Arab stallion to pussy slave

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

A little more than a week had passed and Mahor marveled at his freshly grown stubble in the mirror of the dressing room. Luckily the cunt beard had grown out and so had the pain in his ass that had kept him from sitting up for the first half of the week. That night he was back in the gym for the first time in a long time and was really looking forward to an intense workout.

Looking around the training area, he was disappointed to find that this time he was completely alone. So he first went up the stairmaster to warm up for his workout. After 10 minutes, he got off the machine and began working the free weights in earnest. Starting with his arms, he did five sets of tight chest pull-ups, then alternated isolated bicep curls and hammer curls with the 40-pound bar. He trained his chest in a three-person superset of cable pull, negative bench press and one-armed push-ups.

Although his body was already aching, he persuaded himself to do a few sets for legs and buttocks. After doing 5 sets of 140-170 lbs on the leg extension while watching a newly arrived client on the rower, he sauntered over to the hamstrings. For the first set, he did 15 reps with 50 kg to get used to the weight. Just as he was about to change the weight to 60 kg, a hand reached over him from behind and laid on his.

"Come on, you can still do some more weight!" said a warm, deep voice to him and the smell of the stranger filled his nostrils. It was a pleasant scent of fresh sweet sweat and deodorant. The hand pushed down his own so that the pin snapped into the 75 kg weight plane. Manhor started to turn to face the stranger, but his other hand grabbed the back of his head and pressed it into the leatherette upholstery of the bench. Before Manhor could react, the stranger's body swung over him, perched on his ass and leaned forward slightly, as if to whisper something in Manhor's ear.

"Put your hands on the handles, sweetheart!" he hissed in his ear and when Manhor obeyed, the stranger's strong hands pressed on it and fixed his arms in front of his body. Strong and hard, Manhor could see the muscles of the stranger's forearms to either side of his eyes, realizing that he was trapped by the man's strength and weight. His feet were hooked into the machine's leg pads, his body pressed against the bench and his hands clasped in the stranger's paws.

"Come on, start the workout, I want to feel your ass muscles moving between my thighs!" the stranger whispered promptingly and while Manhor completed the next set, he felt the stranger push his cock through the leghole of his training pants between his buttocks and felt how it grew in there to a massive log.

"By the way, awesome tattoos on your hands!" he said softly into Manhor's right ear while stroking the fingertips decorated with the words FIST SLUT. “I can imagine why you don't hide that under training gloves. You're the fisting bitch who wants to show it to the whole world proudly. Just like you showed everyone last week!”

"Very good, my little Arab sow! Rub my cock with your ass, show me what you want! I want to feel how much you desire my cock. You know I saw you at the club last week, was hoping to meet you sometime. Unfortunately I didn't win that evening, but you drank my sperm from your cup. I didn't think I'd see you again so soon! Last week I would have paid a lot of money for your ass, almost bought the ticket for 200 euros from 111! Now I'll get my free sample of Arabian meat! This is what I call fate and justice!”

"... 10!" Manhor groaned and lowered the weights while he wondered why he hadn't noticed the big man in the club, at his height he would have towered over 90% of the audience. And he seemed attractive enough, Manhor had already noticed that when he watched him from afar on the rowing machine.

"One more set, little one, you still want to grow your ass!" the stranger commanded, letting go of Manhor's hands and changing the weight to 80 kg. "And this time I want to feel every muscle individually, so please do some nice and slow movements!"

As Manhor pulled the weight up bit by bit with utmost effort, the stranger's hands came down on his ass and squeezed his buttocks around his cock. After the sixth rep, Manhor had to pass and dropped the weight. The stranger was satisfied, took a quick look at the pumped up dark hairy leg muscles and then stood up.

"Get up, boy," he commanded.

Manhor got up from the hamstrings and looked at this incredible looking man. His scruffy facial hair made him look damn hot. The Arab was drawn to the man's sweat aroma and was tempted to lick his face. The stranger, however, just stood there, flexing his muscles beneath his tight training shirt with the Captain America symbol clinging skin-tight to his muscles. Then this guy raised his arms and did a powerful biceps pose. The strong arms stretched the material of his shirt even more and his pumped biceps threatened to tear his shirt. Then he roughly grabbed the Arab's head and pulled him to his face for a deep kiss. His hot tongue dug into Manhor's mouth, demanding and probing. The tongues of the two men wrestled and seemed about to tie to a knot inside Manhor's mouth.

When the stranger pulled the Arab even tighter, Manhor explored his muscular body with his hands. He brushed them over the muscles of the strangers arms and back, sliding them down his sides and squeezing his ass cheeks through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. His body felt so damn good and hard, then, after Manhor moaned into the kissing mouth with excitement, he broke the kiss and tore himself away from the Arab's lips, which were sticking to him like suction cups of an octopus. Manhor didn't want to break the kiss and leaned forward, but the stranger had other ideas for him.

"Lick my biceps, whore," said the handsome guy as he tensed his muscles again.

Manhor grabbed the bulging biceps with both hands and was surprised that he couldn't even enclose them with two hands and pressed his face on the hard bent muscle. He stretched out his tongue and licked the arm, playing with the delicate hairs on it with the tip of his tongue and wetting the skin with his saliva with long flat tongue movements.

"Good, boy," the still nameless man commented.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pushed Manhor's licking face away from his arm. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it up his torso over his head. Seductively his strong chest came into view, on which a light down of hair was exposed. The hot torso, on the other hand, appeared to be shaved and Manhor's cock was starting to get hard at the sight of the fantastic body.

The stranger raised his arms again and put his hands behind his head.

"Lick my stinky armpit hair, boy," he commanded.

Hesitantly, Manhor stared at the hairy armpits he presented to him. The hair in the pits was wet and sweaty from the rowing exercise a little bit earlier. They smelled ripe but definately inviting even from a distance. But the Arab remained motionless. As the stranger registered the disobedience, he grabbed the Arab's head and pulled it roughly into his sweating armpits.

"Fuck it bitch," he snarled, "Be that filthy whore you are that I saw at the club last week and suck it!"

