[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.]
slave
It is the following afternoon. The slave is with the Nubian groomers, playing. There have been few slaves in need of grooming, but one is being led into the washing area by its cock now. The priest slave and the Nubians descend upon it eagerly. Just as the Nubians do, so also does the priest slave do. it wildly licks and nibbles whatever part of the body of the slave that is to be groomed that it can reach in competition with the rest of the groomers.
The slave being groomed exclaims, “Bret! Bret – what the hell are you doing?! You’re acting like one of the crazy Nubes!” The priest slave does not even note that the slave is the pilot slave, the one with whom it had teamed up at the feeding trough when they were staying in the labor gang’s stable. Now, though, it does not stop to listen, to notice, or to reply. it just continues to share in the groomers’ frenzy. Either it does not hear or it does not care who is the feast that it is sharing with the grooming slaves. it has been told to “be” one of them . . . and that is what it is eagerly doing.
Just at that moment, it sees that the ass hole of the slave to be groomed is empty and in front of it. The priest slave makes a cry and guides his erect penis into the hole. it begins to fast fuck the pilot slave. it is so crazed from its having been playing with the Nubians and then its joining with them in devouring the pilot slave that it takes not more than a minute to cum into that hole . . . the hole of the pilot slave. Finally, the priest slave and the Nubians move on to wash and apply the enema to the pilot slave. Then, it is taken away by the pit trainer who brought it.
Why didn’t I care that the slave was the pilot slave? I knew from the first moment which slave it was. But, it was something for me and the groomers to play with and then to wash. it was a hole to fuck.
Later, after being taken from the grooming area and finishing with the Arabic teacher, it is back in its overseer’s quarters. Tariq quizzes it in Arabic to see if it is making progress. He has it repeat the words for “fuck”, “hole”, “cock”, “mouth”, “rim”, and others . . . all in Arabic slang. The slave is being taught only the street words for these things, not the ones more educated men would use. After all, even though it has been highly educated and many of the customers it will serve will be the same, it is to serve as a cock slut. it should sound like one when it talks about sex.
Tariq says, “slave. Follow me.” The slave does so, unspeaking. They enter a room some distance from Tariq’s rooms, one that the slave has not yet entered. It is not large. It is carpeted, but it has a shallow pool, about a foot and a half deep. Candles are lit. The room is very warm.
Tariq directs it to disrobe him. Then, it is told, “Enter the water and stand in it. Invite me to enter it, too.” Once it has done as ordered, Tariq tells the slave to stand behind him and to begin the sex ritual it has been taught. After the slave has finished tending to its Master’s entire body, it kneels in the water to kiss his cock head.
Tariq tells it, “Now, stay on your knees in the water. Invite me to sit in front of you with my back to you. Then, sit back on your heels. Draw my shoulders back toward your chest so that I am leaning against it.”
The slave does as it is told. Finally, Tariq tells it, “Now, slowly and sensuously caress me. Play with my nipples. Make them erect. Reach down to my crotch. Gently play with my balls. Then, massage my penis. Make it fully hard.”
Tariq cannot see the wide smile on the priest slave’s face, but he can feel its prick midway down his spine. Even as the directions were being given, it had gone full hard. its cock is beneath the water’s surface, pressed against Tariq’s back . . . leaking pre-cum.
Without being told, the slave adds licking the Master’s neck and nibbling gently on his ears, then kissing his shoulders, neck, and back. Tariq’s groaning lets it know that it is not overstepping by not having asked first.
Finally, Tariq rises to his knees and turns. With his hands, he turns the slave to face away from him and presses its shoulders forward and downwards. Knowing it is about to be fucked, it willingly bends and places its forearms long ways on the edge of the pool. Master Tariq enters the slave’s fuck tube slowly. The slave groans. The feel of that large and hard cock in its ass is all it wants at this moment. A quarter of an hour later, Tariq has emptied his load of seed into the priest slave. it turns and cleans his still hard and dripping cock with its mouth . . . smiling and looking up into the Master’s eyes as it does so. it wants to see a look of contentment on his face . . . and, so it does.
