Arab stallion to pussy slave

"Tomorrow my grandfather is coming to visit us!" announced Akshay when Manhor sat with him at the dinner table the next evening. "Grandmother passed away three years ago and I want to offer him a little fun if you understand what I meen!"

With his mouth full of chicken curry, Manhor just looked up in irritation. At that moment he had no idea what Akshay meant by having fun. What should he do with a man who was certainly over 70. Should he go to museums with him or to the park? Since he didn't have a clue, he just nodded in agreement and stuffed another fork of the Indian food into himself chewing loudly. By the time he had finished the dishes his mind was already fixed on something else. Akshay stood naked in the doorway, wagging his thick brown tail suggestively. As he had learned, Manhor dropped the kitchen towel, got on all fours and followed his Master into the bedroom, where he hungrily sat down on the bed and stuffed the Indian penis in his mouth, sucking it like his life depended on it.

Akshay left the apartment early in the morning to pick up his grandfather from the airport. Manhor meanwhile obediently did the housework. He made the beds, cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, put on fresh coffee and filled the washing machine with the dirty laundry that was flying around, but not before taking a deep breath from his Master's straggly underpants.

As soon as he was finished, the apartment door opened and Akshay stumbled in with two thick suitcases. A small, thin man followed him on shaky legs. Manhor could hardly believe that the two men were related. This old man was so repulsively ugly that he looked like a divergence from his grandson. The sparse long hair on his head was combed over the bald head and pomade stuck it close to the skin, which was wrinkled and scaly even on the bald head itself. Large brown age spots and freckles covered the old man's face, the lower half of his face covered in white and gray stubble of varying lengths. His beard looked as if it had been trimmed by a rat. Dark, almost purple circles lined his eyes, and his neck resembled that of a turkey, with soft wiggly skin lips. The man in the gray suit was a maximum of 155 cm tall and, if Manhor was able to judge this correctly from the oversized clothing, weighed a maximum of 60 kg. The long, skinny fingers alone looked like the bones of a reaper, and the Indian's formerly dark complexion couldn't change that.

"Grandpa, this is the man I was telling you about, an ever-serving slave to lust, you might say!" introduced Akshay to his house slave. “Manhor, this is my grandpa Manindra, but you can certainly call him “Man” for the sake of simplicity! When the coffee is ready, grandpa will definitely want a cup after the long journey."

They sat down on the sofa in the living room, with Manhor sitting in the middle between the other two. The old man's wrinkled body, smelling of overnight sleep and sweat, pressed against the bare skin of his upper arms and the Arab wished he'd put on a long-sleeved sweatshirt, or even better a jacket. It shook him every time Manindra "Man" raised his cup to his sunken lips, his arm accidentally brushing against Manhor's muscles.

Grandfather and grandson talked in Hindi or Bengali or whatever for quite a while at first, laughing a lot, Grandfather's laugh being more of a senile chuckle. At some point in one of his unnatural fits of laughter, the old man laid his right hand on Manhor's thigh, where it first lingered for a few moments, but then moved upwards minute by minute until the bone-like fingertips with their yellowish long nails touched his scrotum. Manhor flinched, but Akshay put his hand on his shoulder, making it clear he had no choice. With slow circular movements, the claws dug under the Arab's balls and tickled the tender skin between the asshole and the testicles.

After a while, Akshay got up and put his cup down. He watched the spectacle with amusement, the ratty grandfather absentmindedly playing with the obviously disgusted Arab's balls.

"Grandfather is pretty sweaty and dirty from the trip!" he explained. “He was on the road for two full days, first by bus for many hours through India and then the long flight over here! He desperately needs an ablution! So go ahead, slave, take care of my grandpa!"

Manhor sat there at first, not understanding what his master expected of him.

"First take off his shoes! You know how I teached you!" Akshay ordered him and Manhor slid to his knees in front of the sofa. The Arab carefully unlaced his grandfather's shoes with his teeth and smelled a foul, acrid, salty stench as he pulled them off his feet.

“Now smell his socks! Take grandpa's scent!” his master instructed him further. Following his Master's instructions, Manhor continued to sniff the old man's damp socks, obediently but disgustedly rubbing them in the middle of his face. They were very smelly. Manhor had grown accustomed to the smell of sweaty socks, even grown fond of it, but the stench of those worn rags smelt stronger than anything he had ever put under his nose. Even the poppers had been harmless compared to that stench.

"Oh god, those socks smell so incredibly awful!" he grunted, receiving a juicy smack on the back of the head from his master for the remark.

"You dare complain, slave, to insult my grandfather as a guest in this house?" and Akshay struck again. “You should show your gratitude a little more! Come on, take his socks off!"

Manhor knew at once that the old man's socks were expected to be removed with his teeth. He took the big toe end of the sock in his mouth, and began to suck the sweat from it. Then he grabbed the first sock with his teeth and slowly pulled it off. He repeated the procedure on the other foot and heard a contented moan from the grandfather, so he was sure that his Master was satisfied as well.

