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Part 2- The second day
Back at work
Making it back into the office by 9 a.m. was no easy task. With bloodshot eyes and a raspy voice, I faked my way through a few prospecting calls in the morning trying to make it to lunch.
Jill Johnson, my 40 something manager, poked her head into my office. Jill was hot for her age, her body was fit, and she had a perfect ass perched on top of her long, slender legs. I stole looks when I was certain I wouldn't get caught.
"Looks like someone was a bad boy last night," Jill said with a smile.
My face turned purple when I heard her say "boy."
"Oh, you're blushing, you were a bad boy! Tell me, who is she?" Jill was now beaming as she walked into my office approaching one of the chairs at my desk.
"This is inappropriate, Jill," I tried to laugh it off.
"Listen to that voice, sailor, was someone over served last night," Jill kept pressing.
"I might have had a few martinis," I replied looking up through my eyebrows while my head hung trying to escape the inquisition.
"You look like shit, it's the first couple weeks of the quarter, why don't you go home and rest up. You're not getting anything done here today anyway," Jill said, mercifully.
"I think I'll take you up on that, Jill," I said, jumping at the chance to sleep off my hangover.
Jill left my office and started closing my laptop. I saw a new email in my personal inbox.
"Instructions," the title read.
I opened the email and started to read the text:
"Be here again at 7 p.m. sharp.
Do not eat anything after 1 p.m.
Stop by the drug store and buy a re-usable enema kit.
Follow the instructions and make sure are fully prepared prior to your arrival.
The same rules apply as always.
You will find instructions on the island."
"Was Sayidi planning on fucking me?" I wondered, as I re-read the instructions.
"Sucking cock is one thing, but getting fucked in the ass is the definition of being gay," my mind's voice said with emphasis.
I didn't believe that Sayidi was gay. In my view, he just liked dominating another man to prove he was superior in all aspects. For me, it wasn't about my sexual preferences, it was about the ultimate expression of submission.
In my mind, nothing was more submissive than letting another man fuck your ass. After my first night with Sayidi, it was becoming clear that submission had become a very powerful aphrodisiac for me. The thought submitting myself so completely to Sayidi had my cock rock hard underneath my desk.
Another Evening Begins
I stopped by the drug store on my way home to buy the kit I needed. With my alarm set to 5 p.m., I plopped in bed and fell fast asleep.
When I awoke, I felt much better. My headache was gone, and the whites of my eyes were almost white again. I took the time to prepare myself according to Sayidi's instructions. Then had a single cocktail out on my porch to calm my nerves as I waited to leave for the twenty minute drive to Beverly Hills and Sayidi's home.
At around 6:15 p.m., I decided I better leave if I wanted to make it there on time. Knowing that Sayidi wanted me "truly naked," I removed my contacts and wore a pair of glasses instead. That way, I could just leave them in the car rather than having to remove my contacts inside.
Since I was going to be stripping in Sayidi's garage when I arrived, I decided to wear only a loose pair of running shorts that covered my ass but not much more. Tonight, I was going commando as I did before.
"Should I even wear a shirt?" I asked myself, wondering if it would look strange to walk through my apartment halls shirtless.
"Hell, I just look like I'm going to the beach, why not?" I rationalized, as I slipped on a pair of sandals. With my keys in hand, I stepped out of my apartment wearing only two items of clothing.
"Well, aren't you a total slut?" my mind's voice scolded.
"It looks like someone is flaunting his body to excite his master," the voice continued.
"Are we going to be taking it up the ass tonight, boy?" the voice sneered.
Ignoring the voices, I rode the elevator down to my 3 series and pulled out of the garage on my way to Sayidi's home. As I merged onto the highway, I was already tenting my loose-fitting running shorts. I looked down and realized my balls were visible through the wide leg openings, which turned me on even more. As I became more aroused, I kicked off my sandals and drove barefoot for the last few miles.
An Unexpected Visitor
When I pulled up to the house, the leftmost stall was again open, but there was another car parked on the right side of the driveway.
"What the fuck?" I wondered, as I slowed in front of Sayidi's house.
"Should I pull in, or did Sayidi's schedule unexpectedly change?" I worried.
I picked up my phone and replied to Sayidi's email, asking if we were still on, then I pulled over and waited for a response.
In a few seconds, I got a response, "We are still on, nothing has changed."
With the ignition restarted, I pulled into the garage. I stripped out of my shorts and placed them on the passenger seat along with my sandals. I took a quick peek through the open garage door and noted that the coast was clear.
"Here we go," I said to myself as I took my glasses off and left them next to my other items on the passenger seat.
Then, I boldly stepped out of my car, naked, and made my way to the garage door button. I took my time to enjoy the sense of exhibitionism caused by my public nudity. As the garage door lowered, I entered the laundry room and made my way to the kitchen island.
This evening's note was on the island as expected.
"Make me my martini as usual. Also prepare a gin and tonic, you will find tonic and limes in the refrigerator. Also prepare yourself another martini if you like. We will again be taking our drinks in the study," the instructions read.
I poured the drinks as instructed and placed them on the platter for delivery. Tonight, I was going to regulate my alcohol intake to ensure I could function at work tomorrow. With the drinks prepared, I made my way to the study.
When I arrived with drinks in hand to the study, I found two men in formal robes sitting in the leather chairs with a table between them. They were speaking in a language I didn't understand, and they were laughing and talking loudly, clearly enjoying each other's company.
Following the rules from yesterday, I placed the platter on the table between them. Then, I handed Sayidi his martini, and handed the second gentlemen his gin and tonic.
Both men rose and removed their robes revealing their naked bodies. They handed me their robes and I folded them carefully over the office chair as I did the day before.
I took a long swallow of my martini and knelt at Sayidi's feet as indicated by the rules.
"I see he is well trained," the second man laughed as he watched me take my place at Sayidi's feet.
"This is his second day," Sayidi told the other man, as he sipped on his martini.
"Boy, kneel at my guest's feet so he can get a better look," Sayidi ordered.
I turned and crawled to the second man's feet and then rose to my knees keeping my eyes at or below waist level. The second man also had large equipment in my blurred field of view. His build and stature looked like Sayidi's.
"Boy, this is my brother, he is visiting from the UAE for a few weeks," Sayidi said, introducing the man as I knelt at his feet.
"You will call him Hakim, is that clear, boy?" Sayidi instructed.
"Yes, Sayidi," I replied. "Hello, Hakim," I said to the second man.
"Boy, do you know what Hakim means in Arabic?" the second man asked in a lower voice that rattled with presence.
"No, Sir," I responded, honestly.
"Hakim, means Ruler," the second man continued.
"Yes, Hakim," I replied.
"Boy, Hakim has the same needs as do I," Sayidi explained. "He also has a prominent penis and heavy testicles that fill with semen."
"Yes, Sayidi, would you like me to warm his testicles so that they may flow freely?" I asked.
"Hakim, would you like the boy to warm your testicles for you?" Sayidi asked his bother.
"It has been a long while, brother," Hakim clarified. "My testicles do need a proper release; they have become almost painful with capacity."
Without waiting to be told, I positioned myself to warm Hakim's balls. Sayidi's brother slid down in his chair to let his cock and balls hang loosely so that I could suck his right testicle into my warm mouth.
"Thank you for this Sayidi," Hakim moaned. "Do we have this boy for the evening?"
"Yes, brother, he is ours for the evening. This boy has proven to be obedient and discrete," Sayidi almost boasted.
The evening passed quickly, as I divided my time between warming each brother's balls and preparing fresh cocktails for them as needed. The brother's talked casually as I continued to wash their balls in my wet mouth.
After a few cocktails, Hakim was getting more aggressive.
"Lie on your back, boy," Hakim ordered.
I took the requested position on the study floor. Hakim rose from his chair and knelt over my face with a knee on either side of my head. With his right hand, he cradled my head and pulled it up so that I could suck one of his balls into my mouth while his cock rested on my face.
"My penis covers the boy's entire face," Hakim laughed, while tea bagging me. "I think my testicles are warm enough to be successfully emptied."
"Let's take the boy outside where we don't have to worry about him making a mess," Sayidi told his brother.
Public Submission Doubles
We stopped at the kitchen so I could freshen everyone's drink. I poured myself a very strong gin and tonic, expecting that I might need to wet my whistle as the two brothers used my mouth. The brothers waited patiently as I completed my bartending tasks, loaded the platter, and stood ready to follow them outside.
Soon, I was back at the round table on the deck in the late dusk of another July evening. This time I was less concerned about the public nudity than I had been the first time.
"Brother, may I use the boy first?" Hakim asked Sayidi, politely. "I've been traveling, and it's been over a week since my testicles have had a single release."
"Certainly, brother," Sayidi responded. "We have plenty of time with him to ensure you get what you need."
"Thank you, brother, and also thank you for the pill you provided earlier this evening," Hakim continued. "As your slightly older brother, it's nice to have some help from time to time."
"I took the same pill, Hakim," Sayidi laughed, we should both be able to last late into the evening."
"What the fuck?" my mind's voice screamed. "Did these perverts take Viagra!"
