will save you much pain. Anything myself
or one of my retainers asks you to do, you will do immediately, always to
the best of your ability. Any time you hesitate or refuse you will be
punished. The severity of the punishment will depend on what you have done
wrong. If you prove to be unsatisfactory long term I will give you to the
harem boys as a plaything. You will be lucky to survive 24 hours there
because they will take out all their frustrations on you. I have a little
Dervish boy there that loves to dismember other slaves when they are
finished with. Do you understand?"

Frankie nodded, he had read stories about the desert tribes and how cruel
they could be, he didn't want to find out first hand.

"Good Boy. Now, stand up and get a good solid erection."

The Sheikh was mightily impressed with this little white boy. Even before
his cock reached the horizontal it was about nine inches long.

"That is very pretty, Boy, now turn round and bend over the settee with
your legs spread and push your cock down between your legs."

The Sheikh moved in close and just spread Frankie's arse cheeks more to
reveal the anus clearly. Frankie shuddered but didn't dare move.

Looking at his retainer the Sheikh spoke.

"He is almost perfect Abdul, he looks like a virgin. The perineum is a
little hairy, I want that shaved, and his legs. Trim his pubic hair to make
it an attractive neat patch. Bring him back here when you are done and we
will look at the rest of him in detail."

"Stand up boy and turn round."

Frankie did as he was told feeling humiliated at his treatment.

"Half an hour Abdul, to make him perfect, then bring him back here."

Frankie was taken to a large bathroom with the ubiquitous doctor's
examination table in it.

Abdul pointed to it and with no further direction Frankie climbed on and
lay down. He watched Abdul, not knowing what was to be done because the
Sheikh had given his orders in Arabic. He wasn't frightened, just curious
because he could see the electric hair trimmer and the shaving mug with
brush and razor protruding from its top. Abdul set to work starting at the
bottom of the legs.

 `Smooth legs', Frankie thought, `that was novel', and wondered if he was
to lose all his hair. He realised that was the least of his worries. What
worried him much more was what was to happen to him long term. Legs,
hairless, Abdul combed out his pubic hair, trimmed it to a suitable length
before using the razor at the edges to give him a neat patch. Frankie
thought that looked quite sexy with his more than adequate flaccid penis
below it. Turned over now and he felt Abdul's hand stroking his
perineum. Then the razor again clearing the unwanted hair and checking that
his balls were hair free as well. All finished and Abdul went back to
stroking his perineum and balls. That was so erotic that he sprung an
erection. Abdul turned him over again and lying on his back was surprised
when Abdul went straight down on him and started giving him a blowjob. That
was incredible and Frankie couldn't believe how erotic that looked and more
importantly how sensuous it felt. It only lasted a few minutes and then,
before he could cum, Abdul pulled off and grinned.

"You will learn to do that very good with the Sheikh's guests, but I doubt
there will be many people doing it to you."

Frankie looked disappointed. Taken back into the other room and he was sent
to the examination table. Stirrups were produced and locked into the table
before his calves were slipped into the stirrups and locked down. The
stirrups were then raised and spread until his legs were spread very wide
and pulled back so that his knees were level with his shoulders. The Table
was adjusted so that his head was high enough for him to see what was
happening. A strap was put across his chest and his wrists were put in
restraint at the side of his head. The doors opened then and half a dozen
boys, all about Frankie's age trooped in and spread themselves around the
table. They were all clad in brilliant white athletic shorts and sport
polos. To a man they were very sexy and of all different colours. Finally
two African – Americans walked in, dressed the same but with longer
shorts, obviously to cover what they carried between their legs. Frankie
could see the outlines of the two cocks and gulped. They were enormous. Now
he became aware that his life as he knew it was over.  The boys all moved
round the table to get a good look at Frankie's anus. Some of the comments
were in English and made him blush.

"Gosh Harry, I haven't seen an anus that small in ages." That from an
English boy.

"I'm going to enjoy watching our American friends getting their battering
rams in there. I suppose we'll have to get in a new supply of nappies for
him soon."

That made Frankie shudder.

The two Americans were next and they were grinning as they dropped their
shorts and said to Frankie, "Hope you are ready to take these when they are
hard."

Frankie couldn't believe it, he hadn't really believed Bernie, but here was
the living proof. He wondered how much longer and thicker they were when
erect. He couldn't even begin to imagine, they were already inconceivably
large. He gulped, `Oh please God, don't let them near my arse with those
things' he thought as his eyes watered and he started to shake with terror
as that looked like becoming reality.

The Sheikh had followed the Americans in to the room and he was carrying a
doctor's speculum.

"We are going to open you up to the same size as these boy's penises
Frankie to make sure that when you perform for my guests you don't disgrace
me."

