American Slaveboy

By ShadowJack

Jeremy hadn’t come to Baghdad to get laid.  He’d actually planned the trip as a honeymoon, but his partner Ahmed had broken up with him the day before their wedding.  He was left with a pair of non-refundable round-trip tickets, hotel reservations in Baghdad, two weeks off from work, and a broken heart.  What else could he do?  He flew to Iraq by himself.

His suite was luxurious by any estimation, but being alone in it only depressed him, so Jeremy went out before it was even dark, looking for a distraction.  He was feeling reckless, bitter and desperate to forget his troubles, so he turned to drink.   He told the cabdriver to take him to a bar, and soon he was drinking rum-and-cokes in a dark room full of chattering strangers.  Most of them were American soldiers, with a sprinkling of diplomats in suits.  There were women, but that didn’t matter to Jeremy.   The bar was too uptight and straight-laced for his mood, so after two drinks he moved on.

He told the next cabbie, in Arabic, to take him someplace far from the base, where he could get away from all the Americans and go native.  He landed in a seedy rathole of a bar with no air conditioning, a place where hard-working Iraqis went to get drunk.   It was hot, even by Los Angeles standards, and the chairs and tables were old, rough and unpainted.   The place stank of stale beer and sweat, and the Arabic music playing over tinny speakers sounded mournful.  Jeremy, with his blonde hair and pink floral shirt, looked really out of place here, but the mood of the place suited him.

Halfway through his second drink he spotted a young, slender, beardless guy with dark eyes and an unruly mop of black hair sitting at the bar.  He looked a bit like Ahmed, which both depressed and excited Jeremy.  But he was getting drunk, and feeling more reckless than ever, so the next time the guy glanced his way, Jeremy gave him a wink.  The guy looked away without responding, but a few minutes later Jeremy found him sitting next to him.

The guy said his name was Nadeem, and he was surprised to learn that Jeremy spoke fluent Baghdadi Arabic.  They chatted for a few minutes, about nothing in particular.  Nadeem’s physical similarity to Ahmed was having a strange effect on Jeremy’s emotional state.  The longer they talked, the more restless and horny Jeremy became.   Finally, after about twenty minutes, he asked Nadeem if they could go someplace.

Nadeem knew what he meant.  They left together and caught a cab.  Nadeem gave the cabbie an address, and off they went.  It was a long ride, and Jeremy tried to surreptitiously touch Nadeem, but the young Iraqi gave him subtle head-shakes.  Jeremy knew that it was illegal in Iraq to be gay, so all interactions had to be discreet.  He followed Nadeem’s lead and kept his hands to himself.  At last the cab pulled over and stopped.  Nadeem paid the driver, and they got out.

It was an old part of town, the run-down buildings two-story stucco in shades of sun-bleached brown and beige, with patches of other random colors that were used to paint over graffiti.  Nadeem took him around a corner, down the block, and then into an alley.   At the end of the alley there was a door, faint music coming through.  Nadeem knocked on the door, and after a moment a peep-hole slid open.  A pair of suspicious-looking eyes looked them up and down.

“Asalaamu alaikum,” said Nadeem, nodding his head.

The peephole closed, three bolts were noisily slid aside, and the door opened.  “Wa alaikum salaam,” said the burly doorman with a short bow.

They went inside, and the door was bolted behind them.  The establishment was old and run-down, it was hot and it stank, but where the other bar had been dour and boring, this place was anything but.  It was all men, and there were two guys dancing together in a cleared space in the middle of the room.  Men unashamedly sat together, and there was conversation and laughter here.  It was everything Jeremy had been looking for.

They ordered drinks, and sat together at a table against the wall.   Here they could talk freely, and Nadeem confessed to him that he was married, with a young wife and a baby, but he sometimes slipped out to enjoy the company of men.  Jeremy didn’t want to talk about his depressing situation, nor did he want to admit that he was attracted to Nadeem because he looked like the guy who’d left him at the altar, so he spun a story of a carefree gay life in Los Angeles, with wild, kinky sex and no attachments.  The envy in Nadeem’s eyes made him wish it was all true.

In the shadowed back end of the bar there was a row of four stalls, dark, doorless, open on one side, but facing to the side so the people in the bar couldn’t see what went on in the stalls.  Pairs of men went into the stalls together, then came out smiling after a while, so it was obvious what the stalls were for.  Especially when there were often a pair of feet sticking out, showing that someone was on their knees.