As he knelt on the floor in front of the sofa and stared at the old man's bare feet, he realized that this was probably the most scruffy part of him. The closer he reluctantly put his tongue to these feet, the more intense was the stencg and the more he was able to inspect the toes and soles.

These feet in front of him were far away from pretty. These were the feet of a hard-working, industrious man. The skin on the soles of the feet was rough, with corns, calluses, and peeling skin. The nails were thick and bony and in dire need of trimming. Under each toenail was a thick layer of black dirt, surely a mixture of dirt, lint and sweat and he hoped nothing more disgusting. But Manhor didn't care that Grandfather's feet were so disgusting. He knew that he had to submit to his master's will and do his duty without argument.

"Give my grandfather a pedicure, slave, you know how it's done?"

Manhor thought for a moment. "Master, the foot is soaked, then the toenails are trimmed and filed. Corns and calluses are removed, leaving the foot and skin nice and smooth."

"Would you like to give my grandfather a pedicure?"

"Oh yes, Master! I would be happy to take care of his feet and make them beautiful."

"Then you can give him a gay pedicure. You have all the tools you need in your mouth. Hahaha!" Akshay laughed, amused at the horrified twitch on the Arab's face.

"You mean do that with my teeth and tongue, sir? Have you seen those bony toenails? I'll never chew them!"

"Well, you proposed yourself, you have to soak them well, so lick them! And I don't want to see anything fall on the ground, what you remove from his feet is yours and you swallow it, understood, slave?"

Manhor shuddered at the thought of touching the dirty feet with his mouth. It was more disgusting and degrading than anything he had done before. How humiliating it would be to chew off the dead skin. And yet he was also excited and saliva pooled in his mouth, wanting to be demoted. He somehow wanted his Master to turn him into a worthless piece of dirt and be proud of it!

Without thinking further, the Arab began to lick the grandfather's right foot, coating it thickly with his saliva to soften the skin and toenails. After about ten minutes he began to nibble and choke off the dead skin of the calluses and blisters until the soles of his feet were shimmering pink and smooth in front of him. Next he turned his attention to the nails, sucking on the toes, slipping his wet tongue under the toenails into the dirt, softening it and then scraping it out with the teeth of his lower jaw. Some of the nails on the old man's feet were like bones, possibly broken long ago and crooked together. He had difficulty chewing these off despite his soaking, and after a while his own jaw ached from the effort. Bit by bit he bit off the clawlike yellow nails and swallowed them. Several times the sections stuck to the edge of his esophagus and he threw up a fit of coughing, but he continued tirelessly. Eventually, however, he had trimmed all of the first foot's nails to a satisfactory length.

He lifted the pedicured foot slightly so that Grandpa could see it and the old man smiled contentedly. But the joy didn't last long, because the old man shook his other foot, lifted it and placed it on the Arab's face. With some force he pushed Manhor down on his back so that he was looking up and half his face was covered by the dirty foot. Manhor spent more than an hour slowly scraping away the calluses and scales from the other foot with his teeth. This time, Manhor enjoyed sucking out the dirt from under the nails, as it was more flavorful than the dry skin flakes. Akshay watched the spectacle in amusement, listening to the sound of licking, slurping, chewing and swallowing until every bit of dead skin and toenail was gone in the Arab's stomach.

"You seem to have enjoyed it!" Akshay remarked, "Only the best for my little Arabian sow!"

Now Akshay lifted the Arab's upper body and hoisted him onto the sofa. He tilted him sideways so that the back of the slave's head rested on his grandfather's lap. Manhor looked up in surprise, where the old man's senile grinning face shook back and forth on the thin neck and his scrawny fingers with nicotine-yellow clawed fingernails approached his mouth, parted his lips with the tips and then dug long and deep into his mouth. With his mouth half open, the old man stared down at the Arab, whose mouth was filled with four of his fingers. A thread of saliva, Manhor wasn't sure whether intentional or accidental, escaped from the grandfather's mouth, fell onto the Arab's upper lip and slowly ran between the lip and fingers into his mouth.

The fingers themselves were hard and bony at first, but similar to his success on the feet, the calluses and fingernails slowly softened, and while these became softer by the minute in his mouth. Manhor felt the old man's penis on the back of his head twitching and hardening with each sucking and licking of his mouth, while the old man was fingering it.

"I'm having a great time, grandson!" the old man said in broken English, drooling into Manhor's mouth again.

Akshay laughed and encouraged Manhor. "Don't forget the cuticles, grandpa should have nice fingernails!"

The Arab's teeth scraped at the base of the fingernails, peeling away the old man's dry cuticles, which slid crumbling and tickling down Manhor's esophagus. After almost 40 minutes he had cleaned all of the old man's fingers of calluses and dead skin and shortened the nails down to the fingertips. As he chewed the remains in his mouth, the old man's voice rang out above him.

