Arab stallion to pussy slave

After working on the fifth day, Akshay ordered his slave to lie on the floor in the center of the cellar room. He attached the straps to the Arab's feet and threaded the rubber bands through the eyelets and hooks on the ceiling so that Manhor was lying on his back on the floor with his legs upright. The Indian took the pinwheel and circled the exposed rosette of his slave, who screamed with pleasure and excitement like a blonde in a slasher movie. More than 30 minutes later, Akshay began to drive the pinwheel up and down the stiff shaft of his prisoner, irritating the scrotum with it and even rolling it through the piss slit at the tip of the glans, which showed drops of pre-cum. After the pinwheel, Akshay took a feather glove and used it to stroke the defenseless body of the Arab, who writhed lustfully in the pampering. He paid special attention to the soles of the slave's feet by tickling them with the feathers for minutes. He repeated the procedure of painful pinwheel and soft feathers a total of four times, it was total brainwashing and mindfucking for Manhor, who, due to the alternation between punishment and caress, did not know whether to scream in pain or in pleasure. When Manhor was completely drained from screaming, laughing and squirming, Akshay repositioned the pink nipple suckers and ass anchor and let him sleep with his legs in the air on the dusty, hard and cold floor.

The next evening Akshay entered the cell and was grinning from ear to ear. Without saying anything he took two ecstasy tablets out of his pants pocket and put them in his mouth. In an instant of a second he pressed his mouth on the arabs lips kissing him hard and shoving his tongue into the slave's mouth. The tongue moved around and circled so that one tablet slid into Manhor's mouth and began to melt on his tongue before he swallowed it down. It only took a minute and Manhor was riding his masters cock as he was even hornier than he had ever been by the effect of the pill.

"I'm a whore for you.....I'm you're fucking wife... Breed my cunt ass.... Give me your babies to carry them out... Fuck me senseless as I am a worthless slut... Fill my hole, master, please..." "Take my cock you slut....." he shouted, sticking his tongue into his slaves mouth again and he came big squirts into the arabs cunt. The fucking though didn't stop. He sped up and both of them were sweaty all over in between another minute. Akshay began jerking his slave's cock with his hand and  whispered in his ear: “I want to come in your little boy-hole again. Call me daddy, boy! Do you want to be my little boy?” “Yes daddy!” Manhor answered in a breathless tone not stopping his ass riding the big cock. Manhor came spraying his sperm over his daddies chest up to his chin and his ass went wild on the cock that was buried inside his tight cunt. “DADDYYYYY!” he screamed and Akshay came at the same moment flooding the cunt a second time. After a few more thrusts he withdrew his cock but Manhor didn't want it to be over. The drugs in his body still made him so horny he could take cum in every opening all nicht. “Daddy you hot cum in my cunt is so great. Don't stop, please. Fill me more, flood me until your baby batter flows out of every crevice of my body!” Manhor begged and the grinning was back on Akshay's face. He new, the slave would not try to escape any more, at least not as long the drugs took effect. He drags Manhor out of the cell up the stairs and into his bedroom. Manhor lay down sticking his ass up and soon he had his daddies cock thrusting in him again. He didn't love Akshay, maybe he loved what he did to him. Maybe it was only the drugs. He hated his kidnapper but somehow was so happy to derve him, to be his slutty whore. He needed to be wanted and he wanted to be a whimpering puppy underneath a real man. Manhor wanted to be fucked, he was addicted to the fucking and his master's cream filling his ass and mouth. He couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to be fucked until his ass was a bleeding mass. He wanted to make daddy happy and proud of him. Never before in his life did he have an orgasm like this, and he did have a very activ fucking-schedule before. But getting it in his ass, being a slut and being dominated and humiliated made him lose it. He could cum just thinking about this.

