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Although this story is authoritarian, after a hard start for Frankie (19) it becomes a fantastic sex romp for him with a bunch of other teenagers a few years younger than him (16). Coupled with his life of luxury and the eventual love of his owner he has no complaints.
Lots of sex and not much of a story line but even after 100 stories I still love to write raunchy ones to appeal to voyeurs and orgy lovers.
I have quite a few photos to go with this one, particularly Frankie and the Black Stallions.
Be warned, I have so many of my completed stories going to my agent and ending up on Amazon, Kindle, that I haven't had time to finish any more for nifty. I have five parts of this one completed and I will try to find time to finish it before I get those posted, but you may have a gap after five.
THE BLACK STALLIONS
First Part
Frankie knew he had made a gross error of judgement. Trying to mix it with the `big boys' when you are only eighteen years old had been a monumental blunder which he now realised he was going to pay for dearly. From the age of fourteen he had been a runner for the gang. He had watched and listened and learnt, but patently not enough because when he tried his first scam with them they made him immediately.
"That was very silly Frankie, we trusted you and now you've let us down. We thought about just making you disappear, but we like you. Besides, we have been offered a lot of money if we sell you to the Sheikh."
Frankie froze. He had seen the operations run by the Sheikh. Male prostitution mainly, but he had heard about young men being shipped off to other parts of the world as slaves. Bernie had told him about a visit to Morocco where he had seen slave boys wrestling to the fuck for patrons and then the loser being the play thing for a bunch of rich Arabs for the remainder of the night, and the cabaret acts that were frightening.
"I watched a pair of African - American slaves fuck a little white boy about your size. The Americans had the most awesome appendages I had ever seen. Flaccid they were a foot long. When they took turns fucking the boy everybody else stopped what they were doing to watch. I don't know how the kid survived but he did. I was told he became a regular attraction at that venue after he had recovered from the first time. Of course he eventually had to wear a nappy because his sphincter muscles no longer worked so he would shit himself all the time. That was only last year, the big Negros are probably still there"
Frankie had shuddered at the end of that story, but now he was almost wetting himself with terror at the thought that he could end up in the same situation.
It was dark when he woke up, he had no idea where he was or how long he had slept. His last conscious remembrance was Bernie pushing him toward the Sheikh's henchmen.
"Cheerio Frankie, watch your arse." Then he had laughed.
The needle in his arm made him look at the man holding it and that was it. He lay there shaking, wondering if he was to have the easy job of a male prostitute in London, or something more terrifying in some foreign country. He wasn't kept waiting long. The door opened and an Arab came in dressed as expected in a djelaba with a kaffya on his head.
"Come with me boy."
Frankie could hardly stand he was so terrified. The fact that he was naked didn't help either. He was taken to a richly furnished room and the Sheikh, who was sat in a large ornate armchair.
"Ah, Frankie, I am so pleased to have you here. I have seen you and wanted you in my slave harem for many years, but never thought I would be lucky enough to get you. I even thought I might abduct you, but now, thanks to your own stupidity I have bought you. You are a slave in my Moorish palace where you will be taught to pleasure my friends and take part in my shows. Now, let's take you where we can have a good look at you."
The room he was taken to next was weird. There was a comfortably, but not richly furnished area with carpeted floor, and at the other end of the room, an area that contained what looked like a doctor's examination table, and a regular looking sawhorse, only this one had a padded top and each leg had wrist/ankle restraints on it. There was a tiled area with slightly sloping floor leading into a drainage hole in the centre, and a hose rigged for use. The tiled floor area was in a corner with tiled walls and a chain lift hanging down in the centre of that piece of floor. There was a chest with deep drawers, on top was an array of objects that Frankie couldn't see clearly but looked like whips and paddles, (in fact that was exactly what he could see). There was a single armchair with high arms that had a ledge at the end of each arm and a padded mat about three feet square placed in front of it. He was told to sit, and did so on a settee, while the Sheikh took another one.
"Now listen to me carefully and it will save you much pain. Anything myself or one of my retainers asks you to do, you will do immediately, always to the best of your ability. Any time you hesitate or refuse you will be punished. The severity of the punishment will depend on what you have done wrong. If you prove to be unsatisfactory long term I will give you to the harem boys as a plaything. You will be lucky to survive 24 hours there because they will take out all their frustrations on you. I have a little Dervish boy there that loves to dismember other slaves when they are finished with. Do you understand?"
