Arab stallion to pussy slave

The next morning he woke up and the smell of fresh scrambled eggs rose to his nose. In fact, there was a still steaming plate of it on the floor near the door. Without even getting up he crawled over there, took a handful, and stuffed the meal ravenously into himself. He noticed immediately that Akshay had mixed in his special house sauce again, but it didn't bother him at this point anymore. The egg was flavorful, with or without sperm, and the most delicious thing he'd had in days. When the plate was almost empty, he took it in his hands and licked off the last remains.

"Thank you!" He said into the empty room. "Thanks master!"

"You deserve it!" Came the answer from the loudspeaker. "Now clean yourself up!"

Manhor looked around. There was an old cleaning rag in the corner next to the toilet, which had apparently been used to clean something oily and greasy beforehand that could no longer be removed from the fibers. He took the gray rag and sniffed it. It smelled a bit musty but at least better than himself. His intestines rebelled, which is why he first sat down on the toilet and gave in to the pressure. With the man's, the woman's, sperm from last night, the shit slipped out of him well.

After rinsing twice, he dipped the cleaning rag into the toilet and began cleaning himself from top to bottom. He let the cold water from the toilet soak the rag and squeezed it out over his head so that the water ran through his hair down his neck over his strong shoulders. He dipped the rag again and wiped his face clean, rubbed his lips and chin, then began rubbing his chest with it. Without soap, however, this seemed to be a hopeless task, although the coarse fabric of the rag rubbed quite a bit. The encrusted semen was so deep in the hair that cold water alone couldn't really loosen it. Nevertheless, the cleaning was refreshing and he felt at least a little cleaner than before. Soaking the rag again, he began to rub the crack in his ass and stuck the rag deep into his hole with his index finger to remove the last bit of semen from it.

His finger in his ass excited him. At first he was irritated about it, but his horniness won out. On the way to the bed he dropped the damp rag, lay down on his back and shamelessly began to finger his hole. First he played with the ring around his entrance to his new cunt, circled it with his finger and tickled it. Then he stuck three fingers of his other hand in his mouth and sucked on them until they came out dripping with spit. In a flash he turned on all fours and inserted the three wet fingers. He moved them in and out full of energy, so that his triceps swelled with every movement.

The former macho Arab bodybuilder knelt on a dirty mattress and fingered his hole with his muscular arm. His torso sagged as he began to use his free hand to jerk his cock to the rhythm of his fingers. His face pressed against the stained mattress, he climaxed shortly and splashed his bed full of his juice.

Without hesitation, he slid back to the foot of the bed and looked briefly at the mess. He did not need a request from his master, he knew what to do and what he wanted to do. So he sank his face into the fresh sperm puddle before it could soak into the mattress and licked up his protein-containing juice, let it circle in his mouth and finally swallowed it down.

"I hope you enjoyed the breakfast!"

Satisfied, Manhor looked in the direction of the camera and wiped a few drops from his beard like a man who has just had a beer. He returned to the dropped rag and dipped it into the water again. He spent the next half hour scrubbing his arms, legs, and back. When he finished, he called his Master, but there was no answer. He was apparently alone.

Hours passed and he was bored. He drank a lot of water to ease his hunger a little. The toilet was his constant and closest companion in this cell. He fell asleep in the late afternoon and did not wake up when Akshay crept into the cell and tied him to the bed with ropes.

When he woke up, he couldn't move any part of his body apart from the skull. The ropes zigzagged over his body and were so tight that his muscles were squeezed out from them. Manhor began to twist and turn, trying to get his hands free, but any attempt to loosen the bonds seemed to do the opposite.

"Yeah, you like that, Mano? I can see that clearly. You tighten your muscles in your forearm, check the ropes. I like the way you make a fist, stretch your fingers and try to get some air around your wrists. And look at those big strong but useless wrists! So much beautiful black hair is sprouting up to your fingers. "

Manhor gave his kidnapper a startled look and was speechless.

