Arab stallion to pussy slave

The promise was kept. Manhor did not have to go back to the dirty basement and was allowed to sleep at the foot of his master's bed like a watchdog. At the end of the week he would also be allowed to go back to work, his master had already indicated that to him. They ate together, with Manhor still getting his food from a bowl on the floor, but he got tasty meals with high nutritional value and special additives that Akshay added to improve the taste.

Wednesday night Manhor was allowed to go to the gym. After all, his muscles should be in top shape for the new job. When he got there shortly after two in the morning, there was only one customer on the treadmill. Manhor strolled to the locker room and locked his gymbag with a soft towel and a fresh change of clothes in the locker. Akshay had given him a short sweatpant and a pink T-shirt with a wide V-collar, which, due to its size, barely reached above the navel. The sports socks and the jock that the Arab had to undress off his master's body with his teeth to put on himself were still cold and damp with sweat.

"I wore them for you for three days, just to improve the fitting to your body! The fabric should be very soft now" Remarked Akshay as Manhor put on his master's worn underwear.

Before leaving the locker room, he checked his appearance. He posed in front of the mirror and examined himself.

“If anyone can wear pink, then a man like me!” He confirmed himself. “The T-shirt emphasizes my muscles so much! The sleeves don't even manage to cover my strong shoulder. And all that blatant hair that sprouts from the neckline, it looks so cool. The pants are so tight that my ass and babymaker are brought into very good shape! That'll be to tight for squats but I'll do chest and bizeps today."

He put on his training gloves to cover up the tattoos on his fingers and stepped onto the training area. The jogger was still on the treadmill, now running at a sprint pace at at least 15 km / h. Although Manhor usually did not warm up on cardio machines, this time he made an exception and stood on the cross trainer directly behind the jogger and watched his tight buttocks in the tight-fitting royal blue trousers as he wobbled up and down while jogging. The man in front of him had curly dark hair and was at least 1.95 m rather athletically slim with strong thighs and calves. He probably rode a lot of bicycles, thought Manhor, and let his gaze slide down the long, strong legs. Down the back of his gray shirt ran a visible dark strip of sweat in the middle of his asshole and from there, apparently shiny, down the inside of the legs. Manhor licked his upper lip with his tongue, thinking he could smell the jogger's fresh sweat all the way to his elliptical machine. Even if it was difficult to part with the sight, after ten minutes he left his exercise machine and went to the free weights area. With a weight of 80 kg he started his exercises on the negative bench press.
The door opened and the jogger came in too. Manhor eyed him from the corner of his eye. His distinctive youthful face was pointed towards the angualr chin and his narrow eyes glimmered under very long, expressive eyebrows. He seemed to have shaved that morning, because only a hint of stubble was visible on his face. Despite the sweat, his hair was styled and fixed to the top with gel and hairspray. The front of the muscle shirt was even more sweaty than the back and almost completely soaked.

Manhor groaned under the weight of the bar on his 12th rep, then put the bar down and put another 15 kg on each side. As he lay back on the bench, he lifted the bar and immediately dropped it back into the supports. He was out of exercise, he had easily managed the 110 kg weight a few weeks ago.

"Hey, can you assist me?" He called to the jogger who was working on his triceps on the cable.

"Sure man, no problem!" He replied and came over to him. "Phil!" He introduced himself and stretched out his hand in a friendly manner. Manhor said hello, also said his name and could feel the warm, moist, sweaty skin of the other on the edge of his training gloves. Phil stood at the head end and put his fingertips on the bar.

"How many reps do you want?" He asked.

"8-10! But you only need to assist from 6 or 7! ”Manhor lifted the bar and made the first four repetitions in even, clean movements, then came two more, which were a little more heavy in the pressure phase and on the seventh he got stuck halfway up. so that Phil held his arms over his face and lightly supported the bar from below. A few drops of sweat dripped from Phil's forearm onto Manhor's cheeks and nose.

"Sorry, man, should have dried off first!"