Listening to the two brothers talk about me like a toy they were going to share, was a pure aphrodisiac for my newly minted submissive psyche. As I thought about being used by two Arab men for the entire evening, my cock started to throb, and my face became flush.
I got down on my hands and knees and crawled between Hakim's legs without being asked.
"Look at this slut," Hakim laughed, as I sucked on the end of his hard, uncut cock.
As Hakim laughed, I took a deep breath and took his cock balls deep into my throat and held it there. Hakim's cock was a little longer than Sayidi's but not quite as thick. Hakim's hands grabbed the back of my head as he let out a long moan that was quite loud for our outdoor setting.
"He's taken my full length, right from the start!" Hakim said with a groan. "You have taught him well, brother."
I released Hakim's cock from my mouth and took a deep breath. Then back down I went, balls deep on Hakim's cock. Before he could put his hands on the back of my head, I started making long strokes, using my throat to stimulate Hakim's cock.
I was rocking quickly now, listening to the obscene noises my throat made as I used it to suck the older brother off. Hakim was moaning and guiding my head with both hands as I used his Arab cock to fuck my own face. I paused again with my nose fully buried in Hakim's course pubic hair, his balls resting against my chin.
I slowly pulled off Hakim and wiped my mouth while looking back at Sayidi's hard cock.
"It feels rude making you wait while I service your brother's cock, Sayidi" I said looking directly at the doctor's cock.
"What are you proposing, boy?" Sayidi asked, feigning curiosity. "Is there a way you can service me while you simultaneously pleasure my brother?"
There was no voice in my head telling me to stop now. I was off the chain, taking myself deeper into this swamp of submission and depravity.
"Would you like to fuck my ass while I suck Hakim's cock, Sayidi?" I asked quietly, staring at Sayidi's hard cock.
"Boy, remember that whatever you give me, you will have to give my brother on equal terms," Sayidi cautioned. "Also remember that once you let me take your anus, I will use it every time you are here."
"If this is what you want, then you must ask for it," Sayidi said in a low voice.
"You were right about this one, brother," Hakim said, as he stroked his cock. "He has absolutely no self-respect. There seems to be no limit to what he will do for us."
"Please, brothers use me as you wish for your pleasure," I said, as my voice quivered.
With that, I got back on all fours and resumed taking full strokes on Hakim's cock. My mind buzzed with excitement as I realized that I just gave these two Arabs a blank check that my body was about to cash.
I felt the head of Sayidi's cock press against my ass and then stop.
"Make me wet," Sayidi said, slapping my ass.
I pulled off Hakim and turned to face Sayidi's erect cock while on my knees. In one long slow stroke, I took Sayidi all the way to the base. Then I took long rapid strokes across the full length of his cock. As his cock slammed across my glottis, over and over, my mouth filled with saliva. Soon, Sayidi no 's cock was well coated.
Sayidi pulled me off his cock and pushed my head back toward Hakim's cock. Down I went, throating Hakim in slow erotic strokes that I was sure would make him cum quickly. I pulled off Hakim's cock and dropped lower to put one of his balls in my mouth. Hakim's wet cock covered my face with my own saliva as I worshiped the older brother's balls.
Sayidi's wet cock was now trying to enter my ass from behind. I dropped my head down to the deck, took a deep breath, and waited for the pain. Hakim reached down and grabbed my head, lifting me back up to eye level with his saliva-soaked cock.
Suddenly, I felt like someone had squeezed my balls tightly. It was a familiar pain, but this time it was caused by Sayidi, as he took my ass with the full length of his cock in a single stroke. Hakim forced my head down on his cock and pulled with both hands from behind. Both brothers were balls deep in me at both ends. I was taking almost 18 inches of cock at the same time. The sensation was overwhelming, and it was just the beginning.
Hakim pushed his chair back and got on his knees in front of me to gain better access to my throat. Sayidi was on his knees behind me taking full strokes into my ass with abandon. The Viagra fueled Arabs were manhandling me like demons. I was lost in my own head, insane with arousal. I had fully submitted and was now being treated like an object rather than a human being. I loved it.
Dusk had now become darkness. I could hear the sounds my own body made as the two brothers used my ass and mouth. All of this was happening in Sayidi's back yard, in the open, in the center of an upscale suburb. The brashness of these two men was only outdone by the lewdness of the boy who was pleasuring them both at the same time.
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Full on Fuck-a-thon
I was pinned between two Viagra fueled Arab men who were driving the full length of their 8-inch-plus uncut cocks as deep and as hard as they could into my naked body. It was now dark, and all three of us were naked on Sayidi's elevated deck, in the middle of an upscale suburb. It was early July. Even though it was 9 p.m., the air was hot and humid causing me to sweat as the men treated me like on object.
Sayidi, the doctor, was pounding away at my virgin ass. Hakim, his brother, was fucking my head like it was a cheap whore's pussy. My cock was streaming pre-cum as it slapped up and down against my stomach. Sayidi's cock was making long, steady strokes across my prostate, causing my cock to slowly drain the contents of my balls.
36 hours ago, I was a 28-year-old straight guy looking for a girlfriend. Now, I was a straight guy getting his brains fucked in by two hung Arabs. I was on fire with lust, and I wanted more of this domination and humiliation. Having this done to me in public was no longer a concern; it was now a turn on. I wanted to take this deviant behavior further and show Sayidi and Hakim that I was worthy of being their boy.
I remembered that Hakim said his balls hadn't been emptied for over a week. I was surprised that he lasted this long. Especially with the way he was vigorously fucking my head. His pubes were slamming into my nose and lips and his low hanging balls were swinging under my chin and slapping me under my jaw. My head was making wet, squishing sounds as I held my mouth open and just let Hakim fuck.
"Swallow!" Hakim growled as his cock started spraying into my throat.
His 7-plus day load was enormous and very thick. With his cock lodged in my throat, I could feel it swell each time it pumped more of his cum into my stomach. Hakim held my nose against his pubic bone for the bulk of his orgasm. As it started to dissipate, he started taking shorter strokes to help him extend his pleasure and drain more semen into my throat.
Sayidi continued slamming his cock into my ass, oblivious to his brother's orgasm. I tried to hold my head steady to clean Hakim's cock, but Sayidi's continuous impact made the task nearly impossible. Hakim pulled out of my mouth and collapsed back in his chair to rest.
"Is he tight, brother?" Hakim asked Sayidi, as he recovered from his first orgasm in over a week. "I am anxious to use his anus, next."
Sayidi didn't answer, he was lost in the act of taking his boy's virginity. I finished swallowing the remnants of Hakim's cum and was now on my knees and elbows trying to survive Sayidi's onslaught.
As I looked back between my legs, I saw a steady stream of pre-cum hanging from my erect cock. As my cock slapped up against my stomach, I could see Sayidi's low hanging balls sack slap up against my tight, smaller scrotum.
"Turn around, boy!" Sayidi, quietly shouted, pulling out of my ass. As I turned, Sayidi grabbed my head and shoved his cock balls deep into my throat.
"Feed!" Sayidi growled as his cock spasmed in my throat, shooting cum into my stomach to join his brother's.
"Look at him swallow your penis right out of his own anus," Hakim laughed. "He must truly think himself worthless."
Being humiliated by Hakim set a switch off in my head. I wanted to degrade myself more by allowing these men to do even more unspeakable things to me for their pleasure. Sayidi was correct when he said that I would learn to crave being used by him.
Sayidi was finished with my throat, and I cleaned his cock before he withdrew it from my mouth and returned to his chair to rest. I got up from my knees and looked at both Arab brother's cocks. Both were no longer hard, but they were not soft either. Clearly, the Viagra was working. I expected that this would not be the last time they used me this evening.
My cock, however, was rock hard and I badly needed a release. These two men had pushed me into such a deviant realm, that I wanted to go further and show them how low I was willing to go to give them pleasure. My mind was filled with perverse thoughts that I could act out to display my willing submission to Sayidi.
Boy Degrades Himself to Entertain
"May I entertain you and your brother while you recover?" I asked Sayidi.
"How will you entertain us, boy?" Sayidi asked, his head turning to look at his brother.
"I would like to suck my own cock for you," I said, with my voice shacking.
I didn't know if I could even get my cock into my own mouth, but I knew that watching me try might excite the two men.
"I would very much like to see this!" Hakim interjected, before Maalik could answer.
"If you are willing to do this, you should do this more publicly," Sayidi answered.
"Perhaps we should move our chairs to the back yard, where you will be much more exposed."
"Yes, Sayidi," I said rising to my feet and picking up a chair. Hakim also grabbed a chair, and we descended the stairs into the back yard. I placed the chair in the middle of the back yard and waited for Hakim to do the same. As the men were sitting down, I noticed that Hakim's cock was already erect. Sayidi's was starting to get there.
I took my place in front of them on the grass, laying on my back. I lifted my legs and pushed them over my head as far as I could. Then I lowered them to the ground so that my toes were resting above my head and my body was bent in half.