When Jeremy and Nadeem finished their drinks and headed for a stall, there was a stir in the bar.  Everyone seemed to be smiling and nodding at them, and Jeremy realized for the first time that he had the attention of everyone there.  He should have expected it, of course, since he was the only guy there with pale Caucasian skin and blonde hair, but he was still a bit embarrassed.

Inside the stall, he and Nadeem realized they’d never discussed who was going to suck who, but it was Jeremy who dropped to his knees first, and grinned up at Nadeem.  The Iraqi smiled and took out his dark, uncircumcised cock, and Jeremy wasted no time getting it into his mouth.  It tasted a bit salty at first, and it began to swell in his mouth the moment he got his lips around it.  In no more than a minute it was swollen to several times its size, filling his mouth with fat, hard, phallic happiness.  It felt wonderful having a cock in his mouth again, and Jeremy practiced all his tricks on it, wringing surprised gasps and suppressed groans from Nadeem.  When he was ready he began swallowing it whole, and by the time he’d done it four times Nadeem’s hands were gripping his head, his cock squirting hot, thick semen into his mouth.

When Nadeem had recovered, they switched places, and Nadeem took Jeremy’s hard cock into his mouth.  It felt so good Jeremy moaned aloud, and there was an answering round of laughter from the bar.  He hadn’t noticed, but none of the other couples who had come back here, or Nadeem himself, had made that much noise.  Living in a country where gay sex was illegal had undoubtedly made them more circumspect, but Jeremy had never been able to have sex quietly.  He expressed his pleasure freely, and Nadeem’s skills drew plenty of moans and groans from him.  It wasn’t long before he felt himself starting to cum, and he let out the loudest groan of all as his throbbing cock began to pulse and spurt.

When Jeremy was zipped up and his new friend was back on his feet, Nadeem had a bit of jizz running down his chin.  Jeremy wiped it away, and they both laughed.  When they came out, the bar patrons gave them a discreet round of applause, and Jeremy blushed.

Nadeem said goodbye then, because he had to get home to his wife, but Jeremy wasn’t ready to call it a night yet.  They hugged awkwardly, and then Nadeem went out the door, but Jeremy returned to the bar and ordered another drink.

Before long, a man approached Jeremy, and without a word, nodded his head toward the stalls, a questioning look on his face.  He was a bit older than Jeremy, and somewhat scruffy, but Jeremy smiled and nodded.  They went into a stall together, and the man turned toward Jeremy, pulling his cock out of his pants.  It was unusually long, and getting longer as the man stroked it, smiling.

Jeremy dropped to his knees, took the cock in his hands (it was a two-hander!), and popped the head into his mouth.  It was oddly exciting to be sucking the cock of a total stranger, particularly in this strange setting, in a foreign country.  It filled his head with exotic fantasies, and he slipped away into one of them as he sucked happily on that long, dusky cock.

After a few minutes he began trying to swallow it.  It took some concentration, drunk as he was, but he managed to open up and get it into his throat.  It was so long, it seemed like it just kept going down, inch after inch after inch.  It felt like it must be in his stomach by the time he felt curly pubic hairs against his lips.  It was just as much a process bringing it back out again, and he gasped for air when his airway was clear again.  But it was only a scant ten seconds before the man was stuffing that long hose back down his throat.  Now that the man had seen that Jeremy could swallow his whole cock, he would be satisfied with nothing less.  He forced it down Jeremy’s throat again and again, whether he was ready or not, and Jeremy found this to be tremendously exciting.  He gagged sometimes, and sometimes his throat tried to close, but still that long tube of meat kept sliding in and out.

This went on for a long interlude, the man staring down at Jeremy with an intense expression on his face as he dominated him with his cock.   The cock became Jeremy’s entire world, and taking it down his esophagus over and over again required every iota of his attention.  His face was flushed, tears ran freely down his cheeks, but he offered no resistance as the long cock was driven slowly in and out of his mouth, slithering down his throat like a python.

He was experiencing something he’d never felt before… total submission to another man.  It was the most exciting feeling he had ever had.  None of his lovers in the States had ever treated him like this.  The man held his head tightly in his hands, controlling him, thrusting his cock all the way in with every stroke, paying no heed to the choking noises or the tears.  Jeremy gazed up at him, the image swimming in his vision, as the man used his mouth and throat.

