#white slave

Damien arrived in this African country yesterday. He was part of a shipment of 1,000 white slaves from Europe, stored on a cargo ship that took a week to reach its destination.

   It was a horrible week for Damien because of the unsanitary conditions on the ship. All the slaves were chained, lying down, their ankles shackled. He was unable to move during this time. The guards gave him disgusting food once a day. The slaves urinated and defecated on themselves.

  When he disembarked, Damien was hosed down to make him presentable for sale.

  The disembarked slaves were distributed among the city's many slave markets. He has just been purchased by his new master, Mamadou. Since the whites became slaves throughout the European continent under the domination of Arab and Black masters, Mamadou has regularly purchased white slaves.

  The first thing Mamadou will do is shave his slave completely. He can't stand the sight of a white  with a single hair on his body, but Damien still has all his hair, and even though his pubic hairs has been trimmed, there's still too much left for Mamadou. Once this is done, he'll immediately put him to work in his fields under the supervision of Mamadou's brother and his whip!

  Like all of Mamadou's slaves, Damien has become a real beast of burden!

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Damien est arrivé hier dans ce pays africain. Il faisait partie d'une cargaison de 1 000 esclaves blanc en provenance de l'Europe et stockés dans un cargo qui mis une semaine pour arriver à destination. 

Ce fut une semaine horrible pour Damien en raison des conditions d'hygiène dans le cargo. Tous les esclaves étaient enchainés allongés, les chevilles enchainées. Il n'a pas pu bouger pendant cette période. Les gardes donnaient une fois par jour de la nourriture dégueulasse. Les esclaves urinaient et déféquaient sur eux-mêmes.

Lorsqu'il a été débarqué, Damien a été lavé à jet d'eau afin d'être présentable pour la vente.

Les esclaves débarqués ont été répartis sur les nombreux marchés aux esclaves de la ville. Il vient d'être acheté par son nouveau Maître, Mamadou. Depuis que sur tout le continent européen, les blancs sont devenus esclaves, sous la domination des Maîtres arabes et noirs, Mamadou achète régulièrement des esclaves blancs. 

Part one

by [email protected]

Sometimes, when people with a very high sex drive find themselves going through a dry patch, they get creative. My name is JC. I'm a late 20's, all American male with a good job in sales. I have a nice car and a nice apartment here in Los Angeles, but I haven't had a serious girlfriend in almost a year.

I'm a little over five feet, six inches tall, and I'm very physically fit. I spend plenty of time lifting weights at the gym, or running out on the trails. People tell me I'm funny, and I don't think I'm a dork, so I've become a little frustrated that I still find myself alone. I'm very disappointed that my only sexual outlet at the moment is internet porn and, well, you get the picture.

One weeknight, after maybe one too many cocktails, I decided to turn to craigslist to see if I could find someone who might be as desperate as I. Scrolling thought the list of categories, I quickly found "Girls Seeking Guys," and clicked the link. To my despair, most of the posts were very old, and few seemed like someone my type. After all, I wasn't looking for a BBW who wanted to be a pillow princess, and I certainly wasn't looking to be "generous".

Out of curiosity, I clicked on the "Guys seeking Guys" link, and was frankly surprised by the number of posts. There seemed to be pages of recent posts, and these horn dogs were getting right to the point in their graphic titles. As I glanced down the list, I couldn't deny that I was getting very aroused reading just the titles of each post.

Somewhere, in the middle of the first page, one post jumped out at me.

"Doctor seeks houseboy," the title said. I clicked on the post and started reading the contents.

"Doctor in his 50's seeks younger man to perform duties at my private home, 3 days a week," that was it. That was the entire post.

I was oddly curious about what this doctor was seeking. I wondered why he needed a houseboy, and what "duties" would he need performed.

So, I clicked reply.

"Hi, I'm 28, I have a full time job in sales, but I could be available after work if that interests you," I typed.

I then entered my email in the box as requested, and paused.

"What the hell," I thought, and pressed send.

I closed my laptop, poured myself another cocktail and planted myself on the couch in front of the TV.

Unexpected Response Comes Quickly

A few minutes later, my phone made the familiar "ding" of an incoming email. I looked down at my phone, expected some annoying work email, but instead, I found a new email in my personal inbox. It was a reply from the craigslist doctor.

"Are you willing to work naked?" was the entire reply.

I smiled my usual mischievous smile I get when moderately buzzed, and typed, "Yes."

A few seconds later, the doctor again replied, "When would you like to interview?"

"Interview? Who the hell is this guy, and is he actually serious?" I wondered.

My curiosity was piqued. It didn't help that I was sporting a pretty high blood alcohol level, and I had gone without any real sex for almost four months.

"After work, this week?" I replied, and pressed send.

Seconds later, there was an incoming response, "Wednesday 7:00 pm”

The directions included the address of a home in Beverly Hills.

The address was in an upscale part of Beverly Hills on the western side of Los Angeles. It was known for it's sprawling ranch homes and country club setting. If this was really his home, then he must be a doctor, or a lawyer, or someone successful. I was no longer concerned about meeting a crazed axe murderer.

"Axe murderer, are you crazy? There's no way you're going to do this!" my subconscious screamed.

I've never considered myself gay, but I was pretty drunk and incredibly horny. I couldn't stop myself from typing.

"See you then," I replied and paused briefly before hitting send.

