Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2009 19:51:55 -0700
From: haverimseat4you <haverimseat4you@aol.com>
Subject: Serving The Twins

I was sent to the twins.  This was one of the few times I saw them.
Identical didn't even describe it; they were carbon copies of each other,
in looks, in personalities, and in thoughts.

They were slaves, but not slaves like I was.  They didn't get beat like I
have. They didn't have to have their body hair removed.  They didn't have a
collar permanently around their necks.  No, they were slaves because they
lost their freedom.

The first time I saw the twins was a result of the Sheik.  He had his New
York apartment renovated by the Twin City Construction, the company that
the twins owned; its name alluded to both their biological connection and
the geographical area they served-New York and Newark.  The Sheik was
amazed at their beauty, their mammoth size, and their near identicalness.
It was amazing that these men, at 46, still were so similar.  At 6'1" each,
they weighed about 280 pounds of muscle and padding.  They worked out
everyday, but ate what they wanted when they wanted.

John and James met with the Sheik at his temporary home as the job came to
a close at the apartment.  This was going to be a business dinner; it was
also the first time they were there.  I sat in a nearby surveillance room
with my slave handler, and the Sheik's number one collector Mack, and two
other slaves.  We watched the two men approach the door on two of the 19
monitors in the room.

After ringing the bell, the men were caught off guard when a beautiful
blonde woman opened the door wearing only the bottom half of a bikini.  The
twins were beside themselves.

The Sheik approached and invited them in.  "Do you like Missy?"  Both John
and James said yes.  "Missy, remove your bikini."  She did so without
hesitation.  "My life has perks."  The men laughed.  "You don't mind if
Missy stays here.  I do like looking at naked beauty."

The men were pigs.  They had hard-ons that tented their pants within a few
seconds of Missy's nakedness.  The Sheik noticed both bulges.

"I normally have many other beauties running around, but all but Missy have
flown over to California for the weekend.  I have a big party at my ranch.
A few friends of mine, some associates, and a couple dozen naked women who
will do whatever is commanded of them."

Missy stood there with her head down.  John tried to discretely rub his
crotch.

"I see that you men are aroused with Missy here.  I can't say I blame you.
I just fucked her in her ass."  The twins were jolted with his candor.  The
Sheik paid close attention to their reactions, studying their every flinch,
every instinctual grin, and every fraternal glance.  "If you guys want a
round with her, I need to make a call.  We could continue afterwards.
Missy, give these gentlemen the hospitality they deserve."

With that she dropped to her knees and reached for both bulges.  It took
one glance from each of them to understand that the other wanted this too.
Their clothes were off, and the Sheik got his first look at the men.  He
stepped back to watch them while he made his call.

He could not imagine just how masculine these two men were.  Big chests,
enormous arms, and meaty asses.  The genetics that gave the massiveness of
these men's bodies was not so kind to their penises.  Their balls were
huge, but the cocks were tiny.  They each had a tiny four-inch penis.  They
were working their best in Missy.

The Sheik wanted these men.  The men stood apart from all the slaves he
currently owned.  The fact that they were twins made their enslavement a
certainty.

The call the Sheik needed to make was real; it was to Mack, his slave
collector in the US, who sat only a few inches away from me in a
surveillance room a few rooms away from the Sheik.

By the time the two men came in Missy cunt, the plan had been formed and
cemented.

The Sheik gave them robes to wear, as Missy cleaned up the mess.  As they
sat for dinner, the Sheik told the twins that he loved the work they did,
and offered his ranch north of LA as their next project.  "I would consider
it my greatest gift to myself if you two would work on it.  It has twelve
hundred acres of land including a half-mile of private beach.  I am looking
to make it more of my play space.  You see gentlemen.  I have my ranch for
my own time, when I am away from my . . . family.  A place where men can go
and be men."  Missy had served the dinner naked; she was now cleaning up.
Both John and James watched her every step.  "What do you say?  Do you two
want to come to my ranch and get service like that?  Whatever is in your
mind, it's yours.  It's hard to find quality workers who appreciate the
need for men to satisfy their needs on their terms.  The way you two fucked
Missy here without a second thought to either of your wives tells me that
you two would fit in just fine.  Missy, what do you think?"

