Arab stallion to pussy slave

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It was probably Sunday because Akshay was home all day. He had already brought him the special coffee and a stuffed baked potato as a little carbohydrate-protein boost. Manhor wondered how often his master had to wank to produce so much sperm for his food. In the baked potato alone, the sperm from three violent orgasms seemed to be added to the filling. Before each course he was instructed to smell it extensively and to absorb the scent of his master before eating it.

He should do his workout in the afternoon. In addition to the pull-up bar, Akshay had got him a couple of dumbbells weighing between 30 and 45 kg. The Arab crouched eagerly on the edge of the cot, pumping his biceps in isolated concentration curls. He was so focused on his growing muscle that he didn't notice Akshay entering the cell and hooking two broad brown leather training straps to the hooks in the ceiling.

"I bet you can't do twenty hanging leg raises!" He poked at Manhor.

"You can bet your prick on that!" Manhor replied and jumped up, dropping the 35 kg dumbbell from his right hand.

"OK; Akshay instructed him and laughed inwardly at the naivety of his prisoner when he actually spread his hands like a V over his head and pushed them through the two leather straps that were about 80 cm away from each other. Akshay secured it with the buckles, then took out two more straps and wrapped them around Manhor's ankle before he could react.

"We're making it a little harder!" He suggested and extended the straps on his feet with two rubber bands to the back of the bars, where he secured them with the carabiners so that Manhor's feet were pulled back slightly and he was hanging on the hand straps tilted forward at a 10 ° angle. His feet were pulled more than two feet apart by the rubber bands.

"Then let's get started!" Akshay cheered him on and Manhor tried in vain to bring his feet in front of his body, but this did not work against the strength of the ligaments. “Not even a single one? Well, then everything is fixed! ”Akshay stated with satisfaction.

"What are you going to do, you will ... not take advantage of my ... situation? I'm hanging here ... completely helpless ... at the mercy of you ... can't --- defend myself! "

“Hah, that was the plan, but you stupid muscle-brain did not understand it, or did you willingly to understand it and are excited and already happy inside? I have some toys with me, a few matching parts for you!” He took a sports bag apparently full to the brim from the hall outside thew cell and opened the zipper. First he took out a little blue rubber piece that looked like a blue ghost. It was rather pointed at the top and then became about ten centimeters wide, only to get thinner again towards the foot.

"Do you know what that is?" Akshay asked his prisoner. Manhor shook his head. “This is a butt plug! I use it for you so that your ass is widened nicely. It stays there for a few hours, much longer than yesterday's dildo, and as you can see it is much thicker! So in your own interest make it nice and wet now so that it slips in easily! ”With these words he held the plastic part in front of the Arab's mouth and he instantly began to lick it. The strange taste of cheap Asian gum rose up his nose. While he let his tongue work partly out of fear and precaution partly out of excitement, Akshay slowly turned the plug so that it was nice and wet on all sides. When he pulled it away, Manhor knew that he couldn't change anything, he felt his shorts, which he had been wearing for three days and which were stained with sweat, urine and semen, were peeled off his buttocks and that Butt plug was pressed to his ass cheeks. His rosette opened frighteningly quickly and sucked on the rubber part, which slipped the first few centimeters into his anus by itself. Before the thickest part touched his skin, however, he stopped and groaned in pain.

"Enough, it's slicing me in two, it's not possible!"

“There is no enough to you any more! Only two centimeters left! ”And Akshay pressed his hand to the end and pushed firmly against it. With a plop the plug slipped in and the rosette closed around the narrower end.

"Ooohhhh, it's tearing me apart!"

"Yesterday you still wanted my cock, you wanted to be fucked! And now you're complaining about a piece of rubber. Do you think I want to rub myself sore in your cunt? So relax, it's only for your own good! ”With these words, Akshay slipped the panties back over his bottom and secured the plug so that it couldn't slip out of the ass.

"Time for the next part!"

From his pocket he took two chrome clothespins. Manhor stared doubtfully at the parts, but before he could ask what it was, Akshay explained it to him.

“They'll be clamped on your nipples. This will elongate the nipples and stick them out nicely like erasers, easier to find in all of your chest hair. It might hurt a little at the beginning, but you'll get used to it, you're a strong man! "

He grabbed the first nipple and pinched it with his fingers and pulled on it until he could attach the clamp. Manhor screamed, but was immediately stopped by Akshay stuffing a black rubber dildo deep into his mouth. He already started with the second nipple and fastened the other clamp.