Manhor sank into the thick armpit hair and inhaled the scent of the sweaty man deeply. He was suddenly in seventh heaven and licked and slurped in the cave offered to him. He rubbed his face in there for a while as if the forest of armpit hair was a towel to dry himself with. In fact, the sweat was pouring out of him like a fountain, never before had he met anyone who could sweat so much. The salty elixir ran down his cheeks into his mouth and down his chin. It was so hot that Manhor never wanted to stop and would have gone on like that till eternity, but he still wanted to taste the stranger's cock as well. Suddenly he knew that was what he wanted most from this hot guy. His big meaty prick, which he felt getting hard between his thighs, he wanted the stranger to slam his prick in his face, ramming it into his gut, filling him with it over and over again. Manhor loosened his skull from the dense armpit and looked into the handsome face of his counterpart who smiled cheekily at him.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, you whore. You like my stinky armpit in your face. You're addicted to my stink!"

Manhor just nodded at him while his eyes were still fixed to the shiny skin and dark wet hair of the other man. The Arab was at eye level with the man's hairy chest, on which a thick bead of sweat slowly ran down his neck through his chesthair to his nipple, leaving a wet trail like a snail's. The Arab licked his lips and the stranger understood at once. He pulled the face of the helpless arab to his nipple and pressed it tightly against his chest.

"Come on, baby," he said. "Lick my tits boy. Lick them and make them nice and hard."

Obediently and contentedly, Manhor opened his mouth. His tongue darted out and found its target amidst the tickling hair. He licked and sucked on the fleshy nipple like there was nothing else in the world for him. He drooled around the nipple and the stranger felt the saliva run down his abdominal muscles. Manhor chewed on the nipple and felt the stranger like it as his tit swelled into a hard button in his mouth.

"You're a good little whore," he exclaimed, "Lick my hot man tits, boy. Lick them. Worship them! Suck daddy's tits!"

The muscular, fleshy chest rose and fell between Manhor's lips with each breath as he suckled on them. He loved worshiping those powerful perfect tits, but he still desperately wanted that cock between the stranger's hot thighs to be shoved inside of him, in his mouth, his ass even his eyesockets if the starnger wanted to fuck him to blindness. Then, as if he had heard his wishes, the adonis pulled the Arab's head back and pushed it down to his cock. Manhor licked the ribbed belly over the navel to his crotch. He grabbed the sweatpants with his mouth and pulled them down over the erect cock. And then he stared at a cock as enormous as he had never imagined, despite the pressure on his butt.

He reached for it and took it carefully in his hand, feeling the heat of the blood as it rushed through the shaft. Manhor licked his lips and leaned closer to this hot object of desire. He opened his mouth and sucked in the wide juicy glans. He could taste the first tender drops of cum in the cock's pee slit, dripping from the tip. It was so damn delicious he just had to open his mouth wider and take in more of that awesome cock. Manhor slid the big cock over his wet, hungry tongue and devoured a few more meaty inches. He heard the strange guy moaning above him, who immediately pushed more of his love organ into his mouth with strong pressure forcing inch after inch down between his sucking lips.

The plump cock was shoved down Manhor's throat, digging deep into it. The Arab moaned over the meaty cock at how much he loved the huge cock in his mouth. The stranger paused for a moment as his pubic hair pressed against Manhor's lips, then he pulled the cock out completely between the clenched lips. Manhor sucked in air and grabbed the monster, but the stranger pulled it back and wagged the fat butt back and forth in front of Manhor's eyes, so that fine splashes of cum spread left and right on his face.

"How much do you want this motherfucker, Arab mare?" he asked. "Do you want to be this hot prick's whore?"

With the shiny beefy monster cock wagging in front of him, Manhor couldn't take his eyes off it. He swallowed deeply, licked his lips and nodded his head wildly in affirmation to let the world see his desire for that cock. The shaft slid effortlessly over the Arab's waiting tongue back into his mouth, sliding down the sucking throat and squeezing its juices against the Arab cocksucker's palate. Like a savage, the stranger fucked Manhor's jaw to the hilt, his balls banging against his chin.

"You got such a good little whore mouth, bitch, just like I thought you would when you sucked so many guys dry last week. But none of the cocks were like mine, do you confirm that?"

Manhor couldn't answer with his mouth full, but given his enthusiasm he didn't have to. The Arab savored the taste of the tube as it slid down his tongue. The stranger couldn't wait to shoot his thick cream inside the arab, his protein shake that he was about to give to him. While the stranger continued to fuck the face, he began to make dirty comments at the Arab. He called him his dirty little faggot whore and explained how he would be going to tear his man pussy apart with his hard cock, how he would split hi in two halves. Manhor loved the humiliating insults, wanted nothing more than to be the whore of this man and this cock. In his shorts, he felt his own cock getting harder and harder with every word the stranger said.

Faster and harder, the Arab sucked on the cock until he felt his blood explode. The stranger began to grunt and his body jerked as he slammed his hips into the kneeling man's face. Manhor just thought about how this stud would soon be blowing his load in his mouth, pumping his skull full of precious juices from his body and using his body as a squirt bowl. But when the cock puffed up so much that Manhor thought he could already hear the flow of semen, the stranger pulled the stick, slippery with saliva, out of Manhor's mouth. The Arab knelt drooling and spitting with disbelieving eyes as the big cock was taken from him. He looked up and saw the stranger breathing so heavily that his chest was heaving frantically.

"Damn," he moaned. "That was close. I almost blew my load in your horny, damn mouth." Using his right hand, he pulled the Arab to his feet and dragged him into the TRX corner.

"Stand there next to the horizontal bar and get your ass free," he instructed him harshly, "I'll fuck the shit out of you"

Manhor positioned himself on the inside of the TRX bar and leaned his face against the cold metal. Within seconds the stranger had strapped his feet and chained the ankles to the widely spaced posts, making the Arab's trousers strain at the crotch. Using two wrist straps, the stranger secured Manhor's hands above his head, forcing his chest forward and protruding even further from the slightly hollow back. The hands of the stranger slapped the plump Arab ass and pinched his ass cheeks. With a single strong tug he tore the fabric of the sports pants, which slid to shreds on the Arab's left leg to the ground. Between the hairy buttocks he could see the pink rosette he would soon possess.

"How bad do you want it, bitch," he growled, grabbing his fat cock and slamming it multiple times against the throbbing Arab ass. "Want Jacob's big fucking cunt breaker whore?"

"Please Master Jacob, yes!" pleaded and stammered Manhor, who finally had a name for the desirable man. "Please give me your fucking cock. Rape my unworthy hole."

Jacob spat on his right hand and rammed his fingers savagely into Manhor's ass, who kept begging in incomplete sentences to take him. With a powerful thrust, Jacob suddenly drove his powerful stiff member with every single centimeter into the Arab's ass without stopping for a single moment. It was a hard, relentless thrust, and every glorious inch of his cock was pushed into the howling man in bondage with this thrust.