The woman giggled.

"Gentlemen, Missy here will do whatever you want.  John what do you like to
do?"  John looked confused.  "What gets your dick off?"  Before he could
answer, the Sheik changed the question.  "Better yet, what do you like to
do, that you can't get from your wife or your mistress?"

"I like my ass licked."

"Perfect!  Missy, get over there and lick John's ass."  Missy was making
her way around the large table.

"I don't know; my ass is kinda sweaty."

"She doesn't care.  Do you baby?"  She shook her head no.  "She wouldn't
say no if your ass was caked with yesterday's shit."

James offered, "Go for it."

Missy arrived at John who wasn't getting up.

"I insist that you let Missy's tongue go up your ass."

John smiled, stood up, and threw off his robe.  He bent over the table and
reached around to spread his ass.  The Sheik stopped him.  "No let her
spread your ass."  He did.  After five seconds his face turned to pleasure.
"Great!!!! Now James, can I ask you a personal question?  Do you and your
brother have identical fetishes?"

There was a pause so that John and James could glance at one another.

"Um, not really identical.  I love having my ass eaten too, but for me, to
piss in a mouth or an ass or her cunt gets me boned up."

"Do you have to piss?"

"Well yeah."  His excitement was evident.

"Her ass is real good."

He didn't have to be told twice.  The Sheik smiled as he manipulated both
men into another show.  After fucking her in many different positions, the
twins had her on her back on the floor.  John was fucking her mouth.  James
was up her ass.  Both men leaned over her while continuing fucking.  Their
head were inches from each other.  They were both in ecstasy sharing this
fuck.  The image of their glances of connection during their climaxes was
the vision burned into the Sheik's memory.

After the men came in Missy, the Sheik sent her away to clean up.  The
subject got around to California.

The twins were very interested.  They wanted Missy there in California.
The Sheik promised them that Missy would be waiting for them to lick their
asses clean every day.  The men hammered out some details.  James and John
would fly out to California for the weekend to attend the party.  They left
the lies to their wives for a later discussion.  There was no way that
these men would not be there.

As soon as they left, the Sheik called Mack, me, and two other slaves out
from the nearby surveillance room.  Mack and the two slaves led out Missy,
while I knelt next to him.  She was sold that night.

I had never seen the Sheik with such a grin on his face.  We were trained
not to look at the Sheik, to keep our eyes lowered.  Slave decorum eluded
my thoughts at that moment.  The Sheik slowly looked down at me.

"You liked that?"

Boisterously I said, "Ohhhhh YES!!!!! Sir!"  Again decorum was lost on my
part.

The Sheik patted me on the head.  "These two men are going to be my prized
possession.  I will remember this moment until I die.  It is the first time
I have ever seen twin perfection.  You slave, are one of the luckiest
slaves; you are privileged in that you share this moment with me, that you
are in my presence for this.  Amazing."  After a pause he looked at my
handler returning to the room.  "Mack, get this slave into whipping
position, I need to fuck something."

Mack led me to the whipping post.  The other two slaves returned, happy to
see that I was going to be lashed and not they.  The lashing was intense,
but short.  The Sheik was so horny, that he fucked me right there at the
whipping post.  His massive cock was brutally shoved into me.  He didn't
last long, much shorter than the usual hour or so.  After he came in me,
the two slaves came over to felch me out.

These twins had no idea what was in store for them.

That weekend the twins flew into LA, where the Sheik had his driver pick
them up in a luxury convertible, ideal for the drive up the coast.  But the
men never made it up the coast.  The car drove off the road into the ocean
below, killing all three men.  Their bodies were never found.

Or, that was the story the authorities told.  Their driver, Mack, drugged
the two men, the car was staged to look like an accident, and their bodies
were locked up in individual cells.  They were kept sedated until they were
shipped overseas to the Sheik's personal island, the place I call home.

Their arrival was not unlike mine.  I arrived on the island a few years ago
in a similar manner.

