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All persons in this tale are fictional, are 18 years of age or older,
and are not real. Any relation to reality is unintentional.
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Like his father before him, Mohammad loved to fuck young male ass. Like
many of his countrymen he had a saying 'women are for breeding, young
males are for pleasure'. You see it's not gay if it's a young male
(their way of thinking, not mine - just saying). Over the years
Mohammad had developed quiet the harem of males from around the world.
He had German's, Swedes, French, Spanish, Russian's, Latino's, all the
Asians were well represented and he had a bunch from the America's.
Mohammad just loved fucking Americans.
One of the best parts about American males, was breaking their spirits.
Mohammad never choose homosexuals, no that would be wrong, and like all
the others - the guys from America always seemed to put up so much
resistance, were always so embarrassed, so horrified - making them so
sweet to bend.
Now a harem of 'complete' young males could be a dangerous thing. Even
when young, males can be frightfully strong especially when in packs.
So like a regular Harem filled with women (other than Mohammad, no other
men allowed), all of Mohammad's young males were clipped of their
testicles, and this helped so he could keep his males around longer.
The clipped young males were always so much more docile, and he loved
watching as their remaining genitals would kinda shrivel up over time.
All the males were acquired through various illegal means, and once they
were brought to one of Mohammad's homes in the Middle East, their
processing always started immediately. First as previously mentioned,
their testicles were clipped. They were then given electrolysis
treatments to remove the body and facial hairs they may have acquired -
so they were all very smooth, like the day they were born. Next they
all received a tattoo on their right wrist, in Sanskrit it stated that
they were property of Mohammad and then a number (now at 53). They were
then locked naked into private rooms so they could heal from the surgery
(testicle removal), and fed only the tiniest of amounts of water. They
were kept in that state for normally a week, by then their stitches were
dissolved and any major pain subsided. They were all also very hungry
and thirsty.
One by one Mohammad would visit his new acquisitions and inform them of
their status as his property, his pet, and their role as a sheath for
his cock (though backwards thinking in so many ways, Mohammad had
received his schooling in Cambridge, and he could speak many languages -
English only being one of them). So Mohammad always delivered his
speech in his pets own tongue and enjoyed listening to them respond in
whatever fashion they chose. There were the 'I'm not gay' responses.
Neither was Mohammad (not by his way of thinking anyway). There were
the pleading's to 'let me go' responses. Not gonna happen if Mohammad
had anything to do about it. And then there was Mohammad's favourite
'if you touch me, you will regret it'. Mohammad never regretted
breaking in and using his new sheaths. He lived for those life
experiences. He liked it ten times more than finding out he was another
billion dollars richer (which - by the way - happened every couple of
months).
Mohammad usually left his new pets alone for another few days to stew on
things (no food or water), before he revisited them and offered them
sustenance and cock - or nothing? They just about always chose nothing,
so Mohammad would leave them for another day, then return and make the
same offer. Many young males would reluctantly take Mohammad's cock
into their mouths in order to get some food or water by that time. Some
would hold out for another day or three, but they all broke and were
soon praying at Mohammad's manly fountain.
It was only when the young males had become proficient at providing oral
sex that Mohammad would then take their other prized possession from
them. Their resistance to presenting their asses too him was much less
of an issue after having sucked down Mohammad's seed dozens and dozens
of times. Mohammad always liked the young males first time to be
special. He would force them to look him in the eyes with their legs
over his shoulders, his cock still glistening with their saliva, and
then Mohammad would take their right hand and place it on his sword
(penis) and tell them to guild him into their flower. By this point
they were always so helpless and weak (from drastically reduced food
intake), and even then, there was no way they could force him to get off
of them. So the young males almost always cooperated and soon
Mohammad's cock was sliding in to the hilt. The looks on the young
males faces was always the best. The pain, the anguish, the
embarrassment, the helplessness. Mohammad loved all of it. And he
loved telling them to open their eyes, to look at him, he didn't want
his young males to miss seeing the pleasure on his face and the looks he
gave when he seeded their flower (asshole).
Mohammad always then had the young males clean him afterwards. He would
make them follow him to the attached facilities, where they would then
have to clean him in a tub from his feet to his head. The absolute
servitude of their situation always being driven into their brains.
