[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences. In real life, they do.]
The first nearly 50 chapters of a story that has led to this one that I've written were completed by Jay Benson. Circumstances in 2020 caused him to discontinue writing. Upon my asking his permission to continue and conclude the saga in 2025, he graciously consented. That has led to “Jessie’s Saga”.
Aftermath
Seven years have passed. The eunuch pig is still servicing the soldiers and servants for whose pleasure the brothel exists. The Caliph comes once every few weeks or so to be pleasured by the eunuch pig as it is now commonly known. The pig is so skilled at using its throat and asshole to please the men using the brothel that word has spread around the region. Other brothel owners pay the Caliph to have their new sluts come for two or three weeks to be trained by the pig.
It does not seem that the pig’s smaller sized body from diminished testosterone has diminished the strength of its throat or hole muscles at all. In its case, its uncircumcised penis is always limp and hanging. its sexual desire and libido are gone.
When it speaks (which is rare), it has been heard to say things like, “I must serve all Muslim men’s cocks like they were the beautiful cock of My Beloved Caliph. Serving them gives me happiness.” This mystifies the soldiers, because they know that it was the Caliph that took its balls . . . and that he even sometimes hangs them around the pig’s neck when he fucks it!
(I am a eunuch brothel slut. I am the slave of My Caliph and Master, Haroun. I love my owner – and I fear him. I did something to hurt and anger him greatly. I do not remember what it was. I am bound to him. I must always obey him.)
Over these seven years, the eunuch pig’s days are an unending routine, the same each day, seven days a week. This does not seem to bother or bore it. it appears eager to service every cock it sees exposed. Just as a four-legged pig ruts in the sty constantly for morsels of food, this pig is constantly “rutting” for a rigid penis to suck or to “fuck” with his talented ass muscles.
Rashid has received word from the Caliph that he wishes him to bring Hamza to visit for two or three weeks between the school semesters. He wants him to meet and spend time with his two bastard sons of about the same age from two of his female concubines. Rashid is surprised and pleased. He checks Hamza’s school calendar and replies with a feasible date. They make the arrangements.
The Caliph has sent his private plane. Hamza has never flown on an airplane, let alone a private one. Ronnie, his mother, with the memory of his father’s death on exactly such a flight, is very nervous about the whole idea, but she relents. Arriving in Sinai, Hamza is thrilled. The Caliph is impressed with his fluency in Arabic. It is what Hamza speaks at home all the time as well as at lessons with the imam. The family has been close with the imam and his wife since before Hamza can remember. They are more like an aunt and uncle to him. All of this pleases Haroun immensely.
It turns out that Hamza and Waqas and Adwan hit it off right away. They play and enjoy each other’s company greatly. This is seen by Haroun is most promising. He is always plotting ahead, and Hamza would be an apt assistant for him, just as his father had been before his treachery was found out.
On the second day there, Rashid approaches the Caliph asking whether the eunuch pig is still alive and active in the brothel. When he is told that it most definitely is – and about its popularity and even reputation in the region – Rashid asks if he might use it.
“Of course you can, Rashid. By all means. You will not quite recognize it. its head and face are now like the rest of its body – hairless, not even eyebrows. Also, without much testosterone due to its castration, its body has lost its muscle and become more rounded and has more fatty tissue. The pig appears not female but certainly not exactly male, either. its always completely limp two-inch or so remnant of the once impressive cock it had just hangs down from its crotch with a foreskin hanging from its tip . The pig used to be looked at due to its beauty. Now it’s looked at due to seeming to be some smooth worm-like creature. Oh, and Rashid – Here (Haroun takes a cord from around his neck), take these. Make the pig wear them as you use it. They were once hanging from its crotch!”
Rashid can’t wait and so heads straight for the brothel. Once there, he tells the soldier on duty that he wants to use the eunuch called pig. He’s told, “You’ll have to wait. You’re third in line. it’s the most in demand slut in the brothel. Has been for the last six years since word got around how great a slut it is. “No problem,” Rashid says. “I’ve heard. I’ll happily wait. Can I watch, too?” “Yeah. You can. Just don’t interrupt by horning in too close. it’s over in the sling in the corner servicing those two men.”
Rashid is fascinated watching . . . and just at seeing how physically smaller and rounder his brother-in-law looks . . . and how his also much smaller limp cock appears as it dangles between his unmuscular, chubby thighs. The pig deserves every bit of this, he muses to himself.
Once it’s his turn, Rashid positions himself with his jalabiya pulled up and cinched with his hard cock pointing at the pig’s face. The pig stares ahead with its mouth open and drooling tongue extended, reaching for Rashid’s formidable meat. But Rashid doesn’t enter the slut’s mouth right away. He takes his forefinger and places it under its chin, turning its face to look into his own.