"I'm now tightening the last knot, yeahaaahhh! Just think Mano, all the muscles secured and packed in such a short time, useless, helpless, completely at my mercy. Do you feel how your body belongs to me more, obey me more every second? Because that's what you are from now on, a muscular Arab slave who is tied to a former brothel mattress! "

"Arrrrrrghhhh!" grunted Manhor and reared up again.

“I would advise you not to fight it, but I know I don't need to. You will tense these muscles until you run out of energy. Yeah I would bet because I think you love that. A splendid muscle man like you tied up so elegantly, a perfect package that can be admired. You look good, so tied up, horny, how all the muscles and black hair fight against the light fibers of the ropes. This is how you should be held and it suits you. Say hello to your new life, slave, a new job, a hot, sweaty workout in the gym, then come home here, to this basement, you wriggle yourself nicely tied up on your bed. That saves us a lot of money. No expensive clothes, no exclusive party evenings. Just sweaty old clothes, cum, sweat and piss, hot sex! This is what you'll live for from now on, and I promise you this is what you will be addicted to. When you smell a man's cock you will yearn on it like you did on a grilled steak in the past, when you see real man's sweat you will stick your tongue out for it like a scoop of ice cream and when someone needs to pee you will open your mouth! "

"What the ... the devil ... never ... let me ... go!" yelled Manhor.

"Ohhh no. You can't fool me. This makes you hard and horny! Yes, look down bitch. Your cock is already pressing pretty hard against your pants. My authority turns you on, the defenselessness in which you find yourself." , lets get you really horny, in no time you will give up all resistance and submit! Yes, isn't that a great feeling? So horny and hot! " Akshay leaned forward and pressed his middle finger to the glans of Manhor's fat cock, soaking the fabric of his pants with the first drops of his sperm.

"Look, a few delicious drops, can you smell them yet?"

"Uhmmmmmhh, jeeeaaahhh, sniff, sniff!" Manhor drew in a lot of air through his nose. “My juice, so manly, real white muscle juice. I smell it! That makes me ... sooo horny .... hard .... my cock .... mmmhhhh ... can't do anything ...! "

Akshay slowly began to run his fingertips over the Arab's forearms. As with the brief touch at the airport parking lot, he felt comfortable when his fingertips touched the thick hair with the hot muscle tissue. He caressed the arm tenderly and continued sliding over the ropes in the direction of the biceps. He lingered on the vein on his bulky upper arm for a while, circling it with his fingertips, and watched Manhor's expression change from shock to relaxation. Then he couldn't hold it back and bent down further to lick the biceps.

"Stop ... what do you think ... what you ... are doing ...! You ... can ... not .... ohhhh, jeeeeaaaahhhh! "

"Quiet, just look how beautiful your biceps looks now, so shiny covered in my spit, as if oiled, brown and smooth!"

"Nice biceps ... shiny ... sooo round and plump!" mumbled Manhor.

With a neat pull on one of the knots, Akshay tensed one of the ropes below Manhor's chest so that it was raised.

“It's like a push-up. Your chest, now pushed up so nicely like the last time you got titty fucked. Let me see if I can find your nipples in all that hair! ”The Indian's hands lay on the pressed breasts and rummaged around in the chest hair of the man who was bound. Then Akshay began to help out with his tongue and straightened the hair even further with spit. When he had exposed the right nipple, he closed it with his lips and sucked on it until he felt it grow longer and softer. Then he took it between his teeth and bit it lightly.

"FfffffUUUUUUUcccccckkkkk, Aaaahhhhrrrrrrggggg!" Moaned Manhor and a splash of sperm hit Akshay on the back of the head. The Arab's cock had pressed its way up out of the waistband of the much too small shorts and had exploded the moment the master bit his nipple. When Akshay turned around immediately afterwards, he saw more loads of sperm oozing out as if from a shook coke bottle that would not get empty and spread over Manhor's chest.

