[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 like they do in real life.]
QUESTIONS
Later in the day, Shareem tells Tariq to have the priest slave taken to the physical training room to continue with the coaches there in bringing the priest slave’s body into the finest cut and tight musculature possible. This slave is to be made to look irresistible to buyers . . . and to future brothel customers. it is to spend a minimum of three and a half hours every day of the week with the trainers. This will not include the ten miles it will continue to run every morning before it is fed – and after it services Tariq’s morning “need”.
Shareem also says, “I want the slave to be taught by you how to perform non-combative sex. Except when it worships my cock, it has only ever experienced rough sex thus far. It clearly has fully embraced its desire for cock inside its holes, but if it is to be trained for what I have in mind for it, then it needs to know how to give and receive all kinds of sex.”
Tariq smiles. “I look forward to this, Master. Thank you! From my first sampling of it, I have looked forward to experiencing its pleasure again. This is more than I had expected.”
Shareem says to him, “When you and I play, you often pleasure me in the extreme by using methods you learned from the tantric coach you told me about. I want the priest slave to learn those methods as one of the arrows that will be in its quiver to pleasure the rich clients of the brothels where I hope that he will entertain. Can you teach him?”
That very night, the naked, washed & cleaned outside & inside priest slave, was returned from the training room to Tariq by a sad Zarak, unhappy that his enjoyment of the slave’s ass and mouth was ended. He handed Tariq the leash attached to its collar and left.
Knowing what he intended for that night, Tariq, too, had cleaned his own ass hole. He says, “So, priest slave. You look so different from that first day I selected you at the London airport. And – you are now mentally different, too. It is not only that your branded body is now bronzed and far more muscled, your cock and balls cinched, and your nipples and ears heavily ringed. You have learned that your focus is simply the pleasure from a cock . . . yours or someone else’s. Am I right, slave? You may speak.”
Looking at the floor in front of Tariq’s feet, it replies, “Yes, Master. That is right.”
Why is that “right”? I never engaged in sex before my life here in this place. After Master Shareem first captured me and my coming here, I hated – even feared – it. This attraction is not right . . . it is wrong.
“Tell me how you have changed, slave, since coming here.”
“Master, this slave has learned that it exists to serve and give pleasure to its Master Shareem . . . or whomever it is sold to.”
“SOLD” to! Noo!
“But, what about that Roman priest? Was he not going to do great things? Where is he, slave?”
“Master, that man is gone. He did not know his cock. He knew nothing. This slave has learned that the only important thing is that it is a hole to give pleasure. It has no other reason to exist. The Roman priest is gone. He is replaced by this slave.”
Is that true? Am I (the real me) “gone”? I have just said it – I am a hole to give pleasure.
With that, it kneels with its forehead to the floor. it then crawls to Tariq’s feet to give him its salaam. Tariq smiles and pulls his robe up to the waste of his otherwise nude body exposing his semi-hard cock. After kissing and licking his feet, the slave rises up on its knees to kiss that hardening cock. Then, it kisses each of his balls. As has come to be the case whenever the slave thinks that it might be about to receive a penis into one of its holes, both its mouth and its cum slit are leaking. It has the wish that Tariq will place his hand on its head to signal he wants it to give head . . . but, Tariq does not do that.
Instead, he says “slave. priest slave. You have experienced only rough sex. You must now learn additional ways of giving pleasure to a Master. Master Shareem has told me to give you a lesson. You may speak when you wish until I command you not to.”
“This slave can speak freely . . . if it wants to?”
“That is what I said, slave. Do you have anything to say or ask?”
“Can this slave suck Master Tariq’s cock?”
Tariq laughs. “You have definitely been converted from your former interests as a Roman priest! For you, it is now only cock, and cock, and more cock!” He laughs again.
“Master laughs?”
Tariq answers, “I certainly do! But, it seems that you do not understand the humor in how different you have become.”
“This slave was different before. It was a free man. It has learned that it is nothing now.”
I am confused. I might be really believing this . . . .
“You are learning well, slave. You are right that you are nothing . . . only that which our Master Shareem decides to make you. And, that is why I am your new overseer. Your current owner wants you to learn many, many ways to pleasure men by using your body. The Master has decided that you are to be trained as a pleasure slave.”