When the man finally came he held his cock deep in Jeremy’s throat, where the young American could feel it throbbing and swelling as it pumped a load straight into his belly.  When that long cock finally slid out of his throat and the man stepped away, Jeremy slumped against the wall, gasping for air.  But he was tremendously excited, and when, less than a minute later, another man stepped into the stall, Jeremy got back up on his knees, ready to take another cock.

The thick, spongy cockhead felt good in his mouth, and as it began to swell he began sucking with a will.  When the cock was big enough, Jeremy leaned into it, deliberately forcing it down his throat, eager to have that feeling again.  Hands closed over his ears, pulling his head hard against the man’s trousered crotch, and he closed his eyes and let the man take control. He was pushed and pulled to and fro slowly but firmly, the thick cock plunging in and out of his throat, and Jeremy was once again experiencing that amazing new sensation of being dominated.

He didn’t notice another man had entered the stall until he felt hands sliding firmly up and down his slender ribs, stroking him through his light shirt.  It felt good, and he whimpered softly, but gave no other reaction.  Soon his belt was being unbuckled, his fly being unzipped, his pants sliding down his thighs, and he wanted it, he wanted desperately to be touched.  His briefs quickly followed, and then warm, strong, calloused hands were between his legs, caressing his balls, stroking his quivering erection.  He couldn’t help himself, he unconsciously stuck his ass out and spread his knees apart, welcoming any attention he could get.

Strong hands explored his naked crotch, and he vaguely heard a surprised remark when calloused fingers slid across his smooth pubis, finding it freshly-waxed and hairless.  Fingers found their way between his cheeks now, and it felt good, it felt right.  Soon there was a lubed finger penetrating his puckered anus, slipping up inside him, making itself at home in his hot, squirming rectum.

Jeremy hadn’t realized there were now three men in the stall with him until strong hands firmly pulled his hands together behind his back, an iron grip holding his wrists together while another hand pulled his elbows closer together, while at the same time another hand was stroking his hard cock and another working a thick finger deeper up inside him.  And all the while, firm hands enclosed his ears, pushing and pulling his head back and forth, that thick, hard cock plunging in and out of his throat without pause.

“We’re going to need some rope,” said a deep voice from his right, speaking in Baghdadi Arabic.

A minute later there was rope being wrapped around his wrists and forearms, pulling them tightly together, tying him up, and a new tingle of excitement shot through him.  He had entertained fantasies like this from time to time in his life, but had always shied away from them despite their appeal.  He had always thought this sort of thing was just too kinky, and he felt dirty when such thoughts aroused him.  But now, already at peak arousal, more than a little drunk, and surrounded at close quarters by men who wanted him, there was no shyness, no reticence.   He wanted these men to take him, he wanted them to dominate and use him, more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

The cock in his mouth suddenly began plunging in spastic jerks, and his mouth filled with hot semen before he’d realized what was happening.   It dribbled down his chin, but he didn’t care.  When it was spent, the cock withdrew, and he was left panting and trying to swallow thick, sticky jizz.

Hands pushed his head down, bending him over, and when he opened his eyes there was someone sitting on their haunches before him, a hard, dusky cock sticking up from an open fly.  He was guided toward that cock, and he went willingly, opening wide and taking it into his mouth.  His ass was now up in the air, his arms bound tightly together behind his back.  The finger had withdrawn from his anus, and he heard a zipper from behind him.  He scooted his knees forward, sticking his ass out farther.

A warm, thick cockhead, slippery with lube, slipped between his asscheeks, bumped against his anus.  He stopped sucking for a long moment, holding his breath for what he knew was coming.  The cock behind him pressed forward, harder and harder, and then his nervous, reluctant anus began to yield.  Suddenly it gave way, and the fat cockhead jammed itself through the tight orifice and right up into him.

Jeremy squealed, his head coming up off of the cock he’d been sucking, his body stiffening.  It was inside him now, inside his rectum, and it felt enormous.  His sphincter clenched around the thick shaft, pain shooting through his loins.  But the man whose cock bobbed in front of him, wet with his saliva, wasn’t about to let him stop sucking.  Firm hands pushed his head back down, forcing that spongy round cockhead back into his mouth and right down his throat, choking off his squeals of pain.   Distressed, muffled groans and choking sounds, barely audible now to the rest of the bar, was all that escaped the stall after that.