"It's OK!" Groaned the Arab and took a deep breath, hoping that Phil would connect this to the heavy burden. In fact, however, he inhaled the fresh young scent of the barely twenty-year-old, who was standing over him completely sweaty and dripping from running. "Eeiiiiiiighttttt, niiiiine, teeeeeeehhhhhhhhhn!"

With a crack, the barbell slammed back into the fuse. Phil had noticed very well that not only had the Arab breathed so deeply because of the exercise, he seemed to like his sweat. He wanted to know more about that and be sure about his suspicion.

“Can you manage even more?” He asked curiously, “I'm sure that you can manage 130 kg too! Your chest is so huge, I wish I had a box like this! You're a muscle monster! "

"Yes, everything is firm and hard!" Confirmed Manhor, while Phil put on two more discs without asking. The Arab watched the boy from below from his lying position. "Look at my biceps, such a strong muscle, there is a lot of a man's work in it!" He tensed the biceps of both arms fully and raised his arms over his head, posing, so that his armpit hair was freely visible in the short-sleeved shirt.

"May I feel?" Asked Phil, placing his fingers around the Arab's huge biceps without waiting for approval. "Unbelievable, I can't even encircle your upper arm with both of my hands!" His fingers squeezed the firm muscle again to then explore the upper arm further and while Phil's right hand slipped briefly through the Arab's damp armpit hair, he supported himself as if unconsciously stumbling and briefly touched the arab's chest with the left hand and dug his fingers into the thick chest hair.

"Do you Arabs all have that much hair on their bodies?" He asked, breaking the body contact. "Like a wild animal!"

"Well then, be careful that the animal doesn't tear you!" Joked Manhor and began his exercise.

Phil looked at the Arab's chest and tried to figure out what the tattoo on the chest meant. He could only see four letters.

“whor”

Regardless of the consequences, he pulled his cock out of his wet underpants and laid it across the Arab's face while his hands grabbed the neckline of the T-shirt and tore the fabric apart at the V-neck notch. The torn shirt was now on the side of Manhor's shoulders and the writing was almost completely exposed. The jogger's eggs lay wet and dripping with sweat on Manhor's forehead, but the cock with the glans even reached his stubbly chin and was almost nine inches long even when not erect.

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"Do you like what you see?" Asked Phil, pressing the protruding nipples of the Arab with his fingers. "At least I like it very much!"

The strength left Manhor's arms due to this stimulation and he was unable to put the heavy weight back on.

"Help me!" He groaned.

"Do you promise to obey me?" Asked Phil hypocritically, although he strongly suspected that the Arab would be a nice, willing sex toy even without the blackmail and would not resist.

"Yes, sir, I promise!" Muttered Manhor and had already started to slide his tongue against the underside of the juicy shaft. Phil grabbed the barbell and with combined strength they lifted it into the resting position. The Arab did not lower his arms, however, so Phil had free access to his armpits and drew his fingers into the sweaty bush, tugged at the armpit hair and twirled it until the Arab's eyeballs rolled back and he groaned with glassy eyes. All the while Phil was rubbing his cock over the Arab's face and outstreched tongue with long, gentle strokes.

After a while, Phil bent down and took off his knee-length jogging stockings. He held them briefly over Manhor's nose and let the wet cloth slide over the tip of his nose leaving a slimy trail of sweat on the dark skin. Then he began to tie the bodybuilders's right hand to the barbell with the sweaty sock. As the knot was tied, sweat leaked out of the black sock and ran in a thin thread down Manhor's hairy forearm to his biceps. He let it happen without resistance and watched in anticipaton as also his left arm was tied over him.

"Oh man, you tie my strong arms tight with your smelly socks! This is weird! You can't do that! "

“Then I wonder why you don't fight back! It looks like you're enjoying it! ”Phil took off Manhor's training gloves and laughed at the other tattoos. “And you seem to have a lot of other things done to you, let real men use you, your body is not yours but belongs to us fuckers! Dude, that's so crazy, today is my lucky day! "

"Yes, my thick Arab muscles trapped in your black socks, my black hair dripping with your sweat, now I can no longer defend myself, no matter how strong I am, I have to do what you ask!"