Once the young males found Mohammad's visits to be routine, only then
were they brought out into the harem proper. There they would meet the
head male. The head male would show them to the communal washrooms,
sleeping areas, and various areas of interest, no one was ever really
alone or given personal space in the harem. All the males knew what
male was most favoured or who was currently providing for Mohammad's
pleasure. They all knew that the newest young males would be receiving
the most attention for the next while.
The head male hadn't always been the head male, you see eventually all
young males start to age, and then the word young male starts to not
really apply anymore, so there was an expectancy of maybe two years in
the harem. And when that happened - they where moved offsite. None of
the males knew if that meant death? Or something else horrible, but
they all eventually left. One of the things the young males did to
prevent leaving (due to the possibility of death or worse) was to
dedicate themselves into really pleasing Mohammad as best they could.
They started to smile, and act cloyingly. They would wiggle their asses
just a bit, to draw attention. They would make appreciative noises
during sex, and act like they loved it. All the things a hooker might
do to make a John get off and want a second engagement. Of course this
kind of engagement with Mohamed only hastened their removal from the
harem. Mohamed liked his pets to be opposed and adverse to their
situation (but never hostile or disobedient- that was a fast track way
to swift punishment and corrective action).
So the latest male to find himself being moved off-site was Stuart
Littleton. He had been taken from his home town of Toronto. At 18, he
had still been living with his parents. A human trafficking ring had
lured him in with the offer of some drugs, and then he was soon tied up
and his mouth gagged. He was kept in a filthy room for a couple days
before being knocked out. He awoke in the air, tied to a chair in a
privet jet that was already halfway over the Pacific Ocean on its way to
the Middle East.
Stuart had endured Mohammad's breaking in period, lasting through many
days of 'nothing' before the lack of food and water had him desperate
enough to take Mohammad's filthy cock into his mouth. It had been
disgusting, and Stuart kept gagging the entire time, but he did receive
a small amount of food and water afterward. Mohammad kept retuning day
after day and Stuart kept gagging and chocking. This went on for weeks,
before Stuart was finally able to choke the cock down his throat. So
gross. But at least when Mohammad came into Stuart's throat, he didn't
have to deal with the taste of the slimy disgusting semen. Stuart was
finally getting the hang of having a cock in his throat, when Mohammad
pulled Stuart up off his knees and pushed Stuart onto his back.
Mohammad then lifted Stuart's legs and put them on his shoulders, he
then made Stuart take Mohammad's 'sword' and place it to the entrance to
Stuart's 'flower'. Stuart thought about not cooperating, but he
realized he didn't have the strength to push Mohammad off, and Stuart
didn't want to go without food and water again..... and then he felt
Mohammad's cock thrusting up into his rectum forcefully. Stuart closed
his eyes in pain, when Mohammad told him forcefully "open your eyes,
look at my face".... and so Stuart had to watch as the pleasure played
out on his rapists face, watched as the moment when Mohammad came into
his ass. Stuart just wanted to lay there, but Mohammad made him get up
and prepare a bath, and then Stuart had to kneel beside the tub cleaning
Mohammad's body, all the while Stuart could feel the semen leaking out
of his ass and running down his leg. Stuart was allowed to get cleaned
up only after Mohammad was all done and Stuart had already dried
Mohammad off with a towel.
Another month had gone by and then Stuart was introduced to the harem
population. All to soon, Stuart was used to curling up with several
other males when sleeping at night, or looking at their naked bodies, as
all the males had no clothing. Some of the newer males, like Stuart,
were able to get hard for the first while as there was still a bit of
testosterone in their system. Several of the more experienced males
would offer their services when these erections occurred, they would say
'better use it before you loose it', but though Stuart was a virgin, he
was too embarrassed and he didn't 'feel that way' about males. Over
time Stuart was getter softer and softer, and so when he had what had
become rare - another erection - he accepted an offer from a tiny young
male from Korea. Stuart almost felt like he was looking at a girl as
the young male took Stuart's penis into his mouth. Stuart loved the
feelings on his dick as the Korean swirled his tongue, and then after
getting Stuart as hard and ready as he was likely to get, the Korean
impaled his asshole onto Stuart's penis and started to pump up and down
getting a rhythm going. Stuart loved the feelings of the Korean's tight
ass on his dick, so warm, so soft. Stuart then had the Korean get on
his hands and knees so Stuart could pound his ass from behind. When
Stuart came, it was one of the best feelings he had even had, and he l
o v e d it. Stuart only wished he had taken up all the other offers
that had been made to him by the other harem inhabitants earlier. But
it was the last time his penis would ever get hard enough for sex again.
