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The turntable turned slowly with a
squeak on each rotation. My humiliation knew no bounds when through my
splayed legs I watched as a young boy who couldn't have been older than
16, hawked a large phlegm which hit my arse solidly. The crowd roared in
approval but the man in charge of the wheel was not so pleased. He
stopped the turn and had the young runt who had placed me on the
turntable wipe my arse clean. He then roared at the crowd that they
would be cleared if they didn't behave. I saw somebody then give the
spitter a solid whack around the head and he hurriedly left. I then
heard the sound of trumpets in the distance and an excited murmur ran
through the crowd, obviously somebody of importance was arriving. This
was confirmed when the guy in charge ordered the boys to get our cocks
stiff in readiness. Now this wasn't an easy job bearing in mind
our predicament. But the boys knew their stuff and I was soon rampant
and ready for any action. I wondered who was likely to buy me this time,
I doubted I would be as lucky again. Perhaps I should explain how we
were tied on these rotating platforms. I had been made to put my feet
into a metal receptacles before they were tightly strapped on this
position. I was then made to bend at the waist and my hands tied
off to a hook in front of us. Paul was similarly treated. My cock and
balls were tightly bound and each ball separated and tied so as to
accentuate their size. The whole of the appendage was then tied down to
a ring on the floor of the platform. The result of this was to try to
make my present position even more uncomfortable, I'll tell you now it
succeeded very well. I saw the crowd all start to kneel in subjugation
to somebody but I could not see who because of being bent over at the
waist in the manner I was. Suddenly a deep bass voice commanded the
Slave Master to approach the owner of the voice. The smarmy fellow
almost crawled towards him. Their murmured conversation was lost to me.
I felt strong hands examining my arse, cock and balls before a finger
was pushed firmly into me. I cried out in pain and received a heavy blow
to the side of my head for my trouble. The finger left me and I soon
heard Paul give a loud scream, he was obviously receiving the same
treatment as myself. Through slightly glazed vision I saw the boy who
had earlier spit into my arse back alongside the rostrum where we were
tied. He grinned at me and a feeling of absolute shame and degradation
again swept over me. The boy winked and I suddenly wished the Slave
Master would turn the turntable so I wouldn't have to be looking at the
boy. By now the boy was making real fucking movements, obviously
indicating what he would like to do to me. But even shamed as I was I
knew there would be no chance of that happening. Again my thoughts were
torn away when I heard the scream of the important man telling the Slave
Master that he was trying to cheat him. But no Effendi, he replied and
chased after the hastily retreating Sheik. I saw the boy who had been
ogling me realise that his chance had come and he leapt onto the
rostrum, lifted his robe revealing a not inconsiderable sized cock and
quickly began to force it dry into my open arse. I started to utter a
small scream of protest as the boy clamped his hand across my open
mouth. I was silenced. Probably because of the fingering I had recently
received the boy had little difficulty ramming his cock to the hilt. I
was tied and completely helpless to stop what was happening to me. I
heard Paul shout for somebody to stop what was happening but this only produced
gales of laughter from the crowd. The boy was talking in my ear but I
couldn't understand a word, but I feel sure had I understood it would have sounded something
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like
"I'm going to fuck your arse off". And boy that's just what he
was doing now. I gasped at the ferocity of his fucking he was riding me
like a professional. In spite of everything I was loving it and my rock
hard cock proved it. The boy began to tremble, buck and scream as he
shot wads of cum into my arse. My own rampant cock even in spite of
its bindings began to spew cum in long rope like spurts. Panting hard
the boy rested on my back but not for long as an older man who quickly
replaced him in the saddle soon pulled him off. By now of course my hole
was loose and moist affording my new rider an easy access. He was also
well hung, dammit were all Arab men so big? I was being well stretched.
Raising my head as far as I could I saw Paul also had a man fucking him.
It was hard for me to focus on Paul as the man that was fucking me was
so violent that my body was being shaken alarmingly in its bonds. I felt
my cock expand even further if that were possible in its tight bindings
and then it errupted with
the orgasm to end all orgasms. My rider also orgasmed at the same time
but continued to ride on slowly for a few more minutes. Through my haze
of post orgasmic bliss I suddenly heard Paul screaming and when I looked
over at him I saw that he was bleeding profusely with his blood
streaming down his legs from his ravaged arsehole. Please stop he
screamed at his rider, who ignored him and continued to saw into him. I
realised that this was dangerous as nobody should be bleeding as badly
as Paul was at that time. Somebody stop him I screamed at the top of my
voice. But I was silenced almost immediately with something being forced
between my lips and filling my mouth. It tasted foul but was very
effective as a silencer. I tried desperately to spit the thing out when
I felt a new cock at my gaping hole. This was bigger yet again and I
totally lost
interest in what was happening to poor Paul as there was nothing after
all that I could do to help him. My new rapist started very slowly but
being so large he stirred new and deep feelings inside me. I suddenly
became aware that Paul had stopped screaming. But my distraction lasted
only briefly as my guy started to long dick me as I was again swept away
with lust, My god these guys certainly could fuck, I’d seldom had
better. My poor penis was hard again slapping up against my belly with
each thrust. His cock was now completely leaving my hole and was being
rammed back without missing a beat. I felt another orgasm begin to take
off as my rider got even faster in his thrusts. For all I cold think
about Paul he might just as well have been on another planet. This guy
seemed to go on for ever but of course eventually he had to climax. When
he had departed me and I again came back to sanity I saw that Paul was
now very quiet and still. He was as white as a ghost. PMMmmgnndff I said
through my efficiently gagged mouth. It slowly dawned on me that he was
dead. I was horror struck how could this have happened? Tears began to
roll down my cheeks and a sob racked my chest. But all this stopped
abruptly when I realised that Paul’s fatal rapist was now approaching
me. I could now plainly see the sharp razor like implement he had
strapped onto his cock and gleamed with fresh blood. A NO NO I tried to
scream but he was soon behind me and
pressing the head of his cock
into me as he whispered into my ear “soon you will meet your false
God, western dog!”
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