“Well recognized, muscle slave! Come on, get my cock nice and wet, lick it!” Phil ordered and twisted Manhor's nipples with his fingers so that he licked faster. “Look, your nipples are connected to your tongue and your cock, if I turn and pull here, both of them react andx shoot out of your musle-frame! You have a real tent in your pants just because another man is playing on your nipples. The tattoo seems to describe the real you, you Arab cock sucking whore! "

As if he had been waiting for the command, Manhor opened his mouth wide and let the pink glans slide through his lips. In the position on the negative bench press, his head was positioned in an easy angle so that Phil had a straight track. He pressed it hard once and Manhor's mouth gave way. The now twenty-two centimeter long tail slipped completely into the sucking mouth until the thick bush of pubic hair tickled Manhor's chin and nose. While some of the shaft rested on his tongue for a moment and the other part had already entered his throat deep to his heart so that his breathing was stopped, Phil took off his top and stuffed the sweaty material under the Arab's neck, so that the stench, complementing the socks on his hands, spread into his nose.

Manhor couldn't believe it himself, but the entire eleven inches had slipped into his mouth and throat without giving him a gag reflex, even though his mouth was full to the brim. The position of his head seemed to have created a straight path for the sweaty cock to reach his sternum. He let his gaze wander up the athletic body to the side of the shaved eggs dangling above his eyes. In the middle of the well-trained abdominal muscles, a narrow ridge of dark hair formed, which ran down into the trimmed pubic hair and ended in a not-too-thick fluff of chest hair. Otherwise the body was rather hairless, which made the definition of the muscles more prominent despite the slim stature.

When Phil pulled his cock out to the glans, Manhor began to lick the sweaty cockhead enthusiastically with his tongue enjoying the first big drops of semen. The long prick immediately began to twitch and became even harder and longer than before.

"Ahhh, yes, lick my hammer, oil it well with your snot! Lick off the sweat from my hard workout! I bet to a whore like you it tastes really good, I must be a real stinky mess from 60 minutes of jogging: “His verbal humiliation only made the Arab wilder, he sucked on the cock and wanted to feel it completely in his mouth again. When he had sucked in half, Phil grabbed his head from both sides and pushed his shaft in again completely with one swing into the wide open mouth of the slave. Manhor could see new sweat building up on Phil's torso. Again the jogger's pubic hair was pressed directly against Manhor's nose and the smell of fresh sweat filled his mind. More of it dripped from Phil's upper body onto his face.

"Mmmhhh, you sweat, overr mmmeeee, innnn mmmmeeee! Sooooo taaaasshhhtyyy!” Manhor groaned with his mouth full and sucked in what was offered to him with his nose. He felt like he was in seventh heaven as more sweat and man's scent dripped directly from Phil's nipples onto his lips and ran into his cock-filled mouth.

As hard as he had just inserted the cock in one swift motion, he continued to fuck the Arab's mouth with force. His cock slid deep into the muscle-man's throat and was pulled out almost to the glans. With each thrust it seemed to grow in size until the Arab finally gagged. But Phil didn't bother. He continued to fuck the Arab's face like a sucked-out pussy of a brothel-whore while the Arab beneath him moaned and grunted. After a few minutes he heard Phil's voice above him, "Oh man, I'm coming! Giving you some protein!"

In anticipation of a heavy load of semen to splash down his throat, Manhor tore his mouth wider. But Phil pulled his cock out between his sucking lips and placed his sweaty ass on the Arab's face. A strong aroma of sweat and ass stink penetrated his nose and he felt the jogger's cock discharge on his hairy chest. Manhor began to lick the sweaty hair on the stranger's ass.

"Ohhh yes, lick my stinking ass!" Shouted Phil and shifted his weight a little back, so that Manhor's nose and tongue disappeared even deeper into his asshole feeling the arabs stubble on his asscheeks. With his tongue deep in the jogger's ass, he was silenced. He couldn't believe it when, after only two minutes, Phil shot another load of semen on his chest up to his waist. He lifted his ass from the Arab's face and circled him. From the foot end he leaned over him and began to lick his own sperm from the chest hair of the Arab.