“What is that, Master?” “It is,” Tariq replies, “a sex slave.”
The slave smiles. Tariq sees the smile and asks, “Does that make the slave happy to hear?”
“It does, Master. In the months here, this slave has learned that having a cock inside it is what it wants. Are there more ways to be thrilled by being fucked and sucking . . . and even fucking and being sucked?”
“Thrilled by being fucked and sucking?” Are those my words? They ARE! I am losing my SELF.
Tariq replies, “Oh yes! I am saying that. Most assuredly I am, slave. For now, though . . . since you want to take my cock, let us begin in one of those new ways. I want you to slowly and carefully disrobe me. Carefully fold my robe and lay it aside. Then, stand behind me and use your hands to slowly caress my body from my neck to the calves of my legs.”
The slave begins. After gently taking off Tariq’s robe, it does as commanded. Starting at Tariq’s neck, it uses its hands to begin feeling his body, rubbing it gently, down and down. When it reaches the pelvis, its grip grows stronger, rougher.
Tariq warns it, “slave, you were doing well. Now, you are becoming rough. Recall – I commanded you to stay gentle!”
“The slave is sorry, Master.” Having been reminded, it becomes gentler again. it caresses the very beautiful and physically near perfect body of its new overseer. it runs its hands gently, but still not losing the firmness it had gathered before the warning. it runs its index finger from the top of his overseer’s ass crack slowly down, stopping for ten or fifteen seconds to run it around his anus, and then on to his taint. Then, the slave draws its finger back upwards and enters Tariq’s asshole with it. it moves it around inside his hole, adding a second one, and then a third. it now knows well from its daily experiences with the Nubian groomers where to find the prostate, and it begins to gently rub it. Tariq groans a satisfied sound.
“Oh, yes, slave. Gently . . . but continue there for a while. Remember, though. Not all Masters will allow such an invasion. You should have asked permission first.”
The priest slave continues. Then, it withdraws its fingers, cleans them with its tongue, and continues caressing its new overseer’s legs. Once onto its own knees and at the bottom of his legs, the slave bends to the floor and licks the tops of Tariq’s feet. Then, it continues journeying with its hands, gently working its way back up higher. It has not realized – though Tariq has noted it – that its own engorged cock has a thick string of precum suspended from its tip.
Tariq says, “slave. You are already experiencing the effect of this gentler sex. Look at your cock. What do you see?”
“Master, the slave sees that its cock is hard – completely hard. It is leaking precum. The slave’s cock feels very strong. Is it permitted for this slave to say that it is getting pleasure, too, when serving a Master?”
“If you are feeling pleasure, slave . . . then, you are feeling pleasure. You do not need to deny it or try not to. That would do no good. It would also distract you from servicing the Master. So, yes – it is permitted for you to feel what you are feeling while servicing me . . . or any other superior.”
The priest slave smiles and says, “Thank you, Master. This slave is happy knowing that.”
And, I am . . . happy . . . feeling this. I must resist this feeling. My body . . . my mind – how can they be betraying me like this?
it continues caressing, having reached Tariq’s genitals. After caressing his balls and massaging his cock, Tariq reminds it again, “Gently. Use your mouth now – carefully. Teeth should not annoy my flesh.”
It adds its mouth to its servicing. Gently, the priest slave rolls Tariq’s balls in its mouth, first the one and then the other. it kisses the cock head, licks it of the precum coming from it, licks up and down its length. Before leaving Tariq’s crotch, it again kisses his cock head.
it then licks its way up to his naval. Standing back up again, it uses its hands to caress Tariq’s abs, his strong pecs, and his nipples. Without thinking, it leans in and licks his nipples and gently teases them with its teeth.
Tariq moans and his semi-hard cock springs to full erection, meeting the priest slave’s own cock. Their precum rubs off on each other’s cock heads and in their crotches. The slave continues up the neck and comes to its new overseer’s face. There, it gently traces its fingers over its curves and crevices.