"Ohh my god bro. That's sooo awesome! Fuck me Master, fuck me real hard"

"Oh I will," he replied, thrusting even harder.

Filled with lust and desire, Manhor turned his head back, which was pretty much the only part of his body he could move while tied like this, so that he could see Jacob's face. He gazed with deep longing at the stubbly chin and dimples along the side of his cheeks, the brown, tightly battered smiling eyes, the full pink lips, and the high cheekbones. He stuck out his tongue from between his lips at that hot face just inches from his own. He wanted to kiss Jacob while feeling his cock pounding in his stomach.

"I don't kiss a man I fuck, and certainly not a cheap fuck slice like you! You're just a whore to use and throw away!" However, Jacob fended off the Arab's request, "I just like the fucking! I'm not a fag like you, little Arab cunt!"

The hot fucker started to increase the pace of his fuck. Faster and harder, he thrust into the Arab's ass so that the rigid metal frame of the training device wobbled and squeaked. Manhor felt the hot plump arms wrap around him as he was fucked, fingers finding his nipples. Strong biceps pressed against his armpits, exposed unprotected by his arms tied high. After a few minutes, the fingers slipped away from the Arab's sorely pinched nipples and gripped the Arab's armpit. Jacob slammed his ass hard while leaning back like he was doing some sling training and holding on to Manhor's long, thick armpit hair instead of the ropes.

"Come on faggot," he growled, "I really want to rip this hole with my cock right now. I want to fray it until it's as soft as butter in the sun. Fine, kid. Let me fuck the shit out of you! Yes, bitch. Now take that divine cock, bitch."

Jacob banged that Arab ass like crazy and the faster he plowed it the dirtier his abuse got.

"You're my fucking little whore ass! You love my big fat cock digging your shithole. Feels really good doesn't it? Imagine being fucked by a horse, or a dog! Or both at the same time. And even then your hole wouldn't be as full as it is now! What's cunt in Arabic? Wait, I know: aleudw altanasuliu alnaswiu. Yes, you're wondering! I worked in Abu Dhabi for a long time. I have a whole harem army alkalibas there fucked hard day and night you wouldn't believe what your arab women do to western men behind closed doors when they want a dhil i squirted my nutfa in their eahira mouths do you have a sister that I would give an allaena just like you did right now! I might give her a nice wet qibla on her mouth too!"

Manhor just groaned as Jacob continued to thrust into his g-spot. With each thrust, Manhor shot a load of saliva from his open mouth which splattered onto the floor in front of them. He could feel the heat of the body behind him, the phenomenal friction in his gut as Jacob shot into him with animal ferocity with his big cock.

Manhor's cock was also getting hard and dripping, and he realized it was about to cum as Jacob gasped and sweared into him. The man was like a dog on his bitch, ruthless, unbridled and seemingly inexhaustible.

"Eahira! Take my hot cum!" he screamed as he came.

Inside, Manhor felt multiple explosions hit his prostate and anal walls. He felt the hot sticky juice spread inside him like an ulcer. Then another explosion, and another, and another. Jacob grabbed Manhor's head by the hair and held him tight as he continued to thrust, shoving his cock even further into the Arab's ass. They both cried out loud as Manhor's ass filled to the brim with cum, cum oozing out of his hole even as the cock was buried eight inches inside him and Manhor's ass muscles tightened as he came on the gym floor. Then Jacob pulled his cock out of his ass and let the still dripping cum flow into his hand. As the erupting flow of sperm subsided, he took a step around Manhor and the cum-filled palm was shoved right in front of his face.

"Come on bitch open that mouth and drink my cum"

Manhor obeyed immediately and immediately started drinking from the palm and licking it all over.

"Yeah bitch, swallow it nice!" he growled. "Let my warm fresh baby milk sink into your tummy. Swallow my sweet cum you arab fuck whore."

"What's going on in here?" a massive voice boomed through the room. Another bodybuilder, apparently of Greek or Italian origin, was standing just a few meters away. His body was dark brown, part natural, part sunbed, and thick body hair covered his shiny skin. He didn't have a three-day beard but a really thick, well-groomed full beard, like a real man wears it, and he wasn't ashamed of being a MAN. He wore a loose white 3XL T-shirt with a wide V-neck, so that his strong chest muscles pushed out over the neckline. The contrast of the light fabric with his dark skin enhanced his authoritarian presence.

Both Manhor and Jacob gave him a startled look. It was Cosats, the trainer, and they smelled trouble. He reached into his red boxing sweats and pulled out his cell phone. The two offended men feared he would call the police. In fact, however, he pointed the camera at the two and took a picture. He typed something in briefly and then grinned.

"I Whatsapped my buddies!" he grunted. "I hope they're already awake, by the time they come they'll want some of your ass too!"

He stepped into the TRX area in front of Manhor and unhooked one of the slings from the frame by leaning towards him so that his face was inches from that of the bound Arab and the arab sniffed the musky aroma like a rudy dog. It was dead quiet in the whole room, only the heavy breathing of the three men could be heard. Costas concentrated on the Arab's body presented to him. Sweat glistened on the gentle curves of his arms raised above his head; thick beads of sweat sparkled like pearls in his black hair and trickled onto his panting chest, where they were lost briefly in the ruffled hair. Sweat also ran down the tense muscles of his stomach, down into the thickening pubic hair of his crotch.

As Costas slowly walked around the prisoner, he saw that the sweat was running down his back, beginning at the sparse hair over his shoulder blades. From there a shiny trail ran down the length of his spine to his bottom where the drops disappeared into the hairy cleft of his ass.

For a moment the Greek remains motionless behind Manhor, who also stood motionless, wrists tied with straps over his head and ankles pinned to the ground. Jacob was still staring at the trainer in fear. But neither of them saw the mixture of expectation and fear in Manhor's eyes, which stared straight ahead and didn't see the shadow behind him, which lifted the arm with the sling and hurled down violently.

“Clap” the noose bounces on the Arab's ass leaving a red streak.

“SLAP, SLAP. SLLLAAAAP!" the noose tears three more welts on his buttocks in criss-cross directions.

"How did it come this far with you!" grumbled the Greek behind him, “A year ago you've been the macho stallion here in the studio, who used to pick up the girls one by one. And look at you now. You stand there crucified and spred eagled naked with sperm in your ass and in your mouth and let yourself be whipped. You have become a worthless piece of Arabian pork. Now you arrogant Arab cunt you get what you deserve! You must have forgotten who I am. When you stole my girlfriend from me a year ago, you were still laughing. After I found out that Vanessa had your dirty arab cock in her cunt, I quit with her, threw her out in the sewer where she belonged. You don't need a whore like that. Who knows, maybe you did me a favor... so now I'll do you one too!"