My cock was now less than an inch from my face. I strained my neck, lifting my head upward as far as I could and it happened, I was able to get about an inch of my cock into my own mouth. After the treatment the two brothers had just given me, I was already very close to ejaculating. I extended my tongue and licked the head of my cock, pushing myself to the edge.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my ass pushing me down further into my own mouth. I couldn't see if it was Hakim or Sayidi, but I heard laughter and Arabic being spoken as I continued sucking myself in front of the two brothers. The hands on my ass were pushing my cock about an inch further into my mouth. My back and neck started to ache as I was being bent unnaturally to take more cock.
I couldn't take anymore and grabbed my cock and started stroking it rapidly. My orgasm was incredible, causing my entire body to spasm. Cum flowed into my mouth which I tried to swallow, but my spasms caused my cock to break free of my lips. I sprayed cum all over my face, giving myself a facial.
The Audience is Aroused
The hands on my ass were removed allowing my legs to swing back from over my head so that I could recover, lying on the grass in the back yard. My resting time ended in seconds as I felt my legs being lifted and folded back against my stomach.
"I want to try your tight anus!" Hakim said, as he shoved his cock in balls deep and then started pounding away.
"Turn him over, so I can wipe his face in the grass," Sayidi demanded. "I cannot use his head for fornication when it is covered in his own filth."
Hakim stopped fucking my ass and let me roll over on to all fours. I rubbed my own face in the wet grass trying to wipe all the cum off my face. Sayidi reached down and grabbed my hair forcing my face back in the grass to ensure that all I got it all off. Hakim continued fucking my ass, oblivious to what was happening further up my body.
"Open," Sayidi demanded.
Once again, I was being fucked at both ends by the brothers. This time, however, they had switched orifices. I could still smell the cum drying on my own face from the floor show I performed for my owners. I had two and a half loads in my stomach, and I was about to get two more in a few minutes.
"Breath," Sayidi instructed. I took a deep breath.
In Sayidi went, to his full length holding the back of my head while he enjoyed the sensation. I held my breath as he took short strokes in my throat.
"Is he going to cum again already?" I wondered as I heard him moaning above me.
Sayidi's cock was pulsing now as he expelled more cum into my stomach. I was running out of air, but I knew Sayidi would not release me until he was finished. I closed my eyes and tried to relax so that my air would last longer. Sayidi kept pulsing for another 5 seconds, then he pulled back so I could get a breath of air while I sucked on the head of his cock, cleaning it before I let him go.
Hakim's cock was just different enough to hit my prostate more strongly than did Sayidi's. His pace had slowed. He was now completely withdrawing his cock and then reinserting it with every stroke. I was groaning with each stroke, even though we were in the middle of Sayidi's back yard.
"Give me your mouth, dog," Hakim demanded.
I quickly turned and took Hakim's cock all the way down my throat.
"Suck your anus off my penis, dog" Hakim sneered, as I swallowed his load.
"Are you getting full yet, you worthless dog?" Hakim asked rhetorically. "You should know that I am not finished for the evening."
"Let's take the boy back inside and let him clean up," Sayidi said to his brother.
"Then, we will take him to meet Asif, I'm certain this willing dog will be of interest to him," Sayidi continued.
Once I heard the words "clean up," I stopped listening to the rest of the conversation.
Back inside, Sayidi led me downstairs to the lower level. We walked through a den with a bar and into an workout room that included a sauna and a large shower.
"Clean yourself and meet me back upstairs," Sayidi ordered as he turned and left.
I welcomed the chance to wash the residue from the evening's activities off my well used body. I lathered well, then rinsed off and grabbed a towel that was hanging on a hook on the wall.
As I dried off, I saw myself in the mirror. My lips were red and swollen from the rough face fucking I'd endured. My neck had welts where the brothers had grabbed me to hold my face against their pubic bones. I turned to look at my ass, my cheeks were very red. There were even some scratches that I couldn't explain.
I didn't have the courage to pull my cheeks open and look at my hole. From the burning, I knew that it hadn't weathered very well. After drying off, I climbed the stairs and found the two brothers with their Arabic robes on, standing in the kitchen.
"That's better," Sayidi commented. "Let's get you in the car, dog, we're going to see Asif."
Sayidi then went to the kitchen counter where he picked up a chain dog collar. He attached the collar around my neck. He then clipped a leash to the collar. Sayidi tugged on the collar and walked me toward the garage, Hakim followed behind.
We entered the garage and walked to the SUV parked in the far stall.
"Get in," Sayidi directed, while dropping the leash to hang from my collar and pointing to rear passenger door.
I opened the door and climbed in while Sayidi and Hakim both took their seats up front. Sayidi started the SUV, raised the garage door and backed out into the street.
With blurred vision, I looked out of the SUV as we motored down the empty street.
"You let them fuck you like an animal, and now you're allowing your naked ass to be transported like a dog to God knows where?" the voice in my mind screamed.
"Who is Asif? Why are they taking you there?" my mind continued to rant.
As the two brother's spoke in Arabic in the front seat, we made a turn and started to merge onto the freeway. I was now miles away from my car, my glasses and my clothes. For the first time, I was actually concerned that I had gone too far.
I have been used by two Viagra fueled Arab brothers in a variety of sex positions for most of the evening.
Now, the two brothers are driving me to their friend Asif for non-disclosed reasons.
I am naked, wearing a dog collar and leash, in the back seat of a SUV, on the Los Angeles Freeway , with no idea where we were going.
I guessed that it was around 10:30 p.m. when we pulled up to a tattoo parlor in a Little Arabia part of town. Sayidi turned off the ignition and the lights and looked back as I sat naked in the back seat.
"Let's go," Sayidi said, as he opened his car door, "I want you to meet someone."
I exited the SUV, totally naked except for the silver chains of the leash and collar, and I followed them as we walked toward the tattoo parlor. Sayidi took hold of my leash and led the way.
My hard cock bounced between my thighs as I walked naked across the parking lot. I now enjoyed being naked in public, the exhibitionism had also become an aphrodisiac. It was as if I wanted people to know I was a deviant slut.
Being naked in Sayidi's backyard was a little risky, but now being led by a leash in the city, and we were entering a public business. I was certain that others would see me naked. Rather than being embarrassed, I was excited and aroused to have people see me naked with my two dominate Arabic owners. I felt like I was free from the rules that pedestrians had to follow.
As we entered the parlor, I could see four figures. There were two tattoo artists working on two clients as they sat watching themselves get tattooed. All of them looked up as we walked in. My nearsightedness prevented me from seeing their facial expressions, but I could hear one of them laugh. I assumed it was because I was stark naked attached to a leash and collar and sporting a hard on.
Meeting Asif
"Is Asif here?" Sayidi asked the crowd.
Another figure appeared from what I assumed was a back room.
"Welcome Sayidi," said the man I assumed to be Asif.
Sayidi and the man embraced. Asif also embraced Hakim. I stood behind them attached to the taut leash. Everyone in the room was looking at me, I could hear whispers from the group as I tried to make out their faces. I assumed Asif was a friend of my new owner, Sayidi. I wanted to impress Sayidi with a display of submission, so I dropped to all fours at Asif's feet.
"I am Sayidi's dog," I said, while kneeling at Asif's feet and looking only at his crotch as I had been instructed, "may I pleasure you according to your needs."
I heard the female customers say, "Wow," under her breath. I figured that tattoo parlors late at night are likely filled with a more edgy clientele than most public venues. I assumed that this woman may have liked the perversion being displayed.
"Is this offer authentic," Asif asked Sayidi.
"It is, Asif, this dog is without limits in his submission," Sayidi answered.
Without saying another word, Asif started undoing his belt.
"Holy shit," I heard a male customer quietly say.
Asif undid his fly and lowered his pants as I knelt in front of him and watching him reveal his Arab cock. As he stepped out of his pants, I couldn't believe what I saw. Asif's cock was at least 10 inches long. His balls had metal rings that started near the top of his scrotum and extended down 7 or 8 rings. His ball sack had been stretched and his balls were surrounded by tight skin about 7 inches below his crotch.
Asif stood with his hands on his hips, proud to display his massive manhood. I dipped my head so I could get the end of his cock in my mouth and started to suck him until he was erect. I heard the audience talking and what I assumed was their chairs being turned to watch the live sex show of which I was the star.
"This is incredible," I heard one of the audience members say, "he's blowing Asif right in front of us."
Asif's cock was now fully erect, I had never seen a cock as large in real life. I was buzzing with arousal as I fellated this hung Arab in public with a small audience. I took a deep breath and made my first attempt to take Asif balls deep. I thrust my face forward and watched as his large bush got closer and closer. I felt my throat having trouble when I was about 2 inches away from his pubic bone. I felt Asif's hands grab the back of my head and pull me down the rest of the way. I had his 10+ inch cock all the way down my throat.
Show of Submission Gets Very Public
"That's not possible," I heard the female customer gasp.
"He's a total dog," I heard another say, "Can I be next?"
Asif was taking long strokes into my throat as I remained on my knees. I put my hands behind my back to show my submission as this hung stranger fucked my face in front of a group of on lookers.
"You have trained the dog well," Asif growled, as he fucked my mouth, "I've never had anyone take my entire shaft like this."
I was as aroused as I had ever been in my life. I loved being used like an object in front of an audience. I could feel a massive orgasm building in my loins.