"I already thought the nerves in your tits connected directly to your cock. Just like everything about you will be connected to your little wennie. Too bad that your cock is no longer yours, it is no longer there to give you pleasure. It belongs to me and to everyone I give it to, to whom I give you, for play, for fun, to make money. You are my personal whore! "

Without another word or loosening the shackles, Akshay left the cell and the basement and turned off the light. While Manhor brooded over his situation in the dark, tied to an old mattress and with his drying sperm on his stomach, Akshay prepared for work after a long shower.

Hours later, Manhor woke up. He didn't know how long he had dozed off. The daylight that had just shimmered in at an angle through the light shaft had disappeared. His stomach growled, but most of all he had to piss.

"Hey!" He yelled, hoping his kidnapper heard him. "I have to pee, you can't leave me here so tied up!"

No Answer. He waited a few minutes and then tried again. "Hello, someone there?" Again no reaction. Another hour passed, and as hard as he tried, the pressure grew until it hurt. He had no choice but to piss.

"Aaahhhh, pppphhhhh!" The relief when the piss left his cock, splattered with the first few gushes on his rib cage up to his neck and ran down his stomach and pelvis was greater than the shame that he peed on himself. He had lost track of time, didn't even know how many days he had been down here now. The longer he thought about his condition, the more depressed he became. Tears ran down the side of his cheeks. His whole body trembled and his stomach cramped so much that even the feeling of hunger disappeared. Never before in his life had he felt so alone and helpless. He wanted to talk to someone, just hear a voice, wanted to see light, look a loved one in the eye, but all that remained was the dark, cold cell in which he was lying almost naked on the old bed and the urine that had left his body still warm became cold and uncomfortable. He was unable to tell whether his teeth were chattering from the cold or from a nervous breakdown. After a while he fell asleep again.

Loud drilling woke him from his already restless sleep. Akshay stood in the middle of the room in his security uniform, drilling two rings and a pole into the ceiling.

"Please, untie me!" Implored Manhor.

"Ah, my little Scheherazade has woken up from her deep sleep!" He joked. “I brought something nice for us here! Look, you can do pull-ups and leg raises on the bar! I want my investment not to grow fat. You should stay in good shape with all that protein food! And the rings are for my fun, because I can tie your hands so we can play while you're standing. "

“You mean you want to chain me to the ceiling with my arms up in the middle of the room, so that I am completely defenseless and you can get to any part of my body? On my armpits, my chest, my thighs, my cock and ... my ass? "

“Well recognized, my little sex toy. You will stand there like a rubber doll for my pleasure! "

Only now does Manhor see the change in the Indian. His formerly somewhat unkempt exterior has given way to war. He had a new, modern undercut like Manhor himself, his beard was trimmed and straightened and the contours could be more accentuated. The eyebrows also seemed to have been plucked, or at least shortened, and Manhor noticed for the first time the large brown eyes of the Indian smiling at him.

"I have to eat something!" He begged. "Please, master!"

"Of course, I have something good for you!" Akshay briefly left the cellar room and left the cell door open, as Manhor could not move anyway. A moment later he came back with a plate of ground beef that looked gray and crumbly. He sat at the head of the cot and slid his left leg under Manhor's head so that it was in his lap. He gave Manhor the first bite with a spoon.

Manhor chewed on it. The mince wasn't seasoned and fried way too dry. It tasted like styrofoam flakes.

"Something wrong with it?" Says Akshay, amused, when he recognized Manhor's effort to swallow the meat. "Pork should always be well done, not pink, is it too well done for you?"

Nodding his head, Manhor answered the question and laboriously continued to chew. Akshay jumped up and the Arab's head hit the mattress roughly back.

"Ungrateful slave!" He shouted, slapping his left cheek with the palm of his hand that tilted his head to the side and the rest of the minced meat from his mouth splashed onto the mattress. "But well, if you insist you get some seasoning and sauce!"

Before Manhor could thank him, he saw how Akshay opened his pants and pulled out the big cock. The plate with the gray minced meat stood on the floor between his feet.

"Your master makes a special mixture for you, straight from the uniform into the bowl!" He started to jerk his cock. “Fresh sauce for my slave, just as you like it, warm and salty! Creamy and rich in protein! "

The image of the tied up Arab in front of him with reddened cheek and tongue hanging out made him so horny that he didn't have to jerk off for long. When he came to orgasm, he got down on his knees and pointed his broad cock on the plate. Thick streams of semen shot out of it, almost completely covering the ground beef.