Jeremy struggled, panicking, for nearly half a minute, but none of his squirming could dislodge the cocks that penetrated both his throat and his ass at once.  Finally his moment of desperate anxiety began to pass, and his struggles subsided.  His urgent, muffled groans died down into whimpers, and he again acquiesced to his subjugation.  He was allowed to lift his head and catch a breath, then those strong, demanding hands began driving his head up and down on that excited organ once more, forcing it in and out of his esophagus at a demanding pace.

Behind him, the thick, hard cock that had penetrated his ass began to move inside him.  Small, slow thrusts at first, then gradually the thrusts became longer, and Jeremy found that the agonizing protest of his stretched anus had eased.  Then it drove all the way up into him for the first time, and he groaned, his body shuddering.  The cock was huge, and it went deeper into him than any cock had ever done before.  It began thrusting slowly in and out of him, withdrawing almost all the way out, then plunging back in until he felt the man’s hips pressing against his bare bottom-cheeks.

Jeremy whimpered and groaned, unable to stop himself.  He was taking cock in his mouth and his butt at the same time, tied up and held down by strong men who were using his body for their pleasure.  It was like one of his deepest, darkest fantasies come to life.  He was more aroused than he had ever been, his own cock practically quivering with excitement.  He felt that euphoric sensation of submission come over him once more, and he let himself sink into it without a qualm.

Soon the cock in his ass started to pump harder and faster, and then when it stopped suddenly, he felt it pulsing, and he knew it was cumming inside him, filling his bowels with semen.  It withdrew, and another man knelt behind him, another cock sliding into him.  The cock in his mouth shot its load right after that, giving him more semen to swallow, and then it was replaced by a fresh cock, hard and eager.  This happened again and again, one man after another entering the stall to stick their cocks into the young blonde American.   At one point Jeremy had the awareness to wonder if every guy in the bar was going to fuck him.

After a time, someone untied his arms and removed his clothes.   Jeremy was deep in a submissive trance now, and he went along with whatever these men wanted him to do.   They turned him this way and that, their hands all over his naked body, and when he felt ropes being wrapped around his wrists once more, this time in front, he offered no resistance.  He soon found himself naked, standing against the back wall of the stall with his hands tied to a ring above his head.  Two Arabic men, total strangers to him, were running their hands all over his slender, helpless body.  More men stood at the entrance to the stall, watching him, devouring his naked body with hungry eyes.  A smartphone filmed him for several minutes, its light dazzling his eyes, and all the while, hands stroked and teased him, keeping him hard.  They took turns stroking his excited cock, and more than once he thought they were going to make him cum, but they never quite got him there.

Finally they turned him around so he was facing the wall, and took turns sticking their cocks into his ass and fucking him.  This went on and on, seemingly for hours, one cock after another, and Jeremy couldn’t tell if it was the same few guys going at him over and over again, or an endless parade of fresh cocks coming in off the street.  He didn’t even care.  Cocks came and went, he felt warm semen trickling down his legs, and he was lost in a blissful delirium of submission.

Sometime later he found himself untied and being dressed by two middle-aged men who spoke soothingly to him like he was a skittish colt.  Then, fully-dressed, full of cum and still a little bit drunk, he was led to a car.  As the car drove off down the road, Jeremy was given a fat, warm cock to suck on, so he had no idea where they went or how long it took to get there.  His next memory was of being tucked into a warm, comfortable bed, but he didn’t know where, or by whom.

******

Jeremy woke late the next morning, feeling a bit hung over and a little sore.  When he moved, he found he was naked.  He was in a small but comfortable room, with a shower and toilet in an alcove to the side.   There was a small table and chair, and on the table a plate of falafel and a pitcher of water.  There was no closet, and he didn’t see his clothes anywhere.

His memory of what had happened to him the night before came gradually, and he lay there for a while remembering and reliving the experience.   He remembered well the discovery of how exciting it was to submit to sexual domination, and just thinking about it made him rock-hard.

Eventually he got up, peed, and looked around his little room.   He’d been thinking it was some kind of hotel, but he was disturbed by the fact that his clothes were gone.   Growing more worried by the implications of that, he tried the door, and found it locked.

He was a prisoner.  A naked prisoner.  Considering what had happened last night, it wasn’t too far out to imagine that someone had made him their sex slave.  Jeremy sat on the bed for a while, considering that.  It was terrible to think that he might have to spend the rest of his life being a sex slave in Baghdad, and yet…the idea was making him hard again.

