5 comments/ 58991 views/ 21 favorites Arabian Nightmare Ch. 01 By: bjmichaels I had two reasons to celebrate: it was my 21st birthday and I was finally leaving hell-on-earth—Saudi Arabia. I was in the customs line at the airport and couldn't wait to get on the airplane. The past year meant nothing to me except now I could go home and afford to put myself through college. One year of hard work and solitude; I drove a road-grader 10-12 hours-a-day and spent the evenings reading in the library at the compound where I was living. I even taught myself a rudimentary understanding of the local language. I worked with many Saudi's and I wanted to know what they were saying when they talked to each other while pointing at me. I learned their comments were crude and usually sexually suggestive. More than once I was propositioned by local men. I explained that I wasn't 'that way'; they laughed at me but left me alone. I was able to send home over ninety-thousand dollars tax-free. That would mean tuition, a nice apartment and a car. It felt like I was getting out of prison and starting a new life. I was feeling good for the first time in many, many months. The airport was teeming with young, Saudi military personnel carrying rifles—that made me nervous. I knew their behavior was erratic and unpredictable. I just wanted out of that country. Everything happened so quickly that it's a blur in my head. I heard a dog barking—I saw its bared fangs snarling at me—soldiers surrounded me—someone opened my luggage and pulled out a square-shaped package. I tried to explain that it wasn't mine—that I had no idea how it got into my suitcase. No one listened to me. It was chaos. Five-six soldiers all shouting at me at the same time. I was pushed to the floor—I bumped my head. My arms were almost ripped off my shoulders as they were twisted behind my back and handcuffed. I began shouting—"THIS IS A MISTAKE—THAT ISN'T MY PACKAGE—LET ME GO—LET ME GO"...my screams fell on deaf ears. A soldier kicked me in the stomach knocking the air out of me. I was dragged half-standing-half-kneeling to a police van outside. They threw me inside and I landed on my belly. I remained in that position the entire ride to the police station. When my mind was finally able to understand what had happened, I began to tremble and shake—I'd never known fear like that in my entire life. I fought hard not to piss myself. The darkest foreboding engulfed me. This was not going to go well, I thought. I had no clue as to how much worse it was going to get. I had no idea that this was just the start of my Arabian nightmare. Some people claim that during an especially traumatic experience in their lives everything seemed to be in slow-motion. Not with me. It all appeared to be going in fast-forward. Everyone was screaming and shouting at me. They pushed me through the police station to a shower room. I was forcibly stripped naked—two soldiers held me while a third donned a rubber glove. I was bent over and my legs were kicked apart. The one wearing the glove coated his middle finger with an oily substance and smiled at me. "Since you are a known drug dealer I must perform a 'cavity search'—relax—who knows, you might enjoy this." The hair stood up on the back of my neck. "NO-NO—I'M NOT A DRUG DEALER—THAT WASN'T MY PACKAGE—SOMEONE ELSE PUT IT IN MY LUGGAGE," I pleaded. He ignored my protest and I felt his finger press against my anus. He had difficulty inserting his finger inside me. "Relax, boy...loosen yourself--it won't hurt as much—you might even enjoy it," he repeated. He forced his entire finger inside my rectum. I cried out in pain and embarrassment—I had never felt so violated. My sphincter instinctively fought back. It hurt—my face contorted with pain—I shouted out in protest—I fought hard to loosen myself to avoid the pain. I took a deep breath and my sphincter finally relaxed. His finger was inside me longer than necessary. He pushed it against my prostate and my penis suddenly twitched then sprang into full erection. The soldier triumphantly declared, "Look, this white boy is khaneeth (Faggot)—he loves my finger in his behind." My humiliation was complete as the men gathered around me laughed. I was shoved under a shower and thoroughly sprayed with water then I was given heavy denim overalls and put them on as fast as I could. I was hustled down a hallway and found myself walking by jail cells--the Arab inmates shouting curses of derision at me. They shoved me into a small empty cell and slammed the door closed. There was a dirty blanket on the floor and an open hole in the middle that I guessed was to be used as a toilet. I was suddenly alone. I was scared out of my mind. What the hell is going on? How could this happen? I collapsed to the floor and cried myself to sleep. I was awakened by loud banging on the bars. One guard opened the cell door and another guard set a bowl of some sort of food on the floor with a bowl of water. They looked like dog bowls. I waited until they were gone then picked up the food bowl and ate with my hands and mouth. I felt like an animal. I picked up the water bowl and slurped at the tepid water. When I'd had enough I curled up in the fetal position and fell asleep immediately. I was numb—I couldn't think or feel anything. In the morning I used the hole in the floor to relieve my bladder. I sat on the floor and waited. I waited a long time. Two guards opened the cell door and motioned for me to follow. They took me to the shower room and this time they gave me soap and I washed myself. Then we walked down a long corridor and into an office. An important looking man sat behind a desk. The guards positioned me in front of the desk then stood several feet behind me. We waited for the man to say something. After five minutes the man stood and approached me. He stood inches from my face. He slowly looked me up and down before he spoke. "I am in charge here—you will address me as 'Emir' (General). You will remain here until your trial...I have reviewed the evidence against you...I would be very surprised if you were found innocent of the charges...you, of course, are charged with possession of dangerous drugs with intent to sell...drug dealers are treated very harshly in my country--" "That package wasn't mine—I don't know how it got in my suitcase—IT ISN'T MINE!!" I cried out in desperation. "SILENCE—you will speak only when I allow it...it may be several months before your trial begins...until your trial you will be put to work here—all prisoners must work or pay a fee to earn their food and shelter...you have very little money in your possession—you will need to work...we will assign you work...the outdoor work is very hard labor—I don't think you'd