Wednesday Morning

Wednesday was a usual workday, I'd almost forgotten about my drunk email exchange with the doctor on Monday night. Around 11am, a new personal email arrived. It was from the doctor.

"Instructions," read the title of the email.

I closed my office door, returned to my desk and opened the email.

There was a single text block that read:

"You will arrive promptly at 7pm to the address I've previously provided. The garage door will be open and the left most slot will be available for you. Park in the garage, then close the garage door using the button on the wall. Once the door is closed, remove all of your clothing, and set your folded clothes in the bin on the floor by the door to the house. Enter the house, proceed through the laundry area and you will find further instructions on the kitchen island. Ensure that your privates are freshly shaved. I have no use for a hairy houseboy."

I was a little stunned by the clinical nature of the note, but even more surprised by the erection forming in my pants. My curiosity had completely overtaken the logical part of my brain. It didn't help that my libido had gone into "beast mode," in prior days, when I started all this by browsing craigslist.

My hands shook with excitement as I typed, "Yes, Doctor." Then, without pausing, I pressed send.

I couldn't focus on work for the balance of the day. I faked my way through a series of prospect calls, and left work early so I could get in a workout and clear my mind.

It was a very warm summer day, so I decided to sweat out my anxiety and go for a long run. Soon, I was too warm to leave my shirt on, so I had it wrapped around my fist as I ran along the park trails near my apartment. It didn't escape me that I was a being quietly admired by other female runners as we passed along the way.

"Why would you even think about being some weirdo's houseboy?" my mind's voice asked.

"Look at all of these sweaty, attractive women out here getting their workouts done, and you're thinking about stripping for some old doctor in an upscale home?" my mind continued scolding.

There was something so forbidden about this strange encounter that hooked my imagination. What was this doctor seeking? Did he just want a young naked thing to stare at while it completed housework? Or was it something even more forbidden?

My run passed by quickly as I was lost in my thoughts. I returned to my apartment and cooled off on my porch with a tall cool drink. I opened the doctor's email again and read the instructions. It was settled, I was too curious to keep myself from at least finding out what was next. I was going to follow his instructions as a first step.

The First Meeting

After a shower (and a fresh shave as instructed), I decided that since it was so warm, there was no need to overdress for the drive to the home on Wilshire. So I pulled on a pair of shorts, a light shirt and a pair of sandals. No underwear. I was going commando for this first meeting, since I was planned to strip in the garage anyway.

I made the drive through the winding hills that surrounded the doctor's upscale suburb, I had the windows open on my 3 series as I followed the directions provided by my phone. While I was familiar with the suburb, I had never really visited anyone who lived there. I wasn't surprised at the size of the homes, but I was surprised that they were all closely placed on rather small lots.

I guess it made sense, since this was an older suburb, very conveniently located near downtown; land was at a premium. I followed the directions provided, and soon I was on Wilshire.

As I pulled up to 1480, I discovered a large formal rambler with a perfectly manicured lawn that must certainly have been professionally managed. It was still light outside, but I didn't notice a lot of activity. No kids playing, no families walking by, it was almost uncomfortably peaceful. Probably, I reasoned, because all of the residence were well off, and later in life.

I noticed that one of the three garage doors was indeed open, and there was space available. My heart started to race as I pulled up the drive and pulled into the open stall.

"You can still back out!" my mind screamed in my head. "Just put it in reverse and get the hell out of here."

Instead, my hands betrayed me and pulled the parking brake and turned off the ignition. I sat in the car for a moment, with the heat and humidity of the July evening surrounded me while I sat motionless in my car. As if in a trance, I opened the door and climbed out of my car. I walked over to the wall and pressed the button. The garage door started to close.

As I turned to look back at my car, I noticed that the garage was clean and relatively empty, there were two other cars parked in the other stalls. Both of them were late model luxury vehicles. One was a sedan, the other, an SUV. The garage was completely absent of any clutter.

As the garage door rattled and hummed while it closed, I realized I was now kind of committed. I knew that the doctor would have heard the garage door.

"You're still outside the home, there's no reason to push this further," the voice in my head tried reasoning.

I stepped onto the mat outside the door and looked down to see an empty clothes basket just as the doctor mentioned in his instructions.

"You're still dressed, you can re-open the garage door, get in your car, and stop now!" the same voice said in a tone that now indicated stress.

Before my mind could utter another word, I looked down and saw my summer weight golf shirt folded in the clothes bin.

"It's just you're shirt," my mind whispered, "You can still stop."

I stood there shirtless for what seemed like 10 minutes, then I realized my thumbs were inside my waistband and my hands were sliding down my legs towards my knees.

As my waistband inched toward my knees, my rock hard cock sprung out, slapping against my stomach. I let my shorts fall to the garage floor and then picked them up and put them in the basket.

I looked down at my freshly shaved, rock hard cock. I kept it shaved because my last girlfriend liked it that way. I also thought that shaving it made my 6.5" length look more like 7+ inches. But tonight, my cock was freshly shaved because I was following the doctor's instructions.

Lit by the automatic garage door light, I stood wearing only a pair of sandals and a raging hard on. I stepped out of the sandals and placed them next to the bin on the floor.

"Dude, your stark naked in some stranger's garage. Have you lost your mind!" my inner voice shouted. "Get your clothes back on and get the hell out of here!"