I was abducted from a leather bar.  Mack walked in, and I was enamored with
this 6'1" all muscle hairy beast.  I followed him into the bathroom.  He
stood at the trough.  I looked at his massive cock hanging out.

"Either your lips go around my head now, before I start to piss, or you
need to fuck off."

I was on my knees in a second with his dick in my mouth.  The next second,
I had piss flowing down my throat.  When he finished, he pulled his dick
out of my mouth but kept it millimeters from my lips.

"Is that all you do?"

"No Sir"

"You have roommates?"

"No Sir.  My roommate moved out."

"Got a boyfriend?"

"No Sir."

"Got family?"

"No Sir."

"Obedient to all my commands?"

"Yes Sir."

"Eat ass?"

"Yes Sir."

"Eat dirty ass?"

I would do anything for this man.  "Yes Sir"

"Let's go."

We got back to my place.  "Strip."  I stripped.  He pulled down his pants
and offered his ass.  "Eat."

And I did.  For an hour, my tongue explored every part of his ass.  He
stood up and lifted my chin so that I could look into his eyes.  "You have
no idea what you are in for."  He punched me directly in the face.

I woke up with a broken nose on this island.  I too had been drugged for
the transit.  I could only assume that my death was faked.

Mack told me that he was scouting for a toilet slave for the Sheik when I
approached him in the bar.  He was amazed how the situation of my taking
presented to him.

The Sheik was happy to have a slave who loved licking ass.  He once told me
while sitting on a rimseat with my tongue up his hairy ass why he liked my
tongue, "You can train a slave to lick ass, and lick ass well, but you
can't train a slave to love to eat ass."

So for the last four or five years, I have eaten ass every day, sometimes
from two or three men.

Waking up here wasn't the only thing Mack did to me.  Mack took a trophy
from me.  He had me castrated and sewn up before I awoke on the island.  My
cock and balls were preserved and were on his shelf, one of many, in his
quarters.  He visited them every time he came to the island.  He always
would bring a former owner over to taunt them, showing them the cock that
was no longer theirs.

The twins had arrived on the island.  There was excitement on the island
like I never seen.  The Sheik was in a good mood the times he visited.

The twins were being trained behind closed doors.  We heard screams from
their cells all hours of the day.  Then it stopped.  When we caught distant
passing glances at them they looked defeated.  Then we started hearing that
they were broken.  Then the news that the Sheik was coming back to the
island to "claim their soul."

Each of us slaves had-at one point-our souls claimed.  This was a ritual
where a slave was taken to the center of the compound.  All the other
slaves and handlers would gather around.  The Sheik came out and stood in
front of the slave.  The slave prostrated himself, kissing the feet.  The
slave said, "I offer myself to you.  I offer my soul to you.  It is yours
to claim."  The Sheik told him to rise and tell the world.  The slave
shouted, "I offer myself to the Sheik.  I offer my soul to him.  It is his
to claim."  The crowd usually cheered.  The slave stood motionless while
the Sheik got a bullwhip.  After cracking the whip a few times to get the
crowd excited, the Sheik relentlessly whipped the slave, while the crowd
counted.  Slaves sometimes screamed nonstop, some cried.  No point on the
body was spared.  The Sheik had mastered the whip.

The whipping stopped when the slave collapsed.  The number of lashes was
recorded.  Slaves with a higher lash count were considered higher in the
slave caste system.  While my count was high, my role as toilet slave
pretty much kept me at the bottom of the slave caste system.

After the slave collapsed, the Sheik removed his clothing.  His mammoth
cock stood rock hard.  He slowly strutted over to the slave.  He shouted,
"I claim my gift. I claim your soul."  He then fucked the slave, without
lube except his smegma or precum.  Some slaves bled, some screamed, and
some wound up enjoying it.

