[Reader: if you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences like they do in real life.]
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Vestments
The slave having done what it was told to do, Tariq says, “Soon Master Shareem will auction you to some new Master. I have a last thing to teach you. Are you ready?” it replies, “Master, the slave is ready to learn how better to please its betters. Teach it.”
Tariq orders the slave to go into the area outside of his shower, where the large mirror is. He orders it, “Stand there. Look at the slave.” As the slave does so, it drools and its cock begins to rise again. Tariq says, “Yes. That is a pleasing sight. It arouses me, too! You must learn how to enhance the use of your slave body to please a Master – or whoever he might wish you to please – how to make your body noticed, how to make it draw a man to it.”
“How, Master? How?” Tariq says, “slave, you are very educated. You know what seduction means. That is how. You must learn how to use your body beyond just letting it be seen. I will teach you how to move it, how to make it call out to a man seeing it.”
Tariq continues, “slave, stroke and caress your whole body.” After it has done so, Tariq hands it a small container of scented oil, telling it, “Continue to do as you have been doing. Spread the oil.” Meanwhile, Tariq lights some candles and dims the lights. The slave’s body starts to shine in the mirror. Of course, the slave’s cock is strong-out and leaking.
“Now,” Tariq tells it, “Think of yourself like you were some free man looking at what you see in the mirror. That slave in the mirror is in a window – like the windows with clothes and merchandise you remember in a city store from your previous life. Use your tongue and as sensuously as you can, slowly lick your lips, ending with your tongue left out a bit at the center of your mouth, twitching it at your image in the mirror.”
Having finished doing as it was told, the slave ends with pulling its tongue back into its mouth . . . and laughing – out loud! Tariq looks puzzled, and asks, “Why does the slave laugh?” “Because, Master . . . Master, this slave never saw itself through another man’s eyes – and what it sees is . . . is tempting! If this slave were that other man, a man that knew male sex like this slave now knows it – it would want to USE that body!”
“So then, slave, you begin to see what I mean by telling you that you still have something to learn, something that will help you better serve a Master who might buy your slave ass?” “Yes, Master. it does see. Thank you, Master Tariq.”
Next, Tariq has the slave back up from the mirror, all the way to the wall opposite it. He tells it, “Get down on your knees. Crawl one movement toward the mirror, and then stop. Tuck your head down, but keep looking forward, raising your head a little. With your eyes looking from the tops of their sockets, gaze at the face of the image of me that you see reflected. Then, lick your lips again . . . and remember – do it as sensuously as you can!”
The slave does as it is told. This time it does not laugh. Instead, it takes on an expression of a hunter viewing its prey . . . but not ferociously. It’s a look that seems to want to make the prey wish to come to it. it licks its lips, this time without having Tariq tell it to do so. Also, without being told, it begins to crawl forward, moving its shoulders slowly to the left and right as it “paces”.
“YES!”, Tariq exclaims. “You have it, slave. Without being instructed, you HAVE it.!”
That night, after its overseer’s shower and the slave rimming his hole, they approach Tariq’s pattern sheeted bed. The slave asks, “Master Tariq. May this slave speak?” “Yes, slave. Speak.” Then, it says, “Master Shareem wished this slave to share his bed. The Master enjoyed this . . . and, so did this slave. Does Master Tariq wish the slave in his bed, too?”
“slave,”, Tariq says, “you are growing bold! So long as you are respectful, this sort of boldness is acceptable – at least to this Master it is. But,” be warned, “it might not be so for all Masters. Yes, priest slave. Join me up here on my bed.”
The slave does so and begins by using all that it has learned about being sensual in its foreplay and giving head to Tariq . . . who thoroughly appreciates the special treatment. Then, through the night, it is repeatedly fucked by Tariq . . . and the slave makes it plain in its response that it truly does find its own pleasure in being very used!
The next morning, after the slave has gone to the training center for its daily several hours of body building, Tariq joins Shareem to review the recording of the previous night’s “lesson”. Delight is the only word to describe the reactions of both of them.
Shareem says, “Now, it is ready. At the auction in six weeks, it will be offered in a single-item lot. I will today compose a very special provenance piece to be included in the auction catalog. It will also be sent early to select potential buyers. I will wish you to review it, Tariq.”