"You have a nice face, grandson!" he croaked, "Nice lips for fucking, too!"

"Feel free to use him for your pleasure!" Akshay allowed him, "Fuck his face or ass if you want!"

"You must know, slave," he turned to Manhor, "grandmother died more than three years ago, since then grandpa has probably only used his cock to pee. He probably didn't wash it either. This will be a feast for you! He must have brought a delicious cheese filling! So turn around and spoil him!"

Manhor turned and slid his tongue down the old man's wrinkled pale chest into his lap. He squatted on all fours on the sofa above the old man and the closer he got to the old man's cock, the stronger an acrid smell hit his nostrils, so he tried to pull his head away. But the old man grabbed his head and pushed it down between his legs onto the gray trousers. Manhor felt the hardness of the penis and could not resist despite the stench. He began to lick the bulge through the pants with long wet strokes of his tongue and soaked the fabric with his saliva, turning it dark.

Somehow he suddenly became horny to please this old man. This old man, who probably hadn't hosed down for so long, would now be satisfied by him, he would do something good. As he felt the erection press against his soft lips, he instinctly grabbed the belt of the worn out trousers, unbuckled them, and used his teeth to pull the zipper down. Against the fabric of a faded boxer shorts, grandpa's stiff cock pushed out of his pants and without waiting, the Arab reached into his underpants and pulled out his hard cock. The cock wasn't particularly big or fat, but it still slapped the Arab's face like a whip as it was released from the tension of the old man's underwear.

Between tons of unkempt long pubic hair, Manhor saw a cock with a glistening foreskin creamy with the first semen running down the wrinkled shaft. Although the cock was probably already completely stiff, almost two centimeters of saggy foreskin hung over the glans. Unable to resist the urge of what lay beneath, Manhor slowly pulled back the foreskin. A strong scent, musky and exciting, filled his nostrils, and he was surprised by such a massive accumulation of smegma, which nested in various shades of yellow and white on and under the glans and in the folds of the inner foreskin.

Apparently the Old man noticed Manhor's hesitation and without warning grabbed the back of his head, which he pushed down with force so that his filthy cock slid into the Arab's astonished mouth. For Manhor, despite the strong musk and forced entry to his mouth the moment was incredible. That taste of salty piss, pungent with a strong aftertaste of dried cum, yet sweetly seductive, was out of this world. His lips and tongue suddenly took on a life of their own and began to pry the dirty cheese from its crevices, enjoying it and loving the taste. The Arab's sucking motions became wilder and more animalistic until he was sucking and licking the old man's cock and sweaty balls like crazy, moaning like a fucked pig.

The old man seemed to enjoy the Arab's mouth and commanded him in his broken English: "Yes, slave, suck my dick, lick my dick-cheese and piss. It is old cheese and piss, very ripe for you! Good cheese for worthless man like you!"

Manhor drowned in the smell of cheese, semen and old urine and he also smelled the old man's sweat spreading on and around the sofa. He took the cock in both hands, pulled the foreskin wide with his fingers and with the tip of his tongue searched for more remnants of cheese that had previously escaped him.

"You like what I feed you?" the old man asked him.

And although he was inwardly disgusted by the old man, he couldn't help but answer: "I love your cheese, master! I want to drown in your cheese, cum and piss!"

The grandfather looked questioningly at his grandson, who translated the words to him in Indian, then he laughed and pressed Manhor's head even deeper on his cock. Manhor felt at the roof of his mouth how the glans swelled even further and the foreskin was thereby pulled back. Then the cock exploded in his mouth and shot one geysir of cum after another into his throat. The enormous amount of cum that shot out of the old man's dick into his throat to fill his stomach Manhor would only have credited to a teenager. Before he could remove his mouth from the softening cock, he felt it emptying into him again, this time with a thick stream of piss. Manhor didn't think twice and pressed his lips tighter around the limp shaft so that not one drop would spill on the sofa. He knew that his real master would punish him if he made a mess. Grandpa's hot juice gushed into the Arab's mouth as if he hadn't pissed in days, and Manhor gratefully and thirstily drank what was offered to him straight from the source.

"I want you to jack off with your mouth full of my piss!" ordered the old man and watched as Manhor sat up with his mouth full, sat back on the sofa next to him and pulled his cock out of his pants. While he rubbed his already hard cock in his muscular hands, the grandpa took a knife from the table and lightly cut the collar of the Arab's shirt with it. Then he guided the blade under the cloth and pressed the blunt side of the knife against the Arab's powerful pectoral muscles. He let out a startled breath, causing a few drops of piss to spurt out of his mouth, but continued working on his cock, his lips tightly pressed together again. The knife slid down his torso, slicing through the fabric of the shirt to the navel. After the old man had laid the knife aside, he began to pull the fabric away from the side, exposing Manhor's torso and hairy breasts. Akshay's grandpa reached into Manhor's face with his left hand and pressed three of his fingers into his gurgling mouth. Like a fresh spring, the urine flowed from the Arab's mouth down his neck onto his massive chest. And while the old man massaged the piss into Manhor's chest hair with his hands in circular motions, the Arab squirted his sperm wildly over his upper body into the glistening, urine-soaked hair, thick white welts of his Arab sperm that shot up to his larynx, where the old man also distributed it tenderly with his fingers and palms over the muscles of the slave.

