After my session with Prince Amir, I lay there exhausted but happy and satisfied. I was waiting for the sheikh's attendants to come and help me clean up; instead, Jean Luc came to the door and sat on the bed. He looked worried, but I started telling him that I was sure I would be bought by the sheikh and his sons. I also said that I was excited about the new jewellery that I was measured for. He started shaking his head, and I wondered what the problem was, so he told me.
" It's not going to work like that, I'm afraid. Rob, the brothel owners have arrived, and they are furious that they were unable to inspect you sooner and make a proposal, so the consul and even the sheikh have agreed that for a huge deposit of cash to ensure that you are not injured or damaged in any way, they will be able to rent you for a week so that your ability and talent can be appraised. You are to be put on a plane back with the owners to Zanzibar and put to work in the brothel stables."
I was horrified to hear this and started to weep. While he tried to comfort me, he was caressing me as well, and I realised what he wanted. I tried to get up and explained that I needed to shower and clean myself inside, as the prince had deposited his seed into me in great volume. But he said he would be happy joining his cum with that of a noble prince, which, I thought, was a bit kinky. He also explained there would be little time and that he dearly wanted to fuck me, so I felt his fingers inside me as he turned me on my back and ordered me to spread my legs and grab my ankles, which I found a bit degrading but complied. He put my legs over his shoulders and swiftly mounted me without any preliminary tenderness, saying that this would be the norm for me now for the next week, and started thrusting into me quite hard. I was grateful for the natural lube of the prince's seed inside me.
He pounded me relentlessly, and the only extra pleasure I got was him twisting my nipples, which made me gasp and grip him harder with my anal muscles. The fucking lacked tenderness and was over in 20 minutes, and as he pulled out, he advised me to try and keep the 2 loads of spunk inside me, as they were taking me straight away and the plane trip would be a very heavy session with 10 or 12 horny guys who believed only cum was the lube allowed to whores.
I was upset by his words, and he seemed to have changed, but he was right. As soon as he left, 4 guys came in and roughly put a collar on me, which had cuffs on either side of it, and my hands were cuffed with the Velcro straps. A butt plug was unceremoniously shoved up me, and I heard a click as it expanded and locked in place.
I was marched naked through the corridors, and as the plug rubbed me, I developed a huge hard-on and started leaking pre-cum, much to their delight as they kept scooping it off the tip of my cock and tasting it appreciatively.
I was bundled up to the steps of a private jet, where another 10 men dressed in business suits were waiting for me.
They all greeted me and started feeling me up. The 4 guys who brought me to the plane were told to uncuff me from the collar and take it off, and they obeyed subserviently. Then the businessmen also wanted to taste my pre-cum and liked the flavour. They asked the attendants to clean me up but to keep the plug in until later, and started to undress as the plane took off.
There was a really good-looking guy who came up to me and sat by me and started caressing and teasing my nipples. He appreciated how much it turned me on and how docile I was. For such a big guy, he started to explain that I was going to be selected as a mare to be bred by the stallions at the club and that docility was a good trait to have. He scooped up more of my pre-cum and tasted it, then continued feeding it to me. By that time, he was fully undressed, and I was presented with his gorgeous cut cock, which I took with pleasure. I felt he just wanted me to tease him, as when I tried to deep throat him, he pulled back a bit, so I came off his cock and started to work on his nipples, alternating with kissing his neck. He appreciated the intimacy.
Then the inevitable happened: a bench with straps was bought and placed into the aisle. I was placed face down, and before my legs and arms were strapped, a round, bolster-shaped implement was placed under my pelvis to get my arse raised high. Then I was securely strapped in place, and I felt the plug unclick as it was slowly pulled out. A bit was placed in my mouth, and reins on both sides were clipped onto the bit as they explained that it was to control me better. To which I nodded in agreement. I felt with some shame the cum that was pumped into me before had started sliding out of my fuck hole down my thighs and felt a damp cloth wiping it up. It wasn't long before I felt the first cock slide into me, so I let out a low groan, which they seemed pleased to hear.
Then the fucking started, and each time they had shot their load into me, I was merely wiped a bit, so the next cock went up me. This lasted for hours; some were quick, but the second or third time round they took longer, as the reins were pulled up or slackened off. I soon learned to thrust back as and when required; it was just like being ridden.
They all congratulated me and said that I would be a great success in their establishments, and they would make sure that their "investment" would be well looked after. I was then allowed to take a shower with the attendants, who, before we showered together, decided they would fuck me too. They were not so considerate, though, and fucked me roughly. Then I was washed and douched out at least 6 times until all the cum had run out of me. I felt tired, lonely, and ashamed.