This leaves the slave looking into Tariq’s eyes. Tariq tells it, “Open your mouth.” it does so, and Tariq leans forward, entering it with his tongue. The slave responds, and their tongues play with one another. Tariq reaches around the slave’s body with his arms and draws it toward his own. The slave’s arms move to imitate the action. The two stay that way, in a deep and passionate, lustful embrace several minutes, tongue fucking each other’s mouths.
As they withdraw their tongues, Tariq says, “slave, you did that far better than I had thought you would. Your previous life’s refinement seems not to have left with that priest.
“Now, I am going to show you how to fuck a superior who does not wish his sex to be rough. Unless he tells you he wants it rough, you must assume he wants to have his senses catered to more gently. In your former life, you surely experienced fine meals with fine wines. They were not to be attacked and rushed through like they were fish and chips. They were to be savored. So will it be with much of the servicing that will be required of you from now on. It is to be sensual. Do you understand what I am saying, slave?”
“This slave is not sure, Master. It has only experienced sex since you and Master Shareem took it that day on the airplane. Never before. Will you punish it if it does it wrong?”
Tariq’s smile grows into a slight laugh. “No, I will not punish you if you are not correct immediately. That day could come . . . but, not yet. Now, sit down on the rug and fold your legs one over the other. Then, look up at me and smile. Wet your lips with your tongue. Then, invite me to sit down in front of you.”
The priest slave sits down as instructed. it looks up, smiling, and says, “Please, Master, sit in front of me here on the rug.”
Tariq does so. Then, he says, “Now, I will show you a way of slowly beginning to seduce a Master. I will do it to you – this one time only, so you know how it is supposed to be done . . . and how it is supposed to feel. In the future, it will always be your task to receive and service the cock.”
Then, Tariq reaches out to the slave’s body, putting his hands on its shoulders very gently. He says, “Think of what I had you do to my body when we were standing. What I will do now is going to be like that. You did it excellently before, so I know that you can do it.”
He caresses the slave’s body down to its waist. Then, surprising the slave, he ignores its crotch and goes to its thighs and then down to its ankles. Then, he returns to its crotch. He reaches under its semi-hard cock to handle and knead its balls.
Only then does Tariq take its shaft and begin to massage it. The precum that is leaking copiously provides him lube. As he does this, Tariq reminds the slave, “Learn from what you are about to see and feel me do, priest slave. What I do here will be your role with a Master.”
Tariq opens the slave’s legs. Then, he spreads his own legs apart and gently takes the priest slave’s cock, pulling it forward, toward his own crotch. He moves his crotch forward, so that their cocks and balls are pressed up against one other’s. Now, they are balls to balls, cock to cock. Finally, he places his own legs one along each side of the priest slave’s body.
After sitting for some time, fondling one another, looking into each other’s eyes, and leaning forward for passionate kisses, Tariq moves his body so that he is atop of the slave’s crotch, with his hole above its penis. Leaning forward a bit, Tariq directs the tip of the slave’s semi-hard penis to the entrance of his own hole. Leaning back, Tariq raises his legs to rest on the slave’s shoulders. He relaxes his ass muscles and directs the slave’s cock into himself. He tells the slave, “Come up on your knees to fuck me.”
For the next quarter hour, he rides the slave’s hard cock, taking the slave to the edge of cumming and then slacking off, moving back and forth on the cock in his hole slowly over his own prostate. Finally, Tariq picks up the pace of his fuck-ride on the pole in his ass, knowing that the priest slave will fill his hole with its cum. Finally, it does so, with a load of several ropes and a satisfied, “Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhhhh!”
Then, Tariq cums as well, spraying his juices over his own and the slave’s chest and abs. He then pulls the slave forward over his own chest, each of them breathing hard. Although finished, they remain locked in copulation. Tariq bends upwards into the slave’s face and extends his tongue into its mouth. Again, they kiss with lustful passion.
After a while, Tariq brings himself back up to a sitting position, the slave’s yet semi-hard cock still inside him. Then, he says to the priest slave, “Again, as I told you before, remember that it will be a Master that you will be making feel as I have made you feel here. This is the only time that I will let you do this to me. It was needed for me to do this so that you experience what it is that you must know how to provide. The truth is, you will be pleasured, too – like I have just been.”
Finally, Tariq tells the slave to allow its cock to come out of his hole. They sit on the floor, cocks touching, with the slave looking dazedly into Tariq’s eyes.