"This dog has absolutely no gag reflex," The woman laughed, "How many cocks do you have to suck to be able to take that kind of face fucking from a 10-inch cock."
"Can I video this with my phone?" she asked, "My friends won't believe this unless I film it."
"Of course," Sayidi answered, confidently, "This dog is a complete deviant, he won't mind."
The idea of being filmed was too much for me, I could feel myself going over the edge. I kept my hands behind my back while Asif continued to use my head. I started moaning loudly as I felt my cock spasm. Rope after rope of cum shot from my hard cock and landed on the concrete floor at Asif's feet.
"He's cumming!" the woman exclaimed, "He wasn't even touching his cock."
The Boy Takes Submission to the Limit
"This pervert must really like sucking cock," another voice scoffed while laughing, "I'd like to see the dog try to take that giant cock in his ass."
I heard Asif laugh as he pulled his cock from my mouth.
"Get on all fours, dog," Asif said, "Let's see if you can take this in the other hole."
"Fuck me, Asif," I said, as I got on all fours, "Sayidi, can I please feed from your cock, sir?"
"This can't be real," the woman, said as she continued filming with her phone.
"Move him to the Persian rug," I heard Hakim say.
The men pulled out their cocks and moved me as Hakim directed. I was completely lost in my deviant lust.
"I want all of you at the same time," I heard my voice say to the three men.
"Hakim, if you lie on your back, I can mount you, then Asif can join you in my ass while I feed from Sayidi's cock," I said, offering to allow myself to be triple penetrated in front of the group.
The room was completely silent as I climbed on top of Hakim's cock and looked over my shoulder to watch Asif try to wedge his cock into my ass at the same time. I felt the pressure build as Asif kept pushing and then suddenly, I felt a sharp flash of pain as a few inches of his cock made its way inside. Sayidi grabbed my head and thrust his cock back down my throat.
Public Display Becomes Obscene
"This isn't right" I heard one of the male voices say, "I'm not sure I can watch this, but I can't look away."
"This can't be legal," the woman theorized as she continued filming, "We should lock the door so nobody else sees this."
"I've never seen a guy take three cocks at the same time. Not even in any of the porn I've watched. Are you still recording this Jill?" asked one of the male spectators.
I was being stuffed by over 2 feet of cock at the same time, and I was doing it in front of a group of spectators. One of the spectators was recording the scene, I was certain it was going to end up on the internet.
"He just came, and his cock is already hard again," the woman noticed, "he must really like this abuse. I should be disgusted but I'm started to get really turned on."
"This is a freakshow," the male voice said, "are we all catching this with our phones?"
I heard keys rattle and the click of the front door being locked. My three molesters continued to plow away at my mouth and ass. I honestly couldn't believe the depth of my own deviant behavior. I was flush with arousal, I almost felt like I could orgasm again.
"Feed boy," Sayidi commanded, as his orgasm began his release.
"He's cumming down his throat!" the woman exclaimed, "I can't believe we're seeing this."
Sayidi emptied his balls down my throat and then pulled his cock back so I could suck on the end and clean him before he pulled out. When I had cleaned him, he walked over and put on his robe. Meanwhile Hakim and Asif were still taking alternating strokes pounding my ass.
Without saying a word, Hakim pulled out of my ass, got to his feet, and walked around in front of me. I opened my mouth and let him shove his cock in up to the balls.
"He's sucking the cock right out of his own ass!" one of the men said.
"I'm going to hell for watching this," the woman moaned.
Hakim was driving his cock into my face so hard that I felt my head snapping back and forth on my neck. Meanwhile, Asif was taking full strokes into my ass with his 10" monster. The room was silent except for the wet slapping sounds my body made as my molestation continued.
"I'm going to breed this bitch," Asif growled as his cock started pumping his semen into my virgin ass.
Feeling Asif's warm semen flooding into my gut pushed me over the edge and I had my second public orgasm. I heard only gasps as a very small amount of semen was ejected from my spent cock. Asif was still spearing his cock into me as he drained his balls in my ass.
"Swallow dog," I heard Hakim moan, as he started pumping my throat full of cum one more time.
"This is just surreal," the woman laughed, "they've filled him up with cum. If I were alone, I'd be playing with myself right now."
Asif was finishing in my ass as I sucked the last of Hakim's semen. Sayidi appeared from the back room with a butt plug, with a rubber dog tail attached, waiting for Asif to withdraw his cock from my gaping ass.
Asif grabbed the large butt plug from Sayidi and quickly replaced his cock with the plug as he pulled out of my ass. I rolled onto my back and looked up to see the blurry crowd still filming around me. I reached down and started stroking my soft cock to show them the depth of my depravity smiling as I did.
"Anyone else want me to pleasure them?" I asked, as they all continued filming.
"There's something wrong with this dog. " the woman said shaking her head.
"Let's get him in the chair so we can mark him as you wish," Asif said.
"Will you let him blow me after you're done with him," I heard one of the men ask Asif.
"I am not done with him yet either," Asif said, "he still owes me for the tattoo were about to ink."
As I sat down in the chair, the woman returned to her chair to have her artwork completed.
"Can I ask what kind of tattoo a dog like that gets?" the woman asked.
"Sayidi has chosen ‘Sayidi's Dog’," Asif answered, "I will write it in Arabic script on his pubic bone right over his puppy penis."
"Fitting," the men agreed.
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THE ARAB DOCTOR HIRES A HOUSE BOY
Part one
Sometimes, when people with a very high sex drive find themselves going through a dry patch, they get creative. My name is JC. I'm a late 20's, all American male with a good job in sales. I have a nice car and a nice apartment here in Los Angeles, but I haven't had a serious girlfriend in almost a year.
I'm a little over five feet, six inches tall, and I'm very physically fit. I spend plenty of time lifting weights at the gym, or running out on the trails. People tell me I'm funny, and I don't think I'm a dork, so I've become a little frustrated that I still find myself alone. I'm very disappointed that my only sexual outlet at the moment is internet porn and, well, you get the picture.
One weeknight, after maybe one too many cocktails, I decided to turn to craigslist to see if I could find someone who might be as desperate as I. Scrolling thought the list of categories, I quickly found "Girls Seeking Guys," and clicked the link. To my despair, most of the posts were very old, and few seemed like someone my type. After all, I wasn't looking for a BBW who wanted to be a pillow princess, and I certainly wasn't looking to be "generous".
Out of curiosity, I clicked on the "Guys seeking Guys" link, and was frankly surprised by the number of posts. There seemed to be pages of recent posts, and these horn dogs were getting right to the point in their graphic titles. As I glanced down the list, I couldn't deny that I was getting very aroused reading just the titles of each post.
Somewhere, in the middle of the first page, one post jumped out at me.
"Doctor seeks houseboy," the title said. I clicked on the post and started reading the contents.
"Doctor in his 50's seeks younger man to perform duties at my private home, 3 days a week," that was it. That was the entire post.
I was oddly curious about what this doctor was seeking. I wondered why he needed a houseboy, and what "duties" would he need performed.
So, I clicked reply.
"Hi, I'm 28, I have a full time job in sales, but I could be available after work if that interests you," I typed.
I then entered my email in the box as requested, and paused.
"What the hell," I thought, and pressed send.
I closed my laptop, poured myself another cocktail and planted myself on the couch in front of the TV.
Unexpected Response Comes Quickly
A few minutes later, my phone made the familiar "ding" of an incoming email. I looked down at my phone, expected some annoying work email, but instead, I found a new email in my personal inbox. It was a reply from the craigslist doctor.
"Are you willing to work naked?" was the entire reply.
I smiled my usual mischievous smile I get when moderately buzzed, and typed, "Yes."
A few seconds later, the doctor again replied, "When would you like to interview?"
"Interview? Who the hell is this guy, and is he actually serious?" I wondered.
My curiosity was piqued. It didn't help that I was sporting a pretty high blood alcohol level, and I had gone without any real sex for almost four months.
"After work, this week?" I replied, and pressed send.
Seconds later, there was an incoming response, "Wednesday 7:00 pm”
The directions included the address of a home in Beverly Hills.
The address was in an upscale part of Beverly Hills on the western side of Los Angeles. It was known for it's sprawling ranch homes and country club setting. If this was really his home, then he must be a doctor, or a lawyer, or someone successful. I was no longer concerned about meeting a crazed axe murderer.
"Axe murderer, are you crazy? There's no way you're going to do this!" my subconscious screamed.
I've never considered myself gay, but I was pretty drunk and incredibly horny. I couldn't stop myself from typing.
"See you then," I replied and paused briefly before hitting send.
Wednesday Morning
Wednesday was a usual workday, I'd almost forgotten about my drunk email exchange with the doctor on Monday night. Around 11am, a new personal email arrived. It was from the doctor.
"Instructions," read the title of the email.
I closed my office door, returned to my desk and opened the email.
There was a single text block that read:
"You will arrive promptly at 7pm to the address I've previously provided. The garage door will be open and the left most slot will be available for you. Park in the garage, then close the garage door using the button on the wall. Once the door is closed, remove all of your clothing, and set your folded clothes in the bin on the floor by the door to the house. Enter the house, proceed through the laundry area and you will find further instructions on the kitchen island. Ensure that your privates are freshly shaved. I have no use for a hairy houseboy."