Master Tariq’s cock is really big. I have now felt it in my ass hole and tasted it many times. It is strong and veined. When he cums, its head is always deep inside my ass or well down my throat. He shoots straight into me.
Next was Tariq’s shower and then the slave takes its place on the floor at the foot of his bed.
As Tariq awakes the next morning, he opens his eyes and is surprised to see the priest slave seated back on its haunches beside his bed. Tariq always sleeps naked. Due to the heat, he had pushed aside his covering sheet during the night. His cock is full out with its morning wood. Just sitting back and gazing at it, the slave has been drooling. it no longer seems to take account of when it is doing this, no matter when it happens. The drool simply dribbles from one or both corners of its mouth, unnoticed and unattended by the slave. its hands are tending its own balls and its equally hard cock.
Tariq thinks, “Yes! A cock slut.”
Tariq smiles and orders, “slave. Tend to it.” Immediately, it rises up on its knees and leans over the edge of the bed to devour the pole growing out of Tariq’s also smooth crotch. After he has cum, Tariq urinates into the priest slave’s open mouth. When this is done, the slave bends its head to the floor and licks up its own pre-cum from the area that had been between its knees as it had serviced the Master.
So, the slave is now used to its daily routine. After it services Tariq, it runs ten miles with the trainer. Then it is fed its slave gruel. It works out for several hours, part of it in the sun to maintain its bronzed appearance. Feeding again. Play and work with the Nubian groomers. Arabic lesson. Feeding. Tutoring gentile sex technique by Tariq. Occasional hands-on demonstrations for Master Shareem’s pleasure. Assisting Tariq in his nightly shower.
One night, Tariq says, “slave. This night we will refine many of the skills you have learned. You have been here for eight months. You have changed. There is more yet left to learn.
Tariq is in his cushioned chair, a huge and comfortable one. He directs, “slave. Sit on the floor between my legs.” The slave immediately does so. Tariq is wearing only a robe tied with a waist cord on his naked body.
“What do you feel like doing to pleasure this Master, slave? Just do it. Say nothing.”
The slave smiles as it reaches first to untie the cord around the robe. The robe falls open, leaving the slave looking straight at the Master’s mostly soft cock. it leans toward it and kisses its cum slit. Then – surprising Tariq – it does not proceed to suck it. Instead, it comes to its knees and takes its own cock in one hand and Tariq’s in the other. Gently, it brings each of the cocks to semi-hard. Then, the slave lets go of its own cock long enough to apply some pressure to Tariq’s chest. Tariq cooperates with the surprise moves the priest slave is making. He moves slightly back in the large chair and twists a bit to his left side. As he does this, the slave places itself facing him on the chair’s large cushion. Now letting go of Tariq’s cock, it uses its hands to bring both of Tariq’s legs up onto the cushion of the chair and places them so as to straddle itself. it places its own legs on either side of Tariq’s body and returns to masturbating both their cocks. Once they are nearly hard, he places the cocks side by side.
It reaches for Tariq’s hand to add to its own, leaving them gripping their two members together, shaft beside shaft. They pressure and massage their two cocks in their moving fists. Tariq’s hand is nearer the bases of the two erect cocks and the priest slave’s is nearer their heads. The priest slave leans toward Tariq’s face, licking its lips sensuously. Then, it opens its mouth and slightly extends its tongue. Tariq takes the invitation. First, he bites the slave’s bottom lip gently. Then, he licks his own lips, followed by those of the slave, then entering the slave’s mouth with his tongue. As they kiss slowly, sucking tongue, they continue frotting their two cocks.
Tariq withdraws his tongue and speaks, saying, “slave. You have surprised me. You have acted without being directed. Were you fearful to do this?”
“No, Master. This slave was not fearful. Master Tariq has taught it to be confident that even though it is inferior to a free man, it can invent ways to pleasure a superior.”
“Well, priest slave, you have succeeded. You have done something that I might have taught you, but I have not . . . and, you have surely pleasured my member! Do you wish a reward?”
