Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2016 11:23:39 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject: THE SILO CHAPTER 8 TOMAS

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CHAPTER 8

TOMAS

By Bastian Ward



Tomas spent another day on his own.  Someone brought him his meals and
refreshments, but he never saw them.  He did wonder if there were hidden
cameras set up in the area watching him, and he got a bit self-conscious,
because he still didn't have anything to wear.  There weren't even any
towels in the 'bathroom' that he could girt himself with, but then he
reminded himself that he was just a slave anyway, so he supposed if Rashid
wanted to keep him naked, then he'd remain naked.  So he spent the rest of
the day wandering through the gardens, or watching and listening to the
birds in their cages.  He supposed someone came in and tended to them
during the day, as he hadn't done anything for them over the past 3-4 days
he'd been here; and while they seem to be thriving, but he thought he'd ask
Rashid about them if he remembered the next time he paid a visit.

His thoughts turned to the guys back home, and he wondered if they knew
what had happened to him?  He wondered if Ted had gone back home yet, and
if he had, did he tell the guys what had really happened to him?  He
wondered what was happening to his house and his things; he wondered if
they were looking after them for him?

He wished he could go to the gym as he was feeling a bit lethargic, and
wondered what would happen if he lost any of his condition, would Rashid
want him anymore?  So he decided to start doing some calisthenics, so he
worked out a routine of stretching exercises, as well as the usual sit ups,
push ups, etc. he also went for a run around the inner courtyards and
gardens, until he was a bit puffed out.  Now he was very sweaty after doing
all that exertion after being sedentary for so long, so he decided to have
a bath.  But as he was about to go into the bathroom he realised that there
had been no towels in there when he'd looked earlier.  Deciding he needed
to go the toilet, he continued into the bathroom anyway; and surprise,
surprise, there were some clean towels, so he could have a bath after all.
Then feeling a bit silly, but not knowing quiet what else to do, he thanked
the walls for providing him with clean towels.

It was while he was soaking in the bath that he remembered the musicians
hiding behind the wall last night, where he was able to hear them but
couldn't see them, so he thought it was probably the same deal for him.
Maybe there was someone listening for him on the other side of the wall,
but they may not be able to see him.  He was warming to this idea.  In fact
he liked this idea so much that he decided that he'd talk to them, he
wasn't sure if they were there all the time, but talking to the blank wall
was better than nothing.  That was what he began to do; he told the walls
all the things he had discovered in the gardens and courtyards, how happy
he was for being able to live in such opulence.  He even shared some
secrets with the wall, like how he was coming to kind of like being fucked
in the arse, but he made the wall promise him not to tell anyone 'cause
then he'd die of embarrassment.

He decided to go for another run around his suite of rooms, courtyards, and
gardens, and this time he almost got two full laps in before he almost
collapsed in a heap on the floor.  As he was laying there he was trying to
work out what was so different about him running around this time.  After a
bit it hit him in the back of the head, he didn't have the chain hanging
from his guiche, that's why it was so easy to run and walk around, he
didn't have the chain trying to rap itself around his legs trying to trip
him up.  When he caught his breath, he told the wall that he hoped that he
had clean towels in the bathroom, or that at least they had left the other
towels there.  As he wanted to have a bath and put on some perfume so that
he'd smell nice for Rashid's next visit, humph he, thought to himself; that
was something he'd never ever thought he'd say to himself, let alone a
'wall'.  That he wanted to put on perfume, or that he'd want to be pleasing
for another man, he suddenly had the disconcerting thought that he might be
falling in love.  The idea did stop him short and he did think about it for
a bit, and kinda thought that he didn't, really, dislike the idea!

He stopped to ponder if that even made sense, but as he was getting a
headache, he decided to try to have another bath instead, and he really
wasn't surprised that he had a big pile of clean towels in the bathroom
this time.  He thanked the walls for the towels, and didn't feel quite so
silly this time.  He made sure that he'd had a good enema, he was nice and
clean, and ready at a moment's notice if Rashid ever wanted to fuck him
again.  He ran a bath and had a good long soak, going to great lengths to
ensure his arse was as clean as he could get it, as well as ensuring all
his piercing sites were clean and there was no sign of infection.  He did
wonder what he would do if he got an infection, but then he supposed now
that he was Rashid's property that he would decide if he could get medical
attention for it, or not.

In fact that was something he'd never thought about in the past year or so,
what happens if he does get sick, he'd always assumed that whoever owned
him would take him to the Drs', kinda like he took his pets to the vets if
there was something wrong with them.  He felt a bit down about the idea
that he couldn't decide to do anything anymore, it was all up to Rashid now
and he felt keenly just how totally dependent on Rashid he was for
everything.  He went and sat quietly in his favourite garden; or what was
his current favourite garden and contemplated his new life as an owned
thing.  How he was totally dependent on Rashid now, and he contemplated
that thought for the rest of the day.