“Do you want to taste it?” He asked and as before didn't wait for the answer, because he can see it in Manhor's eyes, the need to drink the precious juice. With his mouth full of sperm, his lips approached those of the bound man, pausing about ten centimeters above his and then let the white load slide into the waiting open mouth of the Arab, who gratefully took it in, chewed and swallowed. Phil slipped back a little and licked up another full mouth, but this time he pressed it in with his tongue directly into the hungry mouth and the two united in a sticky kiss.

"What's going on here!" Someone shouted across the room and the connecting door slammed shut behind him. In the entrance stood a bodybuilder Manhor had seen here several times before during the day. He had noticed him because he had almost the same sturdy stature as himself, his likeness in dark blond, so to speak. He wasn't wearing a top, which was actually not allowed in this studio, but since nobody was checking at this time of the day, he didn't seem to mind. His muscles were tense and he glared at them as if he wanted to beat the shit out of them. Phil and Manhor feared he would even kill them. As strong as he seemed, he would at least break Phil like a match. And Manhor was tied up, so he would also be an easy game.

"Why am I not invited!" He grunted and his face lit up. With his arms spread apart by his lat muscles he strode up to them, put his strong hand on Phil's back and pressed him firmly on Manhor's chest, which was still sticky from the sperm. Their cocks were now only separated from Manhor's pants and pressed tightly together and both got hard again in seconds. Manhor felt the stranger's fingers of the other hand on his ass and before he could wonder what he was looking for, the fabric of his sweatpants was torn like a piece of paper.

"Mmmmhhh, two nice holes for Colton's beating!" He growled and spat on the palm of his hand. He rubbed his gob alternately over their assholes, pressing his warm saliva with his fingers into their holes and twisting his big fingers in them, first two, then three and even four always wetting them inbeteween with his spit. Connected with their lips in a stormy kiss, Phil and Manhor moaned and breathed deeply into each other's mouths. Colton stripped off his pants, his body was seamlessly suntanned and his uncircumcised penis glistened a caramel-colored brown. The glans seemed many times thicker than his cock itself and sat like a mushroom under the receding foreskin. Without a word he put his purple cockhead on Phil's hole and squeezed. The head slid on and on without pause until Phil sent a deep hot breath into the Arab's mouth, so that the Arab knew that the jogger was now filled to the brim from behind. The jogger's body was jolted overhead and wobbled wildly. Manhor hoped that he too would soon feel the bodybuilder's cock, but he had to wait fifteen minutes for Phil's cock to explode and add its load between their sticky torsos, then Colton roared like a lion and emptied his juice into Phli's ass.

Disappointed to have come away empty-handed, Manhor, who had so far held back convulsively, as his master had taught him, also allowed his twitching cock and shot his load with such force that it oozed out between their chests coating both their chins lying on top of one another.

"Come on, boy, let Al-Qaeda drink my german muscle juice!" Ordered Colton and grabbed Phil like a rabbit by the neck and pulled him up, "But don't let anything drip onto the studio floor!"

While Phil pushed his ass over Manhor's face again and with an initial short fart began to force the cum out of his ass into the Arab's mouth, Colton took off his socks, lifted Manhor's legs and pressed his ankles over his head to the barbell . There he tied the calves with his socks, so that the Arab was now tied in a jackknife position and his ass peeked out of his tattered pants.

"Ready for the second set?" Colton asked and heard an approving grunt from the Arab's slurping mouth, which was stuffed with Phil's ass and juice. His cock was already hard again and still wet from the last fuck. He put his hands on the barbell so his face was in just an inch away of the jogger's and pressed his cock into Manhor's loosened hole. So the three of them formed a sexually charged triangle, Phil kissed the bodybuilder, played with his tongue, which tasted of coffee and cigarettes, Manhor licked Phil's freshly fucked asshole out while he himself was fucked by a beast and therefore feared with every push, his spine would break under the pressure . When Colton also filled his intestines with shot after shot of warm sperm, the bound arab came again himself and also Phil felt his cum boiling up for the fourth time, but this time he pulled his ass from Manhor's face and held his cock over his forehead. The first shot splashed into Manhor's left eye, the second grazed his left cheek and neck, the third landed directly on the Arab's outstretched tongue, from where it ran into his mouth, and four and five hit Colton on the chest.