“So, pig. You remember me, no?” “La ya sayyidi. (No Sir.)”
“You DON’T! I find that hard to believe. I am Rashid. I am your wife’s brother.”
“Wife, Sir? Do I have a wife?”
Rashid can’t believe his ears. “pig, what were you called before you were named ‘pig’?”
“Sir, I only remember being called ‘pig’.”
“Have you always been a brothel slut, pig?”
“I only remember being a slut here in this brothel, Sir.”
[“What? Don’t you remember speaking English . . . like I am doing right now?”]
“Sayiddi. I do not know what words you are saying.”
Rashid asks again, this time in Arabic.
“Sir, the first thing I can remember is being on that X-cross over there . . . and having my balls cut off.”
“You mean these, pig?” He takes the cord that Haroun lent him and puts it around the pig’s neck. Your balls were lent to me by your owner for you to wear as I use you. How does that make you feel, you white piece of shit?”
“Sir. It makes me sad to know that they hung under my cock. Though I do not remember, it must have gotten hard and made me feel good . . . like the way your cock will feel when I pleasure it, Sir. But I don’t ever have any moving of my little cock. I cannot get any pleasure feeling there. I do not even think about it, Sir. It is my place as a white heathen eunuch slut to make the cocks of Muslim men like you feel good. How can I service you, Sir?”
“You mean that even if you rub your little cock – nothing at all happens, slut?”
“Nothing at all, Sir.”
“It makes me glad to know that! You deserve it, you piece of shit. How long is that little cock, anyway?”
“The veterinarian says it is 2” long, Sir, plus the mark of the heathen that hangs off of its end another inch.”
“So – 2”, it never moves, and you can’t make it hard or make it pleasure you!”
“That is right, Sir. I feel it when I piss, Sir. I like pissing. My owner says that the only cock I need to think about is the one on the body of a Muslim man in front of me wanting my services. I am to make that cock as big as I can and keep it like that as long as I can. I obey and love my Master.”
Rashid laughs at the thought of the traitor only feeling anything from his little cock when it is pissing!
“Well, pig – suck this rigid, dripping Muslim cock that points at your mouth right now, then! Kiss it, lick it, and then suck it, you piece of shit!” It makes Rashid’s cock extra hard as he says this to his traitorous one-time brother-in-law. The pig lives up to the reputation that the Caliph recently told Rashid about. He cannot remember EVER having been more pleased by a blowjob . . . or by a fuck like the one that followed it.
The weeks pass fast. Soon, Rashid and Hamza bid farewell to Haroun and his two bastards, Waqas and Adwan. The plan has been made for Hamza to return for much of the summer each year as he finishes primary school. When there, he will pursue Koran lessons with Haroun’s imam, along with the bastard brothers.
Rashid thinks how the pig’s own son has been just yards from him for weeks, and he not only does not know it . . . he does not even remember that he has a son! So fitting, this justice for the traitor!
The next summer and each one for the next eleven years, this routine is followed. Hamza and Waqas and Adwan have become like brothers. This is especially good for Hamza, since he has no siblings. His mother, Ronnie, has gotten used to it and no longer fears his trips across the ocean in the Caliph’s private plane.
In high school in the U.S., Hamza is (strangely) placed in a Catholic boys’ school. Discussions between the imam and Rashid have determined that they can trust its reputation from the families of other Muslim boys who’ve gone there that he will not be proselytized, and since it’s the best education resource near enough for him to live at home and thus be able to continue lessons with the imam. The summers routine continues with Hamza and his would-be brothers spending them together at the Caliph’s headquarters in the desert.
It has come time for college. Hamza has excelled in science in high school. He is accepted in a good college in the U.S. where the Caliph wants him to study agronomy. It is a skill he wants to see used to help farmers in the caliphate. It will also add another logical piece to the rationale for him to move Hamza permanently to the caliphate headquarters after he finishes college.
The summer before college, while he is in the desert, Haroun suggests to Rashid that he introduce Hamza to both of the brothels on the lower level beneath his harem houses. He asks him to do the same for his two bastards . . . all three of them together. Rashid’s face lights up. He is more than pleased to do this.
He talks to the boys. He makes sure that they know what to do . . . both with the male and the female brothel sluts. The boys are VERY anxious to put into practice what they’ve wondered about and snuck videos of for a few years. Now, at last, and with approval, they’re going to “do it”.
They each get in line and get serviced. The first day, it’s in the female brothel. The next, it’s at the male brothel. They get in line . . . and Rashid makes sure that Hamza is given the pig to service him. Rashid raises the pig’s chin to look into his own face. The pig remembers Rashid from having serviced him every summer for the last several years.