After the Sheik came, he got up got dressed and left the slave in a heap.
Any handlers who wanted came out and pissed on the slave's wounds, while
other slaves raced over and started to suck on the hole in hopes of
felching out some of the Sheik's cum.  After fucking the slave themselves,
the handlers drag the slave to the recovery room where the doctor waited.
The doctor addressed anything that needed to be.  The slave was cared for.
That evening, the slave reported to the Sheik's room, where he shared a bed
with the Sheik for a night of tender sex.  That was the only time ever a
slave was in the Sheik's bedroom.

The twins had this to look forward to.  But how did the Sheik handle two?
In the past, there was always just one.

A few days before the Sheik arrived, I was sent to the Twins.  This was the
first time I saw them up close since they arrived.  They looked like they
gained 25 pounds of muscle.

Mack was there.  I did not know he was on the island.  It always brought me
pleasure to see him.  I don't understand why; he was the one who abducted
me and then castrated me.  But he did represent who I was, so I had a
certain connection there.

He pulled me aside.  "Slave.  I have some special instructions for you.
The Sheik likes his new toys, and wants to keep them happy.  You are to see
to it that they are kept happy.  You will get their food, you will bathe
them, you will wipe their asses if they ask you too, drink their piss,
whatever.  If they want to slap you around, that's really their business,
not yours.  You are theirs.  Your role is to make sure that they are
pristine for the Sheik.  When they offer their soul, you are going to
lubricate their holes with your spit.  The Sheik wants their offering to go
a little different."

I understood.  They were slaves, but they were different kind of slaves.  I
was brought over to them.  "Slaves, I have a present from the Sheik.  This
is your own personal service slave ready to do whatever you need.  The
Sheik remembers that he promised you your asses licked every day, and Missy
here will do that for you."  When he said Missy's name, we had a
simultaneous reactionary jolt.  The three of us remembered how Missy was
offered as a promise.  Now I was Missy.

John said, "This isn't Missy.  This is a guy."

Mack interrupted, "This is not a guy!  She doesn't even have a cock or
balls.  Look at her!"

The guys looked down and started to laugh.

"She is what the Sheik gave to you.  I would strongly suggest that you
start appreciating the gift the Sheik has given you two.  You two have been
treated like you shit gold bricks, and you are ungrateful.  If it were up
to me, your insignificant cocks would be on my shelf.  The Sheik expects
that your asses are licked by Missy here, and they will be.

I stood there motionless.  John and James stared at each other.

"What are you two waiting for?  John turn around and bend over.  James,
pull your brother's ass cheeks apart.  Missy! Stick your tongue in there.
Get it good and moist.  I'm going to get a piece of ass, with or without
the spit job."

John turned around and got on all fours.  I finally got to see his ass up
close.  At no time in my life has there been such an amazing ass like his.
For the first time since I arrived on the island as a eunuch, I reached for
my dick that wasn't there.  I was sorry that it wasn't there.  But then,
I'm glad that I didn't have it, or else I would have been caught jerking
off at this moment.

I stuck my face in that wonderfully muscular ass.  James let go of his
spreading of the cheeks.  I licked the entire crack, to moisten it up.  A
faint taste of shit was present.  He was pretty clean for a slave.  Slaves
don't have toilet paper.  They either use their hands, get a toilet slave
to lick it up, or shower afterwards.  John moaned.  For a former straight
guy, he made the transition to enjoying gay sex real easy.

I knew my focus was not on eating ass as it was applying spit to his hole.
But that didn't stop me from sticking my tongue deep into his hole to feel
the inside of his ass.  I couldn't believe that I am eating the ass of a
man who I would have given anything to enjoy.  I sucked his asshole ring
while thrusting my tongue in there.  He blew a fart in my face.  I didn't
care.  I heard them laugh.  Again, I didn't care.

I was pulled off John.  "Missy, eat James there.  I want him just as
lubed."

I moved over to James.  His ass was identically magnificent.  Out of my
periphery, I saw Mack step up to John's ass.  We both thrust ourselves into
the twin's asses.  James moaned as John yelped.  I guess I didn't put
enough spit on the hole.  I need to remember to get James nice and wet.
Just like everything else, his hole was identical to his brothers.