survive a week outside...the indoor work is highly coveted so there are very few positions available—currently there are none, but you are in luck—I just happen to need a new office boy...you will file my paperwork and anything else I may require...my office boy has his own cell—that will save you from the other prisoners—you will eat whatever I eat—my food is much superior to what the prisoners are fed--are you interested?" I resigned myself to my situation. It was obvious I was going to be here until my trial and the office work sounded better than the alternative. "Ah, yes—I'd like that," I answered. He smiled a crooked smile—his teeth were green. "Good-good...your most important duty as my office boy is obedience...in addition to your other chores—you will be required to sexually satisfy me whenever I desire it...you will become my bala'a il a'air (Cocksucker) and you will bend over for me and rkab ayre (Ride my cock)...you will become my personal charmouta (Slut)." OH MY GOD!! What? Did I hear that right? He's out of his mind—I would never do that! "No way," I protested, "...I'm not like that—I'm not queer—I like girls..." His smile vanished. "Listen to me and listen well, my pretty white boy...when you service a man in this country it is not about whether you like it or not—it is just a fact of life—we are not homosexuals—as a matter of fact known homosexuals are put to death here...our time-honored tradition of heterosexual boys providing pleasure for men goes back to ancient times...when those boys grow older, they too will accept pleasure from another generation of boys...we have a saying in the Middle East—'Women are for procreation—men are for recreation'..." He moved his face close to mine. The contempt he showed frightened me. "You would be wise to become my qybah (Bitch) immediately—it will save us both time and it will save you from a great deal of pain...I guarantee within a week you will come into this room and beg me to allow you to become my bala'a il a'air (Cocksucker)...stop wasting my time—what will it be?" My heart pounded with fear and confusion. This can't be real, my mind screamed. This is the 21st century---these things just don't happen anymore. I vehemently shook my head. "I DEMAND TO SPEAK WITH THE U.S. EMBASSY—YOU CAN"T DO THIS TO ME—I'M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN!!!" The Emir barked orders at the guards then calmly said, "Get him out of my sight..." I was pushed quickly down the hallway with my arms twisted behind my back. The guards pushed me into another room. They forcibly stripped me again. "If you need to move your bowels—do it now or you will wait til morning," said the guard as he pointed at the hole in the floor. I shook my head no. They forced me to lie across a short table—my buttocks were high in the air. They were joined by another man who wore a white smock; he appeared to be a doctor. The man held a rubber tube that looked to be four-inches long and half-an-inch in diameter. He coated it with oil then pressed it against my anus. He paid no attention to my screams and pushed it all the way inside my asshole. Then I felt leather straps around my thighs and I heard a 'click'—it had been fastened in place. My rectum felt full—now it felt like I needed to crap. The doctor spoke: "This will prevent your cellmate from raping your virgin ass—the Emir wishes to deflower you himself." Alarm bells went off in my head. OH MY GOD!! They had me put on prison-issue underwear—boxer shorts made with a very coarse and rough fabric. They told me to carry my overalls then I followed them out into the cell block. The Arab prisoners hooted and hollered at me. From my limited knowledge of the language I understood they were yelling obscenities and what they would like to do to me if they could. I trembled and shook with the greatest fear I'd ever known. We walked all the way to the end of the cell block and they opened the very last cell door. I looked inside and saw my 'cellmate'. HOLY SHIT, my mind screamed. The guy was a monster! He was six-feet tall and had to weigh over three-hundred pounds; his flabby belly hung over half of his shorts. Like everyone else, he wore only the prison shorts, and they didn't fit him very well. One of the guards spoke to him. I understood the phrases "It is okay to use his hands and mouth" and "Don't leave too many bruises". "Here's your new home, pretty white boy," the guard said as he opened the cell door. "Meet Oka—I'm sure you and him will become very close friends...today is Friday—Islam Prayer Day—no work today—you will have all day to get acquainted with your cellmate." The guard pushed me into the cell and slammed the door shut behind me. They walked away. A sharp chill ran up my spine. I looked at the maniacal smile that spread across Oka's face and turned and shouted at the guards. "GET ME OUT OF HERE—PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" I felt Oka's hands on my shoulders—they were big and strong like the rest of his body. He didn't waste any time. He gripped both my wrists in one his hands as his other hand pushed down my shorts. I tried to struggle but he was too strong. His hand snuck between my ass-cheeks and I heard him whimper in frustration when he encountered the butt-plug in my ass. He pulled me naked to one of the cots. He sat down and forced me onto his lap. I sat on an incredibly huge bulge in his shorts. He twisted my head around and planted his lips on mine. He was kissing me and when I tried to break free his hand found my balls and squeezed them hard. I shrieked in pain. "Kiss-Kiss," he grunted. I shook my head and tried to break free from his grip but it was no use. He squeezed my balls harder and I screamed-out in agony. I prayed someone would come to my rescue, but no one did. The catcalls from the cells across from us grew louder-and-louder—they could see everything we were doing and they were yelling encouragement to Oka. "Kiss-Kiss," he repeated; my balls firmly in his grasp. My sense of self-preservation took hold. It was now a matter of survival. I kissed him back. He forced his tongue into my mouth. He sucked on my tongue and when his grip tightened on my balls I sucked on his tongue. Our mouths were meshed together for a long time. Suddenly he picked me up and sat me next to him on the cot. I couldn't believe his strength. He quickly pulled down his shorts. OH MY GOD—HIS COCK WAS AS BIG AS A LOG!! It was at least twelve-inches long and five-inches in girth. His massive cockhead reminded me of a freakishly huge mushroom I'd once seen. He took hold of my hands and placed them on his hard monster cock. I pulled them away like I'd been burned by fire. SMACK!!! He slapped me hard across my face. The