After Akshay shot five loads into his slaves cunt he got tired. He was sure, Manhor would stay with him even if he was not caged, but didn't want to risk anything just because of his intuition. So before they slept he bound the arabs hands to the bedframe. Soon he heard the slave snoring as for a long time this was a very comfortable bed with lots of cushions and a soft blanket above the sweat-dampened sheets. Satisfied he lay his naked body next to the arab's and put an arm around his muscled chest sliding his hand through the soft hair. As he woke up a few hoers later, he still was lying at his slave's back, his morning-boner nestling between the hairy asscheeks and his hands still running over the incredible olive skin body combing the dark thick hair on it. He inhaled deep and took in the musky scent of the sleeping arab and the sex-drenched sheets of the night before. Akshay thought about waking the “boy” up but decided otherwise. The hole was still somehow wet and slippery from all the juices flowing in and out of it. So he decided to just aim at it and have a go. The slave would wake up sooner or later. So he started to stroke the full mounds of the hairy ass in front of him with his brawny hands, kneading the buns and stroking the inner thighs. The arab began to groan in his sleep, obviously liking the touch.

Waking up he hears daddy's voice whispering: "Are you awake, boy?" The arab can sense the  horniness and assumes that his master / his daddy is already hard. He can feel the bounds of his wrists being loosened and reaches back behind him as his hands are free, feeling and touching his daddy's prick at full mast. "Mmmmhhhh, yes Daddy." he answers in a still sleepy voice and strokes the hard manhood at his cunt. Manhor doesn't know if there is still some effect of the ecstasy, he doesn't care. Everything he needs in the world is here in bed with him. "Take me daddy, feed me my morning breakfast?" Without warning, he pushes his thick dick from between the boy's fingers into the moist hole. The entering is the touch of a daddy who knows how to use a boy pussy. Soon his moving dick has the arab moaning loudly, arching his back into the groin of his daddy to get more of him into his cunt.

Manhor starts mewling like a bitch in heat. "Oooohhh, Daddy! ohhhhh! Fuck! Yeah! So good... Fuck me Daddy! Inshallah... Fuck your arab faggot bitch... cunt... make me a whore! baba beni fahişe yap. Sik beni sert ve kirli" Manhor is babbling the words, unable to withstand the sexual assault on his cunt and his masters cock and not recognizing that he is mixing the languages. The sex is as pure, primal and animalistic as it was the night before. They behave like mating beasts  tearing at their bodies, kissing and spitting at each other faces, grinding their fingernails into each others flesh and crying out grunts and screams that don't sound human any more. Manhor's boner is stiff as steal; the act of submitting to his daddy arouses him endlessly. He feels his arab pussy lips flare outward each time his daddy withdraws his cock from his boy's cunt. "Ahhhh?..ohhhhh! Aman Allahım! Fuck yes Daddy! Take your boy's pussy Daddy! This pussy is YOOOOUUUURRRRSSSSSFFFFOOOORREEVVVVEEEERR! Sana aitim! Bana tam püskürtün!" Manhor's voice is high as a schoolgirl's crying as his daddy penetrates him harder and faster from minute to minute.

"This pussy has always been mine, you just didn't know where it belonged to before you met me! But boy is making Daddy happy now. Daddy is filling his boy's cunt with his chocolate boner! Taaakkeee iiittt boooyyyy!"

Driven by the verbal assaults the arab's pussy acted like a hungry mouth around the pounding shaft, devouring it entirely. The slave-boy pounded back against his daddy to meet each thrust even deeper, raw need taking over his entire actions, loving the feel of being filled to the brim. Akshay is breathing harder now, somewhat gasping out incoherent words as he feels my slimy inner flesh undulating around his hard cock. Manhor smiles  satisfied as  he finds a new muscle in his ass to clench even more around the probing manhood inside him. Manhor tries to put one of his fingers next to the cock in his ass to open his cunt even more. It is difficult though as his daddy's forceful penetration has culminated in heavy and relentless hammering into his slutty hole. The boy can feel the sweaty hairy belly at his back tickling body hair on his skin and he continues to push his ass into each of the inward thrusts. The cock seems to be so thick and long now, that Manhor thinks he can feel it in his stomach. He now is just a mindless bitch in heat, moaning incoherently, biting into the cushions, hammering his hands on the mattress totally in an abnormal sexual and emotional craze.