“Yes, Shareem. It will be my pleasure, as always, to assist my Master. I must confess to you, though, that I am growing steadily less and less anxious for the day of this slave’s sale! it has become such a ‘convinced’ slave . . . it sees its reason for being and the source of its own pleasure – in its use by a Master.”
Shareem muses to Tariq, “Just when did ‘the change’ come for it? When did its mind accept that it was only a thing – to be used? Or, did it happen little by little?”
“Master, the preparation was in smaller bits. But, there was a single moment when it just ‘clicked’ for it.” “And,” Shareem asked, “just when was that moment?”
“It was after eight months in the Mandrasat regimen. The priest slave was in my quarters, and I told it to do what it felt like doing to pleasure me. After it did so – very well, I would add! – I asked it whether it had felt fearful being told to act on its own. it had not . . . and it told me that ‘Master’s being pleased’ was its reward. Then, it also said that it understood that “serving is the slave’s source of pleasure’.
That, Shareem, was ‘the moment’.
“And – then, last night when it released its cum spontaneously in my room upon declaring that the Roman priest is gone, that, ‘this slave is chattel . . . like the other animals that Master owns’ . . . and saying that its usefulness is to be ‘a hole for a Master’s cock to pleasure himself’ – that was like a final seal that would have erased any doubts if I had had any!” Shareem replied, “Indeed, Tariq. Indeed. This complete conversion in less than a year shows the excellence of the program that I constantly work at and develop here at Mandrasat. I have done a great thing here!”
“You certainly have, Master. You ARE a Master of your craft!”
Later in the day, Shareem completes what he will place in the catalog for the auction:
The final lot for today’s sale: One white, male slave. 29 years of age. Height 6’4”. Weight 215 lbs. Excellent physical condition. Educated. Speaks English and Arabic. Trained in all aspects of sexually gratifying its Master. Prior to being taken, was a Roman priest. A feast for the eyes.
He thinks to himself that the sentence about the slave’s previous life would have, in itself without any other detail, made the priest slave a high earner for Mandrasat at the auction.
With that auction on the horizon, Shareem’s trusted assistant, Tariq, is feeling the need to make sure every detail relating to the priest slave is checked and rechecked.
He decides to take the slave to the auction theater and stage. He will prepare it by rehearsals for how it should present itself. The following afternoon, instead of the slave joining the Nubians as a groomer, Tariq begins this process with it.
In the enormous lobby area of the auction theater, there is a set of two long lines of marble pedestal-like stones, each one about one foot high. They are arranged half along one side of the long hall and half on the other. They are not directly across one from another, but staggered so that the interested buyers can browse the stock more easily in just a single pass . . . noting in their catalogs which ones they might want to inspect additional times. Entrance to this hallway is by buyers’ tickets only, to prevent mere voyeurs.
First, Tariq shows the priest slave the lobby viewing hall. He tells it, “slave, for the morning before the auction will begin at 1:00 P.M., you will be placed on one of these stones. You see that there is an ankle cuff on a four-foot chain bolted into the floor by each stone. While you stand there, interested buyers, potential new owners of your slave ass, will inspect the slave stock.
“After a lunch break for the buyers, the auctioning will begin on the stage in the theater. You slaves will not be fed, as some of you might become nervous and vomit. In the morning, before you are placed on display, you will be given a light feeding only. You must not be so weak as to faint. While that is not an issue for you, it might be for some. Do you have questions, priest slave?”
“Master Tariq. This slave feels nervous. it has come to know life here at Mandrasat. Is there not any chance that its owner might not sell it?”
“slave, I can understand your feeling. No. There is absolutely no chance that you will not be sold. Do not waste energy or hope thinking about that. You will be bought either by a very rich Master who wants a skilled sex slave for himself and his friends . . . or, by the owner of a male sex brothel. The only thing you can be sure of is that your ass hole and mouth will be well used wherever you end.”
About fifteen seconds after the last part of Tariq’s comment, he notes that in the corner of the slave’s mouth some drool is dripping out, and that its cinched cock jumped. He smiles to himself and thinks, “Yes. What a slut. What a cock whore we have converted the Roman priest into! Marvelous!”