After a time, Jeremy got up and took a shower.  He noticed there were extra hoses and nozzles in the shower for enemas, and remembering that he probably had dozens of loads of semen in his butt, he gave himself a series of enemas.  He ate the falafel, then lay down on the bed again.  He lay there for a long time, thinking about what it would be like to be someone’s sex slave.  His cock got very hard, and he had to stroke it a bit.  After he came, he dozed off for a while.

Finally, he heard the door being unlocked.  He jumped to his feet, and when the door opened there was a bearded middle-aged Arabic man wearing an off-white muslin kaftan and a turban.   The man smiled, his eyes taking in Jeremy’s nakedness appreciatively.

“Asalaamu alaikum,” said the man.

“Wa alaikum salaam,” said Jeremy, giving the traditional response without even thinking about it.

“You created quite a stir last night,” said the man in heavily accented English.  “Text messages were flying.  Men were driving from all over Baghdad to see you.  We thought it best to get you out of there.  If the authorities had come, everyone would have been arrested, including you.  If men from certain powerful religious sects had come, it could have been much worse.”

He spread his arms to indicate their surroundings.  “Here you will be safe.  We have operated in this secret place for decades.”  The man smiled, his eyes lingering on Jeremy’s nudity.   “Here, we will make proper use of a pretty boy like you.  We have many members who will find your exotic appearance intriguing, I think.”

He gestured toward himself.  “While you are here, you may call me Master,” he said in all seriousness.   “I shall call you Slave.  Or Boy.  Or Slaveboy.  Do you understand?”

Jeremy nodded resignedly.  He had been right about his situation, it seemed.  “Yes, Master,” he said in a subdued voice.  “I understand.”

Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, as that seemed to him like the proper thing to do.  As he did, his cock began to rise and swell.  Jeremy blushed, lowering his head in embarrassment.  His hands fluttered uncertainly as he moved to cover himself, but then stopped himself from doing so.  It just didn’t feel right for him to hide his erection.  He was already thinking of himself as a sex slave.  Finally he clasped his hands together behind him, and it felt right, somehow.

The man chuckled.  “You do not find a problem with this arrangement?”

“No, Master,” said Jeremy, gazing down at his hardening cock.  “How long am I to be your slaveboy?”

“When is your return flight back to your own country?”

Jeremy’s pulse quickened, and he couldn’t help looking up at the man’s face.  “May twenty-eighth, Master.  Three thirty.”

“Two weeks, then,” said the man with a smile.  “They will be a memorable two weeks for you, I think.  We shall ensure that you are on your flight home when it is over.”

Jeremy sighed in relief, suddenly almost giddy.  “Thank you, Master,” he said.

“Well then,” said the man, his eyes sparkling.  He began lifting his robe.  “Let us see if you are as good as they say at sucking cocks…”

******

Three hours later, Jeremy was lying on his back on a small wooden table.   He was naked, and his wrists and thighs were secured solidly to the table with iron brackets and padlocks, holding him spread wide open, his legs folded, his butt sticking out a little past the edge.  A fat butt-plug filled his rectum, and his cock stirred fitfully on his smooth belly.

He was in a clean, warm, well-lit underground dungeon, and the table he was on was only one of a dozen such contraptions, each one designed to hold a body securely in a different position.  There were two other naked slaveboys in the dungeon, both slim, attractive young men, both Arabic.  The three of them waited, shackled and helpless, for the evening’s guests to arrive.

One side of the room was a raised gallery, with comfortable chairs, tables and refreshments, where those who chose to spectate, or rest between activities, could watch whatever was going on in the dungeon below.  Jeremy had been told that there were ninety-two members in this very exclusive club, but that on any given night only ten or twenty showed up to play.  Thirty or forty, tops.

Promptly at seven, the dungeon master unlocked and opened the heavy oaken door, and the guests began to trickle in.  Jeremy had been expecting the guests to be all middle-aged Arabic men with fat bellies, like the man he called Master, but he was only about half right.  There were all kinds of people, a more diverse crowd than he’d ever imagined living in Baghdad.  There were even a handful of women among them.

