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The Infidel (MM, tort, forced-orgasms)
By Prisoner (an137809@anon.penet.fi)
I tried to stifle another yawn and looked at my watch.
It was 03:30.
"Damn," I thought to myself, "another hour before my
tour is over."
I got up from behind the desk, and walked towards the
office door. I opened it and looked up and down the
dark corridor. There is nothing as boring as embassy
duty in the middle of the night.
"Oh well, at least I don't have to stand outside in the
cold like those other jarheads." I mused silently.
Being a Marine sergeant had some privileges. I walked
down the corridor towards the men's room. I entered and
switched on the light. After pissing, I went over and
washed my hands, looking at my reflection in the
mirror. I dried my hands, and then rubbed the dark
stubble on my head. I never could get used to the
Marine Corps hair style. When I first joined the
Marines out of high school three years ago, I had been
real proud of my dark wavy hair. Oh, well. There were
other things the Corps taught me to be proud of.
I continued staring, dark brown eyes stared back at me
beneath black eyebrows. I smiled, revealing the $5000
my folks had paid to give me that million dollar smile.
Vain? Hell yes I'm vain. I've had enough propositions
from women and men to know that I've got something to
offer. Shit, even when I was 14 or 15 I was being
chased. I was a "pretty boy" then, thank god I look
more masculine now. I guess the Corps had something to
do with it, hardening and toughening me.
My eyes swept down to my chest and the uniform blouse
that outlined every definition. Like I said, I'd been
kind of soft when I joined, skinny actually. I looked
at my watch. It was 03:40.
"What the hell" I spoke out-loud, but in a low voice,
and began to unbutton my shirt.
I pulled the shirttails out of my trousers and shucked
the shirt off, laying it carefully on the next sink. I
reached down with both hands and slowly pulled my tee
shirt over my head, and tossed it on top of my shirt.
I looked myself up and down. My chest was a uniform
brown from the hours spent at the embassy pool, and
before that at the beach in Oceanside. The brown of my
skin was offset by the dark curly hair that was set in
a triangle between my nipples and midsection. A trail
of hair also extended down from my midsection, circled
around my navel and then continued on in an almost
straight line down, below my belt. A glory trail
someone had once said.
Because of basic training and my subsequent workouts,
my chest was well muscled, but not over-built. I was
still fairly slender, weighing in at 150 pounds on a
5'11" frame, but now I had good definition. I began to
finger and pinch one of my nipples. In response, it
began to firm up. I reached over and stirred the other
one to life. A familiar fire began to warm my
midsection, and I could feel my cock stirring below. I
swallowed, as my horniness grew even stronger.
I looked over my shoulder.
"Shit," I thought silently, "that's stupid, no one is
here but those two dumb jarheads outside."
I reached down and unbuckled my belt with one hand. I
began to knead my cock through the cloth of my pants
with the other hand. I slowly unzipped my trousers and
pushed them down to my knees. My cock was hard,
straining against the cloth of my shorts. A wet spot
appeared on the white cotton where my cockhead oozed
precum. I quickly pushed the shorts down on top of my
pants, my cock sprang free.
I rubbed the precum over the head of my cock, and
slowly began moving the skin up and down. I pinched the
edge of the foreskin and pulled it further over the
head of my cock. I had a pretty long foreskin compared
to other guys I'd seen. Mine extended a good two
inches. I pushed a finger through the end of the
foreskin and began to message the head of my cock.
"Hsssh" I gasped between clenched teeth.
God, it felt great. I pulled the foreskin back
revealing the mushroom shaped head of my cock. More
precum oozed out of my piss hole. I massaged the precum
up and down the shaft. My cock was pretty big by
comparison, standing a full 9.5" when fully hard, like
it was now. I cupped my balls with my free hand and
began to knead and squeeze them.
"Aaah," I moaned as I felt the juices begin to move. I
pulled down sharply on my balls and my cock jerked and
let fly with a huge wad of thick white cum that
splattered the mirror and sink.
"Aaah, aah, aaaaah," I gasped as my cock continued to
shoot its load.