"So, I hope you like it better now!" He laughed and sat down again under Manhor's head with his trousers open, placing his sagging pecker on the side of Manhor's forehead, where a few last drops ran into his hair. Manhor obediently opened his mouth and was given another spoonful of meat with creamy sauce. Finally he felt a taste and the food slipped down his throat better too. Without further incident, he ate everything spoon by spoon.

When Akshay got up and wanted to leave the cell, he spoke to him. "Don't leave me here alone, please!"

The Indian turned and replied with a smile. “You are not alone, the camera is always here and sees everything! When you are lonely, talk to it. See you for breakfast! "

The doors slammed and in the dark Manhor lay lonely on the bed again. If he hadn't been tied up, his restless sleep would surely have caused him to fall out of bed, but the ropes only cut a little further if he tried in vain to turn. Several times that night he woke up, hoping that he was at home in his own bed, and in the morning had the feeling that he had slept for a maximum of two hours.

There was the smell of fresh coffee in the air. The cellar door opened and Akshay came in with a large cup of coffee.

“I hope you don't drink your coffee black! I made a house cappuccino! ”He laughed. "Unfortunately the cream is flaking a bit!" He put the cup down and opened the cell door. Then he began to untie the knots of the ropes and Manhor had been able to move his legs and arms for a long time.

“Oh yeah, just in case you plan to knock me down, I've built in an automatic. If I don't confirm my account every two hours, photos and videos will be sent to your family! "

As Manhor was unleashed on the cot, he began to massage his tired muscles. Akshay got the cup and handed it to him. Manhor gratefully took it in both hands and drank from it in large gulps. The extra ingredient sperm foam hardly bothered him. The coffee was strongly aromatic and warmed his body.

"Thanks master!"

Akshay smiled and enjoyed his partial victory. The Arab had apparently already surrendered to his new role, although the test phase was far from over.

"How do you like my new outfit? I wear the same uniform as you used to, went to your Turkish hairdresser and wear your expensive watch! Oh yes, your car drives well and has a lot under the hood! These are all things that you no longer need! "

"I don't need any more ..." muttered Manhor. "Just need my master ...!"

"Very good" he praised him and Akshay licked his face from the chin over the left corner of the mouth up the cheek over the eyelashes of the left eye to the pulsating forehead vein. “My Arab lollipop, sweet and salty in one! I'm at work right away, meanwhile you can train, I want to see beautiful muscles that lie in the dust for me! I'll make you a protein drink for afterwards, Indian Lassi flavor! "

For the next few hours Manhor did what his master had advised him. He did five sets of wide pull-ups and six sets of chest pull-ups. This was followed by push-ups and reverse crunches on the bar. After he had pumped up his triceps by dips on the bed, he grabbed the sports water bottle that Akshay had left him and opened it. Inside was a milk-like liquid that appeared to have been lengthened with water and a little vanilla protein powder. He was aware that the Indian's cock-tap was being used for the filling again, he certainly smelled that, but drank the mixture up completely without thinking about it. A burp escaped him and he looked at the camera in shame as if this had been the most indecent thing he had done in the last few days.

Sweaty, he went to the toilet, took the now even dirtier rag and began to clean himself with it. The cleaning cloth smelled of semen and sweat despite being flushed several times in the toilet, yet he rubbed it with force over his muscles along the red stripes that were still visible from the ropes on his skin even through the thick black body hair. Even the scrubbing, peeling-like feel of the rag was pleasant on his skin. Then the waiting began, his master had probably been delayed at work, because it felt like he had been gone for over ten hours.

It was then that Manhor remembered his master's remark that he could speak to the camera. So he pulled his cot a little more centrally into what he believed was the center of the recording area and crouched down on it, facing the camera.