But then, he turns the pig’s face toward the 6’tall 18-year-old and says, “Look at him. Make certain to remember him. Give him your BEST service, you white heathen eunuch slut!”
pig looks up into the face of Hamza – his once welcomed infant son of whom he has no memory – and sees a young Muslim man, around 6’ tall, with caramel complexion, grey eyes, brown almost black hair, cut short and mostly covered by a taqiyah, and a trimmed about 2” long all black beard.
Hamza looks a little puzzled at his “Dad’s” behavior. He looks and sees a head with a rather pudgy face that has not even the shadow of a beard, no eyebrows, and a bald head. But Hamza is too anxious to get on with the experience he’s about to have to think much more of it.
Rashid leaves Hamza alone to experience the pig’s servicing him. Hamza stands with his erect cock dripping and pointed toward pig’s open mouth, but Hamza doesn’t move forward. To his surprise, he feels like just studying the not very impressive body secured on its stomach to the fuck bench in front of him.
The pig is waiting and staring at the cock in front of him. He does this all the time, but usually the man will advance toward his mouth quickly. Since this man is not doing that, he takes more time staring.
(This cock reminds me of something. What? After my balls were cut off, I knew that for a little while my cock would look like it had before. I looked at it a lot and wondered how long before it would look like the things hanging between the legs of the other two eunuchs in the brothel. This cock in front of me reminds of my cock then . . . except that this one has nothing hanging from its tip.)
Since the man has still not moved forward, pig says, “Sir. pig wishes to pleasure you. Do you want a different slut?”
Stirred from his unexpected distraction looking at the body in front of him, Hamza says, “No, pig. I want you. I’m told you’re the best.” Then, he leans forward.
pig licks the leaking precum away. It moves from his tongue to his lower lip and hangs there extending downward. pig kisses the cum slit of Hamza’s cock and then begins his usual routine of service. pig is feeling drawn to going longer and servicing this man more carefully than usual. (Why do I feel like I should do more for this Muslim man than others?) Hamza is moaning loudly, and his pelvis is bucking as he has automatically started to face fuck the slut’s mouth. Over the next thirty minutes, pig keeps revving up the man and then slowing down. He usually does this for much less time. Finally, he knows that the man is close to cumming. He wants the man’s seed in his asshole. pig pulls off Hamza’s cock. He closes his mouth.
Hamza just stands still looking down at his stiff, thick, dripping cock like he’s not sure what comes next. He grips it with his fist and starts to masturbate. pig says, “Sir. Do you want to use this slut’s asshole?” “Oh! Oh, yes. Yes. I do. I want to fuck your hole, slut.” Gripping his hard penis, he moves to the other end of the fuck bench. He looks down and sees the puckering entrance to the slut’s hole. He feels a little nervous as he touches the tip of his cock head to the hole. He pushes forward just a little. Then, a little more. The hole is relaxed and gives him easy entrance to it. He pushes all the way in, thinking, “Is this the ‘right’ way to do this? What did my Dad tell me?” Then, he pulls back out nearly all the way. Suddenly, his pelvis takes over. It’s like it has a mind of its own. He starts slowly bucking backward and forward. He speeds up, and he slows down. He likes the way this is feeling . . . and judging from the groans and moans from the pig, so does the slut. He doesn’t want to end this, but his balls seem to have other plans. He feels them welling up with force making him ready to shoot. And shoot he does! Rope after rope of cum are emptied into the eunuch slut. Finally, feeling really tired from the exertion, he leans his sweaty chest forward over the back of the smooth and rather soft body secured to the bench. He lies over its sweating back, his cock still being gripped inside the slut’s chute. It feels like it’s being held there in a vice that won’t let it go. It’s still hard. It feels good.
(Why do I not want to let this cock out of my chute? I am always ready to release the man when he has cum as I think ahead to the next one in line. This one . . . this one . . . is different somehow. I want it to stay inside me.)
Hamza makes a strong effort and the slut releases him. He doesn’t know if it was his strength that let him free or the eunuch loosening its grip. Either way, he knows he’s never had an experience like this ever, ever before.
That night, Rashid asks Hamza, “How was it? How was the eunuch slut?” Hamza smiles really big. “It was . . . it was . . . like nothing I’ve ever felt. That slut was AMAZING, Dad!” Rashid, smiling, just says, “Good. Good.”
Over the next summers, the three boys visit both brothels a lot. They all three are most attracted to the pig, though. its reputation is not a lie. it is the best.