I was a little stunned by the clinical nature of the note, but even more surprised by the erection forming in my pants. My curiosity had completely overtaken the logical part of my brain. It didn't help that my libido had gone into "beast mode," in prior days, when I started all this by browsing craigslist.
My hands shook with excitement as I typed, "Yes, Doctor." Then, without pausing, I pressed send.
I couldn't focus on work for the balance of the day. I faked my way through a series of prospect calls, and left work early so I could get in a workout and clear my mind.
It was a very warm summer day, so I decided to sweat out my anxiety and go for a long run. Soon, I was too warm to leave my shirt on, so I had it wrapped around my fist as I ran along the park trails near my apartment. It didn't escape me that I was a being quietly admired by other female runners as we passed along the way.
"Why would you even think about being some weirdo's houseboy?" my mind's voice asked.
"Look at all of these sweaty, attractive women out here getting their workouts done, and you're thinking about stripping for some old doctor in an upscale home?" my mind continued scolding.
There was something so forbidden about this strange encounter that hooked my imagination. What was this doctor seeking? Did he just want a young naked thing to stare at while it completed housework? Or was it something even more forbidden?
My run passed by quickly as I was lost in my thoughts. I returned to my apartment and cooled off on my porch with a tall cool drink. I opened the doctor's email again and read the instructions. It was settled, I was too curious to keep myself from at least finding out what was next. I was going to follow his instructions as a first step.
The First Meeting
After a shower (and a fresh shave as instructed), I decided that since it was so warm, there was no need to overdress for the drive to the home on Wilshire. So I pulled on a pair of shorts, a light shirt and a pair of sandals. No underwear. I was going commando for this first meeting, since I was planned to strip in the garage anyway.
I made the drive through the winding hills that surrounded the doctor's upscale suburb, I had the windows open on my 3 series as I followed the directions provided by my phone. While I was familiar with the suburb, I had never really visited anyone who lived there. I wasn't surprised at the size of the homes, but I was surprised that they were all closely placed on rather small lots.
I guess it made sense, since this was an older suburb, very conveniently located near downtown; land was at a premium. I followed the directions provided, and soon I was on Wilshire.
As I pulled up to 1480, I discovered a large formal rambler with a perfectly manicured lawn that must certainly have been professionally managed. It was still light outside, but I didn't notice a lot of activity. No kids playing, no families walking by, it was almost uncomfortably peaceful. Probably, I reasoned, because all of the residence were well off, and later in life.
I noticed that one of the three garage doors was indeed open, and there was space available. My heart started to race as I pulled up the drive and pulled into the open stall.
"You can still back out!" my mind screamed in my head. "Just put it in reverse and get the hell out of here."
Instead, my hands betrayed me and pulled the parking brake and turned off the ignition. I sat in the car for a moment, with the heat and humidity of the July evening surrounded me while I sat motionless in my car. As if in a trance, I opened the door and climbed out of my car. I walked over to the wall and pressed the button. The garage door started to close.
As I turned to look back at my car, I noticed that the garage was clean and relatively empty, there were two other cars parked in the other stalls. Both of them were late model luxury vehicles. One was a sedan, the other, an SUV. The garage was completely absent of any clutter.
As the garage door rattled and hummed while it closed, I realized I was now kind of committed. I knew that the doctor would have heard the garage door.
"You're still outside the home, there's no reason to push this further," the voice in my head tried reasoning.
I stepped onto the mat outside the door and looked down to see an empty clothes basket just as the doctor mentioned in his instructions.
"You're still dressed, you can re-open the garage door, get in your car, and stop now!" the same voice said in a tone that now indicated stress.
Before my mind could utter another word, I looked down and saw my summer weight golf shirt folded in the clothes bin.
"It's just you're shirt," my mind whispered, "You can still stop."
I stood there shirtless for what seemed like 10 minutes, then I realized my thumbs were inside my waistband and my hands were sliding down my legs towards my knees.
As my waistband inched toward my knees, my rock hard cock sprung out, slapping against my stomach. I let my shorts fall to the garage floor and then picked them up and put them in the basket.
I looked down at my freshly shaved, rock hard cock. I kept it shaved because my last girlfriend liked it that way. I also thought that shaving it made my 6.5" length look more like 7+ inches. But tonight, my cock was freshly shaved because I was following the doctor's instructions.
Lit by the automatic garage door light, I stood wearing only a pair of sandals and a raging hard on. I stepped out of the sandals and placed them next to the bin on the floor.
"Dude, your stark naked in some stranger's garage. Have you lost your mind!" my inner voice shouted. "Get your clothes back on and get the hell out of here!"
Looking forward, I see my hand is already on the door knob about to open the door into the doctor's house. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and turn the knob.
"No!!!!" my mind's voice screamed.
I ignored it and stepped inside, stark naked, driven by my libido and my curiosity, literally following the head of my cock into my interview.
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As I entered the doctor's home, I was incredibly aroused. I found it exciting to be walking into a stranger's home completely naked, ready to follow the instructions waiting for me in the kitchen.
The house was oddly quiet as I carefully walked through the laundry room and into the large gourmet kitchen. It was 7pm sharp on a warm July evening. The air conditioning was on creating a noticeable contrast to the heat of the garage. All of the curtains and blinds were open, allowing the sun to flow into the kitchen that adjoined the laundry area.
I was a little nervous exiting the laundry room into the kitchen due to a set of patio doors that opened onto an elevated deck in the back yard. As I looked through the patio doors, I could see into the neighbor's home on the lot across the back yard. I assumed that since I could see into their home, they could likely see me standing naked in the doctor's kitchen.
I quickly made my way over to the kitchen island where I found a single sheet of paper with a set of typed instructions. I stood at the island where the neighbor's view was almost completely obstructed.
I started to read the instructions:
"On the island, you will find a platter and two martini glasses. In the freezer, you will find bottles of Bombay Sapphire gin and Belvedere vodka.
"Prepare me a Belvedere martini and add two pearl onions from the refrigerator using the swizzle sticks in the holder on the island. Prepare yourself a martini, and place them both on the platter."
I stopped to look around for a moment to calm myself before continuing on with the note.
It continued:
"If you wear glasses or contacts, please remove them before joining me in the study for your interview.
"As an eye surgeon, I don't consider you naked if you are wearing corrective eyewear. You will find the necessary saline solution and contact case on the kitchen island for your use as needed.
"Once you are truly naked, serve me my martini in the study near the south side of the home."
I stepped to the sub-zero refrigerator, and pulled out the gin and the vodka from the freezer. The olives and onions were near the front of the fully stocked refrigerator. I poured the doctor's vodka martini first, and carefully added the two pearl onions as he instructed.
I placed the doctor's martini on the platter and started to work on a gin version with olives which I preferred. Once both martinis were complete, I put all the ingredients back in their respective places, and re-read the instructions to make sure I had done everything correctly.
"What's with the contact lenses?" I thought to myself. "I'm blind as a bat without my contacts."
With quivering hands, I carefully removed each contact and placed them in the provided case using the available saline solution. As I looked up from the island, I now saw only blurred light instead of sharp images. I could make out the large opening into the living room at the front of the house, but almost all the details were obscured.
I took a few breaths to calm myself. This was getting a little weirder than I could manage, even in my heightened state of arousal.
"Something's not right here," my mind's voice said sternly. "You can't see, and now he is instructing you to drink martinis!"
Houseboy Serves the Doctor
I reached down for the platter and steadied myself before lifting it for my journey to the study (wherever that was).
I slowly made my way across the formal living room. The focal point of the living room was a large picture window, common for the home's era. The window was uncovered, allowing the bright evening sun to shine in from the west, illuminating the entire room. My nearsightedness kept me from wondering if I was visible to any neighbors who might be enjoying an evening walk.
As I crossed the foyer, I found two short hallways. Not knowing which hallway led to the study, I called out, "Doctor?"
"Back here!" came a voice from the hallway near the front of the house.
The voice had a Middle Eastern accent that seemed familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint. I proceeded into the hallway following the voice. My body felt the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the wall of glass that looked onto the front lawn. Once again I was worried about exposing myself to the neighborhood.
The study was dark in contrast. Each wall was covered with dark alder book cases. Each case was lined with a full complement of books. The desk was also made from knotty alder, and all of the chairs and the couch were covered in dark leather.
On the leather couch sat the doctor, in a formal robe, with an iPad in his lap. My extreme nearsightedness and the darkness of the room prevented me from clearly seeing the doctor's features. I could tell that his skin color was much darker than mine.
"Set the platter on the table here, boy," the doctor said as he rose from the couch.
I acknowledge him by following his instructions. I stood waiting for my next instruction.
"Take my robe, and fold it over my desk chair," he said as he turned his back and removed his robe and handed it to me.
As I walked to the chair to hang the robe, I looked up to see a blurred nude man sitting back down on the leather couch. I placed the robe carefully over the chair and returned to stand in front of the doctor.
"Hand me my martini, boy," the doctor asked quietly. "Then take a few sips of your own cocktail, and kneel at my feet."