Looking forward, I see my hand is already on the door knob about to open the door into the doctor's house. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and turn the knob.

"No!!!!" my mind's voice screamed.

I ignored it and stepped inside, stark naked, driven by my libido and my curiosity, literally following the head of my cock into my interview.

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As I entered the doctor's home, I was incredibly aroused. I found it exciting to be walking into a stranger's home completely naked, ready to follow the instructions waiting for me in the kitchen.

The house was oddly quiet as I carefully walked through the laundry room and into the large gourmet kitchen. It was 7pm sharp on a warm July evening. The air conditioning was on creating a noticeable contrast to the heat of the garage. All of the curtains and blinds were open, allowing the sun to flow into the kitchen that adjoined the laundry area.

I was a little nervous exiting the laundry room into the kitchen due to a set of patio doors that opened onto an elevated deck in the back yard. As I looked through the patio doors, I could see into the neighbor's home on the lot across the back yard. I assumed that since I could see into their home, they could likely see me standing naked in the doctor's kitchen.

I quickly made my way over to the kitchen island where I found a single sheet of paper with a set of typed instructions. I stood at the island where the neighbor's view was almost completely obstructed.

I started to read the instructions:

"On the island, you will find a platter and two martini glasses. In the freezer, you will find bottles of Bombay Sapphire gin and Belvedere vodka.

"Prepare me a Belvedere martini and add two pearl onions from the refrigerator using the swizzle sticks in the holder on the island. Prepare yourself a martini, and place them both on the platter."

I stopped to look around for a moment to calm myself before continuing on with the note.

It continued:

"If you wear glasses or contacts, please remove them before joining me in the study for your interview.

"As an eye surgeon, I don't consider you naked if you are wearing corrective eyewear. You will find the necessary saline solution and contact case on the kitchen island for your use as needed.

"Once you are truly naked, serve me my martini in the study near the south side of the home."

I stepped to the sub-zero refrigerator, and pulled out the gin and the vodka from the freezer. The olives and onions were near the front of the fully stocked refrigerator. I poured the doctor's vodka martini first, and carefully added the two pearl onions as he instructed.

I placed the doctor's martini on the platter and started to work on a gin version with olives which I preferred. Once both martinis were complete, I put all the ingredients back in their respective places, and re-read the instructions to make sure I had done everything correctly.

"What's with the contact lenses?" I thought to myself. "I'm blind as a bat without my contacts."

With quivering hands, I carefully removed each contact and placed them in the provided case using the available saline solution. As I looked up from the island, I now saw only blurred light instead of sharp images. I could make out the large opening into the living room at the front of the house, but almost all the details were obscured.

I took a few breaths to calm myself. This was getting a little weirder than I could manage, even in my heightened state of arousal.

"Something's not right here," my mind's voice said sternly. "You can't see, and now he is instructing you to drink martinis!"

Houseboy Serves the Doctor

I reached down for the platter and steadied myself before lifting it for my journey to the study (wherever that was).

I slowly made my way across the formal living room. The focal point of the living room was a large picture window, common for the home's era. The window was uncovered, allowing the bright evening sun to shine in from the west, illuminating the entire room. My nearsightedness kept me from wondering if I was visible to any neighbors who might be enjoying an evening walk.

As I crossed the foyer, I found two short hallways. Not knowing which hallway led to the study, I called out, "Doctor?"

"Back here!" came a voice from the hallway near the front of the house.

The voice had a Middle Eastern accent that seemed familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint. I proceeded into the hallway following the voice. My body felt the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the wall of glass that looked onto the front lawn. Once again I was worried about exposing myself to the neighborhood.

The study was dark in contrast. Each wall was covered with dark alder book cases. Each case was lined with a full complement of books. The desk was also made from knotty alder, and all of the chairs and the couch were covered in dark leather.

On the leather couch sat the doctor, in a formal robe, with an iPad in his lap. My extreme nearsightedness and the darkness of the room prevented me from clearly seeing the doctor's features. I could tell that his skin color was much darker than mine.

"Set the platter on the table here, boy," the doctor said as he rose from the couch.

I acknowledge him by following his instructions. I stood waiting for my next instruction.

"Take my robe, and fold it over my desk chair," he said as he turned his back and removed his robe and handed it to me.

As I walked to the chair to hang the robe, I looked up to see a blurred nude man sitting back down on the leather couch. I placed the robe carefully over the chair and returned to stand in front of the doctor.

"Hand me my martini, boy," the doctor asked quietly. "Then take a few sips of your own cocktail, and kneel at my feet."

I carefully handed the doctor his vodka martini with two pearl onions, my hands visibly shaking as I reached out to place it in his hand. With my mind racing, I took two large swallows of my gin martini, paused, and then took a third. There remained only a small amount left in my glass.

"Take the platter, and make yourself another," the doctor's tone made it clear this was not a request but a command.

I took the platter and made my way back through the bright hallway, across the living room and into the kitchen.

"Now's your chance to get the hell out of here!" the voice in my head shouted. "Just leave the platter, get your clothes, and drive!"

I set the platter on the island and paused. My curiosity and arousal were now both too strong. Worse yet, the martini was rushing to my head, further fueling my arousal and simultaneously lowering my anxiety.

"I'll have one more martini and get out of here," I thought.