There is a special kind of embarrassment, Jeremy discovered, when you are naked and spread on a table, helpless, while a crowd of well-dressed people stand around you, sipping drinks, chatting and examining your body like you’re the main course at a banquet.  Jeremy was a curiosity, a rarity for them with his smooth, pale Caucasian skin and blonde hair.  Everyone came over to check him out, an ever-changing, shifting crowd of curious faces and teasing fingers.

The first person to toy with Jeremy’s penis was a fortyish woman in a short black cocktail dress.  She took him in hand like she knew what she was doing, and in half a minute his cock was rock-hard in her hand.  One person after another handled his helpless penis, examining it, teasing it, stroking it, keeping it hard.  Nor did they limit themselves to playing with his cock.  They touched him everywhere, any time they pleased, and often laughed at his reactions.

After an hour or so, everyone had amused themselves with Jeremy’s body sufficiently to appease their curiosity, and most of them drifted over to the gallery.  Five men were left at Jeremy’s table, and their intent was clear.  One of them plucked the butt-plug from his anus and tossed it away.  When he unzipped and pulled out a hard, hungry cock, Jeremy could hardly wait for him to put it in.  He had just been teased for more than an hour by thirty or more well-dressed strangers, and he was practically vibrating with excitement.

The man, a very dark-skinned arab in a midnight blue suit, lubed up and began pressing the tip of his cock into Jeremy’s well-lubed and spread sphincter.   The butt-plug had prepared the way, and his ass opened for that dark cock with only a twinge of pain.  Then it was sliding up into him, and he gasped, gazing up into the man’s hot dark eyes.  The man fucked him slowly, taking his pleasure casually.  He exhibited no sign of passion, only enjoyment as he moved his cock easily to and fro, sipping a martini.

For Jeremy, having a cock in his ass was never a casual thing.  A range of intense emotions kept him on edge, kept him hard, kept him gasping at the intimate violation of his body.  He wasn’t drunk, or in a dark, shadowed alcove as he’d been the night before.  Pinned like a butterfly on the table by the solid iron restraints, he could hide nothing.   His naked, spread body was on display for all to see.

His every reaction to the fucking was observed and commented upon by the crowd of interested spectators.  They noticed how his muscles tensed as he was penetrated.  They noticed how he held his breath for several strokes, then gasped and panted for several more.  They noticed how his face, neck and chest grew flushed as his rectum was filled with thrusting cockmeat again and again.  They noticed the way his erection seemed to swell and lift each time the invading cock plunged into him.  They noticed how his eyes grew wet with tears as the fucking began to accelerate.   The gallery was abuzz with commentary as Jeremy took his first fucking of the evening.

The man in the suit set down his drink and took a firm grip on Jeremy’s splayed thighs as his climax approached.  His face grew dark, his eyes more intense, as he locked his gaze on the young American’s face. And then he began plunging his long, fat cock in and out hard and fast, slamming his hips into the slaveboy’s bottom so hard the sturdy table began to creak with the strain.

Jeremy wailed unrestrainedly as the man’s cock thundered in and out of him like a piledriver.  His whole body was jerked to and fro, despite the solid restraints.   Tears trickled down from his eyes, shaken loose by the violent motion.  Then, with one final slam, the man stopped, his cock buried deep inside the slaveboy’s battered bowels, and groaned, quivering, as he emptied a massive load of semen into Jeremy’s guts.

Jeremy felt a rush of exuberant satisfaction as he watched the man cum inside him.  It was not just that he had endured a tremendous fucking, his satisfaction arose from the fact that his body had given the man pleasure.  His helpless, sucking rectum had drawn the seed from that thundering cock and taken his offering of ultimate ecstasy.  He had been used like a proper slaveboy, and the Master was sated.

When the glistening, wilting cock was finally withdrawn from Jeremy’s clasping anus, there was a round of applause from the gallery.  Jeremy was shocked at the sound.  He blushed in embarrassment that so many had been watching, but he couldn’t bring himself to look their way.

Another man was already stepping up to give the blonde American his second fucking, his cock, already hard and lubed, in hand.  He eased it into the still-tight orifice, drawing a groan from Jeremy as he drove it in to the hilt on the first stroke.  He set a pace that was faster than that of the first man, and where the other had taken a detached attitude, this man was all-in right from the beginning.  He watched Jeremy’s reactions as he pumped his cock in and out of him, his hands roaming the slaveboy’s body at will.