I stood there for a few seconds, panting, my cock still
hard, and the last rivulets of cum oozing out and
dropping onto the sink.
"Whew," I finally sighed. I pulled up my shorts and
pants, and began to put on my shirt. After I was
dressed, I washed down the sink and mirror; not wanting
to leave pecker tracks to shock the embassy staff. I
looked at my watch, it was 04:15.
"Thank god," I muttered to myself as I realized that my
tour was almost over. I left the men's room and walked
quickly back to the office.
At exactly 04:30 the door opened and Sergeant Mayes
entered.
"Anything happening?" he asked routinely.
"Nope, nothing, just like always in this fucking sand
trap." I replied as I got up to leave.
I walked out of the office and down the corridor to the
front door. I opened it and walked out into the early
morning air. Back home it would have been cool and
refreshing, but here in Saudi Arabia it was still hot
from the day before. I left the embassy grounds and
began walking towards my apartment.
I had been here for 3 months, and I still didn't like
the place. I liked the embassy duty, since there wasn't
much to do. I liked living in an apartment rather than
on post, but the place was hot and dry, and there
wasn't much a gay guy could do, unless he liked camel
jockeys.
Because I was preoccupied with feeling sorry for myself
for being here in the first place, I failed to notice
that a car had pulled away from the curb when I left
the embassy and was slowly following me. It was a big
mistake.
"Hey, GI," I heard a voice call out.
I turned towards the sound and found myself staring
down the barrel of an uzi poking through the window of
a car. The back doors opened and two arabs got out. I
looked around to see if anyone else was nearby, and to
see if there was anyway I could run.
"Don't be stupid GI, I can cut you down before you get
5 steps" the voice from inside the car spoke coldly.
"What do you wa.." I started to ask, my voice quivering
with rising fear. But before I could finish, the two
arabs who had gotten out were on top of me. A rag was
stuffed in my mouth, my arms were pinned behind my back
and I could feel a cord being wrapped around my wrists.
They quickly hustled me into the car and through a
blanket over me. I felt the car start to move.
We continued to drive for some time. I lost track of
how long. It felt like we were first on pavement and
then, because of the way the car bounced, on an unpaved
surface. The heat was stifling and being underneath the
blanket didn't help much. I kept thinking to myself
that these must be terrorists, and I was going to be
the next item in the headlines. My mind wandered to all
sorts of images until I was jolted into reality as the
car came to an abrupt halt. The blanket was pulled off
me, and the two who had hustled me into the car now
hustled me out. The sun was so bright that I was
momentarily blinded.
I blinked and tried to clear my vision. Within a few
seconds my vision began to clear. I was outdoors and
around us were several tents. The flap of one tent
opened and another arab came through it and walked
toward us. I was being held by the two arabs who had
come with me. The third in the car, the one with the
uzi was standing nearby.
As the one came up, he began to speak with the one
toting the uzi. They were speaking arabic, so I had no
idea what they were saying. As they continued to speak,
I looked around the camp. There were about 4 tents. In
front of each was a campfire. I saw no other vehicles.
To one side there were camels tied in a row. I
continued to scan the camp as their conversation
continued. To one side was a structure that looked like
a football goal post, with two posts upright and a
third laying across the top. Ropes hung from the middle
of the cross beam. In front of the contraption, there
were four stakes that had been pounded into the sand.
They looked to be spaced the size of a man, spread-
eagled.
The conversation stopped and I looked back towards the
two who had been speaking. The one with the uzi came
over to me.
"Welcome, GI" he spoke in mock friendliness. "My
father, " he indicated the other arab with a nod,
"welcomes you too."
I stood there, silently since I was gagged.
"Oh, how thoughtless of me" he commented as he pulled
the gag free. "Now you can speak."
"What do you want, why am I here.." I started to
stammer.
"What do we want" he interjected, causing me to stop
talking. "What we want and why you are here are the
same thing" he smiled.
I must have looked confused.
"You are here, because we want ....you" he answered.