After fucking both men Mack told me that the amount of spit on John wasn't
enough while James was about right.  Mack led me into the Twin's cell.  I
would hardly call it a cell.  No slave on the island had this.  It was a
former guard's room converted over to slave quarters.  It was a large room
with a toilet, without a seat, no toilet paper.  It also had a shower in
the corner with an ass cleaning station.  What struck me the most was the
king size mattress in the middle of the room.  I thought all slaves slept
on a wafer thin slave pad, until now.

We were locked in.  Mack handed the keys to the guard.

We weren't chained to the wall.  We weren't blindfolded.  They weren't put
in chastity devices, like all uncastrated slaves were.

"Bitch I need a blowjob." John looked at me.

"Yes Sir."  I dropped to my hands and knees.  I took his four-incher in my
mouth and started sucking.  I think it is ironic that this mammoth
masculine man was fucking my mouth, yet had we met in a bar somewhere, he
wouldn't have given me a fart in my direction.

I felt James behind me, playing with my ass.  He began to fuck me.  Having
been fucked by giant cocks like the Sheik or Mack, or by enormous dildoes,
I barely felt it enter.  The brothers tagged team me.  I heard one start to
puff, "I'm gonna do it.  I'm going to fill this bitch."  I couldn't tell
which one said it.

"Yeah bro, give it too her."  The second voice didn't clarify the source.
A few moments later, my ass was being filled with James's cum.

"My turn.  Here it comes bitch.  Take it.  Take it."  My mouth was filled
with so much cum, that it dribbled out.  I drank it down, and then cleaned
off his cock.

"Whew."  James pulled out.

"Yeah.  Haven't had anything to fuck in so long, a fag with no balls was
better than nothing.  Wonder if we will get to a piece of real pussy soon."

I wanted to tell them that no women ever step foot on the island.  In fact
the last woman I saw was the Missy I was named after.

The two men crawled into bed.  They filled it up.  I got it; I looked
around for the slave pad for me.  There was nothing there in the room.  A
slave pad would have been obvious.  John spoke up, "Just curl up on the
floor.  Quit bothering us."

James added, "You served our purposes, now find a corner and let us sleep."

A voice echoed over a PA system, "He sleeps in the bed."  It was Mack's
voice in a commanding tone. So their room was monitored.  Shouldn't have
been a shock.

Both men looked pissed off.  They each moved to their own edge.  I guess
that was my signal to crawl in between.

They fell asleep almost instantly, having just had intense orgasms.  It
took me a while to soak it all in.  I couldn't believe it; I was about to
sleep with two of the hottest men I have ever seen.  I had their cum in
both holes.  My role was to serve them and to lick their asses daily.  I
was very lucky.  It brought me back to what the Sheik told me in New York,
that I was a lucky slave.  He was right.

I awoke a few times during the night.  One of them, I forgot which was John
and which was James, rolled over on top of me, draping his body over mine.

In the morning I woke to the left one squeezing my left nipple.  "I hope
you are thirsty.  I have to piss."

So my service to these god-like men in slave collars began.  They were
demanding and very aggressive, but they seemed to understand the boundaries
of their unique rolls.

I fetched their meals and served them.  While they worked out, I was their
towel boy.  I massaged them each night, and each morning would massage
their feet.

They could be assholes to me, and they were.  They liked to kick me to get
my attention.  At least a dozen times a day they would face slap me.  They
liked to see me suffer, which is what the Sheik wanted-aggressive men who
were also slaves.

I got fucked once a day at least by each of them.  Most of the time I was
tag teamed.  I was rarely used by one without the other one wanting his
turn.  I always cleaned off their dicks after they dumped into me.

I was their urinal.  They no longer used the toilet.  I was the one to lick
their asses clean after they took a dump.

One day Mack came by to check in on the Sheik's prized possession.  He
snapped his fingers to me to give him head, while he talked to the two.

"Are you guys ready to give your souls to the Sheik?"

One of the two responded, "Yes."

Mack applied his hand to my head impaling it on his cock.  "Wise choice.
The Sheik was starting to get impatient.  He expected your gift a while
back.  He has invested a lot in you two.  You two have the best slave
quarters I have ever seen.  You sleep on a bed.  You have one of our best
toilet slaves serving you."  I came up for air, and immediately continued
sucking.  "It's hard to find a slave who enjoys eating asses and from
asses."