The slave says, “Master Tariq. Thank you . . . thank you so much. This slave has not felt such sensations as these until now. Does Master really think that this slave can give such pleasure to a Master?”
“I am sure of it, priest slave. Your mind working with your body, and the lust you have already grown to have for cock inside you during only these months – they tell me that you are a most apt pupil.”
“A most apt pupil” for being fucked and using my asshole to please another man! No! But – it felt so GOOD*!
“Now, stand up. There is one final task you will always perform.” As the slave stands up, Tariq rises to his knees, takes the slave’s cock into his mouth, and cleans it.
Then, he also stands and says, “We will go into my shower and you will wash me . . . and then yourself. From now on, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed, priest slave. Each day you will service my early morning erect cock. Then, you will join the trainer for your morning run. I will teach you yet more. Do you have any questions before you are once again forbidden to speak unless told to?”
“No, Master Tariq. This slave has much to think about. it is learning its place. it still remembers its life before. it grows more each day in this new life. it wants to fulfill well its new purpose that it is being taught. Thank you, Master, for teaching it.”
All that I just said is true. But, I do not want it to be so!
The following morning, Master Shareem’s freeman, Tariq, will show him on the recording how he demonstrated to the priest slave the way a cock should feel inside the ass of a man – how that ass should use its muscles to grip the tool inside it. He will show Master Shareem how he allowed the priest slave to fuck him so that he could demonstrate to it what it must do with a cock inside its ass.
They both go into the bathing area of Tariq’s quarters. They pass a full-length mirror. Suddenly, the priest slave sees itself for the first time as it now appears. At first, it does not quite realize that it is its own image that it sees. it stops short, looking almost dazed. Then, it knows. The dark, smooth, hairless, muscled, ringed, and cinched slave that it is seeing is itself! it stares in amazement. A smile begins to form across its face. What it sees is beautiful. it feels proud.
Damn! That body – my body . . . is big and strong and smooth and dark. It is beautiful to see. It, it . . . makes me proud! Why? How?
Tariq notes with amusement what is happening. It has not occurred to him – but is obviously probably true – that the priest slave’s last look at its own image in a mirror was when it prepared for its fateful air flight on the day of its capture.
After giving himself time to watch, during which time the slave’s hips begin to buck, the slave not even seeming to notice the movement, Tariq says, “So, slave. You see for the first time what you now look like. I see that not only do you smile. Your hips move. Your cock is completely erect and leaking a string of cum!”
The slave looks down at the end of its engorged cock in its mirrored image. it unthinkingly passes its hand across its slit’s tip, then brings its cum dripping fingers to its mouth, licking them clean. it is being aroused by its own body’s figure in the mirror! its face broadens into the widest of smiles. it turns sideways, first to one side then the other, and finally turns around and looks at itself over its shoulder. Seeing the S brand on its butt cheek, it feels a sudden surge in its groin. Yes! The thing in the mirror is smooth, ringed, muscled, naked, and branded. it is clearly a slave.
A slave buyer would pay much for one that looks like this . . . that looks like I look – no, like this slave looks. “This slave . . . .”
Tariq laughs aloud and says, “slave. Come and wash me.”
In Tariq’s huge shower, more like another room, he orders the slave, “Kneel. Suck my cock, priest slave. As the slave does so, its fingers reach around him to its new overseer’s ass crack, touching the entrance to his hole.
Tariq turns and bends over, commanding it to reach in and clean his hole with its fingers. High as though on a drug, but actually on the cock just now having been in its mouth, the priest slave continues its fingering of Tariq’s hole. it adds a second and then a third finger, just as it had done to Tariq earlier that night while learning how to properly caress a sophisticated Master’s body. Next, the priest slave puts its face into his ass crack. With its extended tongue, it licks his anus lips, then forces its tongue into the hole. it is conscious only of the heat of the moment. The priest slave is again lost in lust.
This slave is already mostly a different creature from when captured only some months before. its future is to be so very different from that which the priest had thought his life would be. Yes. The priest part of “the Roman priest slave” is being quickly exterminated.