"Time for a shower!" the big bodybuilder said, and skooped up Phil's cum with his fingers and put them in his own mouth sucking on them.

When they got to the shower, Colton pushed Manhor to the floor, banging his back against the cold tiles in the cabin.

"Dude, I have to piss like hell!" Colton groaned and looked at the tattooed Arab on the floor of the shower alcove invitingly. "I hope you are not only a cocksucker but also a piss whore!" And Manhor's already twitching cock stimulated by the dominating man and humiliation confirmed this, although refusal would not have prevented him either. A few seconds later a powerful stream of piss spurted out of the cock, soaking Manhor's body from top to bottom. Phil joined in and directed his jet first on Manhor's chest, where most of the semen was sticking, then he lifted his cock slightly and the Arab thirstily opened his mouth and caught the two piss rays. The Arab began to play with the dripping piss, rubbing it over his hairy chest, catching the dripping piss from his mouth with his hand, pouring it over his hair and massaging it as if it were shampoo.

"Dude, the pig is completely pissed and wallowing in it, dude! Colton remarked and nudged Phil in the side with his elbow.

“What about the rest is for you!” suggested Phil, “just try it! You want it, dude!” Colton had never drunk piss himself before, but found the courage to sit down next to Manhor and opened his mouth. Phil didn’t let himself be asked for long and put his cock in the mouth of the bodybuilder, who immediately began to take the first sip. He noticed very quickly that the taste wasn't that bad, so he took the cock deep into his mouth not to lose a single drop of the golden liquid.

When the jet faded, Phil pulled it out of Colton's mouth and let the last drops run over his massive chest through his thick dark blonde hair.

“Wow, brother, never thought that it tasted so great! I could get used to it! ”Said Colton.

"I'm almost always here around the clock!" Suggested Phil and smiled cheekily. "But be aware, you could get addicted to it! OK; let's take a shower! "

He turned on the water in the second shower cubicle and stood under it. "Hey, sponge whore, come soap up!" He ordered and Manhor stepped up to him. Phil sprinkled shower gel on his head, rubbed it into the Arab's frizzy hair and told him to bend down. Manhor rubbed his lathered head into his training buddy’s chest, then armpits and arms, back and ass. Phil refilled the hair sponge for legs and cock and Manhor obediently rubbed his head under his buddy 's feet. Colton watched in fascination and demanded the same. Manhor obeyed and soaped the bodybuilder with his hair as well, but spent a little longer on his butt, which smelled extremely rancid despite the shower water. Before he lathered it, he had to taste it. He stuck out his tongue and licked the stinky hair that was sticky with sweat and old shit. The assring bloomed at the touch of his tongue and he was aware of his admittance. When he had satisfied his hunger, he bowed his head with his soapy curly hair and smeared the soap on the round ass cheeks and in between. He looked at the two bodies above him as they stood lathered under the running shower. It was so cool how the soap and water mixture ran over these two bodies and their muscles. The Arab couldn't help but get up and put his hands on one of the bodies and rub them.

"You are so incredibly hot!" He groaned, "Phil, you are so ... pretty!" It was difficult for him to say the word at first, "and Colton, such a hairy muscle mountain, just like me, it feels so good massaging your muscles, touching them. Being their slave! "

"I'll massage you another muscle in a moment!" Colton roared and pushed Manhor to the ground. He lay down on top of him, their hairy chests rubbing against each other as well as their hard cocks. Then Colton spread the Arab's hairy legs and again pressed his cock into the soft hole that presented itself to him.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard and dirty on the cold shower floor! Give it to my pussy!" Yelled Manhor as the bodybuilder pounded his cock into him again and again until it stopped. Colton spat in the Arab's open mouth, making him even hotter because he was yelling for more. In full ecstasy, Colton grasped the corners of the Arab's mouth with both hands, inserting four of his fingers on each side, and pulled them wide apart. He had the feeling that he could look right into the Arab's stomach and continued to spit deep into his throat.