other prisoners erupted in loud and prolonged cheers. I gripped his cock with my hands. He moved my hands up and down on his hot flesh. I resigned myself to my fate. I stroked his cock faster and faster hoping to get it over with quickly. He sat back and enjoyed the handjob. After awhile he had another idea. "Suck-Suck," he growled at me. Tears flowed from my eyes—I knew I had no other choice--he had the power to hurt me real bad. I lowered my head and placed my lips on his monster prick. There was no way I could get his cockhead into my mouth. He gripped my hair and positioned my mouth directly on his cockslit and I understood what he wanted me to do. I pressed my lips firmly on his glans and my tongue snaked out and licked at his slit. My hands stroked his cock faster and my tongue never left his flesh. He seemed satisfied with what I was doing and sat back and enjoyed himself. Precum leaked from his slit and I knew I had to lap it up with my tongue--it wasn't awful. His hips began thrusting upwards—small noises escaped his throat. I knew he was about to cum and I felt panicked. What was I supposed to do now? I wondered. His hips began a sharp jerking motion then I heard him yell "SWALLOW". Suddenly his jism filled my mouth and it was all I could do to swallow load-after-load of his hot spunk. He held my face to his cock as he spasmed and shook and unloaded his balls into my mouth. When he was spent he pointed to cum on his belly, thighs and pubic hair that I'd missed so I immediately licked him clean. When he was satisfied with my effort he brought my face to his and kissed me on my cum-slicked lips. The other prisoners were cheering and applauding and shouting "Khaneeth (Faggot)—Khaneeth (Faggot)—Khaneeth (Faggot)...." My mind was too far gone to care anymore. I clearly understood my destiny: I was going to be sucking Oka's cock—or sucking the Emir's cock. Either way, for as long as I was there I was going to be somebody's cocksucker. Oka reached for his shorts so I reached for mine. "No—you naked," he ordered. I nodded my head--one more humiliation. At twelve-noon the guards unlocked everyone's cell doors. It was time for lunch. Thankfully Oka handed me my shorts and I put them on. All the way to the mess hall he had his huge hand on the back of my neck: I guessed he was claiming ownership of me. All heads turned when we walked through the door. From what I had seen so far, I was the only white man in the prison. Many of the Arabs smiled and shook their heads with understanding when they saw me with Oka. After lunch, the second the guard slammed the cell door behind us Oka said, "Naked." I immediately stripped off my shorts and heard the guard laugh and say, "Enjoy yourself, pretty white boy." Oka stripped off his shorts and lay on his back on his cot. He spread his legs slightly then said, "Kneel." Oh my God, here we go again. I didn't hesitate--I climbed onto the cot and knelt between his tree-trunk-like legs. He pointed at his semi-erect cock and said, "Suck-Suck." For the next twenty minutes my hands, mouth and tongue labored to bring him to orgasm. When he came, I was able to swallow more of his cum than the first time. It almost tasted like a sweet dessert. I ignored the shouts of the other prisoners. "Sleep now," Oka said. I was about to get off his cot and go to mine when he said, "No—sleep here." There was a small crack between his massive body and the cement wall—he wanted me to sleep there and rest my head on his chest. I wasn't about to protest. He put his arm beside my head and on my chest. We looked like two lovers dozing off after an amorous encounter. In all honesty, I felt safe and secure sleeping in his arms. The guards snickered with derision when they opened our cell door for dinner. I didn't care. Once again Oka had his hand on me the whole way to the mess hall. He was the biggest guy I'd seen in the place and he was like my bodyguard. I was beginning to enjoy his 'ownership' of me—it meant the other prisoners would leave me alone. The food was terrible but the small portions they served us ensured we would be hungry at meal times. I never saw left-over food on anyone's metal tray. When the guard opened our cell door he asked me, "Bowel movement?" I sheepishly nodded 'yes'; the pressure was building inside of me. Even though we had a toilet in our cell there was also the familiar open hole in the middle of the floor. The guard had me remove my shorts and squat over the hole. Anything to add to my humiliation, I thought. He opened the tiny lock on the butt-plug and quickly pulled it out of my ass. The waste flowed freely out of my hole. I didn't care that the guard, Oka and the prisoners across the corridor watched me—in just a few short hours I had already lost my sense of privacy and decorum. There were no secrets in prison. I cleaned myself and the butt-plug then the guard inserted it once again inside me. I heard Oka groan with disappointment. I knew Oka wanted nothing more than to bend me over and ram his monster cock into my asshole, and I also knew there was no way I could take his cock without excruciating pain, and quite possibly I could bleed to death. I was very grateful when I heard the lock click shut. Oka removed his shorts once the guard left us alone. His horse-cock was already hard—it unbelievably looked bigger than before. He lay on his back and pointed. "Between legs," he ordered. He was a man of few words but I knew what he wanted. I knelt between his legs. "Kiss-Kiss," he said as he lifted his scrotum and offered it to my face. I had to use both hands to hold his ball sac while my lips and tongue kissed and licked his salty flesh. I tried to get one of his balls into my mouth but it was too big. I lathered his balls with my saliva. In all honesty, being forced to service a man this way was beginning to excite me. My own cock stiffened for the first time since I'd been there. My breathing became irregular. Suddenly Oka lifted his legs exposing his brown hole to my gaze. "Lick-Lick," he commanded. I had an idea what he wanted me to do. I felt both fascination and revulsion. I guess in my naivety I didn't realize men did this to other men. His odor became over-powering as I lowered my face and pressed my lips to his anus. My tongue meekly found his hole and began licking at it. I felt dirty and depraved but at the same time my cock began to throb and my balls cried out for release. Arabian Nightmare Ch. 01 How was it possible that licking a man's asshole was turning me on? I wondered. "Tongue fuck," I heard Oka say above me. I couldn't believe I was going to do this but I knew the pain I would suffer if I refused. I curled my tongue and pushed it past his anus and into his asshole—my face