I carefully handed the doctor his vodka martini with two pearl onions, my hands visibly shaking as I reached out to place it in his hand. With my mind racing, I took two large swallows of my gin martini, paused, and then took a third. There remained only a small amount left in my glass.
"Take the platter, and make yourself another," the doctor's tone made it clear this was not a request but a command.
I took the platter and made my way back through the bright hallway, across the living room and into the kitchen.
"Now's your chance to get the hell out of here!" the voice in my head shouted. "Just leave the platter, get your clothes, and drive!"
I set the platter on the island and paused. My curiosity and arousal were now both too strong. Worse yet, the martini was rushing to my head, further fueling my arousal and simultaneously lowering my anxiety.
"I'll have one more martini and get out of here," I thought.
Leaving the same olives in the glass, I prepared myself another martini. I took two large sips from my fresh martini and then topped off the glass for good measure. With platter back in hand, I headed back to the study.
The Interview
I returned to the study to find the doctor sipping his martini.
"Place the platter on the table and kneel at my feet," he instructed.
I knelt at the feet of the dark skinned, naked figure in front of me. I lowered my head to quickly check at the state of my hard on. As expected, my cock was at full staff, giving away my arousal. Looking back up at the doctor, I could still not clearly see his facial features.
His skin, hair and eyes were definitely dark. His nose looked bigger than mine but that's about all I could see with my limited eyesight.
"Are you nearsighted?" the doctor asked. "Stop squinting and your eyes will better adjust to the light."
"Yes, Sir," I answered, trying not to squint.
"You will call me Sayidi," the doctor instructed firmly. "Do you know what Sayidi means in Arabic?"
"No, Sir," I answered.
"In my language, Sayidi means Master or Owner."
"Yes, Sayidi," I replied quietly.
"Have you been a houseboy before?" Sayidi asked.
"No, Sayidi."
"In the UAE, United Arab Emerites, it is common for successful men to have houseboys that serve them in many ways," Sayidi continued, casually taking a sip of his martini. "Now that I have made my home here in your country, I am seeking such a boy to tend to my needs."
While Sayidi was talking, I found myself glancing at his crotch area. It was blurry, but I could still make out some large equipment between his thighs. I couldn't clearly determine what was cock and what was balls, but the entire package looked pretty big for a guy who was maybe 6'2" in stature. At my height, of 5’6” ,it would be considered huge.
"May I have another sip of my martini, Sayidi?" I asked.
"If you wish," Sayidi waved towards my glass.
As I sipped a long swallow from my martini, my buzz grew more prominent.
"I have a gardener, a housekeeper, and a chef, so I don't need more domestic help," Sayidi clarified as he took another sip. "You will do things for me of a softer nature."
I knelt quietly, asking myself, "Why are you letting this continue?"
"I have three questions for you that you must answer honestly," Sayidi proceeded.
"First, are you straight?" Sayidi paused.
"Yes," I answered.
"Good, you must be straight. That is an unbreakable requirement. Are you a virgin?" Sayidi waited for my response.
"No, Sayidi, of course not," my speech slurred slightly in a rush to respond.
"I meant with a man," Sayidi clarified.
"Well, I've never been with a man, so I guess that makes me a virgin in that regard."
Sayidi paused and took another sip from his martini.
"Boys must not be disrespectful," Sayidi scolded. "Try your answer again."
"Yes, Sayidi, I am a virgin," I replied in an apologetic tone.
"Finally, are you a discrete boy?" Sayidi asked. "I wouldn't want you to disclose our arrangement to others, is that something that you can promise?"
"Yes, Sayidi," I answered.
My mind's voice shouted, "What the fuck are you doing? Hasn't this gone just about far enough? You're naked on your knees here, interviewing to be his gay house pet!"
Something was happening to me in that dark study. I had allowed myself to become far too excited about the forbidden nature of this meeting. I was certain I wasn't gay, but there was something about being in this submissive role that had me in a spell.
"These are all acceptable answers," Sayidi paused to take another sip from his martini glass.
"Now for some rules," he continued.
"First, when you are in my home, I will refer to you as boy. When I send you emails or talk to you over the phone, I will call you Wulid. That is Arabic for boy. Sayidi has no interest in learning or using your given name.
"Second, when you visit my home, you will always leave your clothing in the garage as you did this evening. No exceptions. A boy has no need for clothing when he is in service to Sayidi. This includes your contact lenses, you must be truly naked here. You will also keep your pubic area freshly shaven.
"Third, boy will make himself available three times a week. Sayidi is on vacation this week, but on most weeks, I will need you when I have a light surgical schedule the following day.
"I often have colleagues to my home as guests. You will not address these guests directly unless they address you. You will treat these guests with the same respect you will learn to show me.
"Finally, boy will fully comply with Sayidi's requests. If boy hesitates or denies a request, Sayidi may give him a second chance. If boy fails to comply after multiple requests, boy will no longer be needed and this arrangement will end.
"These instructions will be printed and placed on the kitchen island for review each time you return to my home."
"May I have another sip of my Martini?" I asked, considering the litany Sayidi just delivered.
"Yes, boy," Sayidi said, as he took a sip of his own, now nearly empty, martini.
"Sayidi needs another martini," he said setting his glass on the platter.
"Yes, Sayidi," I answered as I picked up the platter with both of our glasses and headed back to the kitchen to prepare another round.
I was fully feeling the impact of the two martinis I had quickly consumed. I wasn't drunk, but I did have a very nice buzz. My hard cock bounced between my thighs as I made my trek through the living room. It was now a little before 8pm and the sun had fallen lower in the sky. An orange hue bathed the formal living room.
As I prepared our drinks, it occurred to me that I was more aroused by this situation than I had been in a very long time. Something about allowing this doctor to call me "boy" and giving me his rules and instructions while "truly naked," as he called it, was triggering new pleasure centers in my brain.
The kinky and forbidden nature of my arousal felt exotic. I was in new territory, fueled by my curiosity and, more likely, by the cocktails. I wasn't worried or concerned about what others would think, I just wanted more of whatever this was.
I returned to the study, placed the platter on the table as I had done before. I handed Sayidi his fresh martini and took a sip from mine before I took my spot, on my knees, at Sayidi's feet.
Sayidi took a sip from his martini and then placed it on the table.
"You need to come closer," he said as he spread his dark legs causing his large equipment to adjust and settle into a new position.
I shuffled closer while staying on my knees, my waist just outside Sayidi's knees and my arms resting awkwardly on the outside of this thighs.
Sayidi reached down and lifted his cock holding it up so I could get a better look.
"You need to understand that I am a surgeon, I am too accomplished for someone like you to address me directly. This is Sayidi," he said, looking down at his own cock, as he held it up so I could focus on it at the same time.
"This is your new owner. When you use the word Sayidi, you should be looking here and addressing my penis," he continued. "This is who you will serve in my home."
"Okay, this just jumped the fuckin' shark!" my mind screamed, almost laughing in disgust. "He wants you to address his cock like it's your master?"
"Yes, Sayidi," I answered looking directly at his dark, uncut cock.
Drunk with gin and sheer arousal, I was OK with the bizarre scene in which I found myself willfully immersed. I started to think that I was ready to be Sayidi's boy. Maybe I even wanted to be a good boy.
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Point of No Return
"Are you willing to accept these rules?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, Sayidi," I answered while looking at the doctor's uncut cock, to show that I understood who I was addressing.
"Good boy," Sayidi said. "I will now teach you how to give me what I need."
"As a surgeon, I need to keep my mind clear of distraction. I can't allow myself to endure any type of mental discomfort. This includes sexual frustration. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sayidi," I answered while looking directly at the doctor's cock and balls.
I was shocked to find myself reduced to someone, naked, on his knees, being called boy. Now, I had fallen even further by tacitly agreeing that someone of my social standing is only worthy of addressing the doctor's cock, rather than the man himself.
"As an accomplished man, I have a prominent penis and heavy testicles that fill with semen quickly," Sayidi explained, clinically, "I have found that when my testicles are full, I become frustrated which distracts me from my work.
"You will help me maintain my focus by doing as I ask, do you understand?" Sayidi waited for my acknowledgement.
"Are you going to ask me to empty your balls for you, Sayidi?" I asked.
"No, boy, I would not let something this important be left to your feeble discretion," Sayidi snarked in a tone that was clearly full of disdain.
"I am going to tell you exactly how I want you to empty my large testicles. I will give you exact instructions until you learn to perform the simple task perfectly," Sayidi continued.
I felt him looking at me intently, as I continued to only look at his cock as he held it up with his right hand.
"Are you ready to learn how to fellate Sayidi?" he asked, still holding his cock up for my benefit.
I was at the point of no return. If I didn't leave now, this was going further than I had ever thought this encounter would go. I had been seriously horny and curious, but now I had to consider the consequences of my actions.
As I searched my feelings, I started to realize that I wasn't curious anymore. I now wanted this to happen. I wanted to know how it felt to be Sayidi's boy. I could make myself available and follow the rules, I thought. I can stop any time I want. Right now, I don't want to stop.
"Yes, Sayidi," I answered while still looking at the doctor's growing cock.