Suddenly daddy forms words out of his nearly breathless mouth that make the boy  go apeshit: "Do you... want me to...place my cum... inside your boy-cunt, cream you? You want me..to make..you...pregnant bitch? Want..Daddy to put...a baby..inside you?"

Manhor loses all sense of reality and screams out  the answer that already had palaced itself deepinside his brain. "YEEESSSSS OOOHHH DADDY! CUM INSIDE YOUR BOY! BREED ME! FUCKING MAKE YOUR BOY PREGNANT! PUT YOUR GODLY INDIAN BABY IN MY POOR ARAB PUSSY! ITS YOUR'S TO TAKE! Beni ilahi sperminle doldur, beni hamile bırak. Bebeklerini dişi amına püskürt!"

With that, the boy cums hard, harder than ever before. It felt like his little dick was split in two by the amount of seed he erupted. His sperm shoots in white ropey strands from his dick in all directions, covering the bed-linen, the wall and even a few spurts up to the ceiling while his hole convulses around his daddy's big dick. Akshay is groaning out his own climax as he himself has reached the edge and injects his manly essence deep into the boy's bowels. Both their bodies are covered in a sheen of their sweat gluing together by the wetness. Akshay leaves his softening dick inside his boy. Full of emotion Akshay turn his slaves head towards his own face and their mouths meet again thrusting their tongues deep into each others mouth exploring and mingling their spit. The aggression of their kiss takes both their breaths away while their lips are scratched by the stubble of each other.  Their kiss grows even deeper until they are practically eating up each other's faces, nibbling on their chins, cheeks and necks, coating them in a thick layer of spit. After about four minutes of intense kissing they fell exhausted from the sex back onto the bed and dozed off.

Manhor woke up the next morning and was completely irritated. He was lying in a soft bed under a duvet with his head on a soft white down pillow. The room around him was furnished with a lot of natural wood furniture, but the style didn't quite fit together. He thought he was dreaming, but before he could do anything, his master entered the room with a cake in his hand.

"Happy birthday, my handsome!" He greeted him.

"Is it my birthday today?" Asked Manhor in surprise.

"At least that's what your ID says! I have a very special surprise for you! ”He put the cake down next to the bed and took Manhor's left hand. “Look, a tattoo! How good the black ink does between the dark body hair! I'm sorry that I had to numb you for it, I know you would have enjoyed the sting, but I didn't want to ruin the surprise. "

Manhor stared at his hand, which had a letter tattooed on each of the four fingers except the thumb. The edges of the writing were still slightly red. He tried to turn the letters in his head and decipher the word, but he was not familiar with the old script.

FIST

“It says FIST, isn't that cool?” His master helped him. "And now look at the other hand!"

The Arab hesitantly lifted his left hand from under the covers and stared at the letters.

SLUT

"Sluht!" He pronounced the word without understanding that the English word SLUT was actually meant.

“Imagine your hands are tied up, in a gay pub, at a dirty public trucker toilet or at a private porn party, and everyone can read what you are. Fistslut, a slut who can't get her ass full enough, an Arab whore hole that needs to be plugged, anytime, anywhere! Do you like it?"

Before he could even decide whether he should find the writing cool despite what it said, he felt an itch on his chest. He lifted the bedspread and tried to scratch it with his right hand, but Akshay grabbed the hand in time and held it back.

“Don't scratch it, it'll destroy the work of art!” He warned. “I had your name tattooed on your chest. It wasn't that easy between the thick hair, but it turned out very beautiful, a real masterpiece! ”He took a hand mirror that was lying on the bedside table and held it so that the Arab could see the writing. It was easier to read because it was written in small letters.

arab manwhore sucker

“But my name is Arad, with D and that's all spelled wrong!” He complained.