I smell Master Tariq! I want to taste his hole. I taste my own cum there, too. I want to pleasure him!
Once lying down on the floor at the foot of Tariq’s bed that night, the slave has trouble getting to sleep. it keeps thinking of what it has seen in the mirror. it tugs gently at its nipple rings, having learned soon after they had healed that this causes its groin immediately to be flushed with the wonderful feeling of its cock springing to life, thickening and rising. That cock does so now, and while still playing with one of the nipple rings, its other hand drops down to its cinched, hard penis to masturbate it slowly.
The hidden camera activated in Tariq’s quarters will be used to share this scene, too, with Shareem.
The next day, Shareem is beaming with delight at seeing what Tariq had accomplished the night before. He says to him, “Your allowing the slave to fuck you, Tariq, was brilliant. You could teach it more in that time of being coupled than in one hundred sessions of coaching!”
Tariq says, “It will not again fuck me, Master – but I will definitely discover if it has learned its lesson well or not!”
Then he chuckles, adding, “I cannot have it with me all the time. In your service, I have my other duties. So, I have assigned the priest slave, after its time with the trainers each day, and after its midday feeding, to assist the Nubians in grooming those requiring it. In the time it spends working with them, it is to ‘be’ one of them. it is to attend wildly to the bodies of those to be groomed, just as the they do . . . lick them all over their bodies, suck their cocks and balls, fuck them, let them give it head.
“When they are not grooming other slaves, I instructed it to act just like them then, too. it is to pretend it’s one of them . . . to sex play with them. Spending time with them when they are not working – but playing – will give it extra practice squeezing cocks in its ass! Doing all of that will also keep it remembering how to treat a brothel customer that wishes something ‘less sophisticated’!”
Again, Tariq chuckles, Shareem joining him, in what they picture in their minds.
That night, back in his quarters, Tariq says, “slave, come. Sit down in front of me on the rug.” it sits in front of him. He folds his legs and watches to see if the slave will remember last night’s lesson without being prompted. it does. it folds its legs . . . and begins its seduction.
The slave reaches over and begins gently caressing Tariq’s upper body, slowly working down and skipping over his cock and balls. Having worked its way back up from his ankles, it finally fondles Tariq’s balls and lifts his thickening cock to move it toward him. it holds Tariq’s cock in its not-too-tightly closed fist, massaging back and forth on its length. The overseer’s circumcised cock is leaking heavily, supplying the lube to slick his shaft.
The slave pulls the cock in its hand toward itself, very gently. As it does this, it moves the overseer’s legs apart with its other hand placing them along each side of its body. Then, it spreads its own legs, placing them above Tariq’s. Soon, the two of them are cock to cock, balls to balls. The slave takes one of Tariq’s hands and places it on its own hard and leaking cock.
They fondle each other’s cocks for some minutes, leaning in toward each other, allowing their tongues to fuck each other’s mouths. Then, the priest slave moves its body forward so that its asshole is above Tariq’s erect penis. it guides that cock to the entrance of its own hole. The slave leans back, raises its legs to rest them on his shoulders, relaxes its ass hole muscles, and guides the overseer’s cock into its tube. Tariq rises to his knees and begins to fuck the priest slave.
For the next twenty minutes, Tariq, sometimes slowly, sometimes more rapidly, moves in and nearly out of the priest slave’s hole. Each of them is groaning lustily. The overseer teases the slave’s prostate often, drawing long moans from its lips. The slave is recalling how Tariq rode its cock while in his ass hole the night before, and it does the same for the cock inside it now – though not yet as skillfully as had Tariq.
Eventually, Tariq increases and maintains his pace, fucking the slave’s hole with more vigor. Each of them is sweating. Finally, Tariq thrusts in and stays buried in the hole, leaning his torso backward and shouting as he shoots ropes of cum into the toy that is riding on his thick and turgid cock. Shortly after, the slave’s cinched and hard penis releases its own cum over its chest and abs, and the overseer’s as well. After each of them has cum, Tariq – still coupled with the slave – leans over and lies against its chest. Just as the previous night, they remain so, panting, sweating, and kissing passionately.