The doctor slid down on the couch to allow his balls to hang more freely. I obliged his motion by sliding back, still on my knees between his thighs.
"You will start by warming each of my testicles in your mouth," Sayidi instructed.
Without hesitation, I lowered myself to my hands and knees and approached the doctor's dark purple balls. I was struck by the strong aroma as my face closed proximity with Sayidi. It was not unpleasant, it was intoxicating.
I loved the smell of pussy, but this aroma was even more arousing to me, likely due to the forbidden nature of my presence so close to another man's cock and balls.
At this distance, I could now see the doctor's balls very clearly. I was surprised by how smooth his balls were given the large bush he was keeping at the base of his cock. I opened my mouth as I approached and sucked in one of Sayidi's balls.
"Careful," Sayidi cautioned as his right testicle popped into my mouth. "That's it boy, yes, now watch your teeth," Sayidi instructed.
As I crooked my neck to better position myself for the task at hand, I felt the doctor lower his cock, letting it rest across my face. Sayidi's cock felt heavy as it draped across my cheek and across my left ear, the sheathed head resting on my neck.
I let my mouth fill with saliva as I bathed Sayidi's testicle.
"Warming my balls like this will allow my semen to flow freely," Sayidi explained.
I found myself reaching to stroke my own cock as I washed the doctor's balls in my mouth.
"Do not touch yourself, boy," you need to find your arousal, naturally, in your service to Sayidi," the doctor scolded.
"Mm hmm," I replied while continuing my task between the doctor's thighs.
I could feel myself starting to drool around my lips a little as I continued warming Sayidi's right testicle with my mouth.
"Now, the other," Sayidi instructed.
I reached up and lifted the doctor's resting cock while turning my head to better service his left testicle. My lips sucked his left testicle into my mouth, and I placed his now erect cock back down allowing it to again rest on my face.
As I warmed his left testicle, I applied slight tension with my mouth to see how Sayidi would react. The doctor's cock jumped and then returned to rest on my face while I heard a soft moan from above.
The ball warming ritual continued for a long while. Every few minutes, Sayidi would instruct me to switch sides as he relished having his boy follow his detailed instructions without fail.
"You may stop," Sayidi said, sliding back in the couch and pushing me backward so that he could stand.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.
"No, I am ready for you to fellate me. Bring the platter and the glasses back to the kitchen. I would like one more," Sayidi instructed.
The Doctor Goes In
As we crossed the living room, I noticed that it was now late dusk, and the living room had darkened significantly as daylight fell. I followed the blurred figure in front of me through the darkness and into the kitchen.
"Make us another," Sayidi requested, directly.
"I should not have another, Sayidi, I have had three already, it won't be safe for me to drive," I cautioned.
"You won't be driving, boy, pour two more," Sayidi responded. "Why are you looking at my face when you talk?" Sayidi scolded.
I lowered my gaze back to the doctor's erect cock, and replied, "I'm sorry, Sayidi."
I left the refrigerator door open to dimly light the room as I repeated my now familiar bar tending tasks and placed the fresh martinis on the platter. While I was working, Sayidi slid open one of the patio doors, and walked naked out onto the elevated deck.
I picked up the platter and followed him out into the open air.
Sayidi took a seat at a round table with four chairs. I followed him to the table and set the platter within Sayidi's reach. The evening air was still very warm and heavy with humidity. I would guess it was still over 90 degrees.
As Sayidi reached for his martini and took a sip, I took a seat at the table and did the same. I was feeling no pain at this point, but I was still concerned about being naked on his deck, near the other neighbors.
As I looked across the darkened yard, I could see the glow coming from the other homes in the neighborhood. The hum of central air conditioners almost overwhelmed the sounds of nature in the background.
"You may now fellate me, Wulid" Sayidi advised.
"Here?" I asked.
"Boy, you must display your willingness in public if you wish to cement your place here," Sayidi explained. "If you are not willing to do this here, now, in public, you are not truly willing to be my boy."
I took another sip of my martini and slid down out of my chair. Sayidi slid his chair out slightly from the table and spread his legs to make room.
Sayidi watched with satisfaction as my white, all-American body crawled naked toward him. The doctor pointed his erect cock toward me without saying a word. As I approached his large, purple cock became less blurry. Only a small portion of the head was unsheathed from the long foreskin that hid the rest from view.
Sayidi's cock was much longer than mine, I would guess that it was over 8" in length. It was also thicker than my own. I was relatively inexperienced with men's cock sizes, but the length and girth of the doctor's cock made it clear who was superior and who was the lessor man.
While still on all fours, with my naked ass facing the upscale neighborhood behind me, I opened, and allowed Sayidi to enter my very wet mouth.
"There you are," Sayidi said in a now low, silky voice.
"Do you enjoy finally having my penis in your mouth, boy?" Sayidi asked, clearly pointing out his position of power relative to mine.
"Mm hmm," I acknowledged, as I slowly rocked back and forth stroking the underside of the doctor's cock with my tongue.
"Your enjoyment will grow as I teach you new ways to meet my needs," Sayidi editorialized, as I continued to suck on his throbbing cock.
"Look at you, naked, white boy, on all fours, with my penis in your wet mouth," Sayidi continued.
"I wonder if the neighbors can see you fellating me out here in public," he pondered.
"Do you enjoy displaying yourself in public like a naked whore?" Sayidi said, as he inhaled, clearly taking pleasure in the mind-fuck he was unleashing on me.
"You are not a whore, however, since you do this without demanding payment. You are less than a whore. Even a whore has enough self-respect to demand a small fee for service," Sayidi sneered.
"You do this, willingly, without expecting any payment, don't you boy?" Sayidi asked.
"Mm hmm," I replied, as I continued to suck his throbbing member.
"Are you happy using your mouth to empty my heavy testicles?" Sayidi asked.
"Mm hmm," I answered, increasing my pace as his insults turned me on even more.
"Tonight, you will empty my balls using only your mouth, but over time, I will teach you to use your entire throat to stroke my large penis and provide maximum stimulation," Sayidi fantasized out loud.
"In fact, you will discover that your head is best used as a receptacle for Sayidi's penis," sayidi laughed in satisfaction.
"Soon you will have a taste of my rare semen and you will learn to crave it. In time, you will beg to feed from my penis to satisfy your foul urges."
I was now controlled by lust, sucking the doctor's hairy Arab cock in public, willingly. Sayidi's cock was now banging against my throat. My gag reflex was strong at first, but it was now starting to subside.
"Gag, boy," Sayidi's voice was raspy with excitement. "Let my penis into your throat."
Sayidi was now entering my throat and thrusting to gain more depth. I was now in full on cocksucker mode. The doctor had successfully turned me into his cock sucking bitch. I didn't care that I was on all fours in public, doing my best to make him cum in my mouth. I just wanted his cum, I wanted to taste it, I needed to taste it.
"Yes!" Sayidi whispered as he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my nose towards his hairy pubic bone. His body shaking with small spasms.
My mouth was filling with his thick cum. Rope after rope shot over my tongue and into the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow as his balls continued to empty their contents without pause.
"Feed, boy," Sayidi growled as he continued fucking my face and spraying his thick load down my throat. I felt like my entire being had been reduced to the doctor's human flesh light. It was degrading but it was also exhilarating. As he continued his long and copious delivery, I felt my own balls tighten and I started spraying my own cum out onto the wooden decking.
"Hmm, Hmm, Hmm," I moaned in spasms while his cock still thrust against my throat.
"Oh, God," I mumbled as I opened my mouth around his cock to express the depth of my own orgasm.
As I started to recover from my own orgasm, I kept my mouth around Sayidi's cock, nursing him after his release.
"Clean me, boy," Sayidi demanded, as he reached for another sip from his martini.
I quietly continued to apply suction to the end of Sayidi's cock.
The doctor reached down and squeezed his limp cock from base to tip, expelling a small amount of cum. I leaned forward and sucked the head, cleaning the final drop of cum from his cock.
"Good boy," Sayidi said, with a tone of satisfaction. "I need to rest, follow me to my bedroom."
I placed the martini glasses back on the platter and followed Sayidi inside to the kitchen. With the platter back on the island, I followed Sayidi toward the back of the house. My mouth still full of the taste of the doctor's cum.
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Time to Rest
Following Sayidi out of the kitchen, we crossed the living room and foyer to another hallway that led to the back of the home. Unlike the hallway that led to the study, this hallway was longer and had doors on opposing sides.
The first door opened to a what looked like a guest bedroom. We entered the second larger bedroom, I assumed was the master suite.
"Prepare the bed for me," Sayidi ordered.
I pulled the decorative pillows off the bed and placed them on a nearby lounge chair. Then I turned down the covers for Sayidi and stepped out of the way. As Sayidi climbed into bed, I looked at his alarm clock. It was only 10pm. After all the booze, I needed to rest.
"You may sleep at the end of the bed," Sayidi said, pointing to the end of the California King.
I climbed onto the bed and stretched out across the bed, almost like a pet would sleep with his master. My blood alcohol level allowed me to fall asleep quickly.