"Talking should be good for the soul," he began hesitantly. “How am I supposed to justify my actions, no matter how often I think about it, in the end it means that I've crossed a line and there is no turning back. I still wonder how I got this far. Here I sit, not knowing what day or what time of day it is. I can't explain the tremor in my body, the uncontrolled moans and the rivers of semen that have soaked my flesh inside and out. I can still taste the sperm on the back of my throat now. I feel dried sperm on my body, which sticks the hair on my chest and cannot be washed off. And between my legs I can still feel the remaining moisture that has dripped out of my anus after it was loosened with stick and monstercock. I'm not gay, but somehow it turned me on, I liked it, I want it again! How does it feel, why is this happening to me, why do I adore this strange man, my kidnapper, who I didn't even notice in all these weeks at work ...
If I could only get out of here, it can't be my future. I like chicks, I want to fuck brides, I'm a macho-muscle manhor, Arab stallion, dream of all women! I won't let such a skinny Indian make me a slave ...
His cock was so deep in my throat that it discharged right into me and I immediately swallowed it all straight into my stomach. The only reason I can explain this is that I was distracted. I was pressed against the cell bars, raped by the tranny, my tongue licked and slurped on the big eggs as if in a trance, I was certainly not in control of my senses, that was the drug. I felt the semen that covered my tongue drool over my lips and chin. It was my master's juice. My master. So I know I can eat and drink all he gives to me, it's his juice, his gift to me. It doesn't matter if the meals, mixed with the remains of his sperm, spread in my mouth ...
Oh my god, I can't go on like this! I don't lick cocks! It's just because of the drugs, when I get out of here I can forget all about it! I'm going to leave this basement behind, this wicked dungeon. It's a nightmare! Why me? He can't degrade me to his cum whore, I'm not a whore ...
I lose every sense of right and wrong, every sense of propriety and let myself be guided by my lust. A pleasure fueled solely by the smell and sight of the body of the man who feeds me, nourishes me, who looks at me with a mixture of authority, anticipation and excitement. Even if my head tells me that it is wrong, my body cannot defend itself, despite all my muscles, my masculine appearance. Will I come out of here with my head held high or will I be a cheap cocksucker and whore? Will I be his wife? Will he breed me, make me have his babies? Bullshit, I dont know."

In fact, it made time go by faster. Manhor had grown tired and pushed the bed back against the cell wall, lay down on it and nodded off. In his sleep he caressed his chest, found his nipple, which was still slightly irritated from his Master's bite, and played with it between his fingers. His wiener reacted to it even in his sleep and pressed against the fabric of the strange underpants.

Another day had dawned. When Manhor woke up, he first saw a piece of paper with the instruction "READ ME" on the lattice door. Then he saw some kind of rotisserie on the floor in the middle of the cell. He took the slip of paper and unfolded it.

I'm on early duty
I let you sleep in.
Today there is a rotisserie of lamb!
But there is a condition!
Remember, it is being filmed.
Disobedience is punished.
Before the meal:
FUCK!
I want you first to press your ass on the meat
and make it nice and warm!
Then you can eat!
I want a good show!

Manhor approached the rotisserie skeptically and eyed it. Apparently there was a suction cup on the underside, because the skewer was fixed to the ground. The lamb was seared crispy and wrapped around something to replace the skewer. The meat dildo was an estimated eight to ten centimeters in diameter from top to bottom and about twenty centimeters long.

The hunger was stronger than the doubts and so Manhor took off his pants and lowered his bottom to the tip of the flesh. With both hands he tried to spread his hairy ass cheeks so that the skewer slipped in faster. His leg muscles almost jumped out of his thighs, that's how deep the squat was he had to do for this. And even if his anus initially struggled, the tip slipped through his rosette after a little pressure. He paused for a moment to get used to it and then lowered his ass further so that layer upon layer of meat slipped into him.