"Fuck, I'll shoot my juice up your ass!"

"Yes, Colton, fuck me, make me your cum whore tonight! Impregnate me! Give me you bodybuilder babies to carry out!" Manhor moaned as his ass filled warm again.

"That was really cool, always wanted to fuck Al-Qaeda!" Colton groaned and stood up. “But the night is not over yet! I have another surprise in my gym bag. "

Less than a minute later he came back with a roll of duct tape. He took Manhor by the hand and led the naked Arab through the changing room into the toilet room to the urinals. The Arab had to sit on the floor between two porcelain basins so that his head was roughly level with the basin, then Colton tied the Arab's right hand to the left urinal by wrapping the duct tape around the forearm and basin several times. Without resistance, Manhor let this happen to his left arm as well. A short time later he was sitting between the urinals with his arms outstretched, trying to pull the adhesive tape, but it didn't move. Phil received the roll of duct tape and used it to tie the slave's feet together, while Colton went to the unmanned reception desk and got two signs.

When he returned Manhor was well tied up, for Phil had wrapped the end of the tape from his feet on the opposite wall around a foot of the toilet parting so that the Arab could no longer pull his legs up or change his position in any way would have been able to. Colton put the two OUT OF ORDER signs in the two urinals on the left and right of Manhor.

“Well, Al-Qaeda, you are now the studio emergency urinal!” Colton laughed. He took the empty roll of duct tape and put it into the mouth of the Arab, who was now sitting on the tiled floor with a mouth like a capital O in amazement. Colton took his cock out of his sports pants and raised it over the open mouth. It took a while, but he finally managed to urinate again. Yellow and shiny, his urine ran into the waiting mouth opening and filled the mouth of the Arab, who had problems swallowing due to the roll between his lips. A remnant of the piss just stood in his mouth like an unflushed toilet.

"There's still something missing!" Colton mused, scratching his sackcloth hair. “Of course, there is always pubic hair in a urinal! He plucked a few hairs and sprinkled them into the piss puddle in Manhor's mouth, where they swam in the yellow broth. “It looks more or less perfect! Do you have to piss again? ”He asked Phil, who however shook his head and declined with thanks.

"I'm completely worn out! That was a great night, hope to see you again! ”He said goodbye and went to his locker.

Colton studied his work for a while. He put one of his wide feet, at least size 13, on Manhor's chest and rubbed his hair with it. Then he lowered his foot and pressed it against the Arab's stiff cock.

"Don't you dare to come, otherwise the customers will think the urinal here is leaking!" He joked, "Keep your juice under control, Arabslut!" He spat into the wide open mouth and looked at his heavy snot, how it slowly cicled in the yellow urine to slowly sink down onto the tongue. Then he too left the room to change for the day. It was now 4:30 a.m. and the first morning exercise of new customers would begin any moment.

A few minutes later, the locker room door opened and a man in his 40s came in wearing an Adidas tracksuit. He looked at the urinals marked as defective and the naked Arab in between and first took the path to the toilet cells when he apparently changed his mind and straightened up in front of Manhor.

"Do you want it?" He asked carefully and the Arab nodded in agreement. The older man took his limp cock out of his pants and pointed it at the wide open mouth in front of him. At first he couldn't build up enough pressure and the first jet landed on the Arab's outstretched hairy legs, but then he seemed to relax and his jellow stream of morningpiss landed on the round roll of tape and slowly trickled down Manhor's throat. When the stream slowly dried up again, he placed his glans on Manhor's upper lip and let the last drops run down his bearded cheeks. Without saying a word, he tucked his cock back in his pants, cleaned his hands on the sink, and left the room.

Another athlete came in, much younger, more likely in his early thirties. He had short, light blonde hair and a sturdy build like a surfer. The short, light blonde hair on his arms and legs made his tanned skin shimmer in the light.