Frankie nodded, he had read stories about the desert tribes and how cruel they could be, he didn't want to find out first hand.
"Good Boy. Now, stand up and get a good solid erection."
The Sheikh was mightily impressed with this little white boy. Even before his cock reached the horizontal it was about nine inches long.
"That is very pretty, Boy, now turn round and bend over the settee with your legs spread and push your cock down between your legs."
The Sheikh moved in close and just spread Frankie's arse cheeks more to reveal the anus clearly. Frankie shuddered but didn't dare move.
Looking at his retainer the Sheikh spoke.
"He is almost perfect Abdul, he looks like a virgin. The perineum is a little hairy, I want that shaved, and his legs. Trim his pubic hair to make it an attractive neat patch. Bring him back here when you are done and we will look at the rest of him in detail."
"Stand up boy and turn round."
Frankie did as he was told feeling humiliated at his treatment.
"Half an hour Abdul, to make him perfect, then bring him back here."
Frankie was taken to a large bathroom with the ubiquitous doctor's examination table in it.
Abdul pointed to it and with no further direction Frankie climbed on and lay down. He watched Abdul, not knowing what was to be done because the Sheikh had given his orders in Arabic. He wasn't frightened, just curious because he could see the electric hair trimmer and the shaving mug with brush and razor protruding from its top. Abdul set to work starting at the bottom of the legs.
Smooth legs', Frankie thought, that was novel', and wondered if he was to lose all his hair. He realised that was the least of his worries. What worried him much more was what was to happen to him long term. Legs, hairless, Abdul combed out his pubic hair, trimmed it to a suitable length before using the razor at the edges to give him a neat patch. Frankie thought that looked quite sexy with his more than adequate flaccid penis below it. Turned over now and he felt Abdul's hand stroking his perineum. Then the razor again clearing the unwanted hair and checking that his balls were hair free as well. All finished and Abdul went back to stroking his perineum and balls. That was so erotic that he sprung an erection. Abdul turned him over again and lying on his back was surprised when Abdul went straight down on him and started giving him a blowjob. That was incredible and Frankie couldn't believe how erotic that looked and more importantly how sensuous it felt. It only lasted a few minutes and then, before he could cum, Abdul pulled off and grinned.
"You will learn to do that very good with the Sheikh's guests, but I doubt there will be many people doing it to you."
Frankie looked disappointed. Taken back into the other room and he was sent to the examination table. Stirrups were produced and locked into the table before his calves were slipped into the stirrups and locked down. The stirrups were then raised and spread until his legs were spread very wide and pulled back so that his knees were level with his shoulders. The Table was adjusted so that his head was high enough for him to see what was happening. A strap was put across his chest and his wrists were put in restraint at the side of his head. The doors opened then and half a dozen boys, all about Frankie's age trooped in and spread themselves around the table. They were all clad in brilliant white athletic shorts and sport polos. To a man they were very sexy and of all different colours. Finally two African – Americans walked in, dressed the same but with longer shorts, obviously to cover what they carried between their legs. Frankie could see the outlines of the two cocks and gulped. They were enormous. Now he became aware that his life as he knew it was over. The boys all moved round the table to get a good look at Frankie's anus. Some of the comments were in English and made him blush.
"Gosh Harry, I haven't seen an anus that small in ages." That from an English boy.
"I'm going to enjoy watching our American friends getting their battering rams in there. I suppose we'll have to get in a new supply of nappies for him soon."
That made Frankie shudder.
The two Americans were next and they were grinning as they dropped their shorts and said to Frankie, "Hope you are ready to take these when they are hard."
Frankie couldn't believe it, he hadn't really believed Bernie, but here was the living proof. He wondered how much longer and thicker they were when erect. He couldn't even begin to imagine, they were already inconceivably large. He gulped, `Oh please God, don't let them near my arse with those things' he thought as his eyes watered and he started to shake with terror as that looked like becoming reality.
The Sheikh had followed the Americans in to the room and he was carrying a doctor's speculum.
"We are going to open you up to the same size as these boy's penises Frankie to make sure that when you perform for my guests you don't disgrace me."
He gave Abdul the speculum and nodded to him. Abdul looked at Frankie, grinned and spoke to the others.
"Come and have a feel and a finger to find out what it's like before anyone has fucked it."