“Schmack, whoosh, bang!” the slapping sounds of the strap on the Arab's skin echoed across the room. Another smack landed higher and the strap looped briefly around Manhor's chest, drawing its rough edge over his right nipple. The Arab flinched and squeaked a shriek of pain, and Costas smirked satisfied.

“That was just a light touch, hardly the beginning; my whip will whistle tonight and sing in the air, it'll put the notes on your back, your thighs, write a sonate on your chest!” he laughed loudly and hit again, this time to the inner thighs. "Before the night is out your toned young body will be marked by me, it will be covered in red stripes and tears won't help you, my little Ali Baba!"

With tears in his eyes, Manhor begged the Greek to free him. He promised to do anything for him if he would only stop, he would eagerly suck his cock, take it deep in his mouth if he would only let him go. His ass would be his; feverishly eager to do anything to stop the whipping. But Costas was undeterred, he had the Arab at the point he intended for him. More blows followed at short intervals and soon his entire back, ass and thighs were red from the touch of the training strap and the Arab hung whimpering and weak in the slings over his head. His legs had given way, the only hard thing about him was his cock, which stuck out stiff and dripping from his body.

When Costas put the noose aside and began to smack the Arab's ass with the palm of his hand, Jacob realized he was in no danger. The spectacle had made him horny and so he pulled up a weight bench and stood on it so that his cock was at chest height of the Arab. In this position viewing everything over the shoulder of the arab, he began to jerk off while watching Costa's spanking of the bound man.

After a few minutes, the last blow came and Costa's hand rested on the Arab's warm, red-hot buttocks. Manhor heaved a relieved sigh and dropped to his knees even further than before, exposing his ass to the hand all the more like a clean squat.

Suddenly, without warning, Costa's middle finger entered Manhor's hole, smearing the remains of Jacob's sperm in circular motions against the walls of the anal passage. Then two more fingers followed, which easily fit into the soft, pre-expanded hole. The burning pain on his body caused by the lashes was replaced by a soothing massage of his prostate. The Arab moaned unhappily as the fingers left his ass, and in the same instant, three fat loads of cum shot out of Jacob's cock, who skillfully spread them across Manhor's chest and hair under his armpits by rocking his cock back and forth.

At last Manhor was untied and sank to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Costas ordered the Arab to follow him on hands and knees. So Manhor crawled after him on the studio floor, the fresh cum on his chest and under his armpits hanging and dangling in creamy threads at first, but then spread drop by drop to the floor below, marking his way through the gym. Costas stopped at the abdominal benches and turned to Manhor. The grin on the Greek's face was as sexy as it was terrifying.

"You are so lucky!" he snorted at the kneeling Arab, “My buddies are coming, they're on their way, until then we can have some fun here! Hey, Jacob, fancy some push-ups?"

Jacob nodded and waited for further instructions. The trainer grabbed Manhor around the waist and lifted him off the ground. Like a roll of carpet, he tossed him next to one of the benches, his head banging against the cushion.

"Crawl up underneath the bench, whore!" he ordered, "Lie on your back so that each of your whore holes sticks out at one end and is ready for us on each side!"

Manhor obeyed, knowing he would be stripped of his manhood again. No sooner was his head peeking out to one side of the bench than Costas pushed him further up, lifting his legs, draping them over his hairy shoulders and propping himself up with his hands on the bench, beginning oblique push-ups, his cock on each descending movement entering into the Arab's wet warm hole. As a counterbalance, so that the bench didn't tip over, Jacob did the same from the other side, only that he pressed his fat cock into the whore's mouth of the Arab.

"With this kind of motivational support we can do much more and have more fun with the bitch!" huffed Costas after more than 50 repetitions. "Shall we switch?"

"Cool, the bitch licked my cock so hot, I could use some ass!" Jacob replied with a groan. "Do you have a problem with me cumming in that cheap hole again?"

“By no means!” help yourself!

And so the two men stood up, briefly stretched their arms for relaxation, and then went into each other's positions. With violent deep thrusts, the two Manhor fucked from both sides and after the seventieth repetition, Costas screamed that he would now feed the hooker. Jacob was ready too, shooting his cum deep into Manhor's ass while gaping his own mouth close to Costa's face in front of him and screaming his orgasm into the studio room. While Manhor was being filled with sperm from both sides and laboriously swallowing the load in his mouth, he looked sideways over the Greek gods' body as the mouths of his tormentors met in ecstasy and joined in a wet, drooling kiss. Lying down, he found it difficult to swallow the powerful load and he choked. With a strong fit of coughing, the sperm squirted out of his mouth and hung sideways in his stubble beard on his chin and cheeks.

"You don't want to waste my Greek honey!" Costas teased when he broke the kiss briefly, smeared the sperm from the Arab's cheeks onto his fingers and put them back into Manhor's mouth. Then he leaned in again and pressed his lips to Jacob's.

The kiss didn't break either, when Costas pulled his dripping cock out of Manhor's mouth, and in a bent down position continued to press his lips against Jacob's mouth and walked around the bench with his fingers still in Manhor's mouth. He apparently exchanged a look with him during the kiss, so that no further agreement was necessary for the next round.

"I ssought you didn't kish men!" It shot without a second thought from Manhor's mouth, still filled with the Greek's cum and fingers.

"Did someone ask you to talk, slave?" Costas yelled at him and kicked him in the pit of the stomach.

“Jacob pulled his cock out of the Arab's dripping cunt and kicked in from the other side, sending pain searing deep through Manhor's guts.

"Maybe I just don't kiss cunts like you!" he grunted, "Cheap hookers are only for shagging!"

As he swore at Manhor and kicked again, Costas had resumed his place at the Arabian's rear end. lowered his cock into the hole pre-soaked with Jacob's sperm and motioned to Jacob.

"Are you sure?" Jacob asked, getting a nod of agreement from the Greek.

Excited by the power he had over the Arab, Jacob was stiff for the fifth time that night and paced around Costas, who was pounding his cock like a savage into the Arab. Wrapping his arms around the Greek's warm, soft chest from behind he felt the hard muscles under the woolly hair that moved in his embrace with every thrust, and took a perfect opportunity to get into the fucking rhythm. Without having to tune it further, his wet cock slid into the Greek's ass, picking up the beat and pounding the Arab's ass through the Greek's body at the same interval.