"My government won't submit to kidnapers, they won't
pay any ransom." I stated, hoping that they would, in
fact, pay whatever they had to to get me out of here.
"No, no GI" he spoke in earnest, "you don't
understand."
I must have really looked confused then.
"I said we want you, and that is all we want. You." he
offered.
"I don't understand.. I began to stammer"
The other arab, his father, shouted out something in
arabic. By the tone of his voice he wasn't pleased with
what was going on.
The one in front of me turned and answered. Then he
turned back to me.
"My father is impatient. He wants us to get on with
it."
Now I was really confused, and afraid.
"Get on with what" I asked, my voice quivering in real
fear.
The arab ignored my question and put down his uzi. He
then pulled a dagger out of his robe and came up next
to me. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath,
knowing that he was going to kill me. I heard laughter
and opened my eyes to see him grinning.
"No GI, " he purred, "we are not going to kill you. We
are going to save you."
He grabbed the cloth of my shirt and pulled and with
his knife began to cut away the fabric. As soon as my
shirt was shredded he pulled off the tatters and
discarded them. He pulled the neck of my tee shirt and
inserted the blade, and pulled down, ripping the tee
shirt in two. A few cuts later and the tee shirt joined
the pile of rags at my feet. I was now stripped to the
waist. He took the point of the knife and touched first
one and then the other of my nipples.
"Hssh" I gasped, more in fear than in pain, since he
didn't even nick me.
"In time, my friend, in time" he spoke softly. He
grabbed the waistband of my trousers and cut downward,
ripping the trousers. He cut down each leg until the
pants fell away. He reached down and pulled off my
shoes and socks. The sand burned my feet. I stood
there, wearing only my shorts.
"You have a nice body" he mused "even if you are an
infidel."
He inserted the blade in the waistband of my shorts and
began to rip and tear the cloth. In a few seconds I
stood there totally naked. "As I suspected" he hissed
as he reached over and grabbed by cock and balls " you
do not have the mark of the covenant." he continued
showing my uncut cock to the other arabs.
His father shouted more arabic words, and the two who
held me pushed and shoved me towards the stakes that
were in the ground. As we got there, they pushed me
down onto the ground. The arab with the uzi pointed it
at me.
"In case you get any foolish ideas" he smiled.
They cut through the cord that bound my wrists, but
before I could rub them, they pushed me down on my
back, and pulled my arms up and out. In a few moments
they had secured each of my wrists to the stakes above
my head. They then went to my ankles and pulled my legs
down, and apart, securing the ankles to the stakes at
my feet. I closed my eyes against the bright sun.
"In case you are wondering what this is about" the arab
spoke slowly, " my father instructed us to bring back
an infidel. An american infidel. The reason...he
believes that the Americans have caused our people to
forget their heritage. He is filled with anger." he
continued talking as he stooped down by my head, his
hand began to wander across my chest, fingering the
hair there, and pinching and twisting my nipples.
"He wanted to attack the American embassy, to punish
them. That would have been foolish. We convinced him
that he could vent his rage against a single american,
as a symbol of his displeasure." he smiled down at me.
His hand continued to wander down my chest, fingering
my pubic hair and then slowly rubbing against my cock.
"So, you are the chosen one" he continued to smile. His
hand was expert, even tied down in the middle of the
desert, stark naked, and waiting for god knows what, my
cock responded by growing harder. I couldn't believe
it.
"You are here to suffer the punishment my father wanted
to give your embassy. You are the symbolic
representative of your people."
My cock started to pulse. I tried to will away the
coming orgasm. The arab laughed and continued to stroke
my dick. I clenched my teeth.
"Ooooh" I moaned as my cock began to ejaculate thick
gobs of cum.
"Hmm, " the arab mused, "it is true what I have heard
about you Americans." he spoke softly as he rubbed the
cum into my chest and over my cock and balls.
"What's that" I spoke with hatred.
"That you prize sex above all other pleasantries, and
will have orgasms even when you are in pain." he
answered matter of factly. "We will see if it is true,
we will provide you with the pain."