“Master’s pleasure makes the hard slave-cock twitch! The slave is receiving its reward. Master has taught it that serving is a slave’s source of pleasure. it begins to understand.”
“slave. You have taken a leap forward. Your understanding that serving a Master is your purpose . . . that you are just the same as any other sex toy he might own . . . now you begin to embrace what you have been changed into!”
“This slave is happy that Master has been made hard and to feel his strong cock alongside the slave’s.”
Yes. This slave is just a sex toy. Whatever I was before or thought I would be – I let it go. I let it go NOW. I am a slave. I am a cock slut. I am a man whore. My purpose is to serve Masters, Superiors, Free Men. My holes are what give me value. That is all that I am.
My cock is full out hard! My pelvis is bucking! I am cumming!
“slave,” Tariq tells it, “something has just happened inside of you. Look what your body has done. What does this tell you, priest slave?”
“Master. This slave’s body is telling it that all it is – all that it will ever be – is the sex slave that Master is showing it how to be. This slave’s body – this slave – begs the Master to help it learn still more.”
“Very well. This night is not late. I will teach you another refinement on a skill you already do very well. Can you sing, slave?”
“Sing?!” “Yes, slave – can you sing?”
“Master, yes, the slave can sing. Not alone. But, it used to sing in the seminary choir. So, yes – it can, Master.”
“Sing a note for me. No words are needed. Just sing ‘ahhhh ummmm ahhhh.” The slave does as it is told. “That is fine. Now, you will suck my cock. When it is hard and long, down into your throat, do that same singing. Let your vocal cords vibrate around my cock head, my corona, my shaft.”
The slave smiles at the thought of this . . . and, it drools knowing that Tariq’s cock, erect and throbbing, will soon fill its mouth. it moves off the cushion where it is still sitting facing Tariq. it kneels between his legs, leans toward his now semi-hard penis. it kisses the cum slit. it licks round the head and then several times around the ridge of his glans. Next, it licks from behind the glans down the shaft’s underside to its base. it licks back out to the tip on the top side of the shaft. The slave repeats this several times, beginning each time slathering on the knob. Tariq’s entire cock and knob are covered with drool . . . so much of it that strings of it cling to it and extend down from it. The slave leaves his cock to gently bathe his balls in the same drool. At last, the priest slave takes Tariq’s shaft into its mouth and begins to more and more quickly move up and down on it, bobbing its head over the stiff pole. Once it is down the slave’s throat, the slave begins the “ahhhhh ahhhhh ummmm ahhhh”. it can sense the movement of its vocal cords on the surfaces of Master Tariq’s shaft and cock head. Tariq’s member throbs more strongly, and it can hear him moaning so loudly it’s almost becoming a roar. The slave does not realize it, but its own cock is as stiff as it’s ever been, and it is about to cum again. it is close. At that moment, Tariq shouts and his juices shoot down the slave’s throat. Also, at that moment, the slave’s cock erupts.
Half an hour later, the priest slave is washing Tariq in his shower. Tariq turns his back to the slave and bends slightly. The slave drops to its knees and with its hands separates his buttocks opening his ass crack to make way for its face to rim this Superior. its tongue starts with short darting moves, and then it goes deep. For a second time in the hour, the slave causes Master Tariq to be moaning with pleasure.
The following morning, when Tariq is with Master Shareem showing him the recordings of the previous night’s activities, Shareem tells him that he wants the slave in his quarters this night. He wants to give the slave “freedom” to use its creativity now that it has learned so much from Tariq’s tutoring.
Then, Tariq observes, “The priest slave has been speaking more and more in Arabic. its teacher has increased greatly his expectations since he says that the slave finds language easy. As you and I viewed the recording just now, I realize what I did not last night – as my attention was ‘elsewhere’. The priest slave spoke only in Arabic the whole time!”