*********

Rashid needed to go to Muscat, as he had business he had to conduct there
in person, also he hadn't seen any of his wives or his children in over a
week, he mentioned it to Keane because he wasn't sure if he should take
Tomas or not, as he wasn't too sure on how long he would be away.  "Are you
taking any of the servants from the fort with you?"  Keane asked.

"No, of course not, there isn't any need; we have servants at our home in
Muscat."

"Then, Tomas can stay here.  He is livestock after all.  I mean no
disrespect, Sir," Rashid nodded his understanding, "think of 'it' as a
horse, or better yet, one of your falcons.  Are you taking your falcons
with you?"

"No, of course not," laughed Rashid.

"Well then there's no need to take Tomas if you don't want to."

"Oh, right,"

"He is your slave, Rashid, you can do anything you want to 'it' and no one
is going to bat an eye.  As far as everyone in Australia is concerned Tomas
died in an accident.  Ok.  No one is going to come looking for him,
especially after we've fixed up that other problem."

Rashid said that he really did understand, so the two men parted company,
Keane to deal with their other problem, and Rashid to get on with business.

*******

Late afternoon Tomas was surprised to find Rashid in one of the gardens,
and he greeted him, and asked if he could be of service to him; and looked
at him expectantly.  Rashid explained that he was going away for a few days
but that Tomas would remain here.  Rashid went on to tell Tomas that there
will be the house staff still here, but that he was not to let another
person to touch him, except for Keane, while he was away. Tomas nodded his
understanding.

Rashid told Tomas that he still had some work to do, but that he would come
and sleep with him again tonight, with that he left the suite of rooms that
formed Tomas' prison, and continued to explore the gardens and to sit and
listen to and watch the birds.  As the sun disappeared over the wall; Tomas
went inside to eat and to await Rashid's return.

*********

When Rashid returned after evening prayers, he was carrying some lengths of
cord in his hand as he walked through the doors. Tomas looked up and
wondered what he was going to do.  Rashid beckoned Tomas to follow him into
one of the gardens, where he tied Tomas to one of the pillars.  When he was
sure Tomas couldn't get free, he drew his dagger out of its scabbard; and
he delicately traced the outline of all of Tomas' muscles, and even though
the dagger was always kept razor sharp and was capable of split a single
hair.  Rashid's touch was so light that he didn't cut the skin; instead he
just left a microscopic thin red line trailing behind his knife.

Having started on top of Tomas' collar bone, he worked his way over his
pectoral muscles; taking great pains with his paps so that they were
perfectly outlined.  Rashid also deftly shaved Tomas' chest at the same
time, so that by the time he had worked his way down to his abdomen.  Not
only did all his muscles standout with their new red outline, but Tomas'
chest was no totally denuded of hair as well.  Rashid continued his journey
of outlining and shaving Tomas as he continued to make his way down Tomas
body, by the time Rashid had reached Tomas' treasure trail, his chest was
totally denuded of hair and looked like he had some strange disease that
had caused red lines to appear all over his skin.

Rashid continued to shave Tomas' treasure trail, and then outlining the
muscles he could see under his skin, and so skilled was Rashid with the
dagger that he hadn't missed one solitary hair.  Slowly there was a growing
pile of golden hair collecting at Tomas' feet.  Still Rashid continued to
shave Tomas and outline the muscles under his skin as he went, Rashid
deftly shaved Tomas pubic bush, and traced the lines leading into his
groin.  By now Tomas was very aroused and his cock was, as usual, pointing
almost straight up his abdomen, and Rashid just pushed it out of his way as
he continued shaving him.  Until Rashid reached the base of Tomas' cock,
then he pulled his cock down until it was pointing down towards the ground,
and he very delicately traced all the veins and blood vessels that were
just under the skin of his penis, until they stood out in stark contrast to
the rest of the surrounding skin.

Rashid continued down and shaved his ball sack, and traced the delicate
veins that were barely visible under the translucent skin.  Eventually
Rashid worked his way down to and including Tomas feet, having shaved all
the hair, and outlined all the muscles and blood vessels and veins he could
reach.  He untied Tomas and turned him around he shaved all the hair and
outlined all the muscles on Tomas' back, and his arse cheeks; he even got
Tomas to hold his cheeks apart so he could shave his hole.  Eventually
Rashid had shaved Tomas entire body, but the hair on his head.

He was then able to revel in the feel or Tomas' smooth silky skin, as he
licked and sucked every bit of Tomas' body.  He took him by the hand and
led him back inside to the bed they shared, and slowly, sensuously, Rashid
fucked Tomas, with long slow strokes until both men orgasmed together.
Tomas shooting his load between them, and Rashid shooting his load deep
into Tomas' very willing hole, and locked in each other's embrace they
slept the night away.

****************

The following morning, Tomas guestimated that Rashid had been gone from the
fort for at least 2hrs when he had to go to the toilet, so naturally enough
he went inside to go to the toilet, but when he reached the bedroom, that
he had to walk through to get to the bathroom.  He was confronted by an
absolute mountain of a man, "slave.  I am Baghel, and while Rashid is not
here, I am in charged?"