He gave Abdul the speculum and nodded to him. Abdul looked at Frankie,
grinned and spoke to the others.

"Come and have a feel and a finger to find out what it's like before anyone
has fucked it."

Eagerly they pressed forward to try to get a finger in Frankie's arse. With
six of them vying for room inside one very pretty arsehole Frankie
frequently found himself taking three or four different fingers at once. He
felt monumentally humiliated and ashamed at being abused like this.

Abdul called a halt after a few minutes and replaced all the probing
fingers with the speculum. Frankie could feel it stretching him wider and
wider until it became seriously uncomfortable. Abdul stopped then and
shrunk it before removing it and nodding to one of the boys. Frankie
watched him lube all the fingers of one hand before sliding one of them
into him. His insides were caressed gently with one finger making the
discomfort a thing of the past. A few minutes with one and then a second
one was added and eventually rotated as he relaxed more and accepted the
finger fucking with ease, and as his cock reacted, with obvious
pleasure. Three fingers, and then four, still gently and still
comfortably. His cock was now seriously hard and he begged to be allowed to
cum. Several of the boys played with his cock and balls, but not enough to
make him cum. The little English boy, Harry, kissed him softly on the lips
and whispered to him.

"I hope they look after you, I would very much like you to make love to me
when we are in the harem."

Frankie was shocked, looking at Harry, he thought he might like that as
well, but in the meantime he had to prepare for something horrible he was
sure.

The gentle fingering ceased and the speculum was back spreading him even
wider than before. When he thought they were going to split him in two the
stretching ceased and he just had to lay there and get used to being
stretched as wide as he was. His wrists were released and the young slim
American moved in close to him.

"Play with me English boy and use your mouth as well, get me excited."

Frankie thought about things he liked to do to himself to excite his cock
and did the same, with the added use of lips and tongue. There was no way
he could get any of this massive cock in his mouth. It was so long and
thick that even when it was hard it didn't come above the horizontal. He
played with it for ages until the man started panting.

"Alright Otis, lube up and use it where it should be. Harry, lube our
little plaything."

Frankie watched in terror as Otis plastered his cock with lube and he could
feel Harry pushing plenty of it into his anus.

"Try to relax Frankie, the more tense you are the worse will be the
pain. Otis is a foot long when he's soft and only fifteen hard so it
shouldn't be too bad"

Not a thought shared by Frankie.

When Otis moved between his legs, Frankie started shaking
uncontrollably. He felt the pressure of the head against his sphincter and
then it popped in. He fainted, the pain was unbelievable, he was sure he
must have been split. When he recovered Otis was fucking him, very gently
and only with a few inches. The pain was intense but bearable. Harry was
stroking his face and planting soft kisses on his lips.

"You're doing fine Frankie, relax, you aren't split, so no damage. Otis
will feed you all of it eventually, but he's not sadistic, he'll take his
time and make it as enjoyable for you as he can."

Frankie thought, `what could possibly be enjoyable about taking that tree
trunk in his arse.'  The fucking did remain bearable until Otis went over
the second barrier, entering his large intestine. The pain then sent him in
and out of consciousness, every time the monster went over the barrier as
Otis fucked him with long slow strokes. He remembered seeing the Sheikh
watching the proceedings a few times when he was conscious. He remembered
Otis pulling out and the other black guy replacing him. He thought that
changeover took place several times and then he felt one of them orgasming
inside him, pulling out and being replaced by the second one doing the
same. It felt as though he had taken gallons of sperm by the time it all
finished and he gradually regained some semblance of consciousness. He knew
he was delirious for ages, passing in and out of awareness.

When he finally rejoined the conscious world he was lying on a soft bed in
very pleasant surroundings. He could see the sunshine beaming into the room
and looking around he realised that he was in a huge room with lots of beds
scattered around, many with sheer curtains round them making the boys
behind them shadowy. The beds were more like futons with lots of big
cushions on them, lovely comfortable padded mattresses at floor level
giving the whole room an Arabian Nights feel about it. Harry was curled up
at his side gently wiping his body down with cool cloths. Frankie started
to cry then. He could still feel intense pain in his rectum and suspected
there was damage there.

"How badly am I damaged, Harry?"

Harry grinned at him.

"The doctor says you aren't damaged at all, but that you will be very sore
for a week or two."

Frankie didn't believe him, but he liked the way Harry appeared to be
looking out for him so he didn't say anything.

Twice a day for a week the doctor would appear and using a dildo like
object the same length as Otis's cock, but very thin, covered in some kind
of ointment, he would fuck him with it for a minute or two and then
leave. Each time he did it Frankie felt better. After a week Abdul appeared
and told Frankie he was to spend an hour in the gym every day working out
with the trainer. He loved that, and invariably Harry would work out with
him. The trainer was very hard on him, but with Harry there, Frankie didn't
mind. After two weeks, Abdul told Frankie he was to be taught to make love
to another boy properly, to bring him great pleasure.