Entering Shareem’s quarters once again that night with Tariq, the priest slave falls to its knees, crawls to its owner and kisses his feet. Shareem has loosened his robe allowing it to fall open. The slave rises to its knees, kisses the tip of the Master’s cock, and then his balls. Shareem is purposely looking to see if it is having its now “usual” response of spontaneously drooling at this moment in the ritual. it is.
He says, “slave. You have become such a slut! You drool anytime you think that a cock will be entering one of your holes!” The slave does not look up at him, but Shareem can see the smile on its face. He adds, “Your owner is satisfied that you have realized your inferior state . . . and accepted what you are: a hole for your betters. Speak, priest slave.”
“The Master speaks the truth. This slave’s only purpose is to serve its superiors’ sex desires. it needs nothing more than to pleasure them. its own pleasure comes from serving and obeying.”
Now, I know. No, this slave knows – what it is. it wishes Master Shareem had found it earlier in its life.
Tariq tells it, “Stand, slave. Master Shareem has decided to allow you to service his needs as you might decide on you own . . . as you did with me last night.”
The slave stands and walks behind its owner. it starts by gently removing his robe, folding it, and laying it aside. Then, it begins by placing its hands on his shoulders and using its fingers, lightly at first and then slightly more strongly, to knead his body. As it works lower, it leans in and kisses his upper back and lightly licks his skin. Unaware that it was about to happen, the slave itself sounds a moan of pleasure.
Ah. This slave is serving its Master! its pleasure comes from serving!
The slave continues down to its Master’s buttocks. it asks, “Does this slave’s Master wish it to use its fingers in his crack and anus?” The answer is immediate, “Your owner does wish it!” With a smile, the slave runs its index finger from the top of Shareem’s ass crack, past his hole, and to his taint. it plays there, briefly, teasing.
Then, it returns to Shareem’s hole and runs its finger around its entrance several times before entering it gently. it explores there, teases its owner’s prostate eliciting a satisfied moan from him, and then brings the finger out.
Moving to the front of the Master, it kneels to kiss and lick his feet. Then, it begins to use its hands working up his body, it skips his genitals, moving to the naval and abs. Before massaging his abs, it tongues his naval after having very gently fingered it. Coming to the Master’s nipples, it licks all round first the one, and then the other. it lightly nibbles each of them, bringing a groan from Shareem as his cock also jumps.
Upon reaching the Master’s face, the slave places its hands on either side of his neck and rubs with a gentle firmness. Shareem says to it, “slave. Open your mouth.” The slave had hoped that the Master would invite this action. its mouth opens, and the Master enters it with his tongue. Then, the two tongues “do battle”, ending in a prolonged, sealed, and lustful kiss.
As this was happening, the slave’s hands had begun to fondle Shareem’s balls and to stroke his cock. By the time the kiss ends, each of the two are completely hard, their leaking cocks touching one another.
Next, the slave sits down on the carpeted floor, looks up to the Master’s face, licks its lips, and asks, “Would it please Master to sit down in front of his slave?” As he begins to lower himself, Shareem says, “Indeed it would please the Master to do so!”
Once seated in front of one another, each of them with legs folded, the priest slave reaches to take the Master’s balls and begins to fondle them gently. Then, it moves one of its hands to his cock. Each of them is still completely hard. The slave uses the pre-cum from both of their slits to lubricate its owner’s shaft as it pleasures him. Finally, the slave takes one of its hands to open the Master’s legs, followed by placing its own on either side of Shareem’s body. The priest slave moves its body so that its ass hole is above Shareem’s hard cock. Leaning back, it takes that cock and guides it into its tube as it lifts its legs to rest on the Master’s shoulders. For the next half an hour, Shareem fucks his property. He moves from slow to fast and back. The slave is using all that it has learned to pleasure the erect penis of its owner now inside its body. The loud moaning and groans coming from each of them are witness to the extent of pleasure that each is receiving. Once the Master has cum into the slave, he leans forward, nearly exhausted, above the chest of the panting priest slave. He places his tongue into its mouth, his cock still within its ass hole, and again they kiss long and lustfully.