"I don't believe it! I must be out of my mind!" Manhor thought to himself, "The old sack pisses in my mouth and I gargle with his piss. He smears his juice on my male chest and I come buckets! This is so humiliating!”

But it wasn't over yet! The old man lifted his hands from Manhor's chest, where sticky white threads formed between the palms and the Arab's skin, turned his palms, smeared with the two mixed secretions, up and held them in front of Manhor's nose with a requesting "lick". Without thinking further about his predicament, Manhor stuck out his tongue and bowed his head forward like a bird pecking grain from the palm of his hand. With the tip of his tongue he licked the first drops from Grandpa's wrinkled skin. However, he apparently had no patience and pressed his hands firmly into the Arab's face so that he wiped the sticky mass under his eyes, on his cheeks and into his beard. He took a slightly thicker drop on the fingertip of his right hand and pushed it into Manhor's left nostril, rubbed the mass on the inside and repeated this with the other nostril. This time he stuffed so much piss and semen into the nostril that Manhor's ability to breath air was cut off by the slime on this side. He sneezed and some of the mixture spread like snot on his beard and upper lip.

"You can smell Grandpa now, his piss and your come in your nose on your handsome face!" he giggled. "Grandpa now want to fuck arab ass!"

And no sooner had the words entered Manhor's foggy and confused mind than he was pulled off the sofa and laid on his back on the floor. The old man lifted the Arab's legs and yanked at the waistband of his pants, which slid down Manhor's buttocks with littla resistance. Without taking his pants off completely, the old man pressed his hard cock against Manhor's hole, where it slipped in with ease. After missing a few thrusts in that position, the old man pulled his cock out.

"Turn around!" he commanded, pushing his wrinkled lance back into the Arab's open hole as he positioned himself on his forearms and knees with his ass stretched out towards the ceiling. In this doggy-style position the old man rubbed around in the hole for just under a minute while he was telling his grandson something in their native language, and lost interest in it.

"Grandfather isn't satisfied!" Akshay explained, "He says your hole is slacker than a whore's pussy working at the docks in Mumbai. He doesn't feel a thing, is your manhole already sucked out that much! Even his wife's pussy was tighter after 50+ years of marriage! And he had a lot of fun with it, even in old age! But I have something he will enjoy!”

Akshay produced a mask made of black latex with red straps and slipped it over the Arab's head. Now only his eyes were free and a flesh-colored vagina slipped over his mouth between the red border straps, from which his pink lips just peeked out in the depths. His face was so reduced to a single hole

"Grandpa want pussy now!" the old man shrieked and pulled Manhor's masked head towards his greasy cock. The glans slipped through the latex of the mask between the Arab's lips and he tasted his own ass juice on it. Then the old man pushed his cock further into the artificial vagina and began a wild, merciless fuck, during which Manhor was choking at times because his nose was hidden under the latex. Every time he felt like fainting, the old man pulled his cock back just far enough for the Arab to take a deep breath around his manhood.

"Such a whore!" cried the old man. "Taking grandpa's cock so deep! Arab manwhore sucker, that is he!"

He pounded Manhor harder, fucking the Arab's mouth as if he wanted to take over the world inside. He bawled out a few words that Akshay was only too happy to translate for his slave.

“You are an obedient, obscene and mindless fuck hole, just a wide open toy for my grandpa, you are his slutty whore. All your muscles, your manly hard skin, your square face reduced to a single wet slimy hole!”

Grandpa slammed Manhor's face harder and Akshay continued, "You've become a perfect slave, tiredless, insatiable, totally controlled. You have trained your body perfectly for years, for my lust, just to be of service to me and my loved ones. You're beautiful, but nobody really cares. Ultimately you are a sucking hole. Are you getting hard again I can see it!! I'm only talking to you. It's just words. Words alone make your cock hard, or is it Grandpa's wrinkled little cock in your mouth? I can't order you to get hard. You do this all by yourself. It's all in your head now and in your strong but willless body. Just words in your head, whore. That's it. Words that make you hard. Words that keep you on the brink of orgasm for hours and days. Words that make you ask for deliverance. But there is no freedom, do you realize that? No clearance until I tell you. And you know that the more you have already submitted to me, the more you obey me, the greater the joy you will get from it, the feeling of submission and obedience - these are such beautiful words, aren't they? Submission. Compliance, lack of will, devotion. you love those words You love to submit to me, you and your trained body. Nothing gives you more pleasure than bending yourself to my will, surrendering to my lust and serving me fully. Nothing gives you more pleasure than being mine, being my pleasure slave.