His father came over carrying a clay pot. He spoke
something to the son, who got up and moved away from
me. The father knelt at my side and smiled. Reaching
into the pot, he took a thick gob of some kind of
sticky substance on his finger. He put his finger to my
lips and smeared some of the stuff on them. It was
honey.
He then began to rub some of the honey, first on each
of my nipples, then on to my cock and balls. Like his
son, he too found my cock interesting, and stroked me
until I was hard once again. I pulled uselessly at my
restraints. He smeared more honey onto my hard dick and
then got up and moved away.
I lay there for several minutes, the thick aroma of
honey beginning to waft through the air in the heat. I
couldn't figure out what this game was. Suddenly I
began to hear buzzing. I raised my head and saw a huge
horsefly land on my chest and begin to crawl towards my
nipples. The fly began to lick at the honey. In a few
seconds more flies appeared.
"Ow" I hollered as one of the flies took a bite out of
my flesh.
"Ow, ah, ow, shit" I began to holler as more of the
flies mixed licking the honey with biting my nipples,
cock and balls.
"Shit, god, ow, aaah" I screamed as more flies
descended and joined the others in torturing me.
They were all over me, biting at my cock, my balls, my
tits. I tried to shake them off, but couldn't move but
a few centimeters. I arched my back and pulled again at
the ropes that held my wrists and ankles. This seemed
only to infuriate the flies and they began biting me in
earnest.
"Aaaah" I screamed as the torment grew worse. I knew
that my cock and balls would look like hamburger if
this continued much longer.
The arabs came over and brushed away the flies. My head
fell back against the sand, my breath came in deep
gulps. I tried to block out the dull throbbing that now
replaced the sharp pain of the insect bites. I opened
my eyes and looked at the arabs standing over me. They
looked back at me blankly. I guess they had grown bored
with this particular kind of torment.
The father spoke something to the son who smiled in
return and left. The father then knelt down beside me
once again, a toothless grin on his face. He pulled a
leather cord from inside of his robe. I raised my head
to see what he was doing as he began tying it around my
scrotum.
"Ah" I gasped as he pulled the cord tight, forcing my
nuts deep into the sac.
He then began to wind the cord around my scrotum,
tightening the pressure on my balls. He tied off the
end, and pulled the loose end down towards my feet.
There must have been 2 or 3 feet of cord.
"Aaaah" I screamed out as he yanked the cord. It felt
like he was trying to pull my nuts off.
I heard a pounding and raised my head again to see them
hammering another stake into the ground, this one
between my legs. The father then tied the end of the
cord around the stake and tightened it.
Great, I thought to myself, now what are they going to
do to me. Never in my wildest fantasies, and I've had
some pretty wild fantasies, including some S&M, did I
ever imagine my self stripped naked, and staked out in
the desert by my wrists, ankles and balls. I heard the
son return and looked up, he was holding a teapot.
"My father wants me to clean up the mess" he offered
simply, and then tipped the pot.
"Aaaah, shit, oh, shit..." I screamed and hollered as
scalding hot liquid hit my nipples chest and cock and
balls.
"Oh my" the arab mused "I told them not to leave this
out in the sun."
I tried to evade the boiling liquid.
"Aaah" I screamed as my attempts caused me to pull on
the thong that held my balls, and the resulting pain
snapped me back to reality. I couldn't move at all
without risking my nuts. I lay back and gritted my
teeth against the pain that had now subsided to a dull
ache.
"Well now, " the son started to speak "that's much
better. One cannot leave honey out in the open, for it
does attract the flies, and they are miserable little
beasts, are they not." he finished with a laugh and
turned away to walk over to his father.
"Bastard" I muttered under my breath. I raised my head
to see what this recent torture had done to me. My
chest, thighs, cock and balls were a fiery red. I
looked over at the father and son who were talking
softly to one another.
"I wonder what they're cooking up now" I thought
silently to myself. I laid my head back and closed my
eyes. The heat was almost unbearable as it beat down on
my skin. My mind began to wander to a hundred different
images. My apartment, the embassy, jerking off the
night before, home, my earlier sex fantasies.