Tomas just looked up at the man, with an uncomprehending expression on his
face, "Um, Rashid told me that while he was away that I was to let no one
touch me?" without any warning Baghel slapped the side of Tomas' face so
hard that he was knocked to the ground.

"I said; that while Rashid is not here then I am in charge; and as you are
nothing but a slave.  You will obey ME!"  With that he turned on his heel
and left the room.

Tomas lay, dazed on the floor trying to gather his thoughts, it was at that
moment that his bladder reminded him of his reason for being there in the
first place.  So he picked himself up off the floor and went to the toilet,
rubbing his very sore cheek and jaw on the way.  He finished having his pee
and walked out of the toilet, and heard a clicking sound, and suddenly his
cock felt very heavy.  Puzzled he looked down and saw a chain was clipped
to the ring in his prince albert, his brain was quick enough to realise
that he was now tethered by his prince albert.  As the chain was getting
tighter he had the good sense to follow the person holding the other end of
the chain, who just happened to be the man mountain, Baghel.

Tomas was starting to worry, as Baghel was leading him towards the main
doorway to the suite of rooms he has lived in since coming to the fort.  It
also dawned on him that he was naked, not that that was a problem for
Tomas, he had been kept naked since the first day at the 'farm', but he'd
never walked through the fort naked.  As Baghel was holding the chain that
was attached to his prince albert, he had no other choice, so he walked
behind his new master as he led him through the fort.

"Do not make eye contact with anyone, slave," Baghel growled over his
shoulder, as he gave the chain a vicious yank.  Tomas stifled a yelp and
dropped his gaze to the floor, as he did a couple of quick steps to
compensate for the loss of slack in the chain.

Baghel led Tomas outside, but this wasn't the same entrance that Tomas had
seen when he first arrived, and he was now walking across ground with small
sharp stones littered all over the area, and Tomas didn't have anything on
his feet.  So it was becoming increasingly difficult for Tomas to keep up,
and Baghel felt the need to give him a hurry up by yanking on the chain he
had in his hand a couple of times, which meant that he was yanking, rather
savagely on poor Tomas' prince albert, and consequently on his cock.

Tomas could see that they were heading towards a building, and he fervently
prayed that the floor was paved, or at least hard packed earth.  The
building turned out to be a stable, and Baghel had one of the stable men
bring him a horse and a donkey.  The man rushed off and reappeared with a
horse and a donkey moments later, the horse with a saddle and the donkey
without.

Tomas had never ridden a horse before, so he was hoping that they didn't
have to go far, but Baghel mounted the horse, and told Tomas to get onto
the donkey.  Tomas realised that it was pointless telling Baghel that he
had never ridden any kind of animal before, but again he wisely decided not
to say anything and tried his best to get onto the donkey.  In the end
Baghel picked Tomas up and put him bodily on to the donkey, grabbing the
reins of the donkey and the chain that still tethered Tomas. Baghel took
them up higher in the mountains that surrounded the fort; they travelled
for about 3hrs before they came to a large cave; that was large enough for
Baghel to ride the horse in to.

Baghel jumped down off his horse and Tomas remained on the donkey, waiting
for Baghel to tell him what to do.  Baghel walked further into the cave and
returned with some lanterns that he had lit.  He hung the lanterns on hooks
that had been set into the walls, and as they were spaced out around the
cave.  The only things that Tomas could see in the cave were some posts
that had been set into the floor of the cave.  While Tomas was trying to
work out what their purpose could possibly be, Baghel came up behind him
and pushed him off the donkey and he fell to the ground.

Before he had a chance to recover, Baghel had picked up the chain and gave
it a savage yank, and before he could stop himself, Tomas screamed from the
pain in his cock.  Baghel just stood there and laughed as he prepared to
give the chain another savage yank, thankfully Tomas had assumed that this
is what he was going to do and had got to his feet just in time.  Baghel
led Tomas over to the posts, and as he got closer Tomas noticed that there
were metal rings attached to each post, and for the first time a feeling of
real dread began to grow in the pit of Tomas' stomach.  Baghel attached his
end of the chain to one of the rings on the centre post, and picking up a
coil of rope from the ground he tied one of Tomas' arms, by his wrist to
one of the other posts; and then tied his other arm to another post.  This
time he made sure that the rope was tight enough, so that both of Tomas'
arms were both stretched out to the side of him and Tomas was unable to
move.

Tomas heard Baghel opening a bag, and he heard the crack, about 5secs
before his brain registered the bite of the whip on his back.  Although
Tomas'd had regular bondage sessions at the 'farm', and the Masters weren't
gentle, they had gone to great lengths to ensure that they didn't break the
skin.  Baghel had no such compunction, after the 4th or 5th strike, Tomas
thought he could feel blood running down his back.  Tomas lost count of how
many times Baghel had hit him with the whip, he didn't know that Baghel had
stopped whipping him, all he knew was he could hear someone screaming, and
it wasn't until Baghel was standing in front of him and had backhanded him
savagely across the face, that he realised that he was the one who in
actual fact was screaming.