pressed tightly on his crack. Breathing became difficult—I had to gulp for air when I had the chance. I licked the walls of his asshole. My tongue was in his hole for a long time. When his hips began to move he pulled my head up by my hair and pointed at his cock and said, "Suck-Suck." I was so relieved that my tongue was finally out of his asshole that I worked furiously with all the skill I had acquired at giving him a great blow-job. I sneaked a glance at his face and saw a wide smile of satisfaction at his complete control over me. It was then that I admitted to myself that 'Yes—I was now his qybah (Bitch)'. This time I was able to swallow every last drop of his massive load of cum. Oka saw my hard cock and laughed. "Little boner," he said. He took hold of my cock and stroked it until I shot the biggest load of my life. I was so grateful I kissed him throughout the hand-job. The next day I had my first experience with 'outside' work. It was heavy labor at its worst. By the afternoon I really thought I would die. I almost welcomed death. Every muscle I had screamed in agony and sweat poured out of me like running water. I seriously considered the Emir's proposal. Oka had to hold me up as we walked back to our cell. He had to help me to the shower room before dinner. After dinner I thought he might take pity on me, but no, he had me kneel between his legs for a long time. Tongue-fucking his asshole became a daily ritual prior to sucking his cock. To my great satisfaction, he now stroked my cock every night before we fell asleep. He was amused by my 'little boner'. Time was irrelevant. I had no idea how many days I'd been there—it didn't matter. The only way I knew it was Friday is because we didn't have to work. I serviced Oka many times that day before dinner. I was amazed at his recuperative powers. The better I got at sucking his cock the more often his cock became hard. It seemed like an endless cycle. After dinner the guard removed the butt-plug and I emptied my bowels. When I was finished I automatically bent over and opened my cheeks to help him reinsert it. "The Emir has a message for you," said the guard. "If you wish to re-consider your decision you will now be required to become his white slave boy—you will become his 'property' to do with as he sees fit." "I'm an American—I'm a free man," I proudly announced. "Very well..." he said, "...in that case the Emir has decided to give you to Oka since you seemed to have grown so fond of his big cock..." The guard walked out of the cell taking the butt-plug with him. The meaning of that hit me like a ton of bricks. I went to the cell door and called out for the guard. Nothing—he had walked away. I looked at Oka, he had a huge smile on his face as he stripped off his shorts. He walked towards me stroking his monster cock. "GUARD," I screamed. "GUARD—GUARD—GUARD—PLEASE—PLLEEEEEZZZZZZZZ..." I shouted at the top of my lungs. I cringed with absolute terror when I felt Oka massaging my bottom-cheeks. When his finger pushed against my anus I shouted even louder.... Arabian Nightmare Ch. 02 WARNING: This series depicts acts of cruelty and non-consensual sex. "GUARD-GUARD-PLEASE-PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...." Oka pulled me onto his cot. I tried to fight but he was too strong. He pushed me on my back then knelt between my legs. His powerful hands grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart and pushed them over my head. I felt cool air on my exposed anus then I felt his monster cockhead press against my opening. "OKA NO—NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO...." Suddenly I heard the cell door open. The guard tasered Oka and he collapsed on the floor beside the bed. I lay on the cot naked and trembling with mind-numbing fear. The guard had saved me from what would have been a horrifically painful ass-raping by Oka's horse-cock. "Are you ready to submit to the Emir?" asked the guard. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and said, "Yes, sir." "Do you understand what you must do to make amends with the Emir?" the guard gloated at me. "Yes, sir," I replied. The guard produced what appeared to be a dog collar. "Put this around your neck—pull it tight then latch it shut," he ordered. I did as I was told. Then he attached a leash to one of the rings on the collar. The guard stood close behind me. He ordered me to spread my legs wide apart. I did as I was told. I felt his finger on my anus. He massaged my anus and perineum until I achieved an erection. "Get on your hands and knees and follow me, and keep your knees well apart" he ordered. Still naked, I hung my head in shame as the guard pulled on the leash and I followed behind him on all fours. I heard Oka moaning on the floor behind me—I felt sorry to have caused him pain. Now everything seemed in slow-motion. I was acutely aware of my totally exposed erect penis and balls dangling between my legs. Prisoners on both sides of the cell block stood at the bars in their cells and shouted at me: "Khaneeth (Faggot)—Knaneeth (Faggot)—Khaneeth (Faggot)—Khaneeth (Faggot)...." It was a slow and tortuous crawl to the Emir's office. I was paraded down the long hallway like a prized show dog; totally naked before dozens of crazed, hollering men. A trail of my tears covered the hard prison floor behind me. Once inside the Emir's office I was instructed to assume the 'proper position'—on my knees with my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed staring at the floor. The guard leaned over and stroked my still-erect cock. I was scared to death but my body betrayed my feelings. His hand felt wonderful on my cock. When we heard another door open the guard released my now throbbing cock and stepped well behind me. I saw the polished black shoes of the Emir directly in front of me. "Why are you here, boy?" the Emir asked. My voice caught in my throat. What I was about to say went against everything I had been taught and believed, but I had no choice. I bent over and kissed his shoe and said, "I am your white slave boy—you are my Arab Master." Then I kissed his other shoe and repeated those awful words. He caressed my face and hair and spoke softly. "You disrespected me several days ago when I made you that offer. Do you deserve punishment for that insolence?" A shiver of abject fear shot up my spine. "Y-Yes, my Arab Master—I deserve to be punished." "Stand and bend over that table by the wall," he ordered. "Yes, my Arab Master." I did as I was told. My bottom was raised in the air; the guard fastened my wrists to ringlets in the wall; my ankles were secured in similar fashion to the floor. I couldn't move my arms and legs. I felt the guard pour oil on my bottom-cheeks. His