I had often had sex fantasies that included S&M, but
they were mild compared to what was happening to me
now. I used to fantasize about being kidnaped, tied-up
and used by other guys. But in those fantasies the most
that ever happened was having my nipples, cock and
balls twisted and pinched. Well, occasionally I would
fantasize about something more extreme. Hot wax or
light whipping, even sometimes electricity; but the
whole thing revolved around forcing me to cum again and
again. This was different, even though I had been
jerked off by these camel jockeys.
"Asleep" I heard a voice ask.
My eyes opened with a start to see the son standing
over me.
"Surely these entertainments are not boring you," he
asked in mock sincerity, "it wouldn't do to have you
bored."
He stooped down beside me as his father came over and
sat down next to him. The fathers eyes were bright with
excitement.
The son reached over and took hold of my cock and began
to slowly stroke it. He pulled up the foreskin and
pushed his finger down through the skin until it
touched the head of my cock. His finger began rubbing
the head of my cock, which responded by growing harder.
I raised my head and looked at him, my eyes filled with
hate and defiance. He just smiled at me and pulled the
foreskin taut. He took his finger out and reached over
to scoop up some sand. Slowly he poured the sand down
the opening in my foreskin.
"Aah" I groaned as the hot sand hit the tender membrane
of my cockhead. He continued pouring sand until my
foreskin was filled half way. Then with one hand, he
pinched closed the opening, while with the other he
continued to stroke me. He shook my cock, causing sand
to slip down between my foreskin and the shaft and
edges of my cock head. Some of the sand fell into my
pee hole.
"Hssh" I gasped as the tiny sand grains scraped the
tender skin.
Then he tied a thong around the end of my foreskin,
pulling it tight so none of the sand could escape. His
father said something, and he dropped my cock which
fell against my stomach. His father then picked up my
cock and began to rub and twist it.
"Aaah, fuck.." I cried out as the father continued to
stroke and twist my cock, causing the sand to roughly
scrape my skin. The father smiled and continued to
manipulate my cock, making sure that the sand was
getting in to every crevice. He pinched where the head
of my cock was, forcing open my pee hole, and then
shook my cock to force more sand into it.
Then, satisfied that the sand was distributed as much
as it could be, he began to jack me off in earnest.
Pulling, twisting, pumping.
"Oooogh, hssssh, shit.." I moaned, turning my head from
side to side as pain screamed up from my cock. Cut guys
don't know how tender the cock and cockhead underneath
a foreskin can be. Right now I was wishing that I had
been cut. I had never thought of masturbation as
torture before, leave it to fucking arabs to think of
it.
Even though my cock was burning from the grating of the
sand, it was still responding to the stroking.
"Aaaaah" I screamed as I came, my cum shooting into my
foreskin. I arched my back and it fell back against the
sand.
"Uh, uh, uh" I moaned as my cock's pulsing grew slower.
I let my head drop again to the sand and closed my
eyes. My cock felt raw.
I felt the thong being untied, and my foreskin being
retracted. I raised my head to look down as the sand,
moistened with my cum fell in lumps onto my stomach.
The father smiled, and stood up as his son came to
stand beside him. He held another teapot.
I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes as he began to
pour, steeling myself against the coming fire. I felt a
cool liquid pour over my cock and balls and stomach,
and opened my eyes.
"It would never do to repeat an entertainment" the son
spoke matter of factly, "that would be boring."
He spoke something in arabic to the others, and the two
who had tied me to the stakes now began to untie me.
The son held his uzi pointing at me.
"I don't think you'll make any foolish mistakes, but
this is simply precaution." he remarked dryly.
As they released the last rope, they pulled me to my
feet one of them stepped behind me and held my arms
behind my back. The other walked over to where the
camels were tethered and began releasing one of the
camels. Meanwhile the father came out from his tent
carrying a bundle of palm fronds.