"You will not be allowed to cum until your trainer thinks you have earned
it as a reward for satisfying him. Harry, you will train him. You have one
week then the Sheikh will test him. If he is good we will feed him into the
orgy nights. If he is bad you will be thrashed and Frankie will become the
fuck boy for the American Negroes."

With that, Abdul was gone and Harry was grinning at Frankie.

"I hope you are gay Frankie because this will be so much fun if you are,
and horrible for you if you aren't."

Frankie didn't have a clue. He had never even given his sexuality a
thought, he had been so single minded about becoming a good crook. Soon
though he was fully into gay sex. Harry was a marvellous teacher, making
love to him several times a day and having to reciprocate it as he learnt
more.

Lying alongside each other after a sex session, Frankie came up on one
elbow and looked closely at this boy that was making love to him so
amazingly, at the same time teaching him so that he could reciprocate. He
realised that this little blond boy was never happier than when he was
doing something sexual.

"How come you're here Harry?"

"Oh, I volunteered to be a sex slave for the Sheikh if he paid my mother a
large sum of money."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"Well, I love gay sex so that side of slavery was ok. My dad is dead and my
mum was in difficulties over money, so this was how I solved the
problem. Five years of this and then the Sheikh will set me up in business
so that I can have a good life."

Frankie was really surprised. He had no idea life could be like this.

"I wonder if I'll ever be allowed my freedom again, Harry, I fucked up big
time in one of the gangs so I expect to be here forever."

Harry looked a little shocked.

"Oh Frankie, boys that come here from the gangs usually end up being fucked
to death by the black monster cocks or taken away to the mines that the
Sheikh owns and they are never seen again. The only other chance you have
is for one of the Sheikh's guests to take a shine to you and buy you from
him."

Frankie was a little upset at this news but determined to be an incredible
lover so that someone would buy him. His problem he knew, was that he was
not classically handsome, and certainly not pretty. What he did have going
for him was his cock, which was quite a monster for a little lad. When he
wasn't terrified or being abused he was very congenial and did get on with
people usually. His downside definitely, was having been caught in a scam.
On schedule he was taken into a small arena with Harry, where a large bed
was placed. The arena was surrounded with large comfortable chairs for
spectators, one of which was occupied by the Sheikh.

"Now Frankie, make love to my little boy. If you are very good, you will do
it for my guests. If you are not very good I will let my American beauties
have you again and make you do some more training. If you are really bad,
I'll either give you to the Americans until you are fucked to death, or
send you to the mines."

Frankie was petrified and obviously didn't perform as good as he knew he
could.

"Not good enough Frankie. Bring in Otis and Delray."

Frankie begged and pleaded to be spared those two enormous cocks again, to
no avail.  The next hour was unbelievable. The Sheikh allowed all the harem
boys to come and watch so they lounged around in the huge armchairs and
watched the two black boys perform. They didn't fuck Frankie for
ages. There was loads of sucking and licking first, then they took turns
reaming Frankie out with their fingers while he played with them. They made
him stand on his hands while they spread his legs wide and fingered him
together. Doubled him over on his back and spread his cheeks to show
everyone his distended anus. He had to rim both of them as well. By then
everyone in and round the arena was about ready to blow a load so Delray
had Frankie doggy fashion and penetrated him. Frankie was amazed that
although it was painful he was totally aware and actually enjoyed the feel
as the huge penis slid further into him. Otis came round to his front and
Frankie licked and slurped on the biggest of the two cocks.

"Delray will take his time Frankie, to give your ass time to adjust
properly. I will be ready to slide in as soon as he pulls out, then I won't
hurt you going over your sphincter."

That was how it happened and Frankie realised that these two guys weren't
into punishment and pain, just good sex.

Otis finished him off in the missionary position with Delray giving him a
blowjob and swallowing all his cum. They both stroked him as he calmed down
whispering good words to him.

The Sheikh was delighted and determined that Frankie would be the fuck slut
for the Americans. Lucky for Frankie, that plan went out the window at the
next show. One of the Sheikh's guests was a very wealthy and influential
oil man. He had with him his sixteen year old son who fell in love with
Frankie, or more correctly with Frankie's cock.

"Oh please Papa, buy him for me."

Reluctantly the Sheikh allowed the purchase, making a huge profit on
Frankie, to ease his regret, ha, ha!

Frankie didn't know where he was going but he guessed that he wouldn't now
be wearing a nappy in a few weeks.

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