hand massaged my cheeks until they were glistening from the oil. The Emir spoke from behind me. "My pretty white slave boy, you are very fortunate I am your first Arab Master—I will train you properly and thoroughly in the honor and privilege of servicing beautiful, brown Arab cocks." OH MY GOD! Did he say my FIRST Arab Master? How long was I going to be in this God-forsaken country? I heard a whooshing sound then the whip landed squarely on my ass-cheeks. I cried out in protest and pain. The Emir wasted no time. I never had a chance to catch my breath—he whipped me continually for a very long time. SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK—SMACK.... I was sobbing hard and on the verge of passing out from the pain when he finally stopped. My bottom was on fire. I'd never know this much agony in my life. There was no doubt in my mind that I would obey his every command. I was extremely aware that yes indeed—I was now a white slave boy to this cruel and brutal Arab man. When I was released I sunk to my knees on the floor. The Emir stood before me. "Open my pants and take out my beautiful, brown Arab cock—you worthless white slave," he hissed at me. "Y-Yes, my Arab Master," I said through my tears. I stared at the bulge in the front of his slacks as I fumbled with his belt and zipper. He had gotten an erection from whipping me. When I pulled down his slacks and shorts I was somewhat relieved when his cock sprang into view. It was nowhere as big as Oka's cock. It was probably six-inches long and two-inches around. "My little white slave boy—drink in the beauty of my brown Arab cock—take a deep breath and savor the aroma—you will hold my balls in your right hand—take hold of the base of my cock with your left—now kiss my cock—I want to feel your tongue on my cock—cover my beautiful brown cock with kisses, you worthless white slave." "Yes, my Arab Master," I said and immediately obeyed his command. I was grateful for the training Oka had given me. The last thing I wanted to do was displease my Arab Master and have to face the whip again. When he was satisfied I'd kissed and licked every inch of his cock he told me to take it in my mouth and suck. I immediately obeyed him. I discovered it wasn't entirely unpleasant to have his cock in my mouth. I'd never been able to get my lips around Oka's cock so this was actually the first one I tasted. I worked furiously to please him. I massaged his heavy balls while I stroked his shaft and sucked at his cockhead. I fell into a rhythm and I heard him moaning above me. He began to push his cock deeper and deeper into my sucking mouth. When his cockhead struck the entrance to my throat I gagged. I heard him laugh above me. Suddenly his hips began staccato-like movements—I felt his balls contract in my small hand. I rapidly pumped his cock shaft. "EAT MY PRECIOUS ARAB SPUNK YOU WORTHLESS WHITE SLUT---SWALLOW MY CUM--SWALLOW IT ALL, MY PRETTY LITTLE WHITE SLAVE BOY...." Once again, Oka's training proved invaluable. I was able to catch his jism on my tongue and swallowed every drop. He didn't shoot nearly the load as Oka, and to my surprise it was rather pleasant tasting. He made me lick his cock clean then he pulled up his shorts and slacks. He patted me on the head and said, "Not bad for your first time and you will only get better with experience—now, what do you have to say for yourself?" I was confused—I didn't know what he wanted me to say so I said, "Thank you, my Arab Master for allowing me to suck your beautiful brown Arab cock—thank you my Arab Master for allowing me to swallow your precious Arab spunk." He laughed and patted me on the head again. "Very good, slave boy, you learn quickly—I like that!" He barked instructions to the guard. Soon two small brown-skinned boys appeared in the room. They were naked except for diaphanous white 'harem pants' from waist-to-ankles; their smooth and shiny private parts were clearly visible through the sheer material. At first I thought they were girls but noticed they didn't have breasts. They were very pretty boys and appeared to be wearing makeup. They had long, black hair that hung to the middle of their backs. I wondered if I was going to be made to look like them, too. "Follow Aleem and Jameel—they will prepare you for tonight," the guard instructed me. My nudity didn't faze them in the least. I followed them through a door and found myself in what appeared to be living quarters; one big room with sofa and comfortable chairs on one end of the room and a king-sized bed on the other side. We walked straight through to another door that led to a very large bathroom. There was a bathtub, a separate shower, a toilet and another fixture I didn't recognize. "That is a bidet," said Jameel. I was startled by his accent; I guessed him to be from Pakistan or India. He continued explaining, "That is where you will wash your Masters semen from your bottom-hole when he is finished using you—we will show you how to use it." Wash my Masters semen from my bottom-hole? He made it sound so casual—like eating or breathing. My heart sank as the finality of my situation suddenly hit me. I am a sex slave to a man, and he was going to use my mouth and rectum for his pleasure. The thought if it made me cringe with disgust. Aleem coated his hands with some sort of liquid and rubbed it into my flesh. He covered my chest, underarms, legs and crotch with the gel; there was a slight stinging sensation. Next, they had me stand underneath a shower spray and they washed the gel off my skin; I watched all of my body hair disappear down the drain. I was now as hairless as them. Jameel was filling the bathtub with steaming hot water and another liquid, but before he guided me into the tub Aleem produced an enema tube and had me bend over for him. He inserted the nozzle in my anus and filled me with soapy water. Only after standing for an excruciating several minutes was I allowed to sit on the toilet and expel my bowels. Next I was guided into the tub. They helped me ease my whipped bottom into the soapy, scented bubble bath. I sat back and enjoyed the luxurious sensations of the water and their hands washing every inch of my flesh. My penis became erect and Jameel smiled at me; he was a very pretty boy; I smiled back at him. "How long have you both been here?" I asked him. He whispered, "Talking is forbidden—we will all taste the whip if they hear us." I cringed at the mention of 'the whip'—I had already been conditioned to fear it. It was a powerful force to ensure obedience to our Masters. They dried me with thick towels and when they handed me pink harem pants my worst fears were realized: I was going to be made to look and feel like a girl. I was overcome with shame