"Oh god, that's awesome!" shouted Costas. “Fuck me, no, fuck him through me! Your cock is long enough that he can feel it too! Yeah, shove it in real hard!”

Lying on the ground, Manhor could feel the force of the thrusts suddenly adding weight to them. He lay there completely helpless and had to put up with the wild fuck, knowing that he had to go along with everything his two current masters ordered him to do. This evening they would humiliate him, feed him their juices, insult him and call him names of their choice. He was theirs! Cautiously, he looked over the edge of the bench as the Greek's eyes bulged with lust and Costas turned his head to suck the tongue of the man who was plowing his once virgin asshole with his huge cock, but that was despite the initial pain giving him such happiness that within a few more strokes he shot his sperm in Manhor's ass, now already filled with three bis loads. They continued to fuck the Arab for almost 5 minutes, so that Jacob came in the Greek's ass and Costas also delivered another load into the whore hole underneath him. Then they got up slowly, walked around the bench and pulled Manhor out from under it, exhausted. They placed him on the bench with his legs draped over the cushions and his head hanging slightly back at the end of the exercise machine.

“Time for you to clean our cocks from the ass juices! Your lips and tongue are just dirty cleaning rags, bitch! But first we start with something different!”

This was another level of humiliation for Manhor, how could he sink any lower than the cleaning bucket for semen residue and ass juices. Costas could see in the Arab's sad eyes that he was defeated, and with a spiteful smile of victory he spat a full load of snot in his face. Then Costas took off his shoes and pressed his right foot with his smelly sports sock into Manhor's face, rubbed the spit into his skin and waited for the Arab's tongue to stick out at his foot.

“Yes, lick the stinky sock, can you smell the good man sweat? This is good for you, makes you horny! This is your world, I'm sure of that! And now take off the sock with your mouth, I want my foot licked!"

Manhor bit into the fabric of the mischievous stocking and tugged at it with his teeth. Slowly it slid over the Greek's foot and fell loosely over his chin. As soon as he had spat the sock out of his mouth, Costas placed his bare foot on Manhor's face, pressed his toes against his nose and rubbed the calluses of his foot over the Arab's soft lips. The slave stuck out his tongue and licked the entire sole of his foot with devotion, causing the Greek above him to moan with pleasure.

After a few minutes he withdrew his foot and both Alphas knelt on the floor next to Manhor, one left one right and they shoved their ass smelling cocks into Manhor's open mouth from both sides at once. The Arab tasted the different flavors of the two cocks, could taste the difference between his ass juice and the Greek's certainly not so clean one. Whatever clung to Jacob's cock was bitter and severe, but the Arab licked it off as if it were the finest honey. He stammered something with the two cocks in his mouth asking Costas for forgiveness for his behavior. But the Greek just laughed and slapped his cheek with his open hand.

"You fag ask my forgiveness?" he shrieked, "You're not worthy of my mercy, you're actually not even worthy of being in my presence any longer than I use you. When you'll work out in here and I'm here too, you are from now on only my latrine for my juices, for my sperm, my piss, my sweat! And when I'm done with you, you leave, whether you've trained enough or not, if I'm here and don't feed you, the place is mine! Do you understand that, you worthless piece of shit?"

Manhor nodded while he continued to clean the two cocks with lips and tongue and the door of the studio opened. Costas' three buddies walked in and were able to watch the spectacle from across the room. They elbowed each other in the sides and laughed together. Then they walked quickly over to the three men.

"Sorry guys," Jacob apologized, glancing at his watch, "I have to go to work, but I'm sure the Arabian is in good hands with you guys!" He emphasized the word "hands" because everyone knew that the hands would probably be used the least. Jacob gave the three newcomers one last look, then grabbed his things and headed to the locker room.

"Costas, you old pig, you did organize something very special for us I recon?" remarked the smallest of the three men, laughing. "I've always wanted to stick such an Arabian pig on my blond spear! I definitely owe you!" The blonde, who was extremely stocky despite his small height, took a step closer to Manhor and licked his rosy lips. The steel blue eyes seemed to bore into the Arab's sweaty and abused body.

The other two newcomers were about the same height, just under 190 cm, and heavily tattooed on their arms. In appearance, at least two of them had Latin American or Spanish roots. With a big grin, they high-fived and took off their T-shirts to reveal their well-toned torsos, on which two tribals of the same size covered the left breast up to the base of the neck over the shoulder. They tensed their muscles and watched the Arabian react to their bouncing pecs.

"He seems to like it Rod!" giggled the one on the right, his hair hanging wildly over his forehead.

"Pablo, at least he has good taste!" the other roared with laughter, pulling down his track pants so his brown fleshy semi-erect cock popped out and wagged across Manhor's face. Like a hypnosis pendulum, his eyes tracked the dangling tail as it swelled in front of him. "Can't wait to feed him my juice!"

"Then don't keep him waiting, I'm in!" Rod cheered on his mate or lover while he too stripped off his sweatpants and pulled out his shiny shaft with a thick dark brown head. "His mouth is definitely big enough for both of us!"

"Get started, folks!" called Costas, who had taken a few steps in the direction of the free weight room. "I'll get some tools!"

Manhor's three new temporary owners didn't wait long. The two Latinos knelt down on either side of his head and pushed their cockheads against his lips from either side. The blond let loose some juicy slaps on Manhor's ass cheeks with the flat of his hand, so that he had to scream in pain and gaped his mouth wide. The two Latinos took the opportunity and shoved their cocks in unison into his mouth, where the bulging glans and veiny shafts pressed warmly against his tongue and palate.

When his mouth was stuffed and the two rubbed their rods in the Arab's mouth with gentle thrusts, Manhor felt the tip of the blonde's cock also pressed against his asshole.

“Oh yes, awesome, wow, such a hot hole! You have to try that too!” Blondie screamed, thrusting his cock all the way into Manhor's hole, which was already well lubricated, without stopping. After a few thrusts, he pulled his cock out and watched the Arab's dripping hole snap at him like a suction cup. He paused for a moment, then he thrust the Arab back into his asshole with full force, letting his cock drive its entire length into the hole like a hammer, thrusting again and again, shaking the Arab's body. Manhor moaned in pain over the two cocks in his mouth and the blond guy continued to fuck him like an animal.

Manhor felt his ass tighten with sexual arousal and it only took two more thrusts from Blondie for him to pump his cum deep into the Arab's ass, filling it with his hot juice.