He took out another part, a crooked tube made of metal, apparently chrome-plated with various rings on it.

“This is a male chastity belt. It not only prevents you from masturbating, but from any erection. So if you get hard it will hurt like hell. If you obey, I'll take it off again, if not, you will wear it for 24 hours a day, seven days a week. ”With these words, he tore the fabric of the underpants in two at the front, pushed Manhor's limp cock into the tube, secured it around the scrotum and locked it with a kind of combination lock. Manhor looked down at himself, nipples elongated and widened, cock locked in a prison.

Akshay clutched his slave's waist with his right hand, pulled him closer and removed the dildo from his mouth. A gasp came from the Arab's mouth, but he didn't say a word. The Indian licked his slave's face, long and wet, like a mother-of-a-lion licks her children. He felt the stubble under his tongue. Akshay took the slave's head in both hands. He pulled him down so that Manhor felt pain in his shoulders and stuck his tongue deep into the slave's oral cavity. Manhor returned the kiss eagerly until mucus and spit from their mouths ran down his throat.

"Open your mouth, slave," Akshay ordered, letting the saliva run from Manhor's neck onto his tongue. With force he spits the mass into the throat and pressed his lips on the Arab's so that he has to swallow the saliva. He broke the kiss abruptly and looked provocatively into the astonished face of the slave. The master put his finger into his own nose and the Indian's brown eyes burn imploringly into Manhor's gaze. Finally he pulls out a large lump of snot from his nose with the tip of his finger. Akshay swirled his finger with the booger in front of Manhor's eyes to indicate that it was for him. And then he sucked the snot into his mouth. He pulled Manhor's head back towards him and began another deep kiss, so that Manhor instinctively had to suck and could taste the snot on his Master's tongue. He didn't know what was happening to him and suddenly found himself digging his tongue deep into his Master's nostril looking for more snot and boogies. Akshay snorted hard once and sealed their new alliance by sucking his snot-smeared tongue deep into his mouth.

Pain ran through Manhor's body, because his cock had become hard and pressed against the crooked metal tube, his chastity belt. He couldn't avoid it, the kiss, the hopeless situation, he was tied to the ceiling of a basement room, his muscles tensed as hard as steel, aching joints, sensitive nipples and his ass filled, and then this kiss, so intense, loving, demanding and honest. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. And for a moment, despite all the pain, he was happy.

While Manhor pondered his feelings, Akshay took a whip with a feather ticker out of his pocket. He first gave his slave a few gentle blows on the backside, where the butt plug was, followed by a few harder lashes on the back with the riding crop. The blows went through Manhor's body and his stiffened cock, which was held in a painful curvature by the chastity belt despite an erection, relaxed a little. Now Akshay turned the whip and ran the feather side over the soles of his slave's feet, which were turned upwards by the rubber bands.

"Hahahaaaah, Ohhhh, haaaaahaaaahaaa!" Yelled the Arab, who couldn't stand the tickling feather on his feet. He writhed in his bonds but could not escape. The play of feathers went on, slowly down the inside of his legs to his balls, which were stuck in the chastity belt, but his perineum was exposed and the tickling of the feathers on it was incredibly arousing for the Arab.

"You seem to like it when I tickle you there!" His master teased him. “This is the place between your anus and your balls, where everything from you flows together and centers itself! It is sure to make your cock really hard now, even if you don't want it, it is already pressing against the inside of the metal, all red and sore. And yet you can't get enough! "

Manhor hung in his thong and groaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and drooling to the ground, he was completely at the end of his resistance. He felt the feathers at his side move up his upper body and then touch one of his sensitized nipples. Excited, he threw his head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Akshay turned the hard side of the whip forward again and hit the nipple clamps. The pain ran through Manhor like a stabbing, his nerve tracts conducted the sensation to his prick, which shrank again and at least reduced the pain in his pelvis. With a swing Akshay let the whip fly over the back of his slave a few more times, so that criss-cross red stripes formed on the mountains of muscles. Then he stroked the same places with the feathers, and although the Arab enjoyed this change from pain to love, luckily for him his erection did not reaccour this time.