Leaving the same olives in the glass, I prepared myself another martini. I took two large sips from my fresh martini and then topped off the glass for good measure. With platter back in hand, I headed back to the study.

The Interview

I returned to the study to find the doctor sipping his martini.

"Place the platter on the table and kneel at my feet," he instructed.

I knelt at the feet of the dark skinned, naked figure in front of me. I lowered my head to quickly check at the state of my hard on. As expected, my cock was at full staff, giving away my arousal. Looking back up at the doctor, I could still not clearly see his facial features.

His skin, hair and eyes were definitely dark. His nose looked bigger than mine but that's about all I could see with my limited eyesight.

"Are you nearsighted?" the doctor asked. "Stop squinting and your eyes will better adjust to the light."

"Yes, Sir," I answered, trying not to squint.

"You will call me Sayidi," the doctor instructed firmly. "Do you know what Sayidi means in Arabic?"

"No, Sir," I answered.

"In my language, Sayidi means Master or Owner."

"Yes, Sayidi," I replied quietly.

"Have you been a houseboy before?" Sayidi asked.

"No, Sayidi."

"In the UAE, United Arab Emerites, it is common for successful men to have houseboys that serve them in many ways," Sayidi continued, casually taking a sip of his martini. "Now that I have made my home here in your country, I am seeking such a boy to tend to my needs."

While Sayidi was talking, I found myself glancing at his crotch area. It was blurry, but I could still make out some large equipment between his thighs. I couldn't clearly determine what was cock and what was balls, but the entire package looked pretty big for a guy who was maybe 6'2" in stature. At my height, of 5’6” ,it would be considered huge.

"May I have another sip of my martini, Sayidi?" I asked.

"If you wish," Sayidi waved towards my glass.

As I sipped a long swallow from my martini, my buzz grew more prominent.

"I have a gardener, a housekeeper, and a chef, so I don't need more domestic help," Sayidi clarified as he took another sip. "You will do things for me of a softer nature."

I knelt quietly, asking myself, "Why are you letting this continue?"

"I have three questions for you that you must answer honestly," Sayidi proceeded.

"First, are you straight?" Sayidi paused.

"Yes," I answered.

"Good, you must be straight. That is an unbreakable requirement. Are you a virgin?" Sayidi waited for my response.

"No, Sayidi, of course not," my speech slurred slightly in a rush to respond.

"I meant with a man," Sayidi clarified.

"Well, I've never been with a man, so I guess that makes me a virgin in that regard."

Sayidi paused and took another sip from his martini.

"Boys must not be disrespectful," Sayidi scolded. "Try your answer again."

"Yes, Sayidi, I am a virgin," I replied in an apologetic tone.

"Finally, are you a discrete boy?" Sayidi asked. "I wouldn't want you to disclose our arrangement to others, is that something that you can promise?"

"Yes, Sayidi," I answered.

My mind's voice shouted, "What the fuck are you doing? Hasn't this gone just about far enough? You're naked on your knees here, interviewing to be his gay house pet!"

Something was happening to me in that dark study. I had allowed myself to become far too excited about the forbidden nature of this meeting. I was certain I wasn't gay, but there was something about being in this submissive role that had me in a spell.

"These are all acceptable answers," Sayidi paused to take another sip from his martini glass.

"Now for some rules," he continued.

"First, when you are in my home, I will refer to you as boy. When I send you emails or talk to you over the phone, I will call you Wulid. That is Arabic for boy. Sayidi has no interest in learning or using your given name.

"Second, when you visit my home, you will always leave your clothing in the garage as you did this evening. No exceptions. A boy has no need for clothing when he is in service to Sayidi. This includes your contact lenses, you must be truly naked here. You will also keep your pubic area freshly shaven.

"Third, boy will make himself available three times a week. Sayidi is on vacation this week, but on most weeks, I will need you when I have a light surgical schedule the following day.

"I often have colleagues to my home as guests. You will not address these guests directly unless they address you. You will treat these guests with the same respect you will learn to show me.

"Finally, boy will fully comply with Sayidi's requests. If boy hesitates or denies a request, Sayidi may give him a second chance. If boy fails to comply after multiple requests, boy will no longer be needed and this arrangement will end.

"These instructions will be printed and placed on the kitchen island for review each time you return to my home."

"May I have another sip of my Martini?" I asked, considering the litany Sayidi just delivered.

"Yes, boy," Sayidi said, as he took a sip of his own, now nearly empty, martini.

"Sayidi needs another martini," he said setting his glass on the platter.

"Yes, Sayidi," I answered as I picked up the platter with both of our glasses and headed back to the kitchen to prepare another round.

I was fully feeling the impact of the two martinis I had quickly consumed. I wasn't drunk, but I did have a very nice buzz. My hard cock bounced between my thighs as I made my trek through the living room. It was now a little before 8pm and the sun had fallen lower in the sky. An orange hue bathed the formal living room.

As I prepared our drinks, it occurred to me that I was more aroused by this situation than I had been in a very long time. Something about allowing this doctor to call me "boy" and giving me his rules and instructions while "truly naked," as he called it, was triggering new pleasure centers in my brain.

The kinky and forbidden nature of my arousal felt exotic. I was in new territory, fueled by my curiosity and, more likely, by the cocktails. I wasn't worried or concerned about what others would think, I just wanted more of whatever this was.