Tariq tells the slave to step up onto one of the stones. Then, he orders it, “Think back on what you saw in the mirror when I taught you about being seductive. Think on that. Consider it. What will you do standing on that stone to draw attention to the slave? After you have thought for a moment, I want you to show me. Make me desire your slave holes!”
Tariq can see that the slave is considering, even planning.
Master Tariq tells me that I must make slave buyers notice me . . . that they must imagine me servicing them . . . their cocks. I have no way of knowing which of them would be good or bad to me . . . so, there is no point in trying to seduce one more than another. I’ll just try to make each of them want my body.
Tariq notes that rather suddenly, the slave is moving. it throws its pelvis forward, strokes its cinched shaft, licks its lips slowly, leaving its tongue slightly out for about five seconds when it’s done . . . and then leans just a bit forward toward Tariq, looking into his eyes while it slightly raises its chin. The whole gesture is like an invitation!
“That is excellent, slave. I did not ever teach you that! Where did it come from?” it says to him, “Master Tariq, this slave is not dumb. Master has taught it many basic parts of how to be a pleasing sex slave. it has simply thought about the pieces you have taught it . . . and tried to put them together.”
It felt really good doing that. It felt natural to what I am now . . . to the cock whore I am . . . and that I am now happy to be. I want to “sell” my ass and my mouth. I want to prove my worth by the price I’ll bring to my owner who’s shown me what I am . . . what I was born to be.
Tariq is more than pleased, so he does not pursue the display hall practice further. He takes the slave to the theater. As he does so, he warns the slave, “priest slave, when you are displayed in the viewing hall or on the auction block, you are not to speak unless a viewer asks you to. Do not look them in the face, either. Look at their feet.”
Once inside the theater, off to the side of the stage, out of sight, Tariq shows the slave a narrow tunnel-like structure. It has bars imbedded in the floor and going up to a ceiling about nine feet high. There is an automated track made so that it moves along one side of the tunnel’s floor. Every foot or so, it has an iron ankle cuff attached solidly to that moving track.
Tariq tells the slave, “Come here. Place your foot into that cuff.” Once placed, Tariq touches his keypad and it locks around the priest slave’s ankle. With another touch to the screen, the track moves. The slave has to move with it. “You will be shackled like this as you await your turn on the auction block. Others will be ahead of you. Even though you will be the last to be sold, one slave that is not to be sold will be behind you. As you can see, the cuffs are close to each other. That is so that your cock will be in the ass crack of the slave in front of you, and that of the slave behind you in yours.”
The priest slave considers this. it smiles. it drools. its cinched cock rises. Again, Tariq thinks, very pleased with himself, “What a complete slut!”
“Once you are released from the front of the line, a guard will take you to the auction block. You will step onto it . . . and, again, it will do you well to ‘sell’ that body that Manrasat has built over your bones . . . and to use the new mind Mandrasat has given you to make that body perform. Do you understand what I am telling you, slave?”
“Master. This slave understands. it must whore itself to the slave buyers. it knows what it is. it will not displease its teacher!”
I am beginning to be excited. I wish the auction was right now. I am ready. I have been taught. I am a slave . . . a sex slave. I have been taught to please men. I am pleasured when I obey my Master’s command to service him . . . or another man. I obey. I serve. I AM only an owned slave. That is my worth. I was so wrong before being taken. Now, I know what I am . . . why I am . . . what to do. It is all so clear, so simple.
The day is finally arrived. The auction. Shareem is more excited than he has ever felt for this event. He does not quite know why. He’s been producing these auctions for his entire working life. It’s a major part of what he does! But, there it is. He feels almost giddy. He thinks, “I’m going to get more money for the priest slave than I’ve ever gotten for a single slave before – ever!
Tariq has just taken the priest slave to the hall with the viewing pedestals. The slave’s ankle is secured in the cuff on the four-foot chain. it is perched on the stone, naked and oiled to shine in the light, ready to be viewed by prospective buyers.
As the buyers come into the long hall, Tariq takes a place off to the side to see what happens. The priest slave is the most striking piece of stock being offered in the whole auction even without it doing anything special to gain attention. But, yet again, Tariq finds himself surprised!