Tomas' back felt like his back was on fire, and his wrists were really
painful as well.  Tomas had stopped screaming, after Baghel hit him, and
now he just stood there with his chest heaving trying to catch his breath,
and deal with the pain emanating from his back and wrists.  Baghel stood in
front of him and took a long drink from a water skin, he offered the skin
to Tomas, and when he tried to stretch forward to get a drink.  Baghel spat
a mouthful of water in his face and laughed at him viciously; he stoppered
the water skin and put it down at the base of the post that Tomas' cock was
tethered to.  "You fuckin' useless slave," he growled at Tomas, "as if I
would waste water on scum like you," then he threw his head back and
laughed.

Tomas tried to remember how long Rashid said he was going to be away for,
and his heart sank as he thought he remembered Rashid had said a week, but
Tomas didn't know if he would actually survive a week of this kind of
torture at the hands of this man.  Baghel undid the chain that was
tethering Tomas' cock to the post.  He undid the ropes tying Tomas to the
posts, and it was all Tomas could do to stop from falling over.  Baghel
turned him around and refastened his arms to the two posts; so that once
again he was tied at full stretch between the two posts.  This time Tomas
could see the whip that Baghel held in his hand.  Dispassionately Tomas
watched him as he drew his arm back for the first strike, but even though
he thought he could see the whip as it snaked out towards his naked,
unprotected chest.  He still couldn't prepare himself for the pain as the
whip cut savagely into his flesh, and Tomas started to scream again.

At some point Tomas knew Baghel had stopped whipping him, but he couldn't
get himself to stop screaming.  Not even when he saw Baghel walking towards
him, with a big shit eating grin plastered all over his face, could make
Tomas stop himself screaming, and it wasn't until Baghel backhanded him
across the face again that he stopped screaming.

Baghel walked past Tomas and picked up the water skin and standing in front
of Tomas he said, "Fuck!  This is thirsty work.  Isn't it boy?" as he took
a big swallow of water.  Again he held it out to Tomas, and again Tomas
tried to get another drink for his parched raw throat.  That Baghel
restoppered the water skin and dropped it at Tomas' feet.

Baghel tied a rope from the tops of Tomas' thighs to a separate ring on the
two posts that were beside Tomas; he untied and retied Tomas arms so that
now he was bent over at the waist.  Baghel went back over to the saddle
bags on the horse and got something out, while he was busy Tomas looked at
the ground and could see all the wet patches that he assumed were caused by
his blood dripping from his back and chest, and possibly with a bit of
sweat mixed in too.

Tomas could see Baghel's feet as he came back and stood in front of him,
and as Tomas watched Baghel's feet he could see he held a ball gag in one
hand and in some dim spot in his brain, Tomas knew what was going to happen
next.  Understanding that it was pointless to resist, he opened his mouth
so that Baghel could put the ball of the gag in his mouth, and he could
feel Baghel secure the straps tightly behind his head.

Baghel ran his hand lightly, appreciatively, over Tomas' very round bubble
butt, marvelling at the light dusting of blond hair he could see, and feel
covering his butt.  Baghel shoved one big finger into Tomas' exposed hole,
without any lube, or any warning, nor was he very gently either.  For the
first time since he had been sold into slavery, Tomas wished he could just
give up and die.  He knew he probably had another 6 days of this to get
through, if he could just survive today.

Baghel lifted his dishdasha, dropped his underpants and without any kind of
warning or lube, and certainly without sparing even a though for Tomas, he
plunged the full length of his cock up Tomas' arse.  He banged away at
Tomas' arse until he shot his load into Tomas' bruised and battered arse;
he slumped forwards and rested on Tomas' back until he caught his breath.
He pulled his soft cock out of Tomas' battered arse, "fuck, I'll have to
tell Ted what a great fuck you are.  If you're lucky I might even bring him
out here to fuck your arse.  He sure is desperate to tap you buddy, and
after today I can understand why," he said as he went back to the saddle
bags.  When he returned Tomas could see a collar hanging from one of his
hands, what he couldn't see, but he found out when Baghel put the collar on
him, was the fact that there were studs lining the inside of the collar.
Baghel laughed as he snitched the collar tight around his neck, Tomas was
still able to breathe, but every time he swallowed his neck swelled
noticeably which caused the studs to cut cruelly into his skin.

Laughing, Baghel walked over to the horse and donkey, grabbing the reins of
the donkey he mounted the horse and rode out of the cave, leaving Tomas
tied, doubled over, to the two posts with ball gag and collar in situ.  It
didn't take long for Tomas raw throat to dry out, as Tomas couldn't even
swallow enough saliva to try to ease the dryness he felt.  Bound up like
that Tomas, surprisingly, feel asleep.  He knows this because he felt some
very small puffs of air on one of his ankles, followed by something wet and
very rough being dragged up his skin.