When his buttocks touched the floor and his anus was dilated to the extreme by the flesh, he began to ride on it. He felt the crispy layer of the meat skewer partially loosen and either fall to the ground next to the skewer or stick greasy to his hairy ass cheeks clinging in between all the black hair. But the rest of the skewer was firm and slippery and the Arab rode the meat dildo without consideration until his cock squirted a clenched load on the floor. He got up, took the rest of the meat skewer off the floor by loosening the suction cup and began to nibble on the lamb that had just been stuck in his ass. Without thinking he dipped the meat into the puddle of sperm he just left on the concrete floor. The fat from the flesh and droplets from his cream dripped sideways from his mouth into his beard. When he had finished all of the meat, he saw a metal dildo with a pointed tip that resembled a rocket.

"I want a good show!" The command shot back into his mind and so he knelt down, pushed the metal dildo into his wet anal passage and began to eat scraps of meat and semen from the floor with his mouth and tongue while the silver dildo peeked out of his ass with his suction cup. From time to time he reached back, pushed the dildo again when it threatened to slip out and nibbled bits of meat from his hair on his bottom, which he then took in his mouth and chewed.

When Akshay came back late, Manhor was fed up on the floor and smiled at his Master in greeting.

"You are very dirty and greasy!" Scolded Akshay, who saw the greasy traces of meat in the beard and on the ass of the Arab. "You need a shower!"

With these words he took out his dark pecker, which this time floated soft and fleshy over Manhor. Before the Arab registered what was happening, Akshay began to piss on him. First he aimed the beam at Manhor's chest and six pack, then higher up the neck on the Arab's face, where the beam ricocheted off.

"Open your mouth!" Akshay ordered, noticing how Manhor pressed his lips together. But the Arab followed the order, opened his lips so that his white teeth shimmered between his black beard and his tounge shot out of his mouth against his inner will. "Well done, and now drink it!"

In fact the Arab was very thirsty and so Manhor opened his mouth even wider and let the golden-yellow liquid between his lips slide down his throat. He wondered how long his master hadn't pissed anymore, because the jet didn't seem to be weaker but stronger. At a sign from his master, he rolled over on his stomach, let his ass splash clean and licked the urine from the floor that had missed his face or had dripped off the side of his body.

In the end, the jet from Akshay's cock dried up, shaking off the last drops from over his hairy bottom.

“Look at you, now you are marked by me like a tree by a dog. I have adorned you, all the golden little pearls that cover the black hair of your body. I refreshed you with the golden wine of my body as Jesus refreshed his disciples with wine. You are mine inside and out! "

"Yes, my lord and master, I am yours!"

“And today there is no washing! I want you to suck in my scent, inhale it, get used to it! My piss is your world, your nectar! And if you smell that in the future, I want you to get hard, that it makes you horny. My warm yellow piss soaks your Arab skin, your muscles are oiled with it, yes, massage it into your pores! "

Indeed, Manhor had started rubbing his hands and rubbing in the stranger's urine while lying on his back on the floor, staring his Master dazedly at the dripping dick and spreading his legs wide apart.

"Fuck me, master! Put your fat cock in my hungry hole. Make me your cunt, your bitch. Fuck me very hard, because that's me for you, your willing hole, your wife! "

“Hahahahah, patience my Arabian mare. Later! ”Happy about his success, Aksahy took a step back.

“You are such a dirty horny piece. How many times have you jerked off in front of your laptop? All the awesome porn sites in your history! Asians, black lesbians, buxom blondes who let themselves be fucked by bodybuilders like you until their brains fly out ... This is all over for you now, my dear! You are now the star yourself, you have your own website! Just think about all of the kinky things you've been doing in the past few days! All of this can now be seen on www.arabslave-dirtbag.com. Currently as a preview and your face is pixelated so that no one recognizes you yet! Though possibly some of your female conquests might recognize you by the little thing between you legs. Your risk if you spread it like that in the world! But if you don't obey, I can quickly put the page online without pixels. You won't believe how many horny sacks watch your little dirty shows regularly and jerk off to do so. Probably old sacks with wrinkled skin and thick gold rings on their fingers that would have enough money to pay for unencrypted access ... "

With these words, Akshay left the cell, giggling, and closed the gate. “I still have a lot of plans with you! You have to wait a little longer for the reward of my precious cock, you still have to earn it! "