After about a quarter of an hour recovering, the teacher brings himself to a sitting position. He smiles down at the completely smooth and muscled beautiful slave lying before him. “You have done well . . . extraordinarily well, priest slave! You will bring the Master a high price when you are auctioned!”
I hear Master Tariq say those words, “ . . . when you are auctioned.” Auctioned! But, I am a person and a priest – how can I be “auctioned”? This isn’t the Middle Ages. How can this be?
“Master Tariq. May this slave speak?”
“Indeed, slave. Speak. What do you wish to say to me?”
“Master . . . is it possible that Master Shareem will not auction this slave? Maybe he will keep it here . . . with him, with you? Might he even free it?”
Tariq answers, “slave, what the Master will do, the Master will do. One thing I assure you he will not do is free a valuable piece of chattel such as the slave that I just fucked! Think hard on this. What you saw in the mirror last night – that big, bronzed, cinched, ringed, smooth-bodied, enslaved piece of meat – THAT is what you ARE now! That is all you are. That is never going to change. It is your future. You are to serve and obey whatever Master might buy your slave ass. Does the slave understand?”
“Master – yes – this slave understands.”
I do understand. It is my destiny. I feel like I’m giving in to it. Why am I not frightened by this?
Tariq says, “Does the slave accept that this will never change, that this is its life . . . its purpose – forever?”
“Master, this slave understands that it is a slave . . . forever. its purpose is to serve and obey. Thank you, Master, for teaching it.”
Tariq smiles and says, “Knowing that, admitting that – it is making your cock fully erect! Look at your body, slave – your body loves your new life!”
How can I say that? Do I mean it . . . do I accept this? I must. There is no escape. But – I do not understand why my body . . . and, maybe my mind?, my will? . . . agree with my hard cock!
The next morning, after watching with Tariq the recording of the slave’s actions from the night before in his quarters, Shareem says to him, “It is time for me to experience what you have taught the slave. Tonight, bring it to me. Also, I wish you to make sure that it is learning how to understand in Arabic what it might be told to do by a brothel customer.”
“Yes, Master. I shall add an hour after its time with the Nubian groomers each day, before its feeding, with an actual Arabic instructor.”
Throughout that day, Shareem is preoccupied, thinking ahead to the encounter now set for his taking once again the ass of the now more “body-language educated” priest slave. Although the slave will most certainly not be taking his ass, it may well rim him and then later have its tongue in his mouth. He decides that his ass hole will be clean to prepare for the evening.
When the evening arrives and the slave is brought by Tariq, Shareem stands, saying nothing, his robe untied and open, revealing a thick, semi-hard, circumcised, dark cock, springing from a forest-like black bush of pubic hair. The slave falls to its knees and proceeds with rendering its salaam to its Master, its owner. As it always now does, the priest slave waits, drooling, hoping that upon kissing the Master’s cock and then his balls, the hand will be placed upon its head signaling that the Master wishes to be sucked. It does not happen.
Instead, Tariq says to it, “slave, disrobe your owner. Then, sit on the carpet and invite him to join you there.”
The priest slave is stunned. it realizes right away what this means. it is to do for Shareem what Tariq has taught it over the past nights. it feels nervous, fearing that if it does not please, perhaps its owner will not be as understanding as Tariq. it knows that there is not a choice, though. The slave stands, walks behinds its Master, and takes off his robe. Once it is folded and laid carefully aside, the slave sits. it looks up at the Master’s face, and it licks its lips, smiling. it says, “Master. Please sit with this slave on the carpet.”
Shareem, looking pleased, does so. Once there, the slave reaches over and begins gently to massage his body, starting with his neck and shoulders. By the time it reaches the stage where it will take its owner’s genitals, it has become more relaxed. it does so, then moves its ass hole above its Master’s now hard penis. As it lies back, it raises its legs to rest on Shareem’s shoulders. it draws the cock in its hand forward, guiding it into its awaiting and anxious, twitching, ass hole.
From there, Shareem controls the fucking. He goes from slow and easy to fast and fierce, then back, in cycle after cycle. The slave rides its Master’s member. it tries hard to recall all that Tariq has taught it. After a full twenty minutes of this, Shareem furrows deep inside the priest slave’s hole and stops there. The slave then begins to work the huge cock throbbing inside it, using all its concentration to move its ass and to tighten and then relax its hole to pleasure the Master and make him satisfied.