Eagerly they pressed forward to try to get a finger in Frankie's arse. With six of them vying for room inside one very pretty arsehole Frankie frequently found himself taking three or four different fingers at once. He felt monumentally humiliated and ashamed at being abused like this.
Abdul called a halt after a few minutes and replaced all the probing fingers with the speculum. Frankie could feel it stretching him wider and wider until it became seriously uncomfortable. Abdul stopped then and shrunk it before removing it and nodding to one of the boys. Frankie watched him lube all the fingers of one hand before sliding one of them into him. His insides were caressed gently with one finger making the discomfort a thing of the past. A few minutes with one and then a second one was added and eventually rotated as he relaxed more and accepted the finger fucking with ease, and as his cock reacted, with obvious pleasure. Three fingers, and then four, still gently and still comfortably. His cock was now seriously hard and he begged to be allowed to cum. Several of the boys played with his cock and balls, but not enough to make him cum. The little English boy, Harry, kissed him softly on the lips and whispered to him.
"I hope they look after you, I would very much like you to make love to me when we are in the harem."
Frankie was shocked, looking at Harry, he thought he might like that as well, but in the meantime he had to prepare for something horrible he was sure.
The gentle fingering ceased and the speculum was back spreading him even wider than before. When he thought they were going to split him in two the stretching ceased and he just had to lay there and get used to being stretched as wide as he was. His wrists were released and the young slim American moved in close to him.
"Play with me English boy and use your mouth as well, get me excited."
Frankie thought about things he liked to do to himself to excite his cock and did the same, with the added use of lips and tongue. There was no way he could get any of this massive cock in his mouth. It was so long and thick that even when it was hard it didn't come above the horizontal. He played with it for ages until the man started panting.
"Alright Otis, lube up and use it where it should be. Harry, lube our little plaything."
Frankie watched in terror as Otis plastered his cock with lube and he could feel Harry pushing plenty of it into his anus.
"Try to relax Frankie, the more tense you are the worse will be the pain. Otis is a foot long when he's soft and only fifteen hard so it shouldn't be too bad"
Not a thought shared by Frankie.
When Otis moved between his legs, Frankie started shaking uncontrollably. He felt the pressure of the head against his sphincter and then it popped in. He fainted, the pain was unbelievable, he was sure he must have been split. When he recovered Otis was fucking him, very gently and only with a few inches. The pain was intense but bearable. Harry was stroking his face and planting soft kisses on his lips.
"You're doing fine Frankie, relax, you aren't split, so no damage. Otis will feed you all of it eventually, but he's not sadistic, he'll take his time and make it as enjoyable for you as he can."
Frankie thought, `what could possibly be enjoyable about taking that tree trunk in his arse.' The fucking did remain bearable until Otis went over the second barrier, entering his large intestine. The pain then sent him in and out of consciousness, every time the monster went over the barrier as Otis fucked him with long slow strokes. He remembered seeing the Sheikh watching the proceedings a few times when he was conscious. He remembered Otis pulling out and the other black guy replacing him. He thought that changeover took place several times and then he felt one of them orgasming inside him, pulling out and being replaced by the second one doing the same. It felt as though he had taken gallons of sperm by the time it all finished and he gradually regained some semblance of consciousness. He knew he was delirious for ages, passing in and out of awareness.
When he finally rejoined the conscious world he was lying on a soft bed in very pleasant surroundings. He could see the sunshine beaming into the room and looking around he realised that he was in a huge room with lots of beds scattered around, many with sheer curtains round them making the boys behind them shadowy. The beds were more like futons with lots of big cushions on them, lovely comfortable padded mattresses at floor level giving the whole room an Arabian Nights feel about it. Harry was curled up at his side gently wiping his body down with cool cloths. Frankie started to cry then. He could still feel intense pain in his rectum and suspected there was damage there.
"How badly am I damaged, Harry?"
Harry grinned at him.
"The doctor says you aren't damaged at all, but that you will be very sore for a week or two."
Frankie didn't believe him, but he liked the way Harry appeared to be looking out for him so he didn't say anything.
Twice a day for a week the doctor would appear and using a dildo like object the same length as Otis's cock, but very thin, covered in some kind of ointment, he would fuck him with it for a minute or two and then leave. Each time he did it Frankie felt better. After a week Abdul appeared and told Frankie he was to spend an hour in the gym every day working out with the trainer. He loved that, and invariably Harry would work out with him. The trainer was very hard on him, but with Harry there, Frankie didn't mind. After two weeks, Abdul told Frankie he was to be taught to make love to another boy properly, to bring him great pleasure.