The two Latinos who hadn't hosed down yet grabbed the Arab's tired body and threw him over the back erector a few feet from the abs machine. Manhor's torso hung limp and exhausted to the ground, leaving his ass in an exposed position. Blondie slapped his exposed butt cheeks hard once, commenting that this was the hottest, horniest ass he had ever fucked. As Pablo and Rod positioned themselves behind the Arab, Blondie pulled duct tape and handcuffs from his gym bag. As the cold steel of the handcuffs wrapped around the Arab's wrists and connected them to the frame of the back extension, he felt Rod's fat cock press into his well-oiled asshole. Despite his fat head, he slipped effortlessly into the Arab's willing ass and began to fuck him vigorously. When he reached orgasm in less than five minutes, he shot his load all over Manhor's back and ass and rubbed the sticky cum into the Arab's skin in circular motions with his right hand. Meanwhile, Blondie, whom the other two called Zack, had also strapped Manhor's ankles tightly to the exercise machine, so the Arab could only raise and lower his ass stretched over the pad.

As soon as Rod stepped aside, Pablo shoved his babymaker into the Arab's wet cunt, pounding him berserk, grabbing his waist for stabilization and screaming in ecstasy as he shot at least five thick gouts of cum into the Arab's innards. As he pulled his cock out, the cum oozed out of the arab's hole. Pablo caught it with the palm of his hand and smeared it onto his mate Rod's cock.

"Go on feed him this, let's not waste the good stuff!" he laughed.

Rod jerked Manhor's head upwards by the hair and shoved his cock, which was greased with sperm and ass juice, into his mouth. While Manhor obediently licked the cock clean, the door to the studio opened several times. He overheard Costas talking to the newcomers and seemingly negotiating prices. He was aware now that he was being marketed, that his ass was being sold for gang banging. He couldn't see how many different men were lining up behind him. He didn't count how many cocks after Rod, Pablo and Blondie he had to lick clean as cock after cock penetrated and filled his asshole and bills changed hands. He felt their rough hands on his ass cheeks while their cocks entered him. He smelled her sweat dripping down his ass and back and their cum soiling him inside and out. After at least ten more fucks, Manhor had lost track of whether it was always different men or whether some were giving themselves a second chance on his brown Arab ass. Most of them had shot their cum up his ass, but some also shot down his back and ass, so that the juice dripped down the sides of his body.

When the last customer was finished, Costas slapped his fat cock into his face, which was also wet with semen and spit.

"Come on, slave, lick my dirty Greek cock!" he scolded. “I meanwhile have fucked three asses with it! Can you imagine that, your ass made them so horny that they wanted to have my cock inside them all the way! I really fucked their dirty virgin holes like you know it. But their poop belongs in your stomach and on your lips, not on my cock!"

The smell was intoxicating. Manhor could see slimy welts on the Greek's dark cock from the poop that had accumulated there from the various fucks. But as much as he struggled internally, his mouth opened like a bud in the morning and embraced the fat cock. His tongue slid greedily down the shaft, dislodging any remnants of the pleasure the Greek had had with the customers.

"Very good bitch!" moaned Costas and Rob, Pablo and Zack laughed at the sight, "Your arab ass just paid me for a year's vacation to the Maldives within the hour. I can imagine quite well employing you little whore more often, maybe not on the training area, that might put customers off, but in the cleaning room between all the dirty rags and buckets on the floor, our customers could have fun with you in peace, could do things with you that you can hardly imagine and would pay for it, big money...! OH, you sick cunt, you make me sooo horny, I'll be right back! Come on, bitch, swallow this!" With a yell, Costas shot another load of cum down the Arab's throat.

Even as the juice slowly slid down Manhor's stir-fry, Pablo and Rob untied his shoelaces from his sneakers and began wrapping his balls. They tied cross knots around his sack and pulled the knots so tight that his testicles stretched out like a long tube and at the end two shiny red balls protruded from the cocoon of shoelaces. His swollen balls ached from the pressure of the ligaments, but before he could articulate a sign of pain, Zack pressed his ass against his face and let out a powerful fart go straight into his open mouth.

"Wow, how awesome is that!" he yelled, “I fart in the Arab's mouth and he immediately starts tongue licking and cleaning my ass! You are right Costas, that is one really sick fuck slut! Yes, stick your tongue deep into my stinky hole, that's your life you cheap cunt, that's why you've built your body to make us horny and to be at our service, that we have an Arab slave cunt to wipe our bodily juices!

Taking more deep breaths, Manhor stuck his tongue pointedly into the blonde's gaping hole and licked it out like it was an ice cream cone. He didn't notice as the tapes on his ankles were untied, tearing his hair out, as his legs were spread open by the two Latinos, opening his asshole even wider to reveal the dark, cum-filled canal. In the meantime, Costas had gotten a couple of chrome-plated dumbbells from the free weights area and now put first one, then two of the small 1kg dumbbells into the Arab's presented asshole. The cold steel made Manhor shiver and he shook himself so that the dumbbells slipped out of his hole and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"The cunt needs something stronger, Costas!" Rod laughed and picked up the 10kg dumbbell so that Manhor saw it flash briefly in the corner of his eye next to the blonde's buttocks. "Try this!"

And sure enough, Costas grabbed the heavy barbell with its wide ends and stuffed it completely up Manhor's ass. Then Zack took off his sweaty sports socks and stuffed them into Manhor's mouth like a fat gag.

“Little break for us!” he explained, “I'm on personal training now! But I don't want to miss anything here! I'll be back in an hour, my awesome punching bag!" With these words he briefly grabbed Manhor's tied balls and squeezed the bulging scrotum between his fingers. A shrill cry of pain came through the sock gag from the Arab's throat and the four men laughed loudly.

While Manhor had to let the hour go by, humiliated with a glittering dumbbell in his ass, more and more customers came in. Most looked away in disgust, some spat on the stinking Arab, others knelt down briefly and felt the sweaty mountains of muscle and laughed. But no one helped him out of the situation. The whole time, however, Manhor was pondering only one topic: what did "punching bag" mean if he was about to be beaten up?

When Costas reappeared after the announced hour, he had his gym bag with him. He fished out a fat cigar and against all rules he lit it in front of Manhor's eyes in the studio and blew the first blue smoke into his face. He then pulled the gag out of the Arab's mouth and before he could take a fresh breath, Costas pressed his mouth over the Arab's and blew another load of tobacco smoke into his lungs. The Arab coughed violently, but the lips on his mouth also aroused him. Then he heard a voice behind him, he couldn't tell if it was Rod or Pablo, his cock growing and getting really hard. In fact, he felt his hard penis pressing against the padding of the exercise machine from below and the shoelaces around his balls pressing even harder against his aching testicles.