and helplessness. Jameel caressed my prick through the sheer material until I was totally erect. I couldn't help myself; the feel of the fabric on my naked flesh was very erotic. They stood me before a full-length mirror and I saw what I had become—I saw what the Emir intended me to be: an effeminate, pretty white slave boy---a slave boy good for one thing only; to give pleasure and satisfy my Arab Masters basest and most depraved desires. The boys led me to another room. It was a small dining hall. There were several guards seated at tables eating and talking. The room fell silent when we entered. All eyes were on me. They smiled and nodded their appreciation of the Emirs newest white slave boy. Jameel went to one of the guards and spoke with him. I saw the guard nod his approval. We sat at our own table and food was quickly brought to us by smirking prisoners. I guessed they were the most trusted prisoners who had earned, or paid for, inside jobs. We began eating; the food was very good. During the meal, Jameel explained more of my duties. I guessed he had gotten permission to talk with me from the guard. "Your only duty and responsibility is to obey and please your Master—nothing else matters...your comfort—your very survival rests solely with your Master...your absolute surrender to him is critical for your well-being." I felt the fear rise in me again as he spoke. "You will speak only when words are appropriate—remain silent at all other times...unless your Master is speaking to you—never look at his face—your eyes should always be focused either at the floor, or his crotch...when he is exposed you must always look at his cock—never look anywhere but his cock, after all, your Masters cock is the only reason you are here." I could feel my hands tremble and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight out. "When your Master commands you always obey quickly—never hesitate—during lovemaking always appear eager and enthusiastic—refuse him nothing—never give him a reason to use the whip on you...the sooner you accept the fact that you are nothing but a slave boy for your Master—the easier it will be for you...you may even receive pleasure while you are servicing him." Receive pleasure from being a slave? I doubt it, I thought. After dinner they walked me down another long hallway. I didn't know what to say but I wanted the comfort of hearing his voice. "What day is this?" I asked. "I've lost all track of time." "Time is irrelevant here..." he said. "...for five years I have had no idea what day of the week it is—I don't even know what month we're in...those things are not important—as a matter-of-fact, I highly doubt that you will ever see the outside again—your Master will not want to expose your white flesh to the brutal desert sun." Wow! That was a chilling thought. "But what about when I go to court? I'm going to be found innocent of these charges and I will get out of here some day." I thought I saw a sad smile form on Jameel's face. There was a small room at the end of the hallway. Aleem fumbled in some boxes and produced leather cuffs. The cuffs had metal rings. They attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Then I saw the heavy metal chains. Oh my God, I thought--one final indignity to endure. They attached a three-foot chain to my wrists and a four-foot chain between my ankles. I still had plenty of movement to my arms and legs. I really didn't understand the purpose of the chains other than to heap more humiliation on me. "If you serve your Master well—he will release you from your chains," said Jameel. Suddenly Jameel took me in his arms and kissed me. His lips tasted wonderful—I kissed him back. He reached down and caressed me through my harem pants. I responded to his soft hands—my cock became stiff and it throbbed under his touch. They stood on either side of me. They brought my hands to their crotches and I massaged them until their pricks also strained against the sheer material. I didn't know why we were doing this but I enjoyed it. Aleem opened another door and I found myself once again in the prison cellblock. My heart caught in my throat—we were standing beside my old cell, Oka's cell, and I was going to have to make the long walk to the Emir's office once again. "Stand three paces behind us and walk at our speed," Jameel ordered. The prisoners gathered at their cell doors and began chanting at us as we walked very slowly down the hallway. I caught a glimpse of Oka, he had a smile on his face and lust in his eyes. "Khaneeth (Faggot)—Qybah (Bitch)—Charmouta (Slut)—Bala'a il aair (Cocksucker)—Bedi nik Kesik (I want to fuck your pussy)-- Khaneeth (Faggot)—Qybah (Bitch)—Charmouta (Slut)—Bala'a il aair (Cocksucker)—Bedi nik Kesik (I want to fuck your pussy)...." It seemed whenever I thought the humiliation couldn't get worse I was proven wrong. The heavy chain between my ankles dragged loudly on the floor as we walked. The prisoners hooted and screamed their ugly taunts at us all the way down the hallway; they loved seeing our erect cocks through the diaphanous material of the harem pants. I was visibly shaking when we arrived at the Emir's office. I was very happy when we went inside and shut-off the screaming insults. We walked through his office to the living quarters. Jameel had me get on my knees beside the big bed. "Hands clasped together behind your neck and stare at the floor—when he approaches you look directly at his crotch." I did as I was told. They stood several feet away from me and we waited. Finally I heard a door open and I had to fight the instinct to look. My gaze remained on the floor ahead of me. I heard his footsteps and when his feet came into view I saw his bare feet. I lifted my eyes and noticed he was wearing a robe. I stared at the bulge that pushed out the front of his robe. He was obviously excited by the thought of his first night together with his new slave boy. I heard him softly laugh then he said, "Very good, Jameel, you have instructed him well—so far...." He caressed my face and hair. "You are a very pretty boy—I know I will enjoy our time together...now open my robe and pleasure me with your hands and mouth." "Yes, my Arab Master." I opened his robe and gazed at his seven-inch erection. I didn't understand what happened to me but I found myself getting excited and my own cock became hard at his curt command. As I did earlier, I cradled his ball sac in my right hand and grasped the shaft of his cock with my left hand. I wet my lips and wrapped them around his cockhead and sucked the purple glans into my mouth. Thrilling jolts of electricity shot throughout my body. It was as though my transformation into becoming his willing slave boy freed me from my