"You will not be allowed to cum until your trainer thinks you have earned it as a reward for satisfying him. Harry, you will train him. You have one week then the Sheikh will test him. If he is good we will feed him into the orgy nights. If he is bad you will be thrashed and Frankie will become the fuck boy for the American Negroes."
With that, Abdul was gone and Harry was grinning at Frankie.
"I hope you are gay Frankie because this will be so much fun if you are, and horrible for you if you aren't."
Frankie didn't have a clue. He had never even given his sexuality a thought, he had been so single minded about becoming a good crook. Soon though he was fully into gay sex. Harry was a marvellous teacher, making love to him several times a day and having to reciprocate it as he learnt more.
Lying alongside each other after a sex session, Frankie came up on one elbow and looked closely at this boy that was making love to him so amazingly, at the same time teaching him so that he could reciprocate. He realised that this little blond boy was never happier than when he was doing something sexual.
"How come you're here Harry?"
"Oh, I volunteered to be a sex slave for the Sheikh if he paid my mother a large sum of money."
"Why on earth would you do that?"
"Well, I love gay sex so that side of slavery was ok. My dad is dead and my mum was in difficulties over money, so this was how I solved the problem. Five years of this and then the Sheikh will set me up in business so that I can have a good life."
Frankie was really surprised. He had no idea life could be like this.
"I wonder if I'll ever be allowed my freedom again, Harry, I fucked up big time in one of the gangs so I expect to be here forever."
Harry looked a little shocked.
"Oh Frankie, boys that come here from the gangs usually end up being fucked to death by the black monster cocks or taken away to the mines that the Sheikh owns and they are never seen again. The only other chance you have is for one of the Sheikh's guests to take a shine to you and buy you from him."
Frankie was a little upset at this news but determined to be an incredible lover so that someone would buy him. His problem he knew, was that he was not classically handsome, and certainly not pretty. What he did have going for him was his cock, which was quite a monster for a little lad. When he wasn't terrified or being abused he was very congenial and did get on with people usually. His downside definitely, was having been caught in a scam. On schedule he was taken into a small arena with Harry, where a large bed was placed. The arena was surrounded with large comfortable chairs for spectators, one of which was occupied by the Sheikh.
"Now Frankie, make love to my little boy. If you are very good, you will do it for my guests. If you are not very good I will let my American beauties have you again and make you do some more training. If you are really bad, I'll either give you to the Americans until you are fucked to death, or send you to the mines."
Frankie was petrified and obviously didn't perform as good as he knew he could.
"Not good enough Frankie. Bring in Otis and Delray."
Frankie begged and pleaded to be spared those two enormous cocks again, to no avail. The next hour was unbelievable. The Sheikh allowed all the harem boys to come and watch so they lounged around in the huge armchairs and watched the two black boys perform. They didn't fuck Frankie for ages. There was loads of sucking and licking first, then they took turns reaming Frankie out with their fingers while he played with them. They made him stand on his hands while they spread his legs wide and fingered him together. Doubled him over on his back and spread his cheeks to show everyone his distended anus. He had to rim both of them as well. By then everyone in and round the arena was about ready to blow a load so Delray had Frankie doggy fashion and penetrated him. Frankie was amazed that although it was painful he was totally aware and actually enjoyed the feel as the huge penis slid further into him. Otis came round to his front and Frankie licked and slurped on the biggest of the two cocks.
"Delray will take his time Frankie, to give your ass time to adjust properly. I will be ready to slide in as soon as he pulls out, then I won't hurt you going over your sphincter."
That was how it happened and Frankie realised that these two guys weren't into punishment and pain, just good sex.
Otis finished him off in the missionary position with Delray giving him a blowjob and swallowing all his cum. They both stroked him as he calmed down whispering good words to him.
The Sheikh was delighted and determined that Frankie would be the fuck slut for the Americans. Lucky for Frankie, that plan went out the window at the next show. One of the Sheikh's guests was a very wealthy and influential oil man. He had with him his sixteen year old son who fell in love with Frankie, or more correctly with Frankie's cock.
"Oh please Papa, buy him for me."
Reluctantly the Sheikh allowed the purchase, making a huge profit on Frankie, to ease his regret, ha, ha!
Frankie didn't know where he was going but he guessed that he wouldn't now be wearing a nappy in a few weeks.
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