Tomas shit himself, and started to yell and scream as much as he could
around the ball gag, while he stamped his feet as much as the tight ropes
would allow, and it was at this point that Tomas just wished he could die
and get it all over and done with.  Tomas' efforts rewarded him with a yelp
and he heard whatever animal it was skitter away from him, but he knew it
hadn't left the cave but was probably just off to the side somewhere
watching him.  Tomas started to cry, great heaving sobs; and wished he was
back on the 'farm'; sure they were mean and punished him for things he was
sure he hadn't done, but this was just plain sadistic.

He thought he could hear the animal shuffling closer, so again he stamped
his feet as much as he could and yelled as loud as he could.  He tried to
look up to see if he could see what animal it actually was, but he couldn't
lift his head at all, so all he could do was to stare at the ground, and
try to hear if the animal came too close.

Surprisingly, Tomas must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing
he knew was he felt something rammed into his aching hole again, and as he
screamed around the ball gag, he figured Baghel must have returned.  When
he'd finished rapping Tomas' arse for the second time, Tomas tried to beg
him to take him back to the fort.  He tried to promise him anything he
wanted, if he'd just take him back to the fort so he wouldn't get attacked
by any wild animals.  "What are you trying to tell me, slave?  That you
like me fuckin' you?  Is that it, hmm?  'Cause you don't have to worry
'bout that, 'cause I'm gunna come and fuck you every day that Rashid is
away.  I might even bring Ted up here with me next time, just so he can
watch how much fun it is raping you.  You'd like that now wouldn't you!"
With that, Baghel left the cave laughing again, taking the only lit lamp
with him leaving Tomas in darkness again.

Tomas cried again, as he tried to shift his position slightly so that he
could relieve his sore aching muscles, but he froze the minute he thought
he heard a wild animal entering the cave again.  Again he was woken up, but
this time it was because Baghel had returned and was beating his abused
back, laughing at the screams he was soliciting from Tomas.  Tomas just
wished this nightmare would end, he couldn't remember, now, how long he had
been tied up for in the cave.  He couldn't ask, because of the ball gag
still in his mouth, so he just waited till Baghel'd had his fun, fucked
him, and left.

When silence descended on the cave with the darkness, Tomas cried to
himself again, he tried to rock, as much as his bonds would let him, in
order to try and comfort himself.  This time when he thought he heard the
scurry of the animal returning to his cave, he didn't care, he just wanted
this all to end.

When he was next woken by a light coming into the cave, it all became too
much for Tomas, and he started to cry before Baghel even entered the cave,
but this time he was surprised when he heard a different voice other than
Baghel's.  Tomas was sure he knew the voice, but couldn't place it.  He
felt hands running lightly over his battered body, and just hoped they
hurried up and fucked him and get it over and done with, but they didn't.
Instead he felt someone undo the ball gag and collar, and when he tried to
say 'thank you', all that came out was a croak.  He felt someone trickle
liquid into his mouth and he tried to force it down his parched throat, but
couldn't.  He felt his bonds being cut and he mercifully fell into
oblivion.

***********

Tomas came to and looked up into the face of Keane as he was leaning over
him, he started to apologise and made to get up, but Keane put a
restraining hand on his shoulder, and told him to lay still.  Which
considering the pain that had just erupted in his chest and his back, Tomas
had already decided to not to try and move again, it hurt way too much.
Keane explained to him, not that he had to, he reminded Tomas, but Rashid
left instructions that he was to be told.  So Keane told him that one of
the servants went behind Baghel's back and called Rashid and told him what
Baghel had done, and what he had told the other servants he planned to do
to you.  It just so happened that Keane was just about to board his flight
back to Australia when he received a call from Rashid asking him to delay
his flight, and while it was highly unusual.  After Rashid explained what
had happened, Keane had agreed to stay; he hurriedly organised for his
cargo box to be removed from the plane, and waited at the airport for some
of Rashid's men to pick him up.

Meanwhile, Rashid had flown back to the fort in a helicopter and organised
the men to go out and search for you.  When you were found, you were almost
dead, and Keane said that not even he could justify the treatment that
Tomas had suffered at the hands of Baghel.  Keane told Tomas how he had
been flown to Muscat and treated by a Dr that the 'farm' had used in the
past, and he knew not to make a report to the authorities.  He cleaned and
stitched up the wounds on your back and chest, and while you will not be
quite as beautiful as you once were, you will still heal up nicely, with
minimal scarring.

Keane told Tomas that both Ted, who had masterminded the whole kidnapping,
and Baghel, who actually kidnapped you, were being punished most severely.
Keane went on to tell Tomas that now that he had woken up, that there was
no reason, now for Keane to stay there anymore, and he was going to head
back to the 'farm'.  Tomas really wished he was going with him, not that he
could say that.

Both men turned when they heard the door open, and Tomas was surprised to
see a woman walk through the door.  Keane stood up and went and spoke to
her on his way out the door, without so much as a backwards glance or a
goodbye, and the door closed behind him.