The one arab returned with the camel and forced it to
lay down. He then tethered it in place. He came back to
me and the two of them pushed me towards the camel. On
reaching the animal, I was pushed on my stomach, across
the saddle. One of the arabs came around in front of me
and pulled my arms forward. My wrists were tied
together with rope and the rope attached to a stake
that he pounded into the sand. At the same time, the
other arab had spread my ankles apart and was tying
each to other stakes driven into the ground.
"Now what" I wondered to myself as the completed tying
me over the hump of the camel.
Soon I felt hands on my back and ass, I twisted to try
to see what was happening, but couldn't see anything
but the damn camel.
"Ah" I grunted as I felt a finger probing my asshole.
"Aah" I groaned louder as two fingers were inserted
into my anus and continued probing. I felt other hands
begin to brush the sand off my back. It felt like all
of them were touching me. I heard more arabic spoken.
It sounded like the father. The touching stopped.
I waited, but nothing happened. I heard a slight
rustling sound. I turned and tried to look over my
shoulder to see what was going on but still could see
nothing.
"Ow, aah, motherfucker..." I hollered as my back and
ass suddenly stung from something hitting me.
"Shit,oooh, fuck.." I continued to groan as they
continued beating me. Suddenly my chin was grabbed and
pulled upwards so that I faced the son. He smiled at me
and showed me the palm fronds in his hand.
"Lovely, aren't they?" he asked " if you look very
carefully, you will see that their edges are jagged. It
is to prevent insects from crawling on the fronds and
eating them. However, it also serves very nicely as a
punishment tool. They sometimes cut and always irritate
the skin."
"Hsssh," I gasped between clenched teeth. I wasn't
going to give this camel jockey the enjoyment of
another scream, even though my back and ass were on
fire. He let my head drop and returned to the others.
"Mmmmph, hssssh, aaah, ow, ahh" I tried to stifle a
scream but couldn't as they continued their whipping.
As quickly as it started, it stopped. I continued to
sweat profusely, both from the heat and the torture,
the sweat added to the pain in my back and ass as the
salty liquid filled the cuts left by the fronds.
"Oh, ah, what.." I grunted and exclaimed as I felt
something thick probing my ass. Then I felt it go in
and knew what was happening. Somebody was fucking me.
"You bastards..." I screamed out in anger. I don't mind
being fucked, and have enjoyed it now and again. I've
even had rape as a fantasy. But this was different,
this really was rape.
"Ooh, ah," I groaned as the thick cock pushed in and
out, probing deeper with each thrust. The guy must have
been huge, it felt like my asshole was being torn
apart. I heard a grunt and then felt the warm moistness
of his cum shoot into me. He pulled out and I sighed
deeply. I didn't have a chance to relax, in a second
another cock was pushing into me.
"Ow, shit.." I hollered, this cock was bigger than the
last one. I closed my eyes against the pain, as one by
one the four arabs mounted me and shot their loads up
my ass.
After the last one had finished, they untied me from
the camel and marched me over to the uprights. The son
still held his uzi on me. Did the fucker think I would
make a run for it? They lowered one of the ropes and
tied my wrists together. Out of my line of sight one of
the others must have begun to pull on the other end,
because I found my arms being raised upward, being
pulled by the rope. When my arms were completely
extended above my head, they continued pulling until my
feet were dangling a foot off the sand. Then they tied
it off. They then tied ropes to each of my ankles and
pulled my legs apart, tying the other end of the ropes
to the uprights. I hung there for a few minutes, my
cock and balls dangling in the air. Somehow I knew that
the next torture would focus on them.
"Well, GI, " the son spoke to me as the four of them
stood in a semi circle in front of me. "now my father
wants us to focus on the symbol of your blasphemy."
I knew it, I just knew it.
The son came over and grabbed hold of my cock and
balls, and began to twist them.
"You have not the mark of the covenant," he lectured,
"and so my father says these must be punished for that
sin."
He dropped my cock and balls and spoke to the other two
arabs. They pulled out two long leather thongs and came
over to me. The made a slip knot on the end of each
thong and slipped it over each of my testicles and
pulled tight.
"Hsssh," I gasped as they took the other ends and
pulled my testicles towards each of the uprights. As
soon as my nuts were spread as far apart as they could,
the two tied the ends of the thongs off at the posts.