There was a pause.  "What do you mean 'from asses'?"

"He's a toilet slave.  A full toilet slave.  Didn't you know that Missy
will not only drink your piss, but she will eat your turds and clean you up
afterwards?"

From this moment on, I ate their shit too.

But, ultimately they knew that they were slaves.

I learned from the barber slave that the Sheik expected that their facial
and body hair to be exact on the two.  They had to work out exactly the
same, eat the same food at the same quantity.  These two identical men were
being morphed into the same man.  Any differences between the two were
driven out.

The final difference between them was their name.  On the day that Mack
told them of my toilet service, Mack and then James tried out the new
toilet.  With John sitting on the rimseat with my mouth on his hole, Mack
was fucking James, and he kept calling James by his brother's name.
Finally he said, "The Sheik wanted a single name for the two of you.  He
left it up to me to find that name.  So, I am changing your name to John as
well, it will be easy to remember then."

It made sense.  There was no difference between them.  Their looks were
completely identical, so were their personalities, and their fetishes, and
their entire entities.

So it was.  Mack made the order to call both of them by the same name,
John.  Not John 1 and John 2.  Not John and John.  Just John.  And they
were John from that moment on.

Over the next two weeks, Mack monitored their preparations for their
offering.  Their looks were identical in every way.  They were fucked by a
series of large cocks.  The stretching was not something other slaves got.
But the Sheik wanted John prepared for his fucking.

In the morning of their soul offering, they were taken to the ass cleaning
station, which was a shower with a three-foot deep pit and a board across
it.  John stepped on the board, while I climbed into the pit.  He bent
over, while I ate his ass for a little bit, to apply spit, to make the hose
go in easier.  With all the anal stretching they had, they didn't really
need that spit for the hose to go in, but I didn't bother telling them
that.

I did have to hold the hose in place while the water flushed out.  John
took pride on emptying his bowels all over me.  After he was clean.  I
licked his crack again.  I didn't care that I was covered in his shit.  He
stepped away.

John stepped on the board and the process was repeated.

I made sure that everything was perfect.  Their hair was done to match.  I
washed their bodies.  They were fed breakfast, but nothing heavy.

Noon was approaching, and John's moment was coming all to fast.  We were in
the slave chow room, when the Sheik and Mack entered.  The room went dead
silent, as the Sheik never came in there.  He made a direct line to John
and me.  "Well now, look here.  A few months ago, I saw two selfish sexist
pigs from New York.  Now I see one man.  One man connected.  John.  I see
Missy here has been taking care of you well."

The Sheik patted me on the head.  I felt so proud, as proud as a slave can
be.  "Mack, take John to get him ready.  Missy, come with me."

I got up to follow the Sheik, as John was going with Mack.

I was taken to the Sheik's bedroom.  I had only been in here when I
surrendered my soul.

"Missy, I want you to speak from your heart.  Don't think of me as your
owner right now.  Tell me about John"

I didn't know what to say.  "I am one lucky slave Sir.  I truly am.  To
serve these two men, I mean, this man has been mind blowing.  His ass is
the best ass I have ever eaten."  Oh no, I have eaten the Sheik's on a
number of occasions.  " . . . Except for yours Sir."  He smiled knowing the
meaning behind my clarification.  "The fact that they are identical and
perfect makes them the best trophy a master could have.  I consider it an
honor to have served them for you."

"In New York, when I asked you if you liked what you saw, I saw a look in
your eye that you got it.  You got my need to have this man as my property.
I never expected that I would have a connection with a slave, a toilet
slave!  But there it was.  It was serendipitous that he likes his ass
eaten, and you are a toilet slave who thrives on eating ass.  I knew that
you were meant to serve him.  That's what you will do.  After I claim his
soul, you will be my gift to him-you will be reassigned to serve him
permanently."

I smiled.  "Until them, I have to take a dump, and you are the only toilet
slave nearby."