The woman came over and sat on the side of the bed and asked Tomas how he
was, and Tomas told her that he was very stiff and sore, but otherwise
alright; he thought.  As he looked warily up at her, she explained that she
was Rashid's first wife, and that her name is Inaya, and that she has been
helping Keane to look after him.

"Rashid had come to the city to tell me and his other wives that he had
taken a khanith to keep his bed warm while he was here at the fort, as it
really isn't the place for one of his wives.  Bit when Rashid told me what
had happened I had insisted that he let me come and help look after you..."

"You're not angry that I'm here," he asked nervously.

"No, no here is not a good place for a woman to be, not even one of
Rashid's wives, so it is good that you are here, and I can see why he
bought you, you are very handsome."

Tomas realised that he was still naked and went to cover himself with his
hands, much to the amusement of Inaya. She laughed and pushed his hands
down by his side, "who do you think has been cleaning you up after you'd
soiled yourself?  Keane?"  She laughed again.  She asked him if he needed
anything and Tomas thanked her but he didn't need anything, so she stood up
and left through the door.

When the doors opened next, Rashid walked through them and came over to the
bed, and again Tomas tried to get up, and again he was pushed back onto the
bed.  "I am so sorry that has happened to you.  If I had known that Ted was
speaking to Rashid about this plan, then I would have cut his tongue out.
I didn't realise how strong Ted's lust for you really was, or I would have
taken greater steps to safe guard you, but don't worry both men have been
punished."  With that he clapped twice and the doors opened again, this
time it was Ted and Baghel who came through the doors, accompanied by two
sets of guards.

Tomas almost recoiled in horror, if Rashid hadn't put a steadying hand on
his shoulder, as Tomas looked at the two men he knew there was something
wrong with them, but couldn't work out what it was.  Then he realised that
both men had had their genitalia removed, and he stared at them in
horrified fascination, the more he stared the more he realised that both
men didn't even have a vagina fashioned between their legs, no, instead of
the cock and balls they used to have, they just had a small hole between
their legs they could pee out of only.  In fact you couldn't see the tiny
hole as it was situated just behind where their balls used to hang,
consequently, now both men had to squat to urinate.

"Tomas, I promised that both men would be punished for what they did to
you, and here you can plainly see for yourself what form that punishment
has taken.  But there is more, and I have waited until now to tell both of
them what other form of punishment awaits them.  Ted will remain here at
the fort and he will be khanith for the rest of the men here in the fort?"

Ted started to speak, until he got hit on the side of the head by one of
his guards.

"Baghel will be accompanying Keane back to the 'farm' for the Masters to do
with as they wish.  I was very lucky that Keane was still in Muscat when I
heard about what had happened, and he agreed to help me find you, and to
also help me punish these two."  With that he waved both men away and the
guards took them away, Tomas could hear Ted cursing and crying as he was
led away and telling everyone that they couldn't do this to him because he
is a Master, and Rashid told Tomas to rest when he got up and left.

A few days later Inaya removed the bandages from Tomas' torso for the last
time, Keane had removed the stitches and checked his wounds before he left
again to go home, and Inaya told Tomas to be very careful that he didn't
open his wounds again, and Tomas promised he would be careful.

Five weeks after Tomas had been kidnapped by Baghel; he felt a lot better
and was now able to get out of bed and to move around his suite of rooms,
courtyards, and gardens.  Inaya had come in that morning to tell him that
she was going to go home, as she had her house to run in Muscat, and then
she left him on his own.  As Tomas wandered through his suite of rooms he
found that one of the rooms had been outfitted with gym equipment, and
without thinking he thanked the walls for his great gift.  While he was
desperate to do a full workout, his back and chest reminded him that he was
not going to be able to train as much as he was used too, but at least he
could make a start and so he started off slowly and work his way up to the
level he was used to training at before he'd become a slave.

**********

When Ted and Baghel were escorted out of Tomas' suite of rooms they were
both taken down to the dungeons, with Ted yelling, screaming, and kicking
all the way.  The guards were looking forward to breaking him in, but they
had other duties to attend to first, so they put Ted in a cell and left him
there, while they took Baghel over to the cargo boxes that Tomas had first
arrived in.  The guards held Baghel in place while he was strapped into the
box and Keane administered the drugs that would induce a medical coma for
his trip to the 'farm'.  The box was sealed, and inserted into the 'dummy'
freezer cargo container, and when that was sealed and checked; it was
loaded onto the back of a truck that took it and Keane to Muscat to catch
their flight back to Australia.

When the guards had finished assisting with Baghel, they went to get Ted
out of his cell; when they opened the door Ted had backed himself in the
corner, and told the guards that they couldn't do this.  That he was a
Master.  He had money.  He could pay them not to do this.  He would kill
them if they came any closer.  But the guards just laughed at him as the
approached him, when they were almost close enough to grab him Ted started
to try and kick them.  The guards were prepared for this, and while one of
them grabbed his leg, the other guard grabbed him by the arms and they
dragged him yelling and cursing from the cell.