He sees the priest slave first stand with its hands behind its head, just like any trained slave should to be viewed. its shoulders are square, its chest and pelvis each pushed forward, and its legs spread to match the width of its shoulders. But, then, the slave raises its clasped hands in the air above its head, twisting its body slowly to the left, starting with its upper body and letting its lower parts just follow. it ends this move in a position bending over with its ass hole to the front. it reaches around with its hands to pull its ass cheeks apart, and it uses its anus muscles to open and close its hole. it’s inviting the passing buyers to “come in”! Where did this spontaneous exhibit come from? Again, it was something that it had not been taught.
Tariq thought, “Not only is the slave now a complete cock whore, it is a creative one! I hope that one of the men seeing this right now is the buyer for one of the big brothel owners. The priest slave really would be a perfect draw for passing customers if it were displayed in a proper show window!”
The morning viewing continues, and the slave spends time stroking its cock and giving comely looks to the men (against its instructions not to look them in the eyes), licking its lips sensuously, doing its ass hole reveal move several more times, and doing poses not unlike a body builder might do. it now has a body that definitely “shows” well due to its molding by the Mandrasat trainers. The same is true of its erect penis and large, low hanging balls, dropping from the bottom of the cinch in its crotch.
For the entire time that the display lasts, the priest slave has a crowd around it. As men reach to feel its cock or weigh its balls in their palms or to tell it to bend so that they can finger its hole to test its tightness or insert their fingers into its mouth to examine its teeth – whatever they wish to do, the slave seems to move into their handling . . . never away from it. it is demonstrating how much it enjoys these humiliations. They are fascinated by this slutty slave that their catalogs tell them had been a Roman priest when it was taken. They speak among themselves at what a superior trainer Shareem is to have worked a conversion like this – how he has such an excellent slave training system for untrained captures.
At noon, a bell rings and the buyers are invited to a dining room for a lunch. At 1:00, another bell, and all gather in the auction theater.
Unseen by the buying audience, far to the left of the auction block and well away from the stage is the tunnel structure. Twenty-one slaves to be auctioned are there. The first three will be shown as a single lot, as listed in the auction catalog. The same for the next three. Then, three lots of two slaves each. Then, preceding the priest slave, there are two lots of four slaves each. The second of these is a lot of pit fighting slaves.
Just as Tariq said it would be, all the slaves are herded tightly into the tunnel structure. With each one’s right ankle secured in one of the cuffs that move with the pull of the automated track of which the cuffs are a part, each of the slaves is cock-in-crack with the one ahead of it and, thus, the one behind it in its crack. An extra slave that is not to be sold, one of the biggest of the Nubian groomers, is in the front of the line, and another in the back. Each of them is trained to crowd as tightly as possible to the last and the first slaves in the tunnel. Each of them is to move its pelvis so as to hump either the ass in front of it or the cock behind it. Doing this has a chain effect of getting all of them to be moving in a humping motion together. It insures that when the items of stock step to the auction block on the stage, their cocks are stiff and probably dripping. It is the look that Shareem wants his buyers to see.
As Tariq holds the priest slave back to be put last into the tunnel structure, right in front of the Nubian “pusher”, the four pit fighter slaves in the second lot of four is put into the tunnel. The priest slave hears, “Bret!” No one has called it that for months. it almost doesn’t react, but then, it does. it sees that the source of its former free man name is one of the fighting slaves. it realizes that it is the pilot slave . . . it does not remember any other name for it.
Tariq reacts, telling the pit fighter to shut its mouth. He eyes its trainer-handler angrily. That trainer pushes the pilot slave into the tunnel and connects the ankle cuff to its leg. Then, Tariq places the priest slave behind it, followed by the Nubian.
Tariq leaves the area to go to watch from the theater as Master Shareem begins to welcome the buyers from the center of the stage, in front of the large, round auction block, covered with black satin.
In the tunnel, the pilot slave, keeping its voice low, turns its head to the side and speaks to the priest slave, whose semi-hard cock is buried in its ass crack, quite happy to be dry humping it. “Bret, what have you been trained for?” The slave responds, “That man is gone. This slave is only called ‘slave’ or ‘priest slave’.”
“What the fuck, Bret,” the pilot slave says. “Have they fucked your mind? You are Bret.” The priest slave replies, “No. He is gone. This slave is a thing for a Master to use for his pleasure.” The pilot slave says, “No fuckin’ way! Think, Man. Get a grip. Don’t give up. There’s gotta be a way to escape this shit hole.”