I returned to the study, placed the platter on the table as I had done before. I handed Sayidi his fresh martini and took a sip from mine before I took my spot, on my knees, at Sayidi's feet.

Sayidi took a sip from his martini and then placed it on the table.

"You need to come closer," he said as he spread his dark legs causing his large equipment to adjust and settle into a new position.

I shuffled closer while staying on my knees, my waist just outside Sayidi's knees and my arms resting awkwardly on the outside of this thighs.

Sayidi reached down and lifted his cock holding it up so I could get a better look.

"You need to understand that I am a surgeon, I am too accomplished for someone like you to address me directly. This is Sayidi," he said, looking down at his own cock, as he held it up so I could focus on it at the same time.

"This is your new owner. When you use the word Sayidi, you should be looking here and addressing my penis," he continued. "This is who you will serve in my home."

"Okay, this just jumped the fuckin' shark!" my mind screamed, almost laughing in disgust. "He wants you to address his cock like it's your master?"

"Yes, Sayidi," I answered looking directly at his dark, uncut cock.

Drunk with gin and sheer arousal, I was OK with the bizarre scene in which I found myself willfully immersed. I started to think that I was ready to be Sayidi's boy. Maybe I even wanted to be a good boy.

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Point of No Return

"Are you willing to accept these rules?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, Sayidi," I answered while looking at the doctor's uncut cock, to show that I understood who I was addressing.

"Good boy," Sayidi said. "I will now teach you how to give me what I need."

"As a surgeon, I need to keep my mind clear of distraction. I can't allow myself to endure any type of mental discomfort. This includes sexual frustration. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Sayidi," I answered while looking directly at the doctor's cock and balls.

I was shocked to find myself reduced to someone, naked, on his knees, being called boy. Now, I had fallen even further by tacitly agreeing that someone of my social standing is only worthy of addressing the doctor's cock, rather than the man himself.

"As an accomplished man, I have a prominent penis and heavy testicles that fill with semen quickly," Sayidi explained, clinically, "I have found that when my testicles are full, I become frustrated which distracts me from my work.

"You will help me maintain my focus by doing as I ask, do you understand?" Sayidi waited for my acknowledgement.

"Are you going to ask me to empty your balls for you, Sayidi?" I asked.

"No, boy, I would not let something this important be left to your feeble discretion," Sayidi snarked in a tone that was clearly full of disdain.

"I am going to tell you exactly how I want you to empty my large testicles. I will give you exact instructions until you learn to perform the simple task perfectly," Sayidi continued.

I felt him looking at me intently, as I continued to only look at his cock as he held it up with his right hand.

"Are you ready to learn how to fellate Sayidi?" he asked, still holding his cock up for my benefit.

I was at the point of no return. If I didn't leave now, this was going further than I had ever thought this encounter would go. I had been seriously horny and curious, but now I had to consider the consequences of my actions.

As I searched my feelings, I started to realize that I wasn't curious anymore. I now wanted this to happen. I wanted to know how it felt to be Sayidi's boy. I could make myself available and follow the rules, I thought. I can stop any time I want. Right now, I don't want to stop.

"Yes, Sayidi," I answered while still looking at the doctor's growing cock.

The doctor slid down on the couch to allow his balls to hang more freely. I obliged his motion by sliding back, still on my knees between his thighs.

"You will start by warming each of my testicles in your mouth," Sayidi instructed.

Without hesitation, I lowered myself to my hands and knees and approached the doctor's dark purple balls. I was struck by the strong aroma as my face closed proximity with Sayidi. It was not unpleasant, it was intoxicating.

I loved the smell of pussy, but this aroma was even more arousing to me, likely due to the forbidden nature of my presence so close to another man's cock and balls.

At this distance, I could now see the doctor's balls very clearly. I was surprised by how smooth his balls were given the large bush he was keeping at the base of his cock. I opened my mouth as I approached and sucked in one of Sayidi's balls.

"Careful," Sayidi cautioned as his right testicle popped into my mouth. "That's it boy, yes, now watch your teeth," Sayidi instructed.

As I crooked my neck to better position myself for the task at hand, I felt the doctor lower his cock, letting it rest across my face. Sayidi's cock felt heavy as it draped across my cheek and across my left ear, the sheathed head resting on my neck.

I let my mouth fill with saliva as I bathed Sayidi's testicle.

"Warming my balls like this will allow my semen to flow freely," Sayidi explained.

I found myself reaching to stroke my own cock as I washed the doctor's balls in my mouth.

"Do not touch yourself, boy," you need to find your arousal, naturally, in your service to Sayidi," the doctor scolded.

"Mm hmm," I replied while continuing my task between the doctor's thighs.

I could feel myself starting to drool around my lips a little as I continued warming Sayidi's right testicle with my mouth.

"Now, the other," Sayidi instructed.

I reached up and lifted the doctor's resting cock while turning my head to better service his left testicle. My lips sucked his left testicle into my mouth, and I placed his now erect cock back down allowing it to again rest on my face.

As I warmed his left testicle, I applied slight tension with my mouth to see how Sayidi would react. The doctor's cock jumped and then returned to rest on my face while I heard a soft moan from above.

The ball warming ritual continued for a long while. Every few minutes, Sayidi would instruct me to switch sides as he relished having his boy follow his detailed instructions without fail.

