Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:56:03 -0400
From: max scoppato <tuffbottm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Yusuf One

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!"