There was a large heavy wooden table in the area outside the front of the
cells and the guards tied his legs to the legs of the table so he was
standing in front of the table with his legs spread as wide as they could
get them.  They forced his chest down onto the top of the table and tied
his arms to the legs on the other side, so now Ted was tied immobile to the
table, but still he continued to curse and scream at the guards who just
laughed at him.  One of the guards picked up a rag from off the floor and
stuffed it into Ted's mouth, effectively gagging him.  Meanwhile the other
guard lifted up his dishdasha and dropped his underpants.  He lined his
cock up with Ted's anus and shoved his cock into Ted's anus right down to
the root.  Both the guards laughed at Ted's screams of pain, when the guard
was ready he started to fuck Ted's virgin arse for all he was worth.  When
he'd finished and shot his load of cum in Ted's formerly virgin arse, he
pulled his cock out, and while he was adjusting his clothing, the other
guard took his turn at Ted's virgin arse.

When both guards had had their fill of fucking Ted's arse, they went and
found the guards who were off duty and sent them down to the dungeon to try
out Ted's arse, and as they moved around the fort, the two guards found all
the servants who were off duty and sent them down to the dungeon.  When all
the staff changed shifts, those guards and servants who came off shift were
all directed down to the dungeon and Ted's waiting arse.

By the time he had serviced all the men in the fort, except for Rashid and
Tomas of course, he was untied and thrown back into his cell, where he laid
on the floor and cried, because he now knew that he would have to service
anyone and everyone who came into his cell.  Consequently he burned with an
inner rage at Tomas, because Ted blamed him for getting him into this mess,
and from then on; it didn't matter who Ted had to service, he always cursed
Tomas.

*********

That night after evening prayers, Rashid went to the suite of rooms that
Tomas thought of has his, but in truth they were really Rashid's rooms, but
that didn't matter.  Tomas greeted Rashid at the door and taking him by the
hand he led him over to the pile of cushions that were piled on the floor
in the corner, and he pushed Rashid down on to them.  Then he clapped his
hands twice; and the musicians on the other side of the wall started to
play; and like his very first night in the fort Tomas danced for Rashid.
Keeping time with the music Tomas started off very slowly, and he started
to gyrate his hips in time to the music, and staying on the spot he slowly
started to turn around with his arms outstretched as he moved his hands in
time with the music.  As he began his dance, Rashid could plainly see the
light scars that covered Tomas' chest and back, and a part of him couldn't
help but think of him now as flawed.  He was no longer the beautifully
perfect slave he had bought all those months ago.  As much as he didn't
want to dwell on Tomas' scares, particularly considering the way he had
obtained them, and he wondered if he could sell him, and if he did could he
find another slave who could match Tomas in beauty.

Tomas continued his dance, to gyrate slowly on the spot as he spun on his
centre axis; slowly bringing his arms into his sides and sending them
skyward over his head, so that his entire body was in full stretch.
Continuing, as he did, to gyrate his hips as he danced on the spot, Tomas
ensured that his entire body was moving, and with the slight layer of sweat
he was building up, again his body looked as though it was rippling in the
lamp light.  As he brought his arms back down he ran one hand down his
chest with his whole hand flat but just not quite brushing the skin of his
chest, so that even though his hand had passed over a piece of his skin, he
didn't disturb the layer of sweat that he'd already built up.  So the
overall effect was; that it appeared as though his hand was rippling over
his body, and at times appeared to merge with the lines caused by the
muscles under his skin, so his hand appeared to come in and out of focus.
His other arm he brought down as well and, keeping his hand at shoulder
height, he passed his hand out to the side, and then brought it back into
his body.

When his hand eventually reached his pubic bush, he brushed his pubic hair
very slightly, so that the hair looked as though it was moving of its own
accord.

Leaving his cock unattended so that it could continue its own dance with
his balls between his legs, and with his back turned towards Rashid, he
slowly sunk to his knees, and when he was on all fours, Rashid had an
uninterrupted view of his tight, light pink, rosebud of a hole.  Although
Rashid did note to himself that it was now more like a little slit than the
rosebud it was when he first fucked Tomas.

Tomas turned on himself, and facing Rashid, he started to stalk towards
him, but this time, instead of rubbing his face and head against Rashid's
knee like he did the very first time he danced for him.  This time he
lowered his head into Rashid's lap, and started to gum Rashid's cock
through the layers of his dishdasha and underpants.  All of which had an
effect on Rashid's cock, as it started to stiffen and grow within the
confines of his clothing, so much so that Rashid started to squirm in his
seat.

As Tomas became aware of Rashid's squirming, and while he continued to gum
his growing cock, he pushed against his lower abdomen until Rashid toppled
backwards onto the mound of cushions behind him, all the time Tomas had not
stopped gumming his cock, and by now Rashid's cock had started to leak
little spots of pre-cum.