"That's so cool!" He laughed when he saw the piss slave on the floor in front of him and pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. His cock was meaty and large, and completely covered with blond hair like a light-colored teddy bear. The smell that rose from it to Manhor's nose from his thick pubic hair was overwhelming. The man did not have to have washed for at least a week and also smelled of beer and nicotine. He'd probably been celebrating that night somewhere. He straightened the seemingly bursting cock with his right hand and pulled the foreskin back. Nevertheless, a stream of piss came out, which was scattered like a clogged garden hose. The urine splashed in thin drops on Manhor's face, on his chest and on the tiles behind him, from where it slowly ran down his neck. Not much of it ended up in the Arab's mouth, but he could taste the underlying aroma of the beer even in the few drops of urine.

It took almost a quarter of an hour before another customer entered the room. This one was rather small and could be Turkish or Kurd originfrom the looks. His body was very hairy, even thicker than Manhors. The beard was long but well cared for. It was impossible to guess his age, he could be between 16 and 30 years old. Manhor could see the hesitation of the boy, who saw the naked man sitting in the yellow puddle of urine, with tape on his hands and feet and his mouth open helplessly. He bent down and started looking for the end of the tape, but then he smiled and got up again.

"Stick out your tongue!" He ordered and Manhor tried to push his tongue out of the roll of tape as far as possible. The young Turk took his chewing gum out of his mouth and put it on his outstretched tongue, then he reached into the back of his pants with his right hand and rubbed his asshole with his fingers. When he took out his hand, he looked at his brown smeared hairy fingertips and put them into the Arab's mouth, where he had the smear streaks licked off. When his hand was clean, he took his cock out of his pants, which looked like a long snake in the thick black pubic hair, and rewarded Manhor with a seemingly never-ending stream of piss down his face and throat. The Arab thought he was drowning because the Turk could piss for almost two minutes without a break.

"Wouldn't it be a shame to flush my piss down the drain!" Remarked a strong man behind the Turk who had come in unnoticed. "May I now?" And even before the Turk's jet had subsided, the man pointed his cock at Manhor's O-mouth and they crossed their urine streams in front of his mouth, so that he had to swallow twice the amount. The Turk disappeared and the man began to jerk off his cock.

"So, you piss bitch! Now I want to cum on you! ”He moaned and it wasn't long before his sperm shot out of his shaft and landed with the first shot on Manhor's forehead mixing with the dried cum of Phil, ran into his eyes and the second shot straight into the urine-filled mouth, where it billowed thickly in the piss of his predecessor. Another man with bluetooth headphones walked in, Manhor couldn't see him because his eyes were sticky with semen, but could hear the bass of the loud music coming from the headphones. He also jerked off on the Arab and splashed his entire chest full.

Another man came in and looked at the Arab. Without a word he raised his cock at his face and his strong stream bounced off Manhor's forehead and cheeks with force. The urine washed his eyes clear, however, so that he could see a man of African descent in front of him who was aiming a beating over eight inches long and the diameter of a beer can. The white teeth and eyes on the black man's face shone in contrast to his dark skin. When he had finished pissing and the body of the Arab was oozing with his urine, he pulled the roll from the mouth of the bound man, who immediately swallowed the remains of urine on his tongue.

"I want to fuck your face!" Grunted the black man. He was incredibly muscular, which was probably in his genes and his right arm was completely decorated with a tribal tattoo. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck. Except for his thick pubic hair, his body was hairless. He pressed his pink glans, apparently the lightest part of his body, into Manhor's mouth and pushed the rest of the cock into the oral cavity warmed by multiple piss. The Arab's mouth, widened by the roll of tape, took up the beercan of a cock willingly despite its size. It tasted of coconut and almond oil, even the urine had its own bitter but pleasant taste. The shaft swelled even more in Manhor's mouth, bumping into his cheeks and the roof of his mouth. The black man grabbed the back of the Arab's head, which was dripping with piss, and fucked his face wildly, so wildly that Manhor could hardly gasp until after almost ten minutes he poured his sweet juice into the wildly sucking mouth. With his still spurting cockhead he spread the last splash on Manhor's face and rubbed the fresh sperm with the tip of his prick under his nose and on his cheeks. The scratching of stubble on his glans stimulated him again and made him horny again. Another stream of semen shot out of his cock and landed in Manhor's left ear. But even after that, he still didn't have enough.