"You may stop," Sayidi said, sliding back in the couch and pushing me backward so that he could stand.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"No, I am ready for you to fellate me. Bring the platter and the glasses back to the kitchen. I would like one more," Sayidi instructed.

The Doctor Goes In

As we crossed the living room, I noticed that it was now late dusk, and the living room had darkened significantly as daylight fell. I followed the blurred figure in front of me through the darkness and into the kitchen.

"Make us another," Sayidi requested, directly.

"I should not have another, Sayidi, I have had three already, it won't be safe for me to drive," I cautioned.

"You won't be driving, boy, pour two more," Sayidi responded. "Why are you looking at my face when you talk?" Sayidi scolded.

I lowered my gaze back to the doctor's erect cock, and replied, "I'm sorry, Sayidi."

I left the refrigerator door open to dimly light the room as I repeated my now familiar bar tending tasks and placed the fresh martinis on the platter. While I was working, Sayidi slid open one of the patio doors, and walked naked out onto the elevated deck.

I picked up the platter and followed him out into the open air.

Sayidi took a seat at a round table with four chairs. I followed him to the table and set the platter within Sayidi's reach. The evening air was still very warm and heavy with humidity. I would guess it was still over 90 degrees.

As Sayidi reached for his martini and took a sip, I took a seat at the table and did the same. I was feeling no pain at this point, but I was still concerned about being naked on his deck, near the other neighbors.

As I looked across the darkened yard, I could see the glow coming from the other homes in the neighborhood. The hum of central air conditioners almost overwhelmed the sounds of nature in the background.

"You may now fellate me, Wulid" Sayidi advised.

"Here?" I asked.

"Boy, you must display your willingness in public if you wish to cement your place here," Sayidi explained. "If you are not willing to do this here, now, in public, you are not truly willing to be my boy."

I took another sip of my martini and slid down out of my chair. Sayidi slid his chair out slightly from the table and spread his legs to make room.

Sayidi watched with satisfaction as my white, all-American body crawled naked toward him. The doctor pointed his erect cock toward me without saying a word. As I approached his large, purple cock became less blurry. Only a small portion of the head was unsheathed from the long foreskin that hid the rest from view.

Sayidi's cock was much longer than mine, I would guess that it was over 8" in length. It was also thicker than my own. I was relatively inexperienced with men's cock sizes, but the length and girth of the doctor's cock made it clear who was superior and who was the lessor man.

While still on all fours, with my naked ass facing the upscale neighborhood behind me, I opened, and allowed Sayidi to enter my very wet mouth.

"There you are," Sayidi said in a now low, silky voice.

"Do you enjoy finally having my penis in your mouth, boy?" Sayidi asked, clearly pointing out his position of power relative to mine.

"Mm hmm," I acknowledged, as I slowly rocked back and forth stroking the underside of the doctor's cock with my tongue.

"Your enjoyment will grow as I teach you new ways to meet my needs," Sayidi editorialized, as I continued to suck on his throbbing cock.

"Look at you, naked, white boy, on all fours, with my penis in your wet mouth," Sayidi continued.

"I wonder if the neighbors can see you fellating me out here in public," he pondered.

"Do you enjoy displaying yourself in public like a naked whore?" Sayidi said, as he inhaled, clearly taking pleasure in the mind-fuck he was unleashing on me.

"You are not a whore, however, since you do this without demanding payment. You are less than a whore. Even a whore has enough self-respect to demand a small fee for service," Sayidi sneered.

"You do this, willingly, without expecting any payment, don't you boy?" Sayidi asked.

"Mm hmm," I replied, as I continued to suck his throbbing member.

"Are you happy using your mouth to empty my heavy testicles?" Sayidi asked.

"Mm hmm," I answered, increasing my pace as his insults turned me on even more.

"Tonight, you will empty my balls using only your mouth, but over time, I will teach you to use your entire throat to stroke my large penis and provide maximum stimulation," Sayidi fantasized out loud.

"In fact, you will discover that your head is best used as a receptacle for Sayidi's penis," sayidi laughed in satisfaction.

"Soon you will have a taste of my rare semen and you will learn to crave it. In time, you will beg to feed from my penis to satisfy your foul urges."

I was now controlled by lust, sucking the doctor's hairy Arab cock in public, willingly. Sayidi's cock was now banging against my throat. My gag reflex was strong at first, but it was now starting to subside.

"Gag, boy," Sayidi's voice was raspy with excitement. "Let my penis into your throat."

Sayidi was now entering my throat and thrusting to gain more depth. I was now in full on cocksucker mode. The doctor had successfully turned me into his cock sucking bitch. I didn't care that I was on all fours in public, doing my best to make him cum in my mouth. I just wanted his cum, I wanted to taste it, I needed to taste it.

"Yes!" Sayidi whispered as he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my nose towards his hairy pubic bone. His body shaking with small spasms.

My mouth was filling with his thick cum. Rope after rope shot over my tongue and into the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow as his balls continued to empty their contents without pause.

"Feed, boy," Sayidi growled as he continued fucking my face and spraying his thick load down my throat. I felt like my entire being had been reduced to the doctor's human flesh light. It was degrading but it was also exhilarating. As he continued his long and copious delivery, I felt my own balls tighten and I started spraying my own cum out onto the wooden decking.

"Hmm, Hmm, Hmm," I moaned in spasms while his cock still thrust against my throat.

"Oh, God," I mumbled as I opened my mouth around his cock to express the depth of my own orgasm.