“It says what you are! That's your name, forget Arad, forget Manhor, forget Sokkar, even if a pet gets a name, a dog remains a dog, a cat a cat and a cocksucker a sucker! "

"What happens when I go to the gym and take a shower somewhere, everyone will see and laugh at me!"

“Nobody will laugh. See it as a sign of strength that you can be so open about your sexuality. Many would be ashamed, hahaha! And if you see a tat like that, you will want to test the goods rather than laugh at it! Come on, eat a piece of birthday cake, there is another present waiting for you! "

Obediently, the Arab began to eat the piece of cake with a fork. He tasted strawberry cream and chocolate on a juicy sponge cake dough and was a little disappointed that apparently no specialty of his master was included in this dish.

"Are you missing something?" Akshay asked with a grin and pulled out his cock. "Maybe a little cream? I couldn't mix them in because we were going to have visitors soon, and I don't want to offer your favorite dish to them! ”A few movements with his hand up and down the cock and the cream oozed out and was absorbed by the sponge cake on the plate . "Now you should taste it more, eat it up!"

Someone rang the doorbell and Akshay left the room briefly. Manhor heard a strange male voice in the hallway. His master returned with a boy who was probably just 18 years old. Dressed in a ripped skinny jeans and denim vest without anything underneath, you could see his tattoos and piercings, which covered a large part of his body. His pimply face was long and gaunt with wide, full lips and under straw-blond hair, which looked straight, were searching blue eyes. A tuft of blonde whiskers grew on his chin, which was pierced by a silver plug below the lip. He was probably proud of the first hairs on his face, which is why he did not remove the brush. A thick gold chain hung around his thin neck and on his arm he wore a blue plastic watch like the one given to preschool children by their parents. The tattoos on the arms looked engraved themselves, at least not professionally. They were pale and the motifs were mostly unrecognizable. The boy looked cheap and unkempt.

“This is Sven, your present for today! Sven is a hustler, a cheep hustler I have to admit, but let yourself be surprised. So off to the basement!” Akshay grabbed Manhor and pulled him out of bed past the skinny boy, whom Manhor looked a little appraisingly.

When he arrived down in the basement, he was completely surprised when the boy, who probably weighed just 70 kg and thus only weighed a little over half his own weight, hit him on the chin so that he fell to the ground.

“Don't you dare walk past me with such arrogance, faggot! Who do you think you are!” He scolded the shocked Arab on the ground. "I think you have to be given some respect!" Manhor looked for his master and looked at him helplessly. However, he just leaned relaxed against the cellar wall and smoked a cigarette while he watched what was happening.

Sven hooked his mouth full of saliva from the depths of his throat, bent his head over the still astonished Arab on the floor and let the snot drip onto his face in a long thick thread. With the sole of his shoe he rubbed the saliva against the skin of the muscle slave, pressing his face into the concrete. Manhor wanted to get up but was pushed back to the ground with the foot of the prostitute on the back of his neck.

"Lick my spit off the floor! Just look how much went wrong! "

Manhor began to lick the floor with his wide tongue and you could hear the slurping noises while the foot on the back of his neck steered him like a cleaning rag. When he had removed all saliva from the floor, Sven yanked him up by his hair into a kneeling position from which he had to look at him.

"Look at me and don't move," the hustler ordered. Sven again collected his mouth full of spit and let it slowly drip onto the pretty Arab face. His spit landed directly above the right eye on the bridge of the slave's nose and ran from there over his lips.

"Now open your mouth." Sven dropped another load of spit into Manhor's mouth. "Do you understand now, it is much easier for a faggot like you to obey someone. Life is so much easier when you obey. It is your job to follow and serve a master, regardless of age or stature or wealth, for you all men are the same, cocks to suck and to be fucked! So accept everything without question. Now take my cock in your hot Arab lips and serve me. "

Manhor reached up, undid the buttons on his jeans and pulled them down. Sven was not wearing underpants and a long hard cock jumped towards him. He smelled the scent of soap and sweat. The Arab took the cock in his mouth and began to suck it enthusiastically. Manhor began to enjoy the blowjob, knowing that this was what gave him pleasure. He could taste the first drops of semen in his mouth. He wanted more and felt the hustler's hands on the back of his head. Then he felt the long cock pulsing in his mouth as Sven came to his orgasm. The shaft was pushed harder and faster into his mouth and semen filled his mouth and throat.