“Where's your locker?” He asked, “I want to piss on your clothes. You should wear and smell my piss on you all day! A pig like you has to stink, has to wear ma aroma! I want you to walk around with my smell, covered in my piss! Do you want Abdars piss? "

"Yes, I want to feel your piss on me, all day, forever!" Manhor gave him his locker number as if in a trance and the black guy took the membership card lying in the corner next to the gloves. He came back with the clean t-shirt and a jock, laid the shirt on Manhor's wet chest, and held the dry jock in front of his mammoth cock. It wasn't long before he pissed a second time and first soaked the jock, which he stuffed drippingly into Manhor's mouth as a gag, then he let his piss run over the T-shirt.

Abdar took a knife out of his pocket and Manhor was startled. He thought Abdar would do something to him. Instead, he cut open the tape on his wrists and feet. He pulled Manhor out of the puddle of urine and pushed him back into a toilet cubicle, where he landed on the toilet seat.

"Put your jock on!" He ordered and watched as the Arab obediently slipped into the piss-soaked fabric and adjusted his own stiff cock in it. The wet T-shirt was on the floor next to the toilet. When Manhor, at Abdar's command, sat back with his legs apart on the toilet seat, the African turned around and pressed his shiny brown ass over the Arab's splayed legs. He grunted briefly, when Manhor felt a thick, brown and smelly hot turd slipping out of the black ass and slowly sliding past his inner thighs over the bulge in his underpants into the toilet. A strong fart followed, then the black man straightened up and took some toilet paper from the roll on the wall and wiped his ass crack with it. For a brief moment he looked at the slightly brown smeared paper in his hand, then he pressed it into a small lump and stuffed it into Manhor's mouth, watched some of the fresh poop slide along his lips into his mouth, the paper for a moment lingering on the tongue of the arab to be eagerly and greedily chewed and swallowed by Manhor. When his mouth was empty, he licked the brown residue off his lips.

The black man shook his head almost in disbelief, but then offered the Arab the fingers of his right hand, which the slave eagerly licked and cleaned.

"Do you feel how your cock presses against my wet piss and assslime outside, how it feels comfortable in it? Imagine if that were my sperm as it envelops your cock all day! Your skin will stink of my piss in the evening like a takeaway seller of french fries! Tell me how much you love this, pussy! All that stench of you, the real man's sweat that runs down your pretty face, into your nose, into your mouth ... "

"Oh man ... your piss stinks, your shit on my cock and in my mouth. Oh, fuck, your pubic hair was in my nose, your aroma of sweat fills my lungs, unbelievable! So intense, so manly! "

"Put that t-shirt on, bitch! I want you to take my scent with you, all day! I will stick to your body, my dried piss will rub against your nipples, so sensitive, it will tickle and drive you completely crazy. And then you smell my faint scent of shit oozing out of your pants right off your cock. The smell will burn itself into your little sex-driven brain. And if you see me here in the studio, you'll smell me even if I'm at the other end of the room. You will lick your lips and your cock will go stiff. Then that's it for your workout. From then on you are my bitch! You will come here and wait for me. When I have finished training, stinking of sweat and pent up piss, then you will clean me. You are the Arab whore who has a black tail as a god, if you serve me, Allah is no longer there for you, only me, Abdar! "

The black man left the room, leaving Manhor panting and dripping wet. After a while the Arab began to collect the utensils he had lying around, gloves, towels, etc., and went to his locker. He took out his pants and touched something soft and damp. In fact, Abdar must have splashed a thick load of his sperm on the area that was supposed to cover his bum. Without thinking for a long time, Manhor licked the sperm as best he could from the fabric until only a wide damp stain could be seen, and pulled his pants on. On the way home, passers-by looked at him skeptically and disgusted, smelled the stench of piss and semen that kept coming up his nose, but he just smiled contentedly.