"See, you really are a sick cunt, aren't you?" Costas asked him, blowing more smoke in his face.

The Arab nodded and whimpered, "Yes sir, I'm a sick cunt! I'm your sick cunt, sir!"

While Costas haughtily sat in front of Manhor, blowing cigar smoke in his face and making him understand what a worthless piece of shit, a pig, a cheap whore he was, the Latinos pulled the barbell out of the Arab's slimy ass. Zack had crouched down to Manhor's left and slapped his constricted balls with the palm of his hand as if he wanted to ring a bell.

The pain was indescribable, yet the Arab stammered in agreement: "Yes sir, I'm a pig, I'm a wet cunt, your Arab whore, I deserve to be abused by men."

Satisfied, Costas got up and stepped behind Manhor, staring into the throbbing open hole where the barbell had just been stuck and letting fall a fat lump of hot ash from the cigar into the hole. A spasm of pain ripped the Arab's body out of his bonds and he tugged at his handcuffs, but they wouldn't budge.

Costas slapped the Arab a few times on the bare ass before reaching into his gym bag and pulling out a pair of red Everlast boxing gloves. He put them on and then punched the two reddened ass cheeks of the Arab with short, well-aimed punches until they shimmered almost as red as his gloves.

“Time for your boxing training!” Costas breathed exhaustedly and gave the two Latinos a sign. Rod and Pablo sat on the ground in front of Manhor and took off their shoes and stockings. Glistening with sweat, their feet approached the Arab's lips, who could hardly believe it as he took two feet in his mouth at the same time, while his balls were slapped with the palm of a hand and a fist in a boxing glove was pressed into his ass.

"You fucking fagot can't get enough!" Costas huffed over the cigar butt in his mouth as he drove his fist deeper and deeper into the Arab's ass. He saw the edge of the boxing glove disappear between the pink edges of the arab hole and be pulled into the darkness. Wet and sticky, his forearm hair nestled against the pubic hair around the Arab's hole, which seemed to continue to pull on his arm. A few seconds later, the trainer's muscular forearm was halfway down the spoke in Manhor.

But Manhor didn't feel anything of the forearm. He only felt the leather of the glove and its seams pressing tightly against the walls of his anal passage and rubbing against it, the pace accelerating until the boxing fist was pounding into him like in a brawl or prize fight.

Costas squeezed out the cigar butt on the smeared 10kg dumbbell next to him and, without slowing down the pace of his right hand, stuffed the stinking cigar butt into Manhor's left nostril with his left boxing glove. The arab now only was able to gasp for air through half of his nose his mouth being clogged by the two olive-colored Latino feet. The smell of burnt tobacco, sweaty feet and the remains of the fart in his lungs was an intense mixture and Manhor took another deep breath through his free nostril.

"So cunt, now you sick thing get another real Greek fisting!" Costas threatened, slapping Manhor on the cheek with his free hand. "I'll punch your insides until they're red hot. I will destroy your worthless six pack from the inside! And I'm sure you'll enjoy it too! Because you are just a slave thanking your master for all the humiliation and pain!" He picked up speed and strength and dug his arm even deeper into Manhor's body, so that the compression of the boxing glove was actually visible from the inside of the Arab's abdominal wall.

Costa's fist pounded the Arab's ass and he yelled at him as he did so. "You cunt, you worthless piece of shit - that's what you are now, our damn toy whenever we want - do you understand that? Tell me what you are?"

With the feet of the two Latinos in his mouth, Manhor couldn't answer directly. The Greek's left fist slammed into the side of his face so that both feet slipped out of his lips and he could answer whatever he wanted to hear and whatever the Arab was actually feeling at the moment.

"I'm your cunt sir, a worthless shit cunt for you and your men, a whore made to work for you, sell my ass for you, bend my muscular body to your will. I'm a moron homo, a fag."

Costas pushed the boxing glove even deeper into the Arab's body and twisted his forearm a little. "Yes, use me sir, fuck me with your arm, rape my hole, I need you all inside me, punish me for what I am, a useless cunt. Please hurt me, humiliate me!" Manhor sobbed, who found himself in a strange and confused world. Although he felt like the lowest living thing at that moment, he was happy and content. There was nothing to fight for, nothing to beg for, everything he needed was in front of him or within him. And that's exactly what Costas intended, to break him, to destroy him completely. Manhor looked up to see that Zack had filmed his confession on his cell phone. But even that didn't bother him much at this moment.

As the Arab felt the rigid thumb of the boxing glove rubbing his stomach from the inside, he almost collapsed and shot his cum like a savage in all directions on the floor and feet of the surrounding men in an intense orgasm under the training pad. Costas pulled the boxing glove, covered with mucus, out of the Arab's hole and instructed the two Latinos to uncuff the slave.

"You made a bloody mess there, cunt!" he yelled at the slumped him on the ground. “Look at our shoes and feet, and the boxing glove do you think I can give personal training with that? Lick the mess off and don't forget your mess on the floor. We don't pay the cleaners to clean up after cunts like you!"

He grabbed Manhor by the hair at the back of his head and pressed his face to his shoes. Immediately, the Arab started licking his cum from them.

"Yeah eat your cum then you can lick your cunt juice off my glove you worthless fag!" Costas growled and kicked him once in his licking face with the sports shoe, so that Manhor fell over backwards.

But Manhor got back to his feet in a flash, started on all fours to lick the cum off the dusty floor and also cleaned the feet of Rod, Pablo and Zack, on which some of his fat squirts had landed. When he was done with that, he sat cross-legged, grabbed the boxing glove like a fat kebab and began to tongue his own special cocktail of ass juice, foreign sperm and spit from it. He devoted himself intensively to the seams on the side so that the small indentations were completely clean.

The four men stood around him, sharing another cigar. The sight of the Arab attacking the red glove like a cannibal over a still beating heart excited them so much that as soon as the glove was clean, the four of them almost simultaneously jerked onto the red leather in Manhor's hands and covered it again with their fresh sperm. Manhor stuck out his tongue again and continued to lick diligently.

"Don't forget the condoms in the corner!" Rod shouted at him and took a long drag on the cigar. Manhor turned his head to see four discarded condoms lying there, apparently brimming with semen. He wasn't aware of which of his rapists had used them, so it didn't matter in the end. He picked them up and was about to throw them in the bin when Pablo grabbed his wrist.