The priest slave says, “This slave doesn’t need to escape . . . does not want to escape. it has been taught its purpose. it will serve and obey.”
Exasperated, the pilot slave, turns its head back forward, muttering how it cannot believe what it’s just heard. Meanwhile, the slave behind him is both humping harder and breathing harder.
The auction goes on, but not very quickly. The bidding is long. Shareem has directed the auctioneer not to be too fast, but to draw things out, trying to tease the bidders to keep raising their bids.
Finally, the priest slave sees the four pit fighters sold as a single lot to a man that the auctioneer called the owner of “The Arena of Pain”.
It is now its own turn! it feels hyped, excited. Unbeknown to it, Tariq has taken a very big chance and told the chief guard not to hook the chain to its collar to lead it to the block . . . and not to chain it to the block, either.
The priest slave does not even seem to notice. it has been anticipating this last showing of its body to the buyers. it moves toward the block with its head up, shoulders back, and its chest and pelvis forward. its right hand is stroking its leaking cock. it is smiling!
Once arrived at the block, it steps up on it . . . and takes a pose like a body builder, followed by more of the same. Then, it places its hands behind its head and slowly turns 180 degrees, ending by bending with its asshole exposed to the buyers, pulling its ass cheeks apart and tightening and relaxing its hole in an invitation to use it. Next, it stands up straight, still with its ass toward the buyers, raising its arms high with its legs spread wide.
Finally, it turns to face them. Again ignoring the order not to look them in the face, it scans the audience, looking boldly into the eyes of those close enough to do so, while it licks its lips seductively and then leaves its tongue slightly still out of its drooling mouth while it uses both hands to play with its also drooling shaft.
The buyers are going wild with shouts, cheers, and clapping. They are on their feet. Shareem is on his feet, as well. He has never had such an enthusiastic response to a slave for auction. He knows he is about to make a huge amount of money! Looking around, he sees Tariq knowingly nod to him.
The auctioneer keeps the bidding going . . . and the priest slave keeps its body moving. It is obvious that the priest that this slave was is no more. it is a slut. it wants to serve a man’s or men’s lust.
Finally, the auctioneer says, “Going once – going twice – going three times! SOLD for the magnificent sum of $3 million dollars to the owner of “The Golden Phallus Brothel”!
At the fall of the auction hammer, the priest slave steps down from the block. it had never been chained to it. it kneels down in front of it, facing the assembled buyers with its forehead to the floor, its ass in the air. Master Shereem is in the front row. It then crawls to him to give him its salaam.
Shareem opens his outer robe and lifts the inner one so that it can kiss his balls and cock after it kisses his feet. Then, in front of all the assembled men, Shareem places his hand of the slave’s head, signaling what he wants next. The drooling and leaking slave devours Shareem’s cock. it knows it needs to make him cum quickly. First, it takes his cock and sucks so tightly that those next to him can see clearly the outline of Shareem’s hard cock in its mouth. After only a minute or so of this very tight sucking up and down his erect cock, it takes his shaft down its throat and begins humming around it. This drives its former owner mad with pleasure. Shareem’s cum shoots hard and fast and plentifully right down the slave’s throat.
Then, after coming off of Shareem’s cock, the slave kneels again with its head to the floor at its former owner’s feet. Shareem has let his inner robe’s hem fall back to the floor, but his outer one is still parted, his erection remaining clear against his tented inner robe.
The slave is not moving. Shareem looks down at it and asks “What are you waiting for, you white piece of shit?!”
it speaks: “Master. May this slave speak?” Yet again on this afternoon, a surprised Shareem says, “Speak, priest slave!”
Then, very loudly and in Arabic, but still with its forehead to the floor, it says: “This slave thanks Master Shareem for taking it. it was an ignorant man, needing to be taught its place. Now it knows it is a slave. its pleasure comes from serving and obeying its owner, its Master. it thanks Master Shareem for bringing it to know what it is!”
Most of the buyers have been to many, many auctions. Shareem has conducted them for years and witnessed them before he inherited the business. Never before has anything like this happened. In his mind, he thinks back to that airplane ten months ago. He smiles, congratulating himself on how great a man he is to have accomplished such a feat.