I love it when every muscle in your body flexes, lolls in utter bliss no matter what I do to you. I love the control I have over you just like you love and need it. It makes you addicted. Every time I give you an orgasm you want it better, harder, deeper, more degrading, dirtier. I'll turn you into a mindless, willing sex doll. And I enjoy it so much when you come to your senses and try to resist me when I have to force you to obey again, guide your body and mind into submission, and it's so easy. Like a treat for a dog, all I have to do is offer you a little pleasure and your brain will be back in sex mode and you'll obey me. I don't need drugs, no bondage, just words. I knew it at once when we were in the parking lot sharing a joint, like an inspiration. To be able to control you as if I had a remote control to regulate your resistance when my mood prompts me to do so.”

Again the tip of Grandpa's cock pressed into Manhor's mouth. For a brief moment he could wrap his tongue around it and play with the slit at the tip of the glans, but the hard cock went in further and deeper, choking him again. Despite the shortness of breath, his master's words had taken away any inhibitions and he effortlessly swallowed the old man's cock so deeply into his throat as if he wanted to keep it there with him forever. The sensation of that cock was suddenly so maximized that the Arab could feel the edges of the glans against his throat with every in and out.

Suddenly, the old man gripped the back of the slave's latex head tighter and began fucking the skull with ruthless abandon. The old man's deep grunts and moans, the slapping of his balls against Manhor's chin and the rubbing of that slippery cock in his throat as the cock buried itself in his head again and again melted his brain. All Manhor wanted in the world at that moment was for this man, the grandfather, to have as much pleasure as possible.

Then the old man stopped moving and left his cock buried deep inside Manhor's throat while he pressed his bony hand to the Arab's neck, squeezing and massaging it sideways. The Arab thought breathlessly that the old man wanted to strangle him. His airway was blocked by his cock and the latex mask over his nose, and now his grandpa was squeezing his throat too.

He rubbed and stroked the stuffed throat until Manhor almost blacked out and he realized the cock was beginning to throb inside him and he felt its magic inside. The old man stimulated his cock while buried in Manhor's throat. Grandpa wanted to jerk off down the Arab's throat through the skin of his throat. Despite the shortness of breath, the Arab's mind went wild with excitement. The old man increased the intensity of his rubbing movements. His breathing became labored, his voice tighter, and for a brief moment Manhor feared he would have a heart attack with his cock in his mouth and they would die together. He then felt the cock harden even more, spasms shooting through his rod like electric flashes, his pee slit widening and the cockhead blazing red hot in Manhor and growing as he felt the warm cum shoot up the shaft and down his throat.

The old man's cock was still deep in Manhor's throat, they were one. However, as the shaft went limp and shrank and Manhor had swallowed a final load of fresh grandpa cum, he was able to suck in some air sideways. He thought the old man was about to pull his cock out and was horrified when it swelled up again in his mouth and pressed against the roof of his mouth.

The old man still didn't have enough. Manhor briefly wondered if this cock didn't belong to the old man but to a Greek god of fertility. Grandpa kept pumping the Arab's mouth with no sign of fatigue and it grew harder and harder tighter in his mouth than before. The old man's balls retreated against his body and the sounds coming out of his mouth were animalistic in a way. Manhor sensed that the old man was approaching another orgasm. At this point, incomprehensible sounds also emerged from his mouth, which was stuffed deep down.

The old man pumped the Arab like he was possessed. Manhor felt a new level of sexual intensity here and he was completely under his control. His grunts got louder again. Manindra screamed his orgasm in English.

"Take my cum, boy, here it comes, arab fag! Bury my slime deep inside you! slut!"

When he came in Manhor for the third time, the Arab sucked on him as if to milk him. Grandpa smiled and picked up the pace when he felt the Arab about to faint again. But Manhor was very conscious despite being out of breath, in his out of body state. Grandpa had made him his plaything, a quivering lump of flesh from all the intense sexual overload. Manhor realized with amazement that his state of reality had been altered forever. How was it possible that nothing about the old man disgusted him anymore? It was as if a switch inside him had been flipped. The Arab was suddenly filled with an overwhelming and insatiable need to submit to the old man and serve him unconditionally.

Finally the grandpa pulled his cock out of Manhor's mouth and the mask was removed. It was time to get some sleep, Akshay explained. Manhor was instructed to sleep like a little dog in the old man's bed at the foot of the bed. And when he obediently sat down and the old man came out of the bathroom, the Arab actually smiled at him with satisfaction. Manindra grabbed the slave's upturned face and wordlessly told him to open his mouth. Expecting another strike with his cock, Manhor opened his mouth, but the old man reached into his own mouth with his other hand and pulled out his teeth, which he shoved into the Arab's open mouth with thick threads of drooling saliva for overnight storage.