"Swallow it, you wanker!" Sven growled through clenched teeth.

Manhor could taste the sperm in his mouth while Sven didn't stop fucking his mouth. The slave yelped like a bitch with his mouth full because he enjoyed the taste of the fresh sperm so much.

Sven didn't wait long for the Arab slave to recover. He turned and pressed his bare ass right in front of Manhor's face. He grabbed his knuckles with both hands and ordered to lick his ass. After Akshay's smooth brown bum, this was the second ass to lick. He hesitated because the hustler had pimples on his light-skinned buttocks. But obediently as he was used to it by now, he opened his mouth and licked his ass cheeks with his tongue.

"My asshole, fagot," Sven barked at him. "Lick my asshole you gay bastard. Stick your tongue in and clean me up, my stinking crack. Slow down and enjoy it. I want to feel your tongue licking every greasy drop of sweat out of it. Then you can get all the rest of the shit by licking deep inside. "

Manhor opened his mouth and put his tongue to the opening of Sven's ass. He smelled quite clean at first, but when his tongue touched the rosette, Sven pushed his ass back so far that Manhor fell on his back and he was pushed onto the floor with the hustler's ass. He was practically sitting on the slave's face now. He couldn't see or smell anything but Sven's youthful ass. And he was totally satisfied with that. The asshole was pink and very hot inside. It also had a few brown streaks. Sven was apparently not careful when it came to wiping his ass. Manhor managed to look sideways at the inside of his jeans, which showed a number of skid marks - and they looked far from fresh. However, this no longer mattered to him, nor did the crispy crust on the inside walls of the youth's asshole.

He poked his nose in and rubbed it around, no longer repulsed by the smell that resembled his Master's. Then he stuck his tongue in and began making careful circles. The crusty chunks on his wet tongue melted, but he had to lick the sticky blond ass hair harder to get the rest of the old shit out of there.

"Pfffffttttt" came a powerful fart from the hustler's bum and covered Manhor's face in a stinking cloud. Disgusted, he tried to push the adolescent's body away from him, but despite his weight of only 70 kg, he couldn't.

"A little free sample!" Joked Sven and let go of another fart. "I have to piss," Sven shouted and pulled his ass away from his researching tongue. Manhor knew what was going to happen now, which he couldn't prevent anyway. He got up on all fours with his hands and face toward the floor. The Arab felt a hard stream of hot piss on his head, and then run down his throat. Sven enjoyed the sight of his powerful jet of thick, yellow juice shooting at his borrowed slave to see how the yellow drops ricocheted off the dark skin and settled in the black body hair. For more than twenty seconds he sprayed the Arab from head to toe. "Now for the last drop, Ali! Open your whore's mouth!".

Manhor was more than ready to taste the fresh urine. He kneeled up on his back legs and stuck his tongue wide out of his mouth. Another powerful stream of piss hit him directly on the tongue and splashed into his right eye, then ran down his throat and chest to gather around his cock in his underpants.

"Take off the wet stuff and kneel in front of the bed!" He ordered. Manhor heard the belt being pulled out of his jeans behind him. Sven came up to him and knelt next to him and ordered him to kiss the strap before using it on him. Manhor obediently kissed the wide leather belt while Sven slowly and gently caressed his ass. He got up and walked behind the Arab kneeling over the bed, looking excitedly at the well-trained hairy ass. Manhor held his breath in anticipation and suddenly the belt slammed hard and sharp over his ass cheeks. He twitched and gasped for a moment, and then another punch came over and over. Sven let the blows wander alternately up and down the back, legs and ass of the slave. He was very skilled and so Manhor lost himself in a feeling of lust and intense sensation, moving his ass with every blow of the whip and gasping for more, after harder blows.