Then, he says, “Abbas! Come to claim your new property!” Abbas, the brothel owner, moves from the other end of the front row, accompanied by two muscled guards. He locks the end of the chain he carries onto the slave’s collar, and then he hands its other end to one of the guards. He orders him to lead it to the sold stock holding pens. Then, Abbas embraces the beaming Shareem, who had re-fastened his outer robe, and they congratulate one another. Abbas tells him, “It may take some time, but the amount of business this one will bring to my brothels, and the rent I can charge for its use, will more than equal its price. Even if that were not true, the fame, the pride, the prestige that it will bring me would be worth its price to me!”
Abbas turns to the remaining one of his two guards and tells him to notify Tariq that he has some adjustments that he wishes to be made to the stock he has just bought before he accepts delivery of it.
After the buyers have dispersed, Tariq approaches Abbas, saying, “Your guard told me that you have some adjustments to your property that you wish carried out. We will be glad to take care of whatever you wish.”
Abbas tells him, “I want that cinch removed from its crotch. In its place, I want a cock cage placed there. Unless I have the slave on display like it was today in the viewing hall, or if a client wishes its cock available, its normal condition will be with it much less visible – and unavailable – to itself or to the other slaves. I keep all my brothel boys caged. Their duties involve their holes, not their cocks. I do not want them fucking each other. The only pleasure that they need to get from a cock is from the one that springs from the crotch of one of my clients. They do not need to think of themselves as even having penises except when they piss.”
Tariq responds, “As you wish, Abbas, so shall it be. Are there any other alterations that you wish?”
“Yes, Tariq. I want wrist and ankle bands added to match its collar. They are to have rings for securing its arms and legs if I wish them so.”
“Again, as you wish, Abbas.”
With that, they part. Tariq goes to the sold stock holding area and takes the priest slave. He only tells him, “Your delivery to your new owner, Abbas, will await some changes that he has ordered.”
Changes? What does that mean? This makes me feel fearful . . . for the first time today.
“Master Tariq, may this slave speak?”
“You may speak, slave.”
“What changes does this slave’s new owner want?”
Tariq smiles and says, “I was waiting for you to ask to speak. I knew that your curiosity would cause the request. He wants wrist and ankle cuffs placed on your slave body. He also wants the cinch in your crotch taken away and replaced with a device to keep your cock from rising. He does not want you playing with it or fucking any of your fellow slaves. It will only be available if one of the brothel clients wants it to be – or if you are used as a display object in one of his establishments.”
The slave’s face looks shocked. it says, “Master Tariq . . . that is hard for this slave to hear. Why would my new owner want this?”
“slave, it is not for you to question. You now know well that you are nothing but a piece of property. Your owner will do with you and to you whatever he wishes. It is not your concern.”*
I know what Tariq says is true. I am only a slave, a thing, an item of property. It is not my concern how my owner wants to see me. I must obey. I accept this.
The slave replies to Tariq, “Master Tariq has taught this slave that it is nothing, that it must accept whatever its Master orders. The slave will not ask more questions.”
Hearing this, Tariq simply smiles to himself at what a complete slave this captured, one-time Roman priest, has become. It amazes even him how that young man on the airplane at the London airport ten months ago has been completely replaced with this ever so compliant sex slave!
A day later, the four cuffs have been secured in place. its cock is now prevented from erecting, being caged with bars to keep it from doing so.
The Mandrasat truck especially equipped for slave deliveries with an enclosed and air-conditioned rear section containing a cage has just arrived at “The Golden Phallus” brothel. Once the door has been opened by the Golden Phallus guards, the Mandrasat guards take the priest slave out of its cage and deliver it to them.
Just inside the doors, they can see decorations carved into the stone. They are male sex organs and male bodies with erect penises. Also, set in a heavy wooden frame is the old door knocker from before the place was remodeled. It is a large bronze penis that a visitor used to take in his hand to knock the two huge balls attached below it on the old heavy door.
The delivery completed, they get back into the Mandrasat truck and depart.
The priest slave is now a sold slave in its new place of service. That very afternoon, it will be presented for their use to the clients who come there lusting to have a slave mouth suck their rigid cocks or to fuck beautiful male flesh with their poles.