As I started to recover from my own orgasm, I kept my mouth around Sayidi's cock, nursing him after his release.

"Clean me, boy," Sayidi demanded, as he reached for another sip from his martini.

I quietly continued to apply suction to the end of Sayidi's cock.

The doctor reached down and squeezed his limp cock from base to tip, expelling a small amount of cum. I leaned forward and sucked the head, cleaning the final drop of cum from his cock.

"Good boy," Sayidi said, with a tone of satisfaction. "I need to rest, follow me to my bedroom."

I placed the martini glasses back on the platter and followed Sayidi inside to the kitchen. With the platter back on the island, I followed Sayidi toward the back of the house. My mouth still full of the taste of the doctor's cum.

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Time to Rest

Following Sayidi out of the kitchen, we crossed the living room and foyer to another hallway that led to the back of the home. Unlike the hallway that led to the study, this hallway was longer and had doors on opposing sides.

The first door opened to a what looked like a guest bedroom. We entered the second larger bedroom, I assumed was the master suite.

"Prepare the bed for me," Sayidi ordered.

I pulled the decorative pillows off the bed and placed them on a nearby lounge chair. Then I turned down the covers for Sayidi and stepped out of the way. As Sayidi climbed into bed, I looked at his alarm clock. It was only 10pm. After all the booze, I needed to rest.

"You may sleep at the end of the bed," Sayidi said, pointing to the end of the California King.

I climbed onto the bed and stretched out across the bed, almost like a pet would sleep with his master. My blood alcohol level allowed me to fall asleep quickly.

4 a.m. Wakeup Call

A tap on the head startled me awake. Looking around, disoriented by my unfamiliar surroundings, I remembered that I was still naked and still in the service of Sayidi.

"Wake up, boy, I need your head to fornicate," Sayidi said, as he stood over me looking down over his erect cock.

"What time is it?" I asked, still somewhat groggy.

"It is 4 a.m. I will use you one more time and then you may leave." Sayidi said, in a matter-of-fact style.

The 6-hour nap gave me time to sober up, allowing me to think clearly without the influence of alcohol. A few seconds passed as my mind caught up with the reality of the evening's events.

"You made a mistake, but it's not too late," the voice in my mind reasoned.

"Sucking one cock while drunk is no big deal, but if you allow yourself to do it again, it's a pattern," the voice cautioned.

"Get up boy," Sayidi said more sternly.

I sat up and looked at the blurry, dark-skinned man standing in front of me. As I rose to my feet, I remembered that I was not to allow my gaze to rise above the doctor's waist.

"Follow me," Sayidi directed as he started walking toward the bedroom door.

I followed Sayidi back across the living room and into the kitchen. Once again, he opened the patio door and walked out into the darkness. Without pause, I followed him. The air was completely still and thick with humidity. Heat lightening flashed in the distance and a slight rumble of thunder could still be heard over the drone of central air conditioners.

Sayidi walked across the deck and descended the stairs into the back yard. He stopped near the center of his back yard and turned to ensure that I had followed him out into the open. I scanned the neighbors' homes for signs of life. The homes were all dark as their occupants slept through this ungodly hour.

With only a slight glow from the moonlight, Sayidi was just an outline in front of me. The darkness, combined with my nearsightedness created a surreal scene.

“Sayidi, we are out in the open here. Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, trying not to show disrespect.

"Get on all fours," Sayidi said in a commanding voice.

The Turning Point

"If you do this, you can no longer call it a mistake. You'll be doing it willingly, allowing it to happen," the voice in my head lectured.

"Do you really want to become his boy? Does being his sex slave turn you on?

He's not stronger than you, he's not overpowering you, there's no reason you can't just walk away and drive home," the voice continued.

"Are you really a cock sucker? Is that who you want to be?" the voice was shouting now.

"Boy," Sayidi interrupted.

Back in the moment, I slowly dropped to my knees, letting myself to fall forward onto my hands so that I was in the position Sayidi required. I was willingly submitting to the doctor. He had pushed me into a new mental state where submission was a powerful aphrodisiac.

The idea that a neighbor could turn on a light and discover me sucking cock on all fours caused my body to vibrate with arousal. There would be no time to make it to nearby cover. We were at least 15 feet from the stairs, this was about as public as it could get. Our only cover was the early hour. The brazenness of our actions was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I felt like a total slut.

Sayidi kneeled in front of me while he stroked his cock. I opened my mouth, and leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the head of Sayidi's cock.

"Stop," Sayidi interrupted.

I pulled back, letting the doctor's cock withdraw from my mouth.

"Ask for it," Sayidi said, quietly. I could almost hear the smile on his face.

"May I drain your balls for you, Sayidi?" I asked, in a submissive voice I didn't recognize.

"You will, but this time, I am going to use your head for my pleasure," Sayidi responded. "Do you want me to use your head for fornication, boy?"

"Yes Sayidi," I said quietly, looking directly at the doctors throbbing cock.

"Tell me what you want, boy, say the words," Sayidi coerced.

"I want you to face fuck me, Sayidi," my voice cracked as I responded.

"Right here, in the back yard? Where you could easily be seen?" Sayidi asked, emphasizing the level of exhibitionism involved.

"Only a mindless dog, would allow his head to be fornicated in public," Sayidi sneered. "Are you a mindless dog, boy?"