Sven reached under the bed and took out a huge dildo, which he had placed there apparently unnoticed. The dildo did not seem to have been cleaned or only very sloppily, it still looked quite sticky and was stuck with pubic hair and assslime all over the place. Manhor estimated that it was shaped like the dick of a colored man because it was extremely long and wide.

"Do you like it? There's still enough ass juice from me on it that I don't even have to prepare it with lube! ”Sven pressed the huge dildo into the Arab's hand. "Do it yourself, fuck your manwhore hole for us!"

With these words he joined Akshay and they both lit a cigarette while they watched intently the slave as he helplessly weighed the large dildo in his hands, estimated its size and apparently wondered how it should begin ..

Manhor led the tip of the sticky dildo to the edge of his asshole, which instantly bloomed and actually opened for the dildo. His pussy lips showed how impatient he was to feel the huge dildo inside being used by a starnger before. He couldn't believe this was happening. He wanted to fuck himself with this monstous horsedick, with a black dildo dick while two men watched him.

“Come on, slave!” Sven poked him, “The part is still damp and sticky from my ass juice, it should slip well! If it fits into me slim guy, a muscle whore like you should have an easier time! "

OK! He shoved it a few centimeters into his ass and he shouted loudly "I'm a cunt whore!" While the fat dildo glans slowly made its way further inside and he had to use more and more force, the two spectators were amazed at the ease with which he picked up this massive part. Halfway down the length, after about 12 centimeters, he felt a violent pain and, startled, pulled the dildo out again. The lips of his male cunt pulsed pink sucking on the large round glans of the black dildo and did not want to let it escape. He slowly pushed it back again and this time it slipped in another two inches with a smacking sound. Manhor groaned as he raped his own male pussy with the huge dildo and sucked up the last few centimeters of the monster part.

"Rape the hole, fagot!" Sven fired at him, "You know what you like! You will probably be raped by dozens of men, real strong men who will use your hot ass and cum. If you do not practice, they will destroy your hole. Yes, you know you want a huge wet cock in your hole, in your pussy! "

It wasn't long before the Arab began to ride the big black dildo for men's entertainment. It was much larger than he had initially thought, and it took some time to absorb the black veined bulges of the dildo into his tight brown hole until it stopped. Feeling more full than ever before, he got up and pressed his dildo-filled ass to the floor. In the squat position he rode the dildo, let it slide halfway out of his ass and then push it back in with a swing. He threw his head back and howled with happiness.

"Yes, I fuck my hole, my big soft pussy!" He screamed and pushed the dildo harder and harder.

Sven stepped back into the cell and put Manhor in a doggy-style position. He grabbed the base of the dildo and turned it neatly in the slave's ass, touching his prostate to make sure it had reached all the important places. Then he took two fingers, managed to widen the hole a little more and pushed his cock together with the dildo into the soft pulsating hole. Manhor had never expected that and began to grunt like the pig he was now. Delirious with pleasure, he leaned his head far back, laid it on the hustler's shoulder while the hustler gave him powerful thrusts with his cock and the black dildo at the same time. Manhor, the straight Arab and womanizer, began kissing the hustler and licking his pimply white face, running his tongue through the fluff of his blond whiskers and sucking the cheap piercing over his chin with his lips.

"BY ALLAH, FUCK ME, PUT ME YOUR BIG BOY'S COCK DEEP IN, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE, RAMM MY HOLE LIKE A CARNICK, I AM YOUR CUNT! HARDER, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR JUICY FAT DICK IN MEEEEEEEEEEEEE! "

While Sven was still fucking the Arab, he lifted his muscular body and pushed him towards the toilet. With his long cock in the slave's ass, Sven grabbed the back of Manhor's head and pushed it into the dirty toilet bowl, so that the slave's cries of pleasure fell silent in the gurgling of the brown-yellow toilet water. Manhor swallowed quite a bit of water and had to find out whoever had used the pot besides himself, that he had not rinsed it. At least the larger turds had sunk to the floor of the toilet. Sven pushed his hard cock deeper into the slave hole and pressed harder on his head, so that Manhor's nose finally touched one of the poop sausages. When the Arab felt the pressure on the back of his head loosen, he was on the verge of drowning. He tore his face out of the china bowl and gasped deeply. The brown water ran from his hair down his face and left light brown streaks there. If Manhor could have seen himself in the mirror like that, he would not have had the slightest doubt that the proud and noble Arab had become a sex-hungry animal slut, a fuck pig that had his holes willingly opened and filled for his master, for his master's friends and who knows who else.