When we landed, I was collared and cuffed again and escorted naked into a large SUV, and we moved off in a convoy of similar vehicles, after half an hour of high-speed travel, where all other cars were stopped by police to speed us through.
We arrived at a sumptuous building where everyone piled out; it was obviously some sort of luxury club. I was taken through corridors into a room
with a large jacuzzi and some kind of examination table, and uncuffed and directed to take the slave stance, which was hands behind the neck, legs spread apart, and standing very straight. Two men came in dressed in white coats and examined me intimately.
I was told to lie on the table, and my legs were put in stirrups and strapped down.
I was asked how long it had been since I had ejaculated and told them about a week, if I had an internal orgasm due to the men fucking me on the plane, to which I said no, how often I had internal orgasms usually, and what stimulation was used. So I mentioned the vibrating plug placed inside the man who was fucking me and the feel of the vibrations it gave me, and it was a week ago, to which they nodded with interest.
I was then placed on all fours and told to raise my arse up. A vibrating cock ring was placed around my scrotum and cock and switched on. I then felt that I was being lubed up, and a large cock was entering me slowly. I groaned in appreciation at the penetration.
Then I felt another sensation; there were now vibrations coming from the cock inside me, very subtle but very exciting. The medic fucking me must have placed a cock ring on himself. He now started explaining to me, " I want you to clench your internal muscles as I fuck you and thrust back as you get more pleasure. You have to concentrate on the owner of the cock inside you first and visualise it thrusting in and out. Do not try and cum until I tell you to get ready ". I nodded in agreement, and every time I felt his cock head at my prostate, I let out a gasp of pleasure, to which he pulled away. I tried to thrust back, but he was teasing me, I realised, so I concentrated on my clenching to draw him deeper into me. It was working; he started to thrust deeper and faster.
As he hit my prostate, I clenched harder to try and keep him there and could feel my cum boiling up. We carried on the rhythm until he said he was almost ready and for me to prepare myself. As he thrust harder and faster, I could feel his cock swelling, and I clenched harder still and kept the vibrations from his cock ring coursing into me. Then we both went faster as I kept thrusting, and he slapped me lightly on the arse, which I took as the signal, and I pushed right back onto him, and I felt him exploding into me with a huge roar, and I came like a comet at the same time.
The fuck had lasted an hour.
It took us 10 minutes to come down from that fantastic high.
" That was the best fuck I have ever had, Rob. We need to try and get you to perform like this at least twice a week for exceptional clients; the word will soon get around about your expert fucking and prostate orgasms. Well done!" He said
I felt a great pride in myself that I hadn't felt for a while.
When I woke up, I slowly realised that I had seemingly been tricked again.
As I had been put into a sort of dormitory where all the whores were kept.
It was a mix of men, some seemed to be OK and some not, as I could tell that they were not exactly the crème de la crème I had been used to. Some of the larger guys came up to me and started to handle me a bit roughly, they were smiling but in a knowing sort of way.
I had no choice but accept the situation. Fingers were roughly shoved into me and cocks forced into my mouth without any preliminaries or kindness and consideration.
The smaller guys were obviously scared of the larger ones and looked at me with some pity, I realised that there were the "cheaper end" of the market I had been placed in, and it reminded me of the situation I had been in, exposed to 100 black guys in a huge cell who relentlessly fucked me for a solid 48 hours or so, but they were grateful and sympathetic to my plight.
These guys were watching me with glee in their eyes, looking forward at what they could inflict on me.
Then the session, or brutal fucking, started and lasted for 2 days solid.
I can't really say I was treated badly, but it was a total contrast compared to the treatment I had before, and being in a strange and different place unnerved me quite a bit.
I was well lubed at all times in all anal interaction, for which I was grateful for, but basically treated like an object or lump of meat. Not only that, but I hoped I had not been damaged internally and didn't think so, so it was not really physical torture but rather mental which was worse.
I worked out that I had had at least 200 cocks in me either anally or orally and was a wreck.
Someone came and took me out of the dormitory, and I was introduced to the stable master, who looked me up and down and then started to explain.
"This is how we assess all our mares here I’m afraid, and as you are one of the rarest white boys we have had, there were plenty of volunteers wanting to use you. Usually, it is only about 30 guys who wish to put a mare through its paces. But you are strong and determined and have pulled through so you deserve to be congratulated, you will now be thoroughly cleaned and tested, and a special ointment inserted into you, so your anal muscles can be brought back to tightness.
You will then start your normal duties here, which will be explained to you. As you are aware, you have been rented out for a period of time to us until we decide to buy you or not. I will also have the pleasure tomorrow to assess you so that I can make a report on you, but can assure you that it will be a nicer experience for you."
With that, he left
To be continued ...
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