Returning to Mack and John, I saw the two beautiful bodies on all fours on
the floor.  His asses were amazing.  So manly.  Such perfection.

Mack motioned me to John's hole.  This time, I didn't spend too much
selfish time eating ass, as it was to apply my spit everywhere.  Mack
pulled me off of John's ass, and I started on John's ass.

After a few minutes Mack pulled me off.  He and John began to walk off to
the center.

"John you know what's expected of you?"

Both answered.  "Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's do it."

Mack led John to the center.  He had the two men face each other.  Mack
stooped down and reached in to their balls.  He grabbed one set, causing
John to yelp.  The other set was smashed into the first set.  Mack could
barely hold both in one hand.  He tied both sets of balls together tightly.
There was no way that one could slip out without something violent
happening first.

The Sheik came out.  Mack stepped away, walking towards me.  The Sheik
approached John.  Tradition mandated that John prostrated himself on the
ground.  The bondage seemed to impair that.  The Sheik talked to him
quietly.

All the slaves and their handlers waited.

John shouted, "I offer myself to you.  I offer my soul to you.  It is yours
to claim."  The crowd cheered.

The Sheik smiled walked away to get his bullwhip.  Without ceremony, the
beatings began.  It was very difficult for me to watch.  His perfection was
being assaulted by each lick of the whip.  Then something that I never
expected happened-John kissed John.  These two brothers were kissing each
other, as their balls were tied together, tummy against tummy, chest to
chest.  This wasn't a kiss of sympathy.  This was a kiss of passion.  The
crowd went crazy.

The kiss excited the Sheik.  He removed his clothes.  His cock was rock
hard in one hand while the whip was in the other.  John was crying, but
didn't interrupt the kiss.

The Sheik was so aroused, that he ended the whipping by targeting the four
balls.  John screamed and fell to the ground.  The act of falling,
painfully caused the balls to separate, and unlocked the two men.  Each
brother grabbed his balls in pain and rolled on the ground, in a state of
delirium.

The Sheik strutted over to the men.  He shoved his cock inside.  John
screamed, but it was obvious that my spit gave ample lube.  The Sheik
pulled out of John and shoved his dick into John who was kneeling next to
his brother.  He fucked back and forth between the two holes, until he
came.  He managed to start in one ass, but finish in the other.

The crowd cheered.

The Sheik was running on pure adrenaline.  He got up, beating his chest.
His prize was now his.  He found the men.  He had them kidnapped.  He had
them trained to be one.  Now that slave offered his soul to the Sheik.  The
transformation was complete.

The tradition was that when the Sheik covered up his cock, the slaves would
rush to fight over a few licks of the abused holes in hopes to felch out
the cum.  The slaves today had two holes to fight over.

The Sheik grabbed his clothes.  Some slaves began to nervously lunge
towards John, when the Sheik raised his hand.  Everyone knew that this
meant something different.  He turned and walked back to John who was
starting to show signs of life after the brutal ball abuse.

When he got there, he pointed in this direction.  Mack said to himself,
"Why is he pointing at me?"

"SLAVE!" was the only command.

Mack looked at me, "What the . . . "

I ran out there and fell to my knees.  "Yes Sir?"

"Clean your master up.  Start with eating my cum out of his holes."
Everyone watched me dive in.  John started to moan.  Eating John's other
hole elicited the same result.  John started to push the cum out.  I was in
heaven.  I didn't care about anything but John and the Sheik.  I didn't
care that a hundred or so slaves and handlers were watching me eat John's
holes.  I didn't care that Mack was shocked at my summons.

An eternity seemed to pass before I ran out of cum to felch.  By now John
was getting his wits about him.  By passing out with a direct hit to the
balls instead of by the pain from the relentless whips, John was able to
stand up and stagger around.  He was covered with a lot less blood than the
typical slave.  The Sheik and Mack walked off to the office together.

John began to walk to the medic.  The whip spared his glutes.  This was
most certainly intentional.

Those perfect flawless asses are where I will be spending the rest of my
slave days.  I am thankful.