Sven pulled out his cock and dildo after a ten minute fuck in which he had cum twice in the ass and Manhor had even come three times on the concrete floor and looked at the pink hole that was wide open. It felt like he was looking into an endless tunnel made of soft pink skin.

"Please, keep fucking me, I'm your cunt, your hole! Inshallah, deliğimi doldur!” The Arab pleaded.

But Sven had other plans. He turned Manhor onto his back, lifted his legs over his shoulders so that his asshole was pointing straight up to the ceiling. Then he pressed his ass firmly against the slave's ass. It wasn't long before the prostitute's sphincter relaxed and a thick brown sausage peeled out of his buttocks, only to disappear directly into the Arab slave's wide, loosened hole. Manhor groaned and couldn't believe it. Another man shits into his ass, uses it as a toilet and puts his wasty turd in his arab chute ... And yet he didn't struggle, stayed calmly in position and was rewarded with a second six centimeter piece of shit that slid into his hole like a worm and disappeared.

"Wow man," gasped Sven and straightened up, put the Arab's legs down and rubbed his shitty ass over the arab's hairy chest to get rid of the brown traces. Then he grabbed Manhor's right hand, licked it wet and brushed the side of it down his asshole as if it were damp toilet paper. The hand emerged in a smeary brown from the gap between the buttocks and Manhor stared at it a little too long in horror. “What are you looking at, slave! Here! ”Sven barked at him and smashed his poop-smeared hand into the Arab's face so that he slapped himself.

“I've already seen a lot, but this ... man ... I almost feel guilty if I even take money for it! How long do you say, has the Arab bitch been training with you? " he asked Akshay.

He grabbed his jeans and put them on without worry. Much of the shit hung in Manhor's chest hair and on his hand or from the blow to the side of the stubble, the rest would join the old skid marks in his jeans.

"A little over a week!" Replied Akshay, visibly proud.

“A natural talent, such a pig, hard to believe that he ever had sex in any other way ...! Can i have my money now? 200 were agreed! "

"It's on the Arab today!" Akshay giggled in amusement and Manhor looked at him questioningly with wide eyes.

"But I don't have any money, and that should be a birthday present!"

Grinning, Akshay reached into the pocket of his pants and took out a Breitling. "Do you also take this as payment?"

"Hey, that's mine, and an original that cost over € 6,000!" Protested the Arab from the ground.

"Slaves don't have such value possessions!" laughed Akshay and waved the expensive luxury watch in the air.

"Well, I already have a watch, but it looks a little better!"

"Then we swap, the slave can still wear your Scout boy's watch!" Suggested the Indian sardonically.

"Oh, come on, I can't tie such a cheap plastic item to my strong forearms, what should that look like!" Manhor tried to get up because the cell door was still open. His face wasn't as relaxed as it was before. He felt more degraded by the swap of the watches than at the moment when a prostitute spread his shit on his chest, which he could still smell in his nose. But before he got near the cell door, it slammed in front of his nose.

"Enough now, not a word more, stretch out your left arm!" Akshay ordered and put the cheap blue watch on him, which was much too tight around his wrist and pressed the flesh in.

“OK, guys, thank you!” Sven said goodbye. “If you're looking for someone again, you know where to find me! Have a nice birthday, pig Ali! ”With pig-like grunts he went up the cellar stairs in front of Akshay and left the smelly Arab standing alone in his dungeon in the piss puddle.