"Keep it warm and safe there until it is morning! There might be something left from dinner in the teeth, clean it up good!” he ordered and lay down while the foreign saliva in Manhor's mouth mixed with the remains of curry rice, various herbs and chewed meat fibers from the third teeth and slipped down his throat. The Arab tried to sleep, but the strange feeling of the teeth in his mouth, the old man's rattling snoring and the growing smell of sweat in the room, which was making him more and more excited, didn't let him sleep. And so he lay awake all night as a tooth cup at the feet of his temporary master, listening to his noises, taking in his smell of sweat, occasional farts and slightly dripping incontinence and occasionally licking his feet briefly as soon as they peeped out from under the covers .

Early in the morning, Manhor's thoughts were clear again. He must have dozed off for a few hours and woke up to the old man's croaking snoring, who seemed to be struggling for air. Disgusted, the Arab first fished the two pieces of teeth out of his mouth and laid them on the sheet next to him. Naked as he was and smelling of piss, semen and sweat, he lay at the feet of an eighty-year-old, had licked his feet at night so that the taste was still on the tip of his tongue and a violent belching also carried the smell of the senior's semen back into his mouth . He wanted to get away from here, couldn't believe that he had spent the night here without resistance, was ashamed and began to carefully wriggle out of bed. But he hadn't reckoned with his master, who was already monitoring the room via video.

"Well well, you're not going to want to run away!" came the voice over the speaker. "Grandpa needs a wash and his bladder must be full by now after a long night of sleep!"

As Manhor obediently leaned forward in his duty to take the old man's cock still hidden under the covers in his mouth the old man stirred and woke up. With a sudden jerk, his hand came out and slapped the Arab's forehead. He shoved him back down and gave a small grunt as a loud long and wet fart escaped his ass from under the covers. Grandpa turned around without lifting the covers and bent forward on all fours.

He mumbled sleepily: "Crawl under the blanket, slut and clean my shitty asshole!"

Manhor shoved his head under the covers between the old man's arms and caught the strong stench of the fart and the whole night's sweat. He bent down for the buttocks, which the old man was already pulling wide apart with his hands, inviting and demanding. The hairless cleft between the dark-skinned buttocks floated in front of the Arab's face. But as he couldn't see much under the covers Manhor pushed them aside. The old man's pink rosette twitched as he worked his sphincter in anticipation of the cleansing tongue. Slight brownish traces of one or more farts framed the trembling hole.

"Grandpa has marked on the sheets where you should put your hands!" came Akshay's voice over the loudspeaker, "See the yellow stain on the sheet!" Manhor looked down and saw the urine stain that the old man had left on the fresh sheet overnight . He obeyed, rested his hands in the middle and felt the slightly warm moisture around his palms ooze out of the mattress.

Manhor tentatively began licking the edges of the smooth, open cleft, tasting the salt of the man's sweat, and fiercely caressing the wrinkled flaps of skin as the asshole floated before him. The old man spread his legs a little wider so that his hole opened even more and a strong stinky smell escaped from it. Unable to resist any longer, Manhor's mouth went back to his anus. He licked around the wrinkled rosette, carefully thrust the tip of his tongue into the dark tunnel, pushed a little harder and felt his tongue disappear about an inch into the old man's hole.

"Suck my ass harder, pussy. Clean it really good, pig! Open up for your reward."

Manhor did as he said, forming an O in his mouth and applying more pressure. Soon he felt the sphincter begin to give way and he was able to stick his entire tongue up the old man's ass. The old man forced it even deeper into him as he pressed his entire body weight against the Arab's face, whose lips were now like a suction cup on the opening of his ass. Manhor reverently explored the velvety sheath along the way into the body and wished for a brief moment that his tongue was longer. The smooth hard flesh of the ass cheeks pressed against the sweaty cheeks of the Arab's face, who couldn't help feeling that his whole head was about to be sucked into the hole as well.

He could taste the hidden dark essence intensely now. The old man's occasional murmur indicated that he was succeeding in pampering him as his Master demanded.

"Stick your tongue deeper in my shithole. Oh yes, clean my shitter really good for me!" groaned the old man. His hands suddenly reached back and gripped Manhor's head.

"Get your shitty tongue out now," he said. "Just suck on my raunchy hole."

The old man's stomach rumbled and suddenly a hot stream spurted out of his asshole and into Manhor's astonished mouth. As shocked as the Arab was by the enormity of what he had done, he was at the same time aroused. Grandpa had openly farted into his mouth. In fact, at that moment, Manhor's cock released a few drops of semen that dripped onto the sheet in front of him.

The old man moved forward a little and turned to the Arab. He moved his pelvis towards Manhor's mouth and inserted the soft head between his lips. A little pressure and his cock was back in Manhor's mouth. Manhor expected the old man to fuck him one more time. But he kept quiet and then said, "Don't suck my dick, just wait."