The Indian reached into his pocket again and took out what looked like a pasta cutter. "It's a finger pinwheel," he explained. "The pinwheel is a nasty instrument, my Arabian stallion, it has two wheels with sharp points that can actually hurt like hell, but are not sharp enough to pierce the skin when the wheel is rolled over the body." the Indian put the pinwheel on the index finger of his right hand and let it roll over the torso of his slave, with gentle movements over his six pack, then over the massive chest along the irritated nipples through the thick chest hair, further into the armpits, which made the slave bellow a squeezed scream of lust out of Manhor's throat. Then Akshay began to jump from place to place overe the muscle body so that the Arab was never quite sure where the pain was next. When Akshay worked the sole of his foot with the pinwheel, Manhor wanted to jump on the ceiling. But seconds later the sharp spikes of the wheels slid along his asshole and perforated the fabric of the underpants there, only to slide his throat high over the Adam's apple. The shackled Arab twisted and let out an incoherent series of moans and screams.

"Oh man, look at those big hairy muscles, how they fight in those tight and torn little underpants of mine. Your ass cheeks are tearing the fabric in two while your ass is almost being torn by the butt plug. That makes me pretty hard, bitch. "

When he felt the first drops of pleasure pouring out of his cock, he took it out of his uniform and rubbed his wet glans over the Arab's right leg.

"Hey, another man is gumming up your muscular thighs, how does it feel when my cream makes you wet there? Sticky, isn't it?"

Manhor looked down with raised eyebrows. He grunted and cocked his thighs as if that would make his Master stop.

"Hey Mano," Akshay whispered in his ear, "you are really just a big, gay mountain of muscles with an itchy man's hole and a hot, juicy cock that always has to be carefully controlled. I help you understand where these big nuts of you belong for what they are needed, nice and full ... so full ... good and hard. Yes, you are ready to explode, aren't you? But that doesn't work in your little tight chastity belt. Your cock belongs to me and I decide when you come and when and where you can spray your load. well, will you accept now that a stuffed asshole and a couple of nipple clamps and a little cum on your oh-so-manly legs lead you to orgasm when some other real man and Alpha is playing with your body, Mano. That would be pretty gay, wouldn't it? You're not going to spray your cream just because I'm around. If you want me to fuck you, then you have to learn some more control over your little dick and your body."

With a jerk he released the lock of the chastity belt and pulled the metal tube off Manhor's cock with a slipping plop. Semen filled the container and the erect cock initially remained shiny from the juice in the curved shape of the tube like a squeezed banana.

“I like it so much, Mano. I want to see you sticky down there all the time. You are not allowed to come though, I will always stop shortly before that, that's called edging. But if you are constantly dripping sticky, no matter where you are and think of me, imagine what I'm doing with you, at any time I decide to, that will keep your panties and those nice small shorts wet and will rub nicely on your helpless itchy glans. It will bring your nuts to permanent production of beautiful Arabian cock milk. Do you hear me, fag? From now on, when you work out, I want to see this big cock in production, drip, drip, drip. So stop masturbating if I haven't ordered it, stop using your fingers in your ass without permission! Do you understand that?"

Manhor nodded tentatively.

"I ask, did you understand that, slave?"

"Yes, master!" He replied dutifully.

Satisfied, Akshay bent down for the bag, took out two black gloves and pulled them on. Then he loosened the rubber bands from the bars. Mahor gratefully put his feet back on the cold floor and was also relieved a little bit on his arms and shoulders. The Indian stood in front of the bound slave and proudly presented him the gloves.

“Look what I have for you, this is a finger fuck glove, every finger brings a different feeling. While the middle finger is still quite smooth, the index finger has little spikes that scratch the walls of your ass tunnel. The ring finger is like a screw and the thumb has a pretty thick end. So every single one of them is certainly harmless as far as your hole is already prepared, but imagine how it feels when I play with several fingers in your cunt at the same time, how my hand slips completely into your hole and this glove transmits unexpected sensations. While the left scratches and itches, the right is gently stroking. And here is the topping! This other glove has soft silicone nubs that I'll jerk you off with while my fingers fuck you. Soft, delicate silicone on your cock and hard pimple fingers in your ass. The perfect mix of pain and tenderness for a whore like you! "

With both hands, Akshay tore the already perforated panties apart on the ass, so that Manhor was now bare front and back. The butt plug was pulled out slowly and fell slimy to the floor. At its tip there were traces of shit from Manhor's ass.