Once Hamza is done with college, he is brought to the headquarters to live full time. From now on, vacations will be in the eastern direction to see his mother and “dad”, not the other way around. Haroun starts him working with his adjutant in the office. He’s a quick learner, and soon he’s doing a lot of “assistant” work of a much more responsible sort as well as using his agronomy knowledge in the field.
He now visits the brothel several times a week. He occasionally uses the female sluts . . . but mostly he is drawn to the great pleasure his cock and whole body feel when he uses the pig.
After a number of visits, pig now recognizes Hamza’s cock immediately. The pig always has that same feeling of not wanting this particular cock to leave its mouth or its asshole. So, pig now always gives this particular Muslim man special and longer attention. Even though Rashid had long ago lifted pig’s chin to see Hamza’s face, telling him to always service him extra well - the pig knew that he was not to look at the brothel users’ faces. He never looked at Hamza’s face again, but he remembered the cock. The eunuch pig recognizes its users’ cocks in the same way that normal men recognize acquaintances’ faces. And THIS cock he definitely recognizes . . . and WANTS.
One night, Haroun asks Hamza whether he is making good use of the brothel. He tells him, “Yes, definitely, My Caliph. I most often enjoy that eunuch’s attentions to my cock. The one called ‘the pig’. Sometimes, I have an odd feeling. It’s like when you think you know someone from before. Don’t know why I get that.”
“Well, Hamza – it’s certain that you never encountered it anywhere other than in that brothel. The pig’s not left those walls for as long as you’ve been alive! Would you like to show me what you have learned from that eunuch slut?”
Hamza is only mildly surprised at this invitation from the Caliph to have sex. He knows that many of the men have sex with each other, just as they do with their concubines – male and female. He smiles broadly at the Caliph. “Sir. I would be honored to show you what I have learned from the pig. it is the BEST of all the sluts in both brothels put together!”
That night, Haroun is made to remember his many nights in bed with Hamza’s father. Haroun enters Hamza’s hole slowly and sensually. He moves in and out, then in and out again and again. As Haroun slides in, Hamza grips his cock with his anal muscles and just holds it . . . as if in a vice. Then, he starts “working” it . . . basically “sucking” it with his hole! The Caliph is beside himself, moaning and gasping. “My boy, my boy - Hamza . . . I have experienced the pig, too, and you, YOU . . . YOU . . . are every bit as good as it is! Whether your mouth and throat are as good as its are, I shall find out tomorrow night, my boy!”
The next night, Haroun tells Hamza to kneel between his legs as he reclines on the leather couch in the bedroom. “Hamza. Last night I told you I would learn tonight how well you have learned from the eunuch pig to suck a cock. Are you good at that, too?”
“Oh – very definitely YES, My Caliph! I have tried to copy his technique with Waqas and Adwan, My Master. They say that I am excellent!”
“Let me see, my boy”
Haroun pulls up his robe and his exposed cock is hard and leaking. Hamza leans in and licks the precum from it, spreading it around his lips with his tongue, and then leaning back in to kiss his slit. He takes “his” caliph’s glans and suckles it gently, then more and more tightly. Coming off, he licks up and down each side of his rigid shaft and the same on its top and bottom. He kisses each of “his” caliph’s balls, kisses them, and then rolls them gently, one by one, in his mouth until they drip with his drool. Finally, he goes back to “his” caliph’s hard cock and starts bobbing further and further over it with each thrust of his mouth down its length. Soon, without ever having gagged once, “his” caliph’s cock head is buried in his throat . . . AND HE STARTS TO HUM! This immediately throws Haroun over the edge . . . bringing him back to the ecstasy that Hamza’s father had long ago so frequently supplied him in this same room - and in the years since, in the brothel. He shoots rope after rope of seed down Hamza’s throat.
Haroun invites Hamza to join him again in his bed. Hamza rolls over onto his back and feels so proud of what he heard last night about his service to “his” Caliph. Now, this night, he knows that he has once again greatly pleased him. Hamza feels resolved to serve him loyally and he feels a strong bond with him. He doesn’t quite understand it. But he feels it. He knows it is there.
(Where does this strong bond of loyalty for My Caliph, My Master, come from? I want to be – I WILL be – always loyal and obedient to him! But – why do I also feel some fear?)
Meanwhile, Haroun is smiling as he lies next to Hamza. He has the eunuch pig’s servicing in the brothel whenever he wants it . . . which is frequently. Now, he knows that the eunuch’s son possesses his father’s skills . . . and that son is his own new assistant – as well as beside him in his bed. The Caliph muses for a moment about how the young man has no idea that his father is actually alive and living only yards away from him . . . a father who does not even have any memory of having a son!
He says to himself, “Haroun, you have it all. You have won.”
End
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