Manhor obeyed, resting the limp cock on his tongue. Soon he heard a soft splashing from the old man's skinny, naked body. A thick gout of urine hit his mouth. He closed his lips tighter around the cock and the grandpa filled his mouth with his piss. As he let his hot morning pee flow, Manhor's mouth filled with the salty liquid.

"Gulp it down, whore, drink every drop!" he commanded.

With his fingers on Manhor's throat, he checked to see if the Arab swallowed, and continued to empty his bladder into him, pumping his piss down his gullet and into his stomach. The beam didn't seem to stop at all. Manhor was worried because of the big amount that the urine would rise back up and squirt out of his nose. But just as his stomach reached capacity, so did the old man's urine flow.

The old man held his cock in Manhor's mouth while they locked eyes. Manhor gazed into the lined, gray, age-spotted face of the man who loomed over him like a hunter who has subjugated his prey. Both were aware of this new connection. Now that Manhor's throat was filled with the old man's shit fart and the stench had settled like a fur on Manhor's tongue, remnants of his semen were still floating around in the Arab's stomach, his wrinkled old cock had conquered Manhor's throat so that his hot piss was now feeling at home in his belly. Soon all of that fluid would go on into Manhor's own bladder. The next time he would urinate, it would be the piss, the stench, the old man's cum pouring through his penis. Then the old man's essence will have flowed completely through Manhor's body, will have conquered him from the outside and inside.

Manindra shook off the last drops of his piss and pulled the cock out of the Arab's mouth to squirt the rest on his face and in his eyes.

"Time to clean grandfather properly!" came Akshay's voice, "Lick him from head to toe, slave! And use lots of spit, I want his skin to shine!”

The wrinkled little man first lay on his stomach as if he were being massaged, and Manhor began to lick the back of his neck and shoulder blades, where the skin slacked like a turkey's throat pouch, picking up the salty sweat of days or weeks.

Down his shoulders, his tongue slid over a few whitish-gray, curly, long hairs that grew thicker and longer toward the back. The old man raised his arms and put them under his head so that Manhor had better access to clean the stinking armpits with his tongue. While he was sucking the intense smell of sweat from the old man's scratchy armpit hair, some of the scruffy curls fell loose and slipped into his busy mouth. The Arab tried to remove the hairs from his mouth, but his saliva had already carried them deep down his throat, tickling his palate. So he continued sucking and licking the old man's pale body, sliding his tongue along the wrinkled flesh to the ass, whose skin was covered with reddish pimples, and burying it once more in the grandfather's stinking hole. Then, one by one, he devoted himself to the man's scrawny stilts, licked the baggy skin of his thighs and bony calves, looked at his glistening spit, which now enveloped the old man's body from behind, and already lowered his head to his feet, which he had already spoiled the night before.

"Now the front, lick him well and when he comes, swallow it or you'll start all over!" Akshay commanded over the speaker.

Grandpa turned around and Manhor began to lick the beads of sweat from the wrinkles on his forehead. His tongue slid further down the cheeks and upper lip down the wrinkled chin, then returned once more and jabbed the tip of his toungue briefly into the old man's nostrils in order to eliminate boogers and snot there as well. In fact, a dry booger remnant came loose from the left nostril and slowly slid into Manhor's stomach, leaving a salty trail on his tongue. Overwhelmed by the taste, Manhor licked his way back over the old man's sunken cheeks to his earlobes. The Arab couldn't help but rub his hands gently over the old man's wrinkled chest as he began to nibble on his earlobe. After a while, he began sucking on the earlobes and pressing his lips to them in a deep kiss while his tongue licked into the old man's ear canal, teasing out yellow chunks of earwax. He licked and kissed his way back on the neck, curling his tongue around the Adam's apple and sucking on it before making his way down to the flabby pecs with their dark little sensitive nipples, which he sucked, licked and nibbled on as well.

As the Arab licked the old man's chest in this manner, he heard the moaning above him. A look down at himself confirmed that the old man was excited. His cock was stiff and therefore the only part of his body that was no longer wrinkled and the dickhead began to throb touching Manhor's chest.

Without hesitation, Manhor slid down the old man's body and wrapped his lips around the penis. A few short puffs were enough for the old man's sperm to shoot into his throat, hot and viscous and rich in protein. He swished it around in his mouth for a moment, but when the second load came he started to swallow, not wanting anything to drip out of his mouth so that his master would have to order him to clean the old body again.

A minute later the last drop of cum came out of the cock and it went soft. Manhor dutifully licked the glans completely clean and then continued his work on the front of the legs down to the feet. He started sucking on one of the big toes as if it were a mini cock, licking it and circling it with his tongue. Then he shoved it back into his mouth along with the other four toes and started pumping on it as if he were fucking his mouth with that foot himself. Having sucked off both feet in his drooling mouth, he kissed down the old man's calf into the inner part of his thighs and paused there.

"Didn't you forget something?" came Akshay's voice.