"You made it really dirty!" Scolded Akshay with a smirk and picked up the butt plug. With the smooth tip of the middle finger in the glove, he carefully wiped away the brown marks and guided the finger towards the fleshy lips of his prisoner. He tried to turn his head away, but the left hand in the kind of massage glove grabbed his cheeks and pressed his lips straight out.

"This is where the shit belongs, on your lips, beautifully applied like lip gloss!" Akshay explained while he gently spread the shit, diluted by the ass juice, on his lips right under Manhor's nose. “Brown suits you, supports your complexion! And now it's up to you, do you want to smell the shit all the time or do you just lick it off with your tongue, your decision! "

The Arab's nostrils widened like a horse's nostrils. He couldn't stand the smell for long, the stench was pathetic.

"Yeah slave," the master poked him, "sniff the shit out of your filthy fuckhole that takes the last bit of dignity away from you."

The grunt, like that of a sniffing pig's nose, grew louder and the Arab inhaled the scent of his ass juice. He stuck out his tongue helplessly and hesitantly began to lick. The bitter taste filled his mouth, but the stench continued to penetrate his nose. He accelerated his pace and licked his lips to the last corner as if it were a melting ball of ice. His rock hard dripping pecker was a clear signal for Akshay that the slave had accepted his fate, had found his place.

Manhor felt the large, rough hand of his master on his cheek, the various structures of the latex glove pressed into his skin. He turned to the caressing as the fingers felt and traced the contours of his face. A fire flared up inside him. A sound swelled deep in his throat that left his mouth as a barely audible moan.

“His hands own me and I want to be takeb completely in his embrace. I am the object of pleasure for another being, another man. "

A cool breeze raised the hair on Manhor's body and his nipples rose even more steeply, even within the nipple clamps. Passively surrendered to his master, he gives himself up when the right hand with the finger fuck glove slid down his back and the soft silicone glove simultaneously slid down his chest in circulating massage movements between the nipples, slowly exploring the territory and giving him an exquisite pleasure bestowed. Akshay loosened the nipple clamps and began again, this time stroking the Arab's face with the soft silicone hand. From the cheeks and the edge of the lips, down the neck, over the strong biceps and into the thickening hair of the forearms, Akshay traced the muscles of his slave to his fingers and thereby diverted attention away from his other hand, which was already within him middle and index finger stuck in the ass of his willing Arab and massaged the rosette from the inside. The front hand slid over his chest and touched his sensitized, reddened nipples. Manhor involuntarily lifted his chest to make even stronger contact with the caressing hand.

With the two fingers in the Arab's ass, Akshay explored the inside of his new man's cunt, turning his fingers to the right, then to the left into the damp cave. Soon he was working with four fingers at the same time.

“Do you feel the different sensations of each finger, slut? The struktures of the glove in your lovetunnel? Here is the scratchy one!” Akshay pressed his index-finger with the spikes outwards against the walls of the warm crevice.

The whimpering of the slave, who in the meantime had noticed the attack on his hole despite the caresses of the silicone glove, which was scratching his balls in a relaxed manner, threw a resounding echo into the room. Still, he couldn't avoid it, and responded with his bum to the fingers in his ass by starting to wiggle them. The Indian then slowly put his thumb with the strange latex knob in the palm of his hand and pushed his entire pointed fist into the longing hole. The glove slid in without resistance as if the Arab ass was born for it. At first he moved his fist carefully and slowly, but soon he built up speed and his fist slid into the slippery, damp shaft.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna make a bloody fortune with this ass if I offer you as a whore!" So hot, so cute, my arm disappears up to my elbow! My fist turns your butt into a loud cunt! You should see your ass lips sucking the hair on my arm and smacking my fist! And how cool it looks when the black hair on your ass is sticking together in thick tufts of all the assjuice that oozes out of your cunt! "

Manhor's ass was on fire when his master's fist shaped him into a whore's cunt from the inside. He had the feeling that the fist was so deep that it would come straight out of his mouth again, and again he was in wanker heaven, because the silicone hand was now massaging his shaft at the same time just as quickly as the other fist rammed his chute.

“May I come, master? Please I can't stand it anymore. Your fist feels so good inside me, makes me your muscle slave. Fuck me harder, harder, I want to suck your fist up to my shoulder, that's all I am, muscles without a brain, a moist warm hole for your satisfaction. Oh my Goooddddd, ohh jeeeeaaaahhhh, moooorrreee, deeeeeppppeeerr! Oh yes, iiiiii cuuuuummmmmingg! "

Splash, splash, splash, geysers of semen slammed from his cock onto the floor. The fist was removed from his new formed cunt, and before his worn hole narrowed again, Akshay held his cock a few centimeters in front of it and squirted his sperm into the open waiting cave. It ran down the ass canal like there was a well shaft there. Then the rosette narrowed slowly and squeezed out a few drops of Indian sperm.