4 a.m. Wakeup Call
A tap on the head startled me awake. Looking around, disoriented by my unfamiliar surroundings, I remembered that I was still naked and still in the service of Sayidi.
"Wake up, boy, I need your head to fornicate," Sayidi said, as he stood over me looking down over his erect cock.
"What time is it?" I asked, still somewhat groggy.
"It is 4 a.m. I will use you one more time and then you may leave." Sayidi said, in a matter-of-fact style.
The 6-hour nap gave me time to sober up, allowing me to think clearly without the influence of alcohol. A few seconds passed as my mind caught up with the reality of the evening's events.
"You made a mistake, but it's not too late," the voice in my mind reasoned.
"Sucking one cock while drunk is no big deal, but if you allow yourself to do it again, it's a pattern," the voice cautioned.
"Get up boy," Sayidi said more sternly.
I sat up and looked at the blurry, dark-skinned man standing in front of me. As I rose to my feet, I remembered that I was not to allow my gaze to rise above the doctor's waist.
"Follow me," Sayidi directed as he started walking toward the bedroom door.
I followed Sayidi back across the living room and into the kitchen. Once again, he opened the patio door and walked out into the darkness. Without pause, I followed him. The air was completely still and thick with humidity. Heat lightening flashed in the distance and a slight rumble of thunder could still be heard over the drone of central air conditioners.
Sayidi walked across the deck and descended the stairs into the back yard. He stopped near the center of his back yard and turned to ensure that I had followed him out into the open. I scanned the neighbors' homes for signs of life. The homes were all dark as their occupants slept through this ungodly hour.
With only a slight glow from the moonlight, Sayidi was just an outline in front of me. The darkness, combined with my nearsightedness created a surreal scene.
“Sayidi, we are out in the open here. Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, trying not to show disrespect.
"Get on all fours," Sayidi said in a commanding voice.
The Turning Point
"If you do this, you can no longer call it a mistake. You'll be doing it willingly, allowing it to happen," the voice in my head lectured.
"Do you really want to become his boy? Does being his sex slave turn you on?
He's not stronger than you, he's not overpowering you, there's no reason you can't just walk away and drive home," the voice continued.
"Are you really a cock sucker? Is that who you want to be?" the voice was shouting now.
"Boy," Sayidi interrupted.
Back in the moment, I slowly dropped to my knees, letting myself to fall forward onto my hands so that I was in the position Sayidi required. I was willingly submitting to the doctor. He had pushed me into a new mental state where submission was a powerful aphrodisiac.
The idea that a neighbor could turn on a light and discover me sucking cock on all fours caused my body to vibrate with arousal. There would be no time to make it to nearby cover. We were at least 15 feet from the stairs, this was about as public as it could get. Our only cover was the early hour. The brazenness of our actions was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I felt like a total slut.
Sayidi kneeled in front of me while he stroked his cock. I opened my mouth, and leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the head of Sayidi's cock.
"Stop," Sayidi interrupted.
I pulled back, letting the doctor's cock withdraw from my mouth.
"Ask for it," Sayidi said, quietly. I could almost hear the smile on his face.
"May I drain your balls for you, Sayidi?" I asked, in a submissive voice I didn't recognize.
"You will, but this time, I am going to use your head for my pleasure," Sayidi responded. "Do you want me to use your head for fornication, boy?"
"Yes Sayidi," I said quietly, looking directly at the doctors throbbing cock.
"Tell me what you want, boy, say the words," Sayidi coerced.
"I want you to face fuck me, Sayidi," my voice cracked as I responded.
"Right here, in the back yard? Where you could easily be seen?" Sayidi asked, emphasizing the level of exhibitionism involved.
"Only a mindless dog, would allow his head to be fornicated in public," Sayidi sneered. "Are you a mindless dog, boy?"
"Yes, Sayidi," I whispered, still staring at his cock and low hanging balls.
"Then open your mouth so I can give you what you ask," Sayidi demanded.
I felt Sayidi's hands take a firm grip of my skull. I watched as his cock penetrated my mouth. I was staring directly at his large bush as he started thrusting.
"Hold it open, doggy!" Sayidi raised his voice.
I opened my mouth wider.
"That's it, let me in. I will help you take it all." Sayidi growled.
Sayidi's cock was hammering at the back of my throat causing me to gag.
"You will stop gagging when I give you more," Sayidi assured me.
"Glawk, glawk, glawk," I responded, as he forced his cock into my airway.
I'd seen porn stars make these sounds and I always thought it was theatrics. Now here I was, naked on all fours, at 4 a.m., in public, with the sound now coming from my own throat.
"Good dog," Sayidi sneered. "Take more, I'll give my full length to you, and you will take it."
"I am going to teach you to become so much more useful than you are today. You are learning your true purpose. Is your little boy penis getting hard as I fornicate your head?" Sayidi continued.
"Glawk, glawk," were the only sounds from my mouth.
Sayidi was getting very rough. He pulled out and let me get a few breaths.
As I caught my breath, I heard the words, "I want it all," in what sounded like my own voice.
I choked and spat in the grass while Sayidi allowed me to regroup, resuming my position, opening my mouth to continue letting him fuck. Sayidi grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward until my throat was completely impaled on his 8" cock. My nose was buried in his thick pubes and Sayidi was still pulling and thrusting.
The Doctor Is In
"There it is, good boy," Sayidi praised me and petted me like i was his dog
With his cock buried balls deep in my throat, he started making short strokes. I was able to hold my breath as he continued, but after 40 seconds or so, I started to panic.
I reached up to push back so I could get some air. Sayidi pulled out quickly.
"Breath!" Sayidi ordered.
I took a deep breath, then Sayidi shoved his cock back in all the way to the base. Sayidi resumed his short strokes, literally skull fucking me in his back yard in front of all his neighbors.
The gagging noises had stopped.Sayidi started taking long, full strokes into my open throat. I tried to time my breathing so I could capture a new breath each time he pulled back before he started each new stroke.
Small drops of sweat fell off my face and body due to the heat and humidity along with my physical and mental exertion. With each full stroke, my nose brushed his course pubic hairs, and I felt his large balls swing under my chin and slap me under my jaw. The wet slapping noises were obscene.
Pre-cum leaked from my bouncing cock sprinkling my thighs and stomach, further confirming my arousal. Giving up all control to a stranger had my body on fire with lust. Sayidi's thick, 8-inch cock continued taking long rapid thrusts deep into my neck. There was no denying that I was getting fucked, and I liked it.
"Feed, dog!" Sayidi growled as he started to cum.
I continued to hold my breath as Sayidi crushed my nose against his pubic bone. He treated my head like a sex toy. This was beyond sexual; this was about domination and perhaps even humiliation. No self-respecting person would allow themselves to be treated like this, especially in public. Why did I like it?
Sayidi finished in my mouth and asked me to clean him just as he did the first time. As his cock softened in my mouth, I continued to provide suction and remained on all fours.
"You may leave," Sayidi informed me in a quiet voice as he rose to a standing position.
I got up on my knees, wiped my mouth, pushed the hair out of my eyes, and rose to my feet. My body was covered in sweat from the heat of the evening and the treatment I had just endured. I followed Sayidi up the stairs and back into the kitchen.
Sayidi pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator while I washed my hands and then walked to the island to reinsert my contact lenses.
"Please wait until I leave, boy," Sayidi quietly requested, "Remember, you must always be truly naked."
"I will need you tomorrow evening at the same time, boy. You did an acceptable job today," Sayidi commented, as he walked out of the kitchen.
Slowly, I reinserted my contact lenses and walked through the laundry room and into the garage. As I entered the garage, still naked, the light came on and the garage door started to rise.
"That asshole has an opener in the house!" I thought, as I hurried to pull my clothes out of the bin to keep from exposing myself to the street.
By the time I pulled my shorts up, the door was completely open. I pulled on my shirt, stepped into my sandals, and walked to my car. I turned the ignition and backed into the street.
During the 20-minute drive across Los Angeles, back to my apartment, my mind replayed the events of the evening. My cock started tenting my shorts. Soon, I scooted in my seat so I could lower my shorts and release my throbbing cock. I started masturbating while driving home, thinking about what I had allowed myself to do.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" my mind's voice shouted. "Are you really playing with yourself while driving home from being this Arab's bitch?
"There's no way you're ever going back there!" the voice continued.
Pre-cum was forming on the tip of my cock, my balls were tightening, my orgasm was very close.
"Stop jacking off! Have some self-respect!" the voice scolded.
My hand pulled away from my cock as I approached the highway exit to my apartment building. The clock on the dashboard read 5:05 as I pulled into my apartment garage. Still sporting a chubby, I exited my vehicle and jumped into the elevator that took me to my floor.
As the elevator doors opened, I looked out to ensure no early risers where loitering on my floor. Once inside my apartment, I set my alarm for 7:30 a.m. and went straight to bed. It was going to be an interesting day at work.
I realized that in less than 12 hours, Sayidi expected me back to perform my duties as his boy.
I knew i would be there.
Mitch‘s MASTER demands him to take down his gym shorts to see his legs. Thus his useless dicklet is exposed as well. Fully intended humiliation of the Roid-Bull-Toy.