The slave is taken to a rear area where it is emptied of any matter in its fuck tube. Then, it’s groomed in the showers and its body is oiled with a musky smelling ointment. A tag made of metal is appended to its neck collar. The tag bears two lines, saying in Arabic: “Roman Priest / Cock Whore”. Abbas has decided that this is the best way initially to market his new possession.
Abbas is also having his photographer take several pictures of the priest slave, in many of its seductive poses. After viewing them all, Abbas selects one that is to be blown up large and placed on an easel in one of the brothel’s front windows. Under it is an invitation: “Enter the Golden Phallus. Be Seduced by the Roman Priest Cock Slut.”
Abbas has priced a session with the slave priest at $1,000.00 for an hour. He figures he can get thousands in a single afternoon and night from this magnificent, cock hungry, amazingly compliant white slave.
That afternoon the crowd in the brothel’s outer lobby is large. Those who have come include several of the buyers from the auction where the priest slave was bought. As they arrive, they pay and are given numbered tickets. When their number is called, they will be escorted to one of the lavish salons where the new slave will do the ticket holder’s lustful bidding. Far more tickets are purchased than can be accommodated in just one afternoon and night. Their tickets will be honored tomorrow . . . and after, till whenever the last number holder’s pleasure has been sated by this newest brothel boy.
As the first ticket holder is led in, the brothel slut is kneeling back on its heels. its prick looks really small – caged in its smooth crotch where only a portion of the length of its endowment shows. its large, low hanging balls, though, are definitely on show.
The brothel slut looks the customer in his eyes and then leans forward onto its hands and knees. it crawls toward the man’s feet to lick them when it reaches him. As it crawls toward him, the slut continues to look upward out of the tops of its eyes, from its lowered head and bowed shoulders, licking its lips and growling lowly as it moves. Even though caged, its now more of a “cocklet” is leaking along with its mouth, as they both always do, in anticipation of giving head or being fucked. it is drooling from both sides of its mouth, the drool dropping down in two strands, one from each side of its jaw.
As it crawls toward the client, the man has stepped out of his sandals and is taking off his outer robe. With only an hour and the huge number of anxious users waiting their turns, this customer does not want to waste a minute’s worth of his $1,000 just getting naked.
The new brothel slut has reached the man’s feet. it shows its respect giving the salaam. Then, it sits back on its heels again, looks up, and with a motion of its right hand and the movement of its eyes, invites the client to sit in front of it.
The man is a bit taken a back . . . this is something new. He sits. The slut changes its position so that its legs are crossed and it motions to the customer to cross his legs. Once he does so, the priest slave brothel slut starts to do the same thing that Tariq taught it. it caresses the man’s body slowly, finally reaching his – by then very hard – cock. it uses its other hand to uncross the client’s legs, then uncrossing its own, letting them rest on either side of the man. The slut moves itself toward the man’s crotch with the stiff penis growing from it, lifting itself up a bit to direct that cock into its ass hole. Then, it leans back, raising its legs to the man’s shoulders and pressing its hole all the way to the pubic hair at its base. The man takes over then, fucking at varying speeds, fast then slow then fast. The slut is moaning, and the customer is moving from growls to moans of his own. The priest slut is working its ass muscles around the cock inside its tube. Finally, the client thrusts in and stays there still for about fifteen seconds. Roaring, he releases streams of cum into the brothel boy’s ass. He falls forward over it.
Previously, when the the priest slave had experienced this phase of being fucked, its own hard cock would have erupted and its cum would be between their two chests, abs, and in their crotches. its hard cock is missing now, locked away in the cage. To the new brothel slut’s surprise, even though not erect and being contained in the cage, it is squirting cum out between the bars that form the piss hole in the cage. its cum is bathing the pubic hair of the customer and dripping back from there to its own hairless crotch where pubic hair will never grow again.
The slut looks into the man’s face and, after licking its lips, opens its mouth in its invitation for the man’s tongue. A second invitation is not required. His tongue is fucking the brothel boy’s mouth, and the slut is giving back as good as it is getting.