When the Arab was hanging limp and exhausted into his thong, his tail and hole where dripping, Akshay loosened the chains of each hand individually and let the tired, muscular body sink to the ground. He took a few more items out of his pocket, helped his slave lie down on his cot and placed a pink nipple teat over each nipple. He squeezed the ball twice and Manhor's nipples were pulled out of his chest.

“We'll leave them on for now. I want you to have nipples like little cocks! Nice two centimeter long nipples that scratch your T-shirt while exercising and pass the feeling on to your cock, so sensitive that you are constantly stiff and dripping. And anyone who sees you in a t-shirt will wish to suckle on them, they will think why this Arab's got such stiff nipples from. And they'll do that, suck on your nipples, strange men you meet on the street, just made horny by your appearance, keen on a quick act. ”With these words he reached behind him and pulled out another toy .

“This is an ass anchor that prevents you from tightening again. Look, I squeeze the ends together, then it's very narrow and when I let it go of in your ass, plop, they jump apart and spread you wide. The feeling of being completely stuffed and being relentlessly stretched for hours must be indescribable. Lubricant is probably not necessary when I see my juice still dripping from your hole! "

Shortly afterwards, Manhor was lying motionless on the mattress with pink nipple suckers and an anchor dildo in his ass, concentrating on the strange new feelings and sensations that ran through his body. After taking off his uniform, the Indian had leaned over him and held each part of his body in front of his face.

First Manhor licked the hairy armpits clean, then he laid his flat hairy chest on the lips of the Arab, who greedily inhaled the aroma of his master and wandered from nipple to nipple with his flat tongue, removing all the sweat from the sexual escapade he had just carried out. At the end Akshay crouched back over his face and pressed his ass cheeks on the mouth of his slave, so that he was almost breathless. Without thinking, the Arab's tongue shot out and penetrated deep into his master's hole, cleaning his ass canal from the inside. He tasted the bitter whiff of the remains of shit and ass juice, the sweaty buttocks rested on his cheeks, so that the sweat of the Indian ran straight from his ass down his face. Nothing bothered him, he was helpful to his master, licked him out as he was asked to, and maybe he would be rewarded for it ...

"Now only one thing is missing!" Indicated Akshay promisingly, when he had been licked enough. “I want you to smell me, that my smell is ingrained in your brain like a parasite. When you see me, think of me, dream about me, you should smell my sweat, feel the taste of my sperm on your tongue! Is that what you want, slave? ”Manhor nodded in the affirmative and expectantly. He took off the sweat-dripping T-shirt that he had just been wearing from the floor, took off his left sports sock and stuffed it halfway into the Arab's mouth, wet as it was.

"Sssstttinnnnkkkkkssssss!" He tried to communicate through the gag. But Akshay was far from finished. He twisted the shirt loosely into a roll, careful not to wring out the sweat, and used it to tie the sock around the slave's mouth. He felt the clammy, sweaty fabric, the drops that ran from it into his mouth due to the tension in the knot. Like a baby on a pacifier, Manhor sucked on the gag and tried to draw the moisture from it into his mouth.

"Hmmmm," mused Akshay, "I don't want this to drie too quickly!" And began to wank his long cock in front of Manhor's eyes. He smeared the first drops on the Arab's forehead as if to baptize him with them. When the climax came, he pressed his glans into the spot on the T-shirt where Manhor's mouth was open from the sock. He soaked the gag so much that a small amount of semen actually dripped through the shirt and sock onto the Arabs tongue. When he pulled his cock away, Manhor followed it longingly with his eyes. One last thick drop slipped from the glans onto the soaked gag just below Manhor's left nostril. He could see the white drop resting there and couldn't resist as he began to suck with his nose on it and first pulled the drop a little longer, then, as in telekinesis, made it move slowly towards him over the fabric until it finally made a dip in his nostril.

Even Akshay was surprised by the spectacle. However, at the same time it gave him the confirmation. His Arab was broken, there was no more pride, no dignity and no sense of honor, all that still dominated him now was the pure thought of sex. He was ready for the next stage of his development!