own inhibitions—I reveled on the cock in my mouth. My tongue bathed his hot flesh with saliva. I breathed deeply; his manly aroma made my cock swell even larger. I became lost in the moment—all I could think of was my duty to pleasure my Master and my Arab Master's beautiful, brown, now-throbbing cock. I sighed and moaned as he pushed his hardness deeper into my mouth. I heard him chuckle of above me. He patted my head and said, "Yes, my pretty white slave—I knew you would come to love your new status in life." Suddenly he pulled his prick from my mouth and I whimpered with frustration. "Stand and strip," he ordered. I stood and pushed the harem pants down to my ankles, the chains prevented me from removing them completely. He sat on the edge of the bed and Jameel brought him a small bowl. I could see four shiny metallic balls swimming in some sort of clear liquid. They appeared to be about two-inches in diameter. "Stand with your back to me," he ordered. "Spread your legs wide apart and bend over...yes, good...now reach behind you and pull apart your bottom cheeks—we're going to oil your 'pussy'...." MY PUSSY? Oh my God, he wanted me to assist him in the rape of my bottom and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt the warm cylinder against my anus and without hesitation he pushed it inside my asshole. Then I felt a second ball against my anus and he pushed that one into my asshole, as well. My rectum felt full—it felt like I needed a bowel movement. It became very clear that he was going to fill my asshole with all four balls. When I felt the third ball push at my opening, my penis suddenly began to throb and he laughed. "Yes..." he said. "...a boy like you loves having his pussy used...." When the fourth ball was inside me the first ball pressed against my prostate. I swooned with delight and nearly fell over. The Emir's strong hands held me upright. My cock throbbed and I moaned with pleasure. The balls in my ass produced the most erotic sensations I'd ever felt. "Now my little slave boy, I want you to expel them into my hand...pretend you're having a bowel movement and push them out of your pretty white ass." OH MY GOD—HOW COULD I POSSIBLY DO SUCH A DISTASTEFUL THING AS THAT? His eyes were focused on my anus. He was staring at the most intimate part of my anatomy and he was ordering me to perform a very private act. He sensed my rebellion and screamed at me. "EXPELL THEM INTO MY HAND OR I WILL USE THE WHIP UNTIL YOU PASS OUT FROM THE PAIN!!" Tears filled my eyes as I began to grunt and force the balls out of my rectum. Very slowly—one-by-one I pushed them out of my asshole and into his hand. I saw Jameel and Aleem watching the spectacle with expressions of satisfaction on their faces. A white boy was suffering the ultimate humiliation before their very eyes. Arabian Nightmare Ch. 02 When the last ball popped out of my ass a wave of tremendous relief washed over me. He placed them in the bowl and said: "Good boy—we're going to do this one more time and I expect a much better performance from you—do you understand me, boy?" I was defeated. It was at that moment I truly knew I was no longer a free man. I belonged to my Arab Master and he could do anything he wanted with me. "Y-Yes, my Arab Master." I loosened my sphincter to allow the balls easier entrance into my 'pussy'. Before he gave the command to expel them, he grasped my aching cock and stroked it. I cried out from the extreme pleasure I was feeling. He laughed at me. I expelled them into his waiting hand with no difficulties this time. He remained sitting on the edge of the bed and he commanded me to position my bottom above his straining erection. He reached around me and massaged my breasts and pinched my hard little nipples. "Impale your pussy on my beautiful brown Arab cock, my sweet little white slave boy." "Yes, my Arab Master." At first I had some difficulty inserting his bulbous cockhead inside me; I strained and winced in pain, but I never hesitated. My Arab Master had given me an order and I would obey him. This was a whole new sensation. The metal balls had oiled my passage but his cock was much thicker than the balls. I squirmed my hips around his cock and pushed downward. My asshole gradually accepted more and more of his cock until I felt his pubic hairs against my flesh. I DID IT! I HAD HIS ENTIRE COCK INSIDE MY PUSSY!! He held me still and whispered into my ear. "Good boy—yes, that's it—just relax and enjoy my cock in your ass...you will have a cock in your ass every day for the rest of your life—learn to accept it—embrace the pleasure hard cocks can bring you and I guarantee you will love your new life—your orgasms will be spectacular beyond your wildest fantasies...if you fight against it—if you willfully refuse to accept your new role—I promise you will have a very long, and extremely miserable existence...the choice is yours...now raise and lower yourself on my cock." "Yes, my Arab Master." He was right. The minimal pain I had initially experienced was gone. Each time I lowered myself fully onto his hot flesh his cockhead bumped against my prostate and I cried out in pleasure. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to get fucked by a man. His fingers never left my nipples. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers and continually squeezed and pulled on them. He was driving me mad with desire. "Faster," he commanded. I quickened my pace. I was furiously impaling myself on his beautiful brown cock. Up-and-down I went...up-and-down...up-and-down.... He bit my ear lobe—his hips began jerking wildly—I felt his cock expand inside me. Suddenly he cried out and I felt his hot fluids filling my asshole. "OH GOD," I shouted. My body contorted and spasmed as my cum shot out of my balls into the air and landed on my chest and thighs. I gasped for air—it was the greatest orgasm of my life. He turned my head to face him and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. "Thank you, my Arab Master—thank you-thank you," I breathlessly said. He smiled at me in triumph. We both knew that from now on, I would be a willing and eager cum-slut for him. He dismissed Jameel and Aleem and lay back on the bed. He ordered me to kneel between his legs. "Lick my balls," he commanded. "Yes, my Arab Master." I licked his balls and covered his sac with saliva. His flesh had a salty flavor. He pulled his knees to his chest and said, "Lick my asshole, my sweet little white whore." "Yes, my Arab Master." I submitted to the ultimate degradation; his total power and control over me. I eagerly pushed my tongue into his acrid tasting asshole. I was once again grateful for Oka's training. The walls of his asshole felt like sandpaper on my