The customer is surprised when a sound like the bells of a wind chime fills the room. A few minutes later, the door opens, and the brothel escort is telling him that his hour is completed. The escort offers to assist him in re-dressing. Meanwhile, another slave enters, takes the new brothel boy by its arm, pulling it quickly to its feet and then out the door. The Roman priest slut must quickly be washed by the groomers, and its hole must have the cum of the client just serviced cleaned from it. it must be oiled again and delivered to the next salon, where the person with ticket #2 is brought in one hour and fifteen minutes after the start of the first man’s session.
Throughout this first afternoon and evening, rotating back and forth between the two rooms, each being cleaned while the other one is occupied, the priest slut services ten brothel clients, finishing at 1:15 the following morning. it began at 1:00 P.M. the previous afternoon. $10,000.00.
The slut is taken to be cleaned a tenth and final time. Then, it is fed its slave gruel, and finally it’s taken to the common room where all of the brothel boys sleep on mats on the floor. The slave falls asleep soon after lying down, but not before some moments to think.
A sex slave. That is what I truly am. I am called a cock slut, the Roman priest cock whore. They are right. I enjoyed every seduction today! I AM what Mandrasat molded me into. I am glad that I was taken that day on the airplane. I would never have learned my true place without Master Shareem.
After the first week, Abbas sets a regimen for his newest acquisition. He wants it kept healthy and well-conditioned. So, it is to service customers only from 5:00 P.M. until 1:45 A.M., seven days a week. it will sleep from 3:00 A.M. until 11:00 A.M., with daily three-hour workouts, some of them on the roof to keep it bronzed. Four days a week, as a part of those workouts, it will be taken in the brothel van to an outdoor area where it is to run ten miles. Abbas figures that with its night time work schedule the slave will garner well over $2 million a year.
Over the next years, the former Roman priest, transformed into a brothel slut, is rotated around in a sequence from one to another of Abbas’ many brothels. Abbas frequently has it displayed in a showcase without its cock cage in place to “perform” for those passing by the brothel. Occasionally, a willing customer is placed in the showcase with the whore.
These displays make it plain to all potential “cummers” that this cock slut is really “as advertised”. The Roman priest cock slut loves these times, both due to its pride in its body and because it has access to its needy temporarily uncaged cock. In the showcase, it can masturbate nearly the entire time as it seduces the passers-by, and it cums as often as its balls produce the juice.
Even when that occasional daring customer willing to be seen having sex in public is with the cock slut in the display window , the priest cock whore is just as content because its cock is free, hard, and attended to by its and the customer’s hands . . . or even in the customer’s ass if that is what he desires.
One day when the Roman priest slut is alone in the showcase seducing the passers-by, a slave-drawn delivery wagon rolls to a stop right in front of the brothel. As the priest slut preens, strokes its body, shows its ass hole, plays with its large, erect and leaking cock while licking its drooling lips, it looks at the slaves harnessed in front of the wagon. They all are hugely muscled. The slave closest to the curb in front of the display window is badly disfigured. it has part of its ear bitten away. The wound is long ago healed. its nose has clearly been often broken. its nipples and earlobes are ripped and hanging where rings had been torn from its body long ago. it is panting with its mouth hanging open as it waits, showing many spaces where teeth once had been. it is not chained to the wagon it helps to pull, as it knows that it cannot escape its enslavement. Like any other beast of burden, it takes no notice of the stream of piss shooting from the cinched prick in its hairless crotch.
The eyes of the two slaves meet. There is a moment of recognition. The pilot slave and the priest slave know who it is that each sees. Neither makes any nod of recognition. What it sees is merely an owned thing, another slave. Each is nothing other than the profit or the pleasure that it brings its owner. “Bret” and “Jonathan” are no more.
The wagon has pulled away. The day goes on. There is an occasional gaggle of viewers outside the display showcase, watching the naked male whore.
The young priest at the Vatican that I was four years ago saw himself in linen and silk vestments, before a congregation worshiping something very different than does the one that now gathers in front of it here on display.
I never could have imagined myself dressed in the “vestments” it now wears.
This whore – this sex slave – that it now is . . . that I now am – is proud displaying its fantastic, always naked, body. it wants to seduce men. it is anxious to have its holes invaded by erect, hard cocks. it is still grateful to Master Shareem for taking it and turning it to realize what its true purpose always was. The sign in its window tells all who pass what that is. ROMAN PRIEST / COCK WHORE.
End.
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