Manhor thought for a moment and then gently pushed Grandpa's thighs apart. He started licking the wrinkled skin between the old man's asshole and his balls, then slurped his wet tongue over the old man's sack. The pubic hair was over two inches long and growing wild, probably never had been trimmed. Still Manhor licked the eggs slowly until he again got to the base of the newly erect cock. He returned to the balls and began to suck them one by one into his mouth while keeping his gaze fixed on the hardening cock. He slid both of the balls into his mouth and sucked on them, feeling them contract and turn into walnuts in his active slut's mouth and knowing the point was near again. Like a vulture on his prey, he pounced on the old man's cock and sucked out his second breakfast, another thick sticky load of old cum that would end up in his stomach.

In the end Manhor had been licking and sucking the old man's body for almost 50 minutes and was now looking almost proudly at the man's shiny skin in front of him, which was wet from head to toe with his spit. Suddenly the room door opened and Akshay came in with a bowl.

"Grandpa's skin is very dry," he said, handing Manhor the silver aluminum bowl, "I would suggest you oil it up well!"

When Manhor tried to dip his hand into the oil in the bowl, his master slapped it away.

"Who said that you can use your hands for this?" he hissed, "I want you to spread the oil slow and nice with your mouth!"

The Arab carefully lowered his lips to the surface of the oil and stuck the tip of his tongue into it. The bitter taste of the body oil was disgusting. He wanted to spit, but felt his Master's threatening presence. So he pulled himself together and collected some of the oil in his mouth, let it trickle through his lips over the old man's chest and lowered his mouth onto the old man's body, where he spread and massaged the lotion in circular motions with his lips and tongue. Again and again he sucked oil from the bowl and devoted himself one after the other to the wrinkled stomach, the legs and feet, the arms and, when the old man had turned around again, also to the pimply ass and back.

In the end he had spread the oil on every inch of the body, only the bald head visible through the sparse long hair was still untreated.

"Now fix Grandpa's hair!" Akshay instructed him and grinned cheekily.

The Arab knew that he wasn't allowed to use his hands here either. He licked the old man's pomaded hair, which lay sticky and hard across his head to hide the baldness at least a little bit. When after a while he had removed the foul-tasting pomade from his hair and swallowed it, he tried to use saliva and the pressure of his lips to bring the hair back into shape. However, the gray streaks were quite unruly, so it took him quite a while before he was reasonably satisfied with his work. A few of the old man's hair had fallen out while the hairstyle was being created and was still hanging long and curly out of Manhor's mouth, but that no longer bothered him. He fished for it with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth in order to form the approximately 15 cm long hair into a ball and swallow it. The humiliation he had just experienced made him forget all inhibitions and disgust. He helped the grandfather into a fresh set of underpants and when the old man soaked them with piss in front of his eyes before he could turn around again, Aksahy took off the white panties and stuffed them completely into Manhor's mouth with two fingers.

"My grandpa only wears clean underwear, you piglet!" he scolded, as if Manhor had pissed over the pants himself, "so make them nice and white again! The piss is fresh, if you suck it well you'll definitely be able to get it out of the fabric!” Akshay laughed as he watched Manhor's jaw and cheeks begin to chew the wet fabric and squeeze the piss out of the underwear. "When you're done, you dry the pants. I want you to keep them nice and warm with your hot arab body until grandpa can wear them!”

After almost ten minutes of chewing and sucking, Manhor was allowed to get the panties out of his mouth and was amazed to find the fabric was actually white again. Then he pulled the old man's panties, which were much too small, over his muscular legs. He felt like the rubber bands were choking his blood, the pants were so tight, wet and sticky on his skin. Manhor had to lie on his back in bed and Grandpa snuggled comfortably against the hot Arab body, stroking the athlete's six-pack abs and biceps with his bony fingers and caressing the muscles with his wrinkled mouth.

"These are mine!" he mumbled and continued to kiss the body. Tears of shame ran from the corners of Manhor's eyes and yet he felt his cock harden in his tight pants. "If you come, you have to clean short again!"

And so the Arab forced himself to keep his erection in check while his body was stroked, tickled and licked by the oiled man until the pants were actually dry in more than an hour. The moment the fabric had been removed from his cooped-up cock , he fired his sperm, which had been collecting in his bulging balls the whole time, in a high arc with three powerful shots to his throat, to his forehead and into his hair, covering his hairy chest with white spatters. The two men left the bedroom and left him lying in his juice. Lost in thought, he gradually collected the sperm with his fingers and pushed it into his mouth. He smiled, after all he had produced more sperm in one orgasm than the old man in two.

"I'm a semen production!" he talked to himself, "Still a macho alpha, much manlier and stronger than everyone else. Nobody can make as much juice as I do. My fat Arab eggs produce like an oil well in Iran! Everybody should be jealous at me, hahahah!” His tongue curled around his fingers again, licking his dripping juice off them as he grinned proudly, glassy-eyed on the bed, staring at the ceiling.