My Master is inside me. I have learned that my purpose is to serve and obey him. I must please him! Pleasuring him I am fulfilling my purpose. That is what I am being taught. I must please my owner.
At last, Shareem throws back his head, draws back nearly out of the hole, and then thrusts back in hard. Roaring his pleasure, he erupts. Ropes of cum flood the tube. When finished, still inside the priest slave, he falls forward over him. Until now, the slave has not cum, but the contact of its owner’s torso over its own pushes it over the edge. its prick now also gushes cum between their touching bodies, sliming their crotches, abs, and chests.
Five minutes later, Shareem sits back, allowing his still semi-hard cock to fall out of the priest slave’s hole. He rises to his feet. The slave comes to its knees before the Master’s cock, which waits for its mouth to clean it.
Ignoring the slave as it cleans his cock, Shareem turns his head to Tariq, saying, “Once again, my good friend, you have served well. Your teaching this white piece of shit has been superb. it will make an excellent toy for a brothel or a Master that buys it at auction.
Tariq thanks his Master. Then he directs the slave, “Place Master Shereem’s robe back on his body, priest slave. Then, take the position I have taught you. Sit back on your heels with your hands behind you, resting on your buttocks. Push forward your cinched penis to expose it clearly to our view. The slave does as it is ordered.
I am proud of my success. Master told my overseer that I have done well. My cock is already getting hard again as I push it forward to display it. This slave has a body to make an owner proud to own it.
After Shareem and Tariq talk about a trip they will soon take – one where Tariq will once again be seen as an airline steward, this time on a flight to Paris, Tariq rises, bows to his friend and former owner, and orders the priest slave, “Come. Return with me to my quarters. I am in need of a shower.”
Rising, the slave follows him. As he leaves, Tariq says to Shareem, “it does not even realize that it’s drooling in anticipation of my shower! its prick is also already leaking even though it has just cum. it really responds like what would be called on the street a ‘cock slut’ – certainly not a ‘priest’!”
Each of them laughs as Tariq and the priest slave leave Shareem’s quarters.
. . . a cock slut . . . a cock slut . . . not a priest. My old self is becoming vaguer to me, farther away from me. Do I even want to stop it? Am I something different – now? Am I a slave . . . only a hole to be used? Why does thinking this make my cock go hard? Why do I now think only of penis – mine or one in another’s crotch?
During Tariq’s shower, he orders the slave to stand behind him under the warm water and gently caress his body, especially his chest and nipples, to masturbate his cock and to let him feel the slave’s hard member in his ass crack . . . but not to enter him. After some fifteen minutes of this attention, he orders it to kneel behind him and to rim his ass hole deeply. Without a second’s hesitation and with its own cock rock hard, the priest slave drops to its knees. its tongue licks around Master Tariq’s anus, then it invades him shallowly – before making darting deeper thrusts with its tongue. Finally, it separates his ass cheeks far apart and places its nose and mouth as far forward as it can, and it moves its tongue inside Tariq’s ass hole as far as it can, seeking to please him . . . knowing how that will make itself feel, too.
When I please my Masters, I feel it in my crotch. My cock grows big, strong, thick . . . it twitches and leaks . . . I cannot resist wanting more of the way it feels. Pleasuring my superiors – obeying them, serving them – it gives me pleasure such as I never had before my capture by Master Shareem. Maybe it was good that I was on that airplane with him in London . . . .
After drying Tariq off, the priest slave puts Tariq’s robe on him. Then, the slave uses the same towel on its own body, as it has been taught by Tariq to do. He wants the smell of a Master always on the slave. That done, the slave moves to a corner, sits back on its heels with its hands behind its back, and places its knees far apart. its cinched cock and balls are thus made as exposed as possible. it is learning to do this without being told.
I am proud to show my body as it now is. It is more than anything I ever thought it could look like. All my life, my cock and balls have been hidden except in locker rooms. Now, they are always displayed. I feel glad for that. I want them to be seen. I am proud when they are admired.
After some hours, Tariq goes to bed. The slave takes its position on the floor at the foot of the bed.
To Be Continued.
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