tongue. I was required to keep my tongue moving in his asshole until his cock became fully erect then he fucked me again. And, yes, once again I experienced a fantastic orgasm without my cock ever being touched. That was pretty much our nightly routine. His cock in my ass--then my tongue in his asshole--then his cock in my ass again. I had powerful orgasms every time we fucked. The Emir was always in the company of one or both of his personal guards. One morning I was brought to the Emir's office. "Lower your pants and display your pussy to my men," he ordered. I pushed the harem pants to my ankles and spread my legs. I bent over and reached behind myself and opened my ass-cheeks with my hands. When I felt the cool air on my exposed anus I slowly rotated my hips in a lewdly suggestive manner. The Emir chuckled and patted me on the bottom and spoke to his men. "This belongs to me--only me! You may use his hands and mouth but his pussy is all mine!" The guards took advantage of his offer to use my mouth whenever they had free time. Something new was added to my after-dinner routine, as well: I was now required by the guards in the dining hall to get on my knees and suck the cocks of both Jameel and Aleem while the guards watched. The boys were delighted with the prospect of shooting their cum into a white boys mouth. When I left the room I saw both boys stripped and ravished by the guards. One of the Emir's personal guards now escorted me on the long walk to his office. He walked ahead of me pulling on the leash attached to my neck collar. Each night he would stop at a different place and order me to my knees. I would open his slacks and take out his cock and suck him. The prisoners loved it. I began to enjoy my nightly performance too. I considered the catcalls and insults as proof of my desirability. It was flattering that the guards chose to use my mouth in front of the horny prisoners. This prison was no different than any prison in that the weaker cellmates were forced to service the stronger ones. Sex was everywhere. The smell of semen was overpowering in that cell block. Cries from the weaker cellmates were ignored. One morning I was forced to wear my old prison overalls and taken for a long walk. We never left the building. I soon found myself in a court room. The judge spoke Arabic and he read the charges against me. "NOT GUILTY," I shouted. He had a thin, cruel smile on his face. Immediately afterwards I was taken into his office. He was a couple inches taller than me as he circled and inspected me. Finally he spoke: "Perhaps I could make a favorable ruling in your case." Uh-oh, I thought. "Yes, the Emir has spoken very highly of your skills...if you are willing I just might be able to get you out of here some day," he said softly. OH MY GOD—DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT? His hand went to the zipper of the overalls and began pulling it slowly down. "You must be very hot wearing this thing..." his voice trailed off. I immediately pulled the zipper all the way down and stepped out of the overalls. I stood before him wearing my pink harem pants. He smacked his lips and said, "Very nice...very nice...." He traced a finger over my lips. I went to my knees and lifted his robe: he was naked underneath and his short, fat cock was stiffening. I sucked his cock and played with his balls. This would be a small price to pay for my freedom. I became a daily visitor to his chambers. I lost track of the number of cocks I serviced every day. I was just a slave boy and cock-sucking became a large part of my day. Whenever I had a cock in my mouth, my own penis never failed to respond. By the time the Emir fucked me every night, I was begging and pleading to feel his cock in my ass. And every night I was rewarded with explosive orgasms of my own. All cocks were different and they fascinated me. I loved their texture and taste. I loved the taste of semen. I felt wanted and secure in the knowledge that men found me attractive enough to want to use my mouth. Yes, I told myself. Even after I was released from here I would still want to service men's cocks. One day I was in the Emir's office when the guards brought in a new prisoner. He was white and younger than me—a very pretty boy, I admitted to myself. My Arab Master dismissed me to his living quarters. Soon I was given the overalls to wear and was taken to the judge's chambers. I sensed I might have some competition from the new boy so I gave the judge one of my best blowjobs. Afterwards, we sat facing one another. "You are going to court today...I want you to change your plea to 'guilty'—you will admit that the drugs were yours, and I will sentence you to 'time served'. Can you do that?" he asked. I was confused by this. If I admitted the drugs were mine wouldn't that give him the right to send me to prison for life? I shared my concerns with him. He smiled sympathetically and said, "Trust me—you've performed very well and I will live up to my end of the bargain." I told him I trusted him and agreed to the deal. We went into the court room and I changed my plea to 'guilty' and said, "Yes, the drugs were mine." I heard the gallery gasp in surprise. I looked at the judge and immediately got a bad feeling. He spoke in Arabic and I understood some of it. Loosely translated he said, "Since you freely admit you are a drug dealer—I have no alternative than to sentence you to life in prison with no chance of release." Then he said, "If there is any employer here who will pay the state for this man's labor—speak up now." WHAT THE FUCK??? THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!! I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned and saw Mister Faisel, the owner of the construction company I had worked for. He was one of the men who had sexually pursued me but I refused him. He said he would put a claim in for my labor. The judge slammed his gavel and awarded me to Mister Faisel. I w led from the court room cursing and shouting at the judge. Mister Faisel smiled as two of his men took hold of me and led me to a company car. Everything happened so fast I didn't know what to do. I found myself sitting in the backseat next to Mister Faisel. He smiled that crooked grin of his and said, "You should have accepted my proposal when I made it—now I will make you pay dearly for your refusal—you belong to me now—I own you and you will refuse me nothing for the rest of your miserable little life." I was numb with fear—in complete shock. Now I knew who had planted the drugs in my suitcase and there was nothing I could do about it. My life was over. I was now going to be this horrid mans slave. He grinned at me as he massaged the large bulge in the front of his slacks.