The son walked up to me and began to message my chest,
stopping to tweak first one nipple and then the other.
He continued playing with the hair on my chest, rubbing
down my abdomen and fondling my pubic hair. My cock
responded by getting hard again.
"Amazing, " he observed, "you Americans are driven by
sex. I have but to touch you slightly, and you
respond."
I kept silent. He began to slowly stroke my cock and in
a few moments it was straining, hard, and starting to
ooze precum. He rubbed the precum over the head of my
cock and up and down its shaft.
"Uhmmm" I moaned with pleasure. I could feel the juices
stirring, and knew I was near orgasm.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked.
I must have looked quizzically at him, because he just
stood there and smiled at me. He continued stroking my
cock with his one hand as he pulled out a small cup
with his other.
"Aaah" I groaned as my body shuddered in its restraints
and my cock gave up several loads of my thick white
cum. He held the cup so that the cum shot into it. He
continued milking my cock until the last drop of cum
oozed out the head to fall into the waiting cup.
"Here" he offered, as he reached up to put the cup to
my lips.
I closed my mouth. He spoke something in arabic and the
two who had bound me came over. One of them held my
nose while the other pried my mouth open. I couldn't
fight them, and I opened my mouth. The son smiled, and
poured my own cum down my throat. Most of it went right
down, with a small amount dribbling down my chin.
"There," the son offered, "that should quench your
thirst."
I glared back at him, but said nothing. It's not that I
haven't swallowed cum before, even my own. It was just
that I didn't like being forced, especially by these
bastards.
"Hmm, " the son uttered softly, "I wonder..." he
paused, apparently thinking about something. He reached
over and began to stroke my cock again.
Since I had just cum a third time, it was a little
sensitive, but not so much that it didn't respond. Soon
I was hard again. He continued to stroke the shaft,
fingering the head. With his other hand he reached up
and fondled my chest. Despite trying to ignore what he
was doing and trying to will away my hardon, I was
again feeling the pressure build up. A drop of precum
oozed out of the head of my cock. He rubbed it over the
head and down the underside of the shaft.
"Hsssh" I moaned in pleasure. My breathing became
deeper as I neared another climax. "Uhh, aaah" I gasped
as I came a fourth time, this time he let the cum drop
to the ground below. My cock continued spurting and
spurting, and he continued to message and pull on it
until the last drop of cream oozed out and dribbled
over his fingers.
He called out something in arabic and his father came
over to me. He dropped my cock, and his father picked
it up and began to stroke it. I was really sensitive by
this time and tried to pull out of his grasp. He
reached down with his other hand and grabbed my tied up
balls and pulled them sharply.
"Aah" I grunted.
"Don't move again, "the son suggested, " or my father
might just pull them off completely."
I stopped my attempts and gritted my teeth as the old
man continued to jerk on my dick. To say that it was
uncomfortable would be an understatement. Again, guys
that are cut don't have the same sensitivity as uncuts
do. Continued masturbation after you've cum, especially
four times, is real torture.
"Since you Americans are so ridden with sex," the son
was looking directly into my eyes, while his father
continued to jerk me off. "I thought that this form of
torment might be appropriate. In our culture, we have
used this process to make eunuchs."
"You bastard..." I started to scream out, "Aah, fuck.."
I gasped as his father gave another tug on my trapped
nuts.
"It is better that you remain silent and just listen,"
the son continued, "we may or may not make a eunuch of
you, the process is one that turns pleasure into
torment. My father will make you cum, then each of the
others will take their turns with your penis, and then
I will have another turn."
"Uhh, aah" I gasped just as he finished, and my cock
spurted a fifth load of cum that covered his father's
hand. This time only a fraction of what it had shot
before.
The father got up and was replaced by one of the
others. When he put his hand on my dick it was like
sandpaper on raw skin. He began to jerk on me, my cock
was aching, my nuts were aching, and yet somewhere
inside there was still more juice to shoot, in a few
minutes I was hard again.