"You don't want to waste the good stuff!" he reprimanded him and took the condoms from him. Then he grabbed one of Manhor's trainers and emptied the condoms inside like bags of ketchup on french fries. Then he took the cigar in his mouth for a deep drag, so that a broad lump of ash flared up at the tip. He carefully lowered the stub into the shoe and tapped the ash to the semen. He gagged and added a yellowish, tobacco-stained lump of spit. He stirred the mixture with the butt of the cigar and then held the shoe in front of Manhor's face.

"Eat, slave!" he grinned. “This is your protein snack! And if you don't hurry, we'll add our piss in there!"

And like the pig the former macho Arab had become, he lowered his face into the opening of his shoe and ate out the viscous, stinking mass of a mixture of semen, ash and spit.

"I think that's enough for today!" noted Costas. “Let's give the cunt a bit more of a lesson! Pull-ups would certainly do him good after a hearty meal.”

Costas pulled a thick steel chain used to increase body weight during dips and pull-ups from his bag and shoved the Arab roughly onto the bench behind him. Before he could even say anything, the Greek began stuffing one chain link after the other into Manhor's hole.

"That's 10 kg extra weight for you!" he explained while sinking almost half of the 20 chain links in the Arab's ass. “How easy the broad steel slides into you, bitch! And I expect you to keep the complete chain in your hole no matter what you do and how you move. If you do pull-ups, or if you go running on the treadmill, even if you jump ropes, you have to keep the extra weight in there. So focus on your sphincter. If even one chain slips out before I allow you, you're going to eat shit. And I mean that literally!"

A few minutes later, Manhor was hanging naked from the pull-up bar and doing his reps, crossing his legs tightly to keep the 150cm chain in place. The weight was strangely low in his body, which is why the usual upswing through his legs was missing and he had to work all the more intensively with his back muscles. He added dips and push-ups to the trainer's direction, where the problem wasn't the pecs and triceps, it was the straight posture as his pelvis was pulling him relentlessly to the ground.

Many customers took photos and filmed the naked Arab and laughed at his bloated stomach from which the rattling of the chain could be heard with every movement. When Costas finally unchained him by pushing his fist inside the arabs ass and pulling out the cold metal and sent him to the locker room, the Arab's face was flushed with embarrassment. Somehow a thought crossed the arabs mind if he had missed a chance though, maybe he should have slipped some of the chain out of his ass to get his reward, the promised shit of Costas, his greek master.

Manhor smelled of sweat, cum and shit, and yet he briefly considered whether he wanted to take a shower or just go back to his real master so he could smell the sexual activity on him. In fact, he took the risk and came back smelly and messy.

"You worthless piece of shit!" his Master yelled at him as he stood sweaty and smelly in the doorway. “You dare to come back to your master unwashed after your cheap sex in the studio? You cheap whore! Cum Slut! Why do you think you can give away your body without asking my permission, earning money for someone else, while I could make money with it? Do you think I would give you to Costas for free? Are you looking for a new master? I can guarantee you this won't happen anytime soon, not before I've distressed you inside and out! I think you need some motivation to remind yourself of the consequences of your actions."

Akshay pushed the Arab onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Standing behind him, he pressed his hands on the slave's shoulders and focused his gaze on the screen so that he couldn't turn his head away.

"Look at this, nice pics of your brother Can, that's what we're going to do with him if you allow yourself one more misstep! Do you like the snaps?"

A slide show was running on the television, in which pictures by a comic artist were placed one after another. Can's face, which Akshay must have captured from different perspectives and in different situations, was copied into the images as a near-perfect photomontage. He must have surveilled him, as there where so many Positions and expressions fitting to the sexual arousement of the pics.

“The artist's name is Gengoroh Tagame. Do you want us to do that with your little brother?" Akshay whispered in Manhor's ear and giggled while he heard the moaning of the Arab, who looked at the pictures in shock and still couldn't control his cock, which pressed hard and wet against the fabric in the thin sports pants.

Manhor had never seen such perversions before. Of course, he had already come across clips with bondage on the Internet, which had also made him horny. The little sluts, who were tied with their big tits in leather and were fucked by mostly strong black men, that was a real teaser for Manhor. But what he saw here from the comic artist was inhuman and yet deeply arousing. Although it was just some Manga-drawings with the face of his brother copied to the dark hairy muscular bodies they seemed intensly realistic to him.

After a picture from "Bitch of the Jungle", in which his brother was fucked like an animal by a fat bald guy and his own sperm squirted all over his face covering his torso, another one from this story followed, on which the bald guy was standing behind the young Arab, Can's head resting in his naked lap, spreading his legs so that his hairy asshole was gaping wide open. In the speech bubbles Can babbled “I am no longer the womanizer... I am a cock-crazed whore! Semen in my mouth and pussy. Please pump me full of cum!

This was followed by numerous images from "South Island Prison Camp" of Can licking a soldier's boots, sucking a stranger's cum-soaked fingers, his entire body covered in cum and riding a fat cock with two more dripping cocks squeezing between his lips, Can's face plunged deep into a man's hairy armpit, which he licks with passion. Moving on to “The Trophy” Manhor had to see his brother drinking piss from a hard cock, in the next image his face being covered in fresh piles of poop from a muscular ass and hanging in chains being fisted by a bodybuilder while another man holds a lit cigar to his left boob.

"Please stop Master!" Manhor pleaded while shooting a fat load of cum down his pants. “Spare my brother! I'll do anything you want, I'll obey you! I'm your cum whore, your toilet, your trash can... everything for you!"

The brutal photomontages switched from black and white to color. Now there were pictures of Nobi Nobita. In the first picture, Manhor himself in an overly muscular body lay next to his brother, equally muscular and tanned, on a white tiled floor and yellow jets of urine shot at their bodies from multiple directions. The next picture showed Manhor being brutally fucked by a black man, staking his brother's virgin hole with his cock. This was followed by a series with Can being fucked by Manhor and Akshay at the same time while Gianni stuffed Manhor's ass until everyone was bathing in cum.

"I don't quite believe you yet, bitch!" hisses Akshay. “Your cock tells me that you would like to see your brother suffer! Do you want to break his virgin hole yourself? Do you want him to be the slut you are? Is that so?"

"No please, not Can!" Manhor cried and collapsed on the sofa, crying. Akshay turned off the TV contentedly. He had broken his property again.