Once Shareem sits up and allows his now semi-hard cock to fall from the slave’s body, he looks to Tariq and extends his hand, thus inviting him to help him to his feet. Smiling, he says to Tariq, “I will have the priest slave in my quarters all nights from now on.” Although Tariq smiles, he feels sad that it will not still be in his own quarters.
For the next month, the priest slave is brought each night to its owner’s bedroom. There, it engages the Master in foreplay and gently masturbates his cock while the owner reads or watches television or speaks on the telephone. When the Master wishes to urinate, he tells the slave, “Kneel up, slave, and open your mouth.” The first night with its owner, the slave learns that this means its mouth is about to receive his piss. it eagerly places itself between his legs and opens its mouth to receive the golden fluid.
The Master enjoys having the slave actually in his bed most nights, rather than on the floor at the foot of his bed. He has taken a definite liking to the skill that this cock whore Roman priest slave has grown to possess.
Shareem would never have dreamed that day on the airplane in the London airport when he and Tariq conspired to capture the young priest that it would within less than a year’s time show such an accomplished degree of skill as a cock whore!
I love the feel of my Master’s body. Having his cock in my mouth or my ass hole is ecstasy for me! In all my life before, I would never have had a reason to wonder what pleasure being an owned sex slave might be. I had never even thought about its existing. But now – thanks to Master Shareem – I do know! I am so grateful to him for having taken me, trained me, and that he is pleased to use me.
After a month, Shareem asks Tariq one morning, “Is there any more training that you think the priest slave needs before it is auctioned?”
Tariq has given this thought, and he answers, “Yes, Master. Though it has completely come to think of itself as the object that it is – a slave, a thing, a hole to be used by its owner, I believe that it needs to understand how to use its talents to seduce men who are not yet familiar with its body’s skills. May I take it to train it?”
Shareem replies, “Hmm. I have greatly enjoyed its body this past month. But, since I am going to sell it in any event, it is better that I wean myself away from its use. Yes. You may have it back in your quarters beginning tonight. I will use it only once or twice a week until it is finally sold at auction.”
That night, in his rooms with the priest slave, Tariq asks it, “What are you?” it replies, “A slave, Master.” “You are not a priest – a Roman priest?” “Master, no. The object before you is a slave.” Tariq says, “So, you are a thing – like that chair over there, or like that plant in the corner?” “This slave is chattel, Master. it is like the other animals that Master owns.” Tariq asks, “What is your usefulness to an owner, slave?” The slave replies, “Master. This slave is used as a hole for a Master’s cock to pleasure himself. its hands and body are to be used to make a Master pleased.”
Tariq then says, “Why does your cock stiffen and your mouth drool as you say these things, slave?” Not even having realized that this had occurred, the slave smiles and says, “Master. The slave did not attend to what its body was doing. At the thought of servicing a Master, this slave is aroused.” Tariq continues, “And so – does the slave’s mind agree with its body?” “Master. Before you is a slave. it serves and obeys. its body is aroused when it thinks about this.” Tariq finally asks, “But, surely that Roman priest rebels at this change . . . this ‘conversion’ – no?”
“Master,” says the priest slave, “no – the Roman priest is no more.” Tariq notices that the slave’s pelvis is beginning to move back and forth. it continues speaking, “Only the slave is before its better now. This slave is not a person. it has learned and it knows now that it is a thing. it is to be used as its owner wants.” With this, the slave’s pelvis moves more violently, and without it having touched itself at all, it shoots a rope of cum out in front of it, showering the front of Tariq’s robes and the tops of his bare feet.
The priest slave exclaims, “Master! Master! This slave is sorry! it did not know what its body was about to do. it will wash Master’s robes!”
Tariq laughs, saying, “No, slave. No need to feel sorry. Other slaves wash my robes. No. This was good. I know now that I am correct. I told Master Shareem that your mind completely accepts that you are a cock whore slave. With this, I know that I spoke the truth to him! But, come and lick the slave’s cum from my feet and from the floor. That you must do.”
To Be Continued.
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