When Rashid was laying almost flat, and while still continuing to gum his
cock, Tomas had reached down and grabbed the hem of his dishdasha, and was
slowly drawing up his body, until he reached his groin.  Then very quickly,
Tomas lifted his head slightly, just enough to get the wad of material over
Rashid's cock, and just as quickly Tomas went back to gumming his cock.
Only this time it was only through the thin material of his underwear.
Without his lips ever leaving Rashid's cock, Tomas rocked Rashid gently
from side to side as he worked the wad of material from under Rashid's
arse, and then continued to push his dishdasha up his chest, and when it
was caught under Rashid's armpits.  Rashid lifted his arms above his head
to enable Tomas to remove his dishdasha altogether, all while Tomas lips
never left Rashid's cock.

Tomas reached for the waistband of Rashid's underpants and very slowly
dragged them down his body, again Tomas' lips only left Rashid's cock long
enough to pull the wadded cloth over his cock.  But instead of going back
to gumming Rashid's cock, Tomas deftly flipped Rashid until he was lying on
his stomach, and he then parted Rashid's cheeks and drove his tongue right
into Rashid's anus.

Rashid was so caught up in the sensations that Tomas was drawing from his
body that the minute his tongue first entered Rashid's anus, he almost shot
his load right then.  It was only thorough sheer will power that Rashid was
able to prevent that from happening, because Tomas was not letting up on
his arse, and he was drilling it for all he was worth.  Eventually Rashid
couldn't hold it back anymore, with Tomas relentlessly drilling his arse,
his cock exploded shooting his cum all over the cushion he was lying on,
and Rashid bellowed at the top of his lungs.  Just with the intensity of
his ejaculation, but still Tomas continued drilling Rashid's arse, like a
man possessed, and without removing his tongue, or mouth for Rashid's butt
crack, he managed to drag his underpants down his legs, and with his
slippers removed them altogether.  Then when he was able to, Tomas slowly
made his way down Rashid's perineum, forcing his legs apart in the process,
until he was able to lap at the back of Rashid's ball bag.

Refusing to let Rashid turn over, just yet, Tomas continued to give
Rashid's perineum and ball bag a thorough tongue bath, until Rashid
couldn't stand it anymore and he tried to reach for Tomas' head so that he
could pull him up to kiss him.  That was the moment Tomas was waiting for,
and working his head under one leg, and without his mouth or tongue ever
breaking contact with Rashid's skin, he deftly rolled Rashid onto his back,
and continued licking and sucking his ball bag until he reached the base of
Rashid's very erect member.  Tomas went back to gumming his cock again,
while he hooked his hands under the edge of his t-shirt, and as he gummed
his way up Rashid's cock, he pushed his t-shirt up his torso.  Again, when
the material was bunched up in his armpits, Rashid lifted his arms over his
head, to allow Tomas to remove it as well.

Now both men were totally naked, lying on top of the cushions, so Tomas
gummed his way up the entire length of Rashid's cock, and when he got to
the head of his cock and his tongue found his piss slit; Tomas worked as
much of the tip of his tongue into his cock as he could manage.  Rashid was
drowning in the sensations that Tomas was evoking from his body, so much so
that he had forgotten that Tomas was damaged goods, and he knew that he
could never dispose of Tomas now.  He was such an attentive lover, that
Rashid couldn't bare the idea of getting rid of Tomas, Rashid was trying to
think of a way to get Tomas to teach his wives a few tricks, but was
finding it very difficult to concentrate, so he just gave up and gave in to
the pleasures he was experiencing.

He hadn't even noticed that Tomas had finally finished drilling his piss
slit, and was now gumming the topside of his cock as Tomas made his slow
way to Rashid's shaved pubic area.  Tomas continued to lick and suck his
way up Rashid's torso, until he found his paps and Tomas licked and nipped
them until they were painfully erect and standing out from the surrounding
flesh, that made up his pecs.  It was at this juncture that Tomas detoured
to visit Rashid's armpits, and he licked and sucked both armpits clean.

Rashid was, by now, driven so mad with desire for Tomas that he savagely
grabbed him by his golden hair and dragged his face up until he was able to
kiss him full on the lips, but even now Tomas was still in control as he
sucked Rashid's tongue deep into his own mouth.  With such passion and
force, that for the second time; in an incredibly short amount of time,
Rashid's cock exploded all by itself.  When Rashid broke their kiss off to
suck in a lungful of air, Tomas used that moment to dive on to Rashid's
exploding cock, and clamping his lips around the head, he then proceeded to
suck the rest of Rashid's cum out of his cock feeling it run down his
throat.  Hot and fresh, just the way Tomas loved it.

When Rashid had finished shooting his load down Tomas' willing throat, he
just had enough energy to pull Tomas up beside him, and both men fell
asleep in each other's arms, and while both men were falling asleep, Ted
was being released from the table yet again, and with his arse so full of
cum that it was flowing freely down his legs, he was tossed,
unceremoniously back into his cell, where he could contemplate how he had
got to this point, as he too fell asleep.  But while his was the sleep of
exhaustion, from being butt fucked, and force fed every guards and servants
cock so much, Tomas and Rashid's, by comparison, was the exhausted sleep of
passion.