Syrian slave

It was getting dark and in the oasis beside Aleppo, the heat gave way to the pleasant night breeze.

In Monroy's tent, now my master, Selim the eunuch was preparing me for the first night. His master, of which Selim had been a Turkish whore, having discovered him fucking his master's sister, had promptly castrated him. But then pitiful, instead of chasing him away, the master had appointed him to educate the sissies. Like all crusader knights, Monroy had sworn to abstain from females, but laughing, along with the other knights, he had expressed the opinion that the prohibition did not extend to the
sweet buttocks of little boys.

Selim described to me the mightiness of Monroy whose club nearly a foot long and the size of a pilgrim's staff, was known throughout Syria. In getting ready, after realizing that he had not shave me because I was as smooth as a ten-year-old child, he instructed me how to please the master. I had to thank him, in return for buying me from the Danaite Moors who would otherwise have sold me to a Persian brothel. Selim was explicit: how to lick the master’s dick until it hardened, how to take it in the mouth, how to offer him my little pink buttocks. He tried to console me for the pain I would feel. In truth it was not necessary because before puberty came, my father and my older brother had violated my innocence several times by putting their cocks in my little hole.  Forcing my mouth, they had filled my throat with male cum. So, with a male gravy diet you will become more sissy they said laughing. My mother, knowing that they would sell me, taught me how to tighten the muscle of my little asshole to simulate virginity and, as an expert woman, she manipulated my nipples until they turned red and as big as Caucasus cherries.

The first night was a dream. I watched him while only dressed in the silk tights that highlighted the big dick, he was massaged on his shoulders and his broad hairy chest by the afrcan slave. He was perfumed and when he turned around showing me his powerful muscled buttocks smelling of spices, I become mad.

On my knees, in front of him, I screamed: “master I am your bitch” and I took off his tights. The aroused big cock rose like a tower and he, laughing, with it, slapped my face and lips.

Getting up, I asked him to squeeze my nipples. The pain made my little dick jump up. He turned me on with gentle caresses, all over my body, played with my trinket making it harder and kissed my eyes. Then he said: it is time to make you my sissy boy. He did not want to take me like as if a were a cow. He lay down on the pillows with his huge penis erect like a tower and made me sit on him. The big tip began to enter little by little my little hole that Selim had abundantly greased. It was not enough though. As the weight of my body and the pressure of his hands on my shoulders slowly forced the penetration, I cried in pain.

I felt torn as if a sword had cut my insides. But his caresses and his gently squeezing my nipples did the miracle. At the end, my little ass on my folded legs had taken the huge member within itself. I no longer felt torn apart but like a possessed female. Grateful I smiled at him and caressed his face which expressed pleasure. Then he took my little body in his hands and started to make it go up and down on his huge cock. I was getting aroused, and a sense of joy and enjoyment filled me. My trinket hardened and started to tremble. He noticed it and stopped.  His dick was all big and hard inside me. He bit my nipples fiercely and squeezed my testicles with his strong left hand. amazed I did not feel pain but from my cock came a jet of milky and gelatinous liquid that reached the master on the face. Trembling with my first enjoyment, I cried out: “forgive master.” He smiled, with his finger collected my cum from his face and then put his finger in his mouth. Good, said this whore sauce.

Brutally he resumed penetrating me and finally the up and down of the member in my ass produced the release of his copious semen. My belly was full as if I were pregnant and I did not dare move to be able to savor this filling of my little hole. When I got up his cum coming out in streams created a lake. That night I slept in his bed.

For the next two years I was his little sissy whore. So, sissy that by accompanying them on visits to the sheikhs, they were amazed that the master instead of enjoying a hairy boy would be satisfied with a girl.

Unfortunately, the age was making itself felt and with horror I realized that puberty was coming, and the little female body was becoming masculine and that I was getting covered with hair.

He gave me, to celebrate the anniversary of my purchase, this mischievous song.

Slut, blond and handsome bodied,

in the woods she shows her little ass with a round hole.

Then gentle lead me the bird for a long time.

If you suck it right, we will have a blast.

Come on, do not be a shy asshole!

Take my big stick up your ass.

Inside you I want to make it jump,

then horny, from you to make me ass fucked.

We play joyfully together like sluts.

Although for now we are missing the round boobs

we have big cocks,

adorned with hairy balls.

The greedy mouth, intent on sucking,

will always be happy, my man.

Although I was not a slave, I submitted myself with pleasure to his perverse lust and sometimes played as being his master. But now, ungrateful he summoned me.

“You are getting old, and I like young meat.” He spoke. “I have decided to sell you.”

I cried desperately. He was moved and decided he would take me to France. But not as his sissy boy lover.

But first, he imposed a great humiliation over me, to make me and his friends, all remember who I was.

With Selim I prepared a great dinner for the master and his six Knight Templar friends who had come from Jerusalem.

The table, adorned with flowers, was covered with refined food and precious wines. But, in truth I was the meal to eat.

Before eating I had to dance naked, squeezing and opening my buttocks, caressing my small tits, beating me with their stiff trinkets to excite them.

Then crawling from one seat to the other where they sat naked, I had to suck their cocks and swallow the sauce.

When I finished, they allowed me, exhausted to lie down on the carpets and sleep.

Their feast went on. In the afternoon, at the order of the master, I had to first accommodate their cocks in my little hole and make me fertilize, then clean them with my tongue and make them cum in my mouth.

Out of humiliation, everyone spanked me. My little buttocks on fire that surrounded a red and swollen hole like a whore's mouth, were so sensitive that every touch made me harden the trinket giving me shivers of lust.

To finish the evening, I had to lie down on the ground, and they slipped a big fake olive wood phallus in me. The Templars had brought from Jerusalem and that they would have given me as a souvenir for the trip to France. and I impaled had to masturbate them as a thank you by letting their smelling cum cover my body

My master had meanwhile drawn various sketches depicting all the accomplished lust and all naked participants. Before ending the evening, he imprisoned my balls with a golden ring who carried the script “obedient slave whore boy”. It is a gift he laughed.

So, ended the love story with my master.

He kept his word and took me to France. But he exiled me in cold Normandy to an isolated monastery near the sea. I learned to read and write, to compose songs, and to speak Latin.

But in exchange, for the teaching they gave me, I became the whore of those fat and lustful monks who sometimes lent me as a pleasure boy to other monasteries.