"Yes, Sayidi," I whispered, still staring at his cock and low hanging balls.

"Then open your mouth so I can give you what you ask," Sayidi demanded.

I felt Sayidi's hands take a firm grip of my skull. I watched as his cock penetrated my mouth. I was staring directly at his large bush as he started thrusting.

"Hold it open, doggy!" Sayidi raised his voice.

I opened my mouth wider.

"That's it, let me in. I will help you take it all." Sayidi growled.

Sayidi's cock was hammering at the back of my throat causing me to gag.

"You will stop gagging when I give you more," Sayidi assured me.

"Glawk, glawk, glawk," I responded, as he forced his cock into my airway.

I'd seen porn stars make these sounds and I always thought it was theatrics. Now here I was, naked on all fours, at 4 a.m., in public, with the sound now coming from my own throat.

"Good dog," Sayidi sneered. "Take more, I'll give my full length to you, and you will take it."

"I am going to teach you to become so much more useful than you are today. You are learning your true purpose. Is your little boy penis getting hard as I fornicate your head?" Sayidi continued.

"Glawk, glawk," were the only sounds from my mouth.

Sayidi was getting very rough. He pulled out and let me get a few breaths.

As I caught my breath, I heard the words, "I want it all," in what sounded like my own voice.

I choked and spat in the grass while Sayidi allowed me to regroup, resuming my position, opening my mouth to continue letting him fuck. Sayidi grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward until my throat was completely impaled on his 8" cock. My nose was buried in his thick pubes and Sayidi was still pulling and thrusting.

The Doctor Is In

"There it is, good boy," Sayidi praised me and petted me like i was his dog

With his cock buried balls deep in my throat, he started making short strokes. I was able to hold my breath as he continued, but after 40 seconds or so, I started to panic.

I reached up to push back so I could get some air. Sayidi pulled out quickly.

"Breath!" Sayidi ordered.

I took a deep breath, then Sayidi shoved his cock back in all the way to the base. Sayidi resumed his short strokes, literally skull fucking me in his back yard in front of all his neighbors.

The gagging noises had stopped.Sayidi started taking long, full strokes into my open throat. I tried to time my breathing so I could capture a new breath each time he pulled back before he started each new stroke.

Small drops of sweat fell off my face and body due to the heat and humidity along with my physical and mental exertion. With each full stroke, my nose brushed his course pubic hairs, and I felt his large balls swing under my chin and slap me under my jaw. The wet slapping noises were obscene.

Pre-cum leaked from my bouncing cock sprinkling my thighs and stomach, further confirming my arousal. Giving up all control to a stranger had my body on fire with lust. Sayidi's thick, 8-inch cock continued taking long rapid thrusts deep into my neck. There was no denying that I was getting fucked, and I liked it.

"Feed, dog!" Sayidi growled as he started to cum.

I continued to hold my breath as Sayidi crushed my nose against his pubic bone. He treated my head like a sex toy. This was beyond sexual; this was about domination and perhaps even humiliation. No self-respecting person would allow themselves to be treated like this, especially in public. Why did I like it?

Sayidi finished in my mouth and asked me to clean him just as he did the first time. As his cock softened in my mouth, I continued to provide suction and remained on all fours.

"You may leave," Sayidi informed me in a quiet voice as he rose to a standing position.

I got up on my knees, wiped my mouth, pushed the hair out of my eyes, and rose to my feet. My body was covered in sweat from the heat of the evening and the treatment I had just endured. I followed Sayidi up the stairs and back into the kitchen.

Sayidi pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator while I washed my hands and then walked to the island to reinsert my contact lenses.

"Please wait until I leave, boy," Sayidi quietly requested, "Remember, you must always be truly naked."

"I will need you tomorrow evening at the same time, boy. You did an acceptable job today," Sayidi commented, as he walked out of the kitchen.

Slowly, I reinserted my contact lenses and walked through the laundry room and into the garage. As I entered the garage, still naked, the light came on and the garage door started to rise.

"That asshole has an opener in the house!" I thought, as I hurried to pull my clothes out of the bin to keep from exposing myself to the street.

By the time I pulled my shorts up, the door was completely open. I pulled on my shirt, stepped into my sandals, and walked to my car. I turned the ignition and backed into the street.

During the 20-minute drive across Los Angeles, back to my apartment, my mind replayed the events of the evening. My cock started tenting my shorts. Soon, I scooted in my seat so I could lower my shorts and release my throbbing cock. I started masturbating while driving home, thinking about what I had allowed myself to do.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" my mind's voice shouted. "Are you really playing with yourself while driving home from being this Arab's bitch?

"There's no way you're ever going back there!" the voice continued.

Pre-cum was forming on the tip of my cock, my balls were tightening, my orgasm was very close.

"Stop jacking off! Have some self-respect!" the voice scolded.

My hand pulled away from my cock as I approached the highway exit to my apartment building. The clock on the dashboard read 5:05 as I pulled into my apartment garage. Still sporting a chubby, I exited my vehicle and jumped into the elevator that took me to my floor.

As the elevator doors opened, I looked out to ensure no early risers where loitering on my floor. Once inside my apartment, I set my alarm for 7:30 a.m. and went straight to bed. It was going to be an interesting day at work.

I realized that in less than 12 hours, Sayidi expected me back to perform my duties as his boy.