"Aaaah" I screamed out in a mixture of pain and
pleasure as my aching cock dribbled out a sixth load of
cum. This time it was watery, and only half of the
previous amount. I let my head sag to my chest and
closed my eyes. My cock and balls were aching deeply
now, it was almost as though someone had put them into
a vise and was slowly closing it, squeezing the shit
out them. The water poured off my body as I sweat both
from the heat and the sex.
The fourth arab took his place in front of me and
grabbed my sore cock.
"Please..." I moaned, as his rough hands began to
stroke and manipulate my shaft. He rubbed a finger on
the head of my cock.
"Ah" I moaned in pain, it felt like someone had taken a
file to the skin and was rubbing it completely off. He
ignored me and continued to rub his finger across the
head. With his other hand he began to squeeze my nuts,
as though to force more cum to the surface.
I gritted my teeth. My whole middle was now just a dull
throbbing ache. My cock ached on the inside and felt
raw on the outside. Tears soon ran down my cheeks. The
whipping had been bad, but bearable. The honey had been
painful, but I could deal with it. Even being fucked
was not as bad. But this, this kind of torment was more
than I could stand. You'd think that it wouldn't be,
you'd think that it would be mild by comparison. But
believe me, to have your cock, raw, aching, sensitive
to even the slightest touch; manhandled and roughly
stroked into hardness is worse than anything.
"Uh, ah".. I moaned as my orgasm came, mixed with a
cover of ache and pain. A small amount of watery cum
oozed out of the head of my cock.
"What, already done" the son commented as he took his
place in front of me. "I would have imagined that you
Americans, being so sex ridden, would have an ample
supply of the male juices." He smiled and began to
stroke my softening cock.
He did it with tenderness, with a slight brushing of
his hand, the slight scraping of the cuff of his robe.
It was worse than the others. With the others the pain
was constant, dull, throbbing. But this, this slight
touch, seemed to focus the pain, maybe because it was
not constant. He touched and there was pain, then no
pain until he touched again, drawing it more and more
out of me. My cock got hard once again, he touched me
slightly, and it strained. He rubbed his finger lightly
across the top of the shaft, my cock felt like it was
being burned.
Somewhere inside of me, there was still some cum left,
for I began to feel the pressure once again. He drew
his hand slowly up my shaft, and I felt my nuts
contract in response, ready to once again give up their
fluid. He slowed down so that my orgasm would subside.
"You son of a bitch.." I moaned between gritted teeth.
He only smiled and brought be to the edge again, only
to stop short and soothe the pulsing until it also
stopped. Then he would start up again. I began to move
my head from side to side to block out the pain and
frustration. He continued tormenting me this way for
several minutes.
"Now you may cum," he spoke soothingly, as he continued
stroking me, my cock strained after his touch.
"Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaah," I screamed as my cock erupted
and shot out its eighth load, this time watery cum
mixed with a little blood. This was the last of it, my
nuts had to be empty. They throbbed with pain, my cock
was beyond throbbing, it was pain.
"That is enough, I think," the son spoke soothingly. "
you are now ready to join the covenant with God."
My eyes opened with a start to see him withdraw his
dagger from his robe.
"Noooooh, aaaaaaah!" I started to scream as he pulled
my foreskin tight with one hand and reaching over with
the dagger, cut through the skin, slicing off the loose
flesh. I fainted.
I awoke suddenly as cool water was thrown over my head.
I was still hanging suspended. My cock hurt like hell.
The arabs were standing in a circle around me.
"You are now, one of us," the son said with a smile.
I looked down, my cock was an angry red. There was no
blood, it had been washed away. Some sort of ointment
had been spread over the cut. My foreskin was gone.
There was still some loose skin around the head of my
cock, but it was now out in the open, without its
protective covering.
"Why..." I started to ask.
"Why," the son responded, "to save you, that's why." he
began to laugh and the other arabs joined in the
laughter and turned back towards their tents. Night was
beginning to fall, they went about preparing their
cookfires. I hung there, silently, wondering; wondering
what tomorrow would bring...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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