Despite the accelerated pace, the man was able to keep it up for a surprisingly long time.  When he finally came, he hammered his cock into Jeremy, growling and gasping until he’d squeezed out the last drop.  When he withdrew, the applause were slightly more enthusiastic.

Another man fucked Jeremy’s helpless bottomhole, then another, and another and another.  As the marathon went on, the attentions of the audience grew more diluted.  Their conversations amongst themselves, muted at first, now grew to full volume.  Aside from the occasional groans and cries of the three slaveboys, it began to sound like any other cocktail party.

The American slaveboy, exotic as he was with his blonde hair and his tanned, cleanly-waxed Caucasian skin, still drew a lot of interest.  Onlookers formed a loose circle around him to watch him as he took one cock after another.

As he was being fucked for the eighth, or maybe ninth or tenth time, the dungeon master gave a meaningful nod to one of the spectators.  The man grinned, and moved close to Jeremy’s head.   He took out his dusky cock, and stroked it a few times so it began to stiffen.  Then he placed his hands on the back of Jeremy’s head and neck, and firmly tilted his head upward.

Jeremy focused his eyes to find a semi-hard cock inches from his nose, aiming for his mouth.  Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide, and the cock slipped inside.  With a skillful tongue he licked every inch of the cock, tasting it and wetting it, getting the feel of it.  It swelled in his mouth, thickening and lengthening.   Jeremy sucked it, and it swelled even more.  He suspected that when it was hard enough it was going to force its way down his throat, choking him, but he sucked it anyway.

He was once again feeling the strange euphoria of submission, and he was ready for this cock to take his breath away and make him cry.  It was a sacrifice he wanted to make, to please this anonymous cock, to feel it take command of his mouth and dominate him.   The more he sucked and licked it, the harder and longer it got, until soon it was like velvet-covered iron, filling his mouth with its bulk and already threatening the back of his throat.

As it achieved full hardness, the cock began to take charge.   It pushed back and forth inside his mouth, seeming to grow more restless.  He did his best to keep sucking it, but it was moving more erratically by the moment.  Again it started bumping against the back of his throat, but this time it would not be denied.  It was hard enough now to go where it pleased, and it began forcing its way down his throat.

Jeremy tried to focus on swallowing the cock, but he was being fucked hard now from the other end, and focusing on anything was impossible.  He gagged, but the cock was not discouraged in the slightest.  The plump cockhead slid right down his throat, until he felt the zippered fly of the man’s pants pressing against his face.  It stayed there, buried up to the balls, for nearly half a minute before it withdrew and allowed him to take a breath.  Then it pushed its way back in again, all the way down.  Then out, then in again.  And again.   And again.  The cock took total control of his mouth, his throat, his very breath.  And the whole time, another cock was plundering his bowels like a pirate.

Amused fingers teased his cock, his balls, his stiff little nipples.   His body was theirs to amuse themselves with.  His erection came and went so often the precum filled his navel and ran down the sides of his belly.  Occasionally a hand would stroke him purposefully for a little while, as though intent on making him cum, but then it would stop before he got there.  Until someone took him a bit too far, and made him cum.  Jeremy squealed and bucked in his bondage, and everyone laughed as his cock spurted cum across his chest, neck and face.  The cocks fucking his face and ass never even slowed down.

And so it went.  Every time a cock spent its seed inside him and withdrew, there was another cock to replace it.  Casually, mercilessly, jadedly, continuously, he was used by one man after another.  It went on for hours.  Towards the end there was only a handful of men left, and they no longer bothered to wear clothes.  They hovered around Jeremy, taking turns sticking their cocks into him, fucking him hard for several minutes, then withdrawing without cumming.  Even the other two slaveboys had been put to bed for the night, but the American boy was such a novelty that it seemed they couldn’t get enough of him.  As they fucked him they toyed with his helpless cock at their leisure, and managed to make him cum twice more before they were done.  Jeremy was covered in cum, some of it his, most not.

When at last they were done with him for the night, his Master came to unlock him from the table.  As he led him back toward his room, limping and sore with warm semen running down his legs, Jeremy had the presence of mind to ask a question.  “Is it going to be like that every night, Master?”

The man chuckled.  “Oh no, no.   I’m sure that once word gets around to all the other members that there is a pretty blonde American slaveboy in the dungeon, the crowd will easily double in size.  Perhaps more.  You are in for a very exciting vacation, I think!”