Stuart lived in the harem for a couple years, he was a slave to
Mohammad's whims and desires. And though he made some friends amongst
the other young males, he hated every minute of his servitude. But then
one day he was informed that he was leaving soon. Stuart was wrapped up
into a burka and led out of the harem. It was the first time he had
seen the outside world since he entered the harem several years ago.
He was driven to what looked like a hospital, was led inside, and taken
to a private room. There Stuart was made to undress, and was then given
an enema by a nurse. He then was made to lay down onto the bed, and a
shot was given to his arm. Stuart went to sleep.
When Stuart next awakened, he was well bandaged all over his body, and
he just felt numb. He couldn't see because his entire face was covered.
So Stuart could only just lay there hoping he wasn't blind. Eventually
he heard a female voice tell him not to talk, but that the bandages
would have to stay on his face for at least a week. Stuart could only
squeeze her fingers to let her know he understood. A TV or radio was
then turned on, and so Stuart listened to pop tunes. He was given a
shot after a time, and he went to sleep again.
Stuart was starting to really feel his body again, and he didn't like
what it was telling him. First there were these heavy weights on his
chest, Stuart was thinking he maybe had breasts now? His waist was
killing him. And then there was Stuart's crotch, he felt this weird
tightness, a fullness, a throbbing ache and burning sensation, and when
Stuart tried to adjust himself in the bed he could feel sharp pains down
there. He tried kept trying to feel around, but his wrists and ankles
were secured preventing him from really moving all that much. What the
hell did they do to him....
Eventually a nurse came in and after unlocking his restraints from the
bed, she re-locked his hands to a waist belt. She then guided Stuart up
off the bed and slowly walked him around a bit - his eyes still covered.
She put him back to bed, and re-secured his restraints. The next day
when Stuart came too, he was unlocked and shuffled around and told to
squeeze the nurses hand three times when he needed to go to pee. Sure
enough Stuart squeezed her hand, and he was shuffled into what must be
the bathroom, and then she pulled down some underwear and he was made to
sit. The nurse told him to just go when he was ready.... and when it
finally came out it burned, and the flow seemed all wrong, but the nurse
wouldn't let him hold his penis while he went. When he was done, the
nurse padded around his groin, then stood him up and settled his
underwear back into place. It felt weird. Stuart was locked back to
the bed, and given a button to press three times if he had to go again.
The next day after Stuart was walked around, he had peed, and he was
secured back to the bed. They made him spread his legs apart, when they
started to remove bandages from his lower body. There was some v e r y
weird sensations of pulling and some of the full feelings reduced. But
then something was poking him uncomfortably and he felt 'full?' again,
and he was left sitting there all awkwardly for what felt like forever
(but was only 30 minutes). They did something and the pressure was
reduced again, and then they let him close his legs. What the hell were
they doing with his penis?!?
Stuart's next three days went much the same, and then on the fourth day
they finally started working on the bandages on his face. As they
worked, they told him not to talk, that he was to stay silent no matter
what, or he might never talk ever again.... and then Stuart was
squinting from all the light, as it hurt after so long in the dark. And
then as his eyes adapted, Stuart could see the two huge tits on his
chest... and the view between his tits.... there was nothing. Clearly
Stuart didn't have a penis anymore. Any chances or dreams Stuart had of
getting to fuck a girl (or even the Korean again) were gone forever.
Stuart cried a little.
After his unveiling, Stuart was unlocked from his bed, and allowed to
pee on his own. He was also required to dilate his new vagina multiple
times a day. Stuart was depressed to connect the weird feelings from
before to his new reality. The full feelings - had been a dong like
stent being shoved up into his pussy. And he was forced to keep it in
there for 30 minutes multiple times a day. When he peed, he was pulling
down what were clearly panties, and then had to sit there as the urine
kinda poured out of him in a big flow. He would never again draw his
name in the snow, or settle up to a urinal while at a game or a movie.
Toilets were his permanent future. Stuart was not happy with his huge
tits, now that he had use of his hands, he kept bumping his upper arms
into them. The first time he bumped a tit into a door frame was
excruciating. And they were constantly bouncing and swaying with his
movements. Now that Stuart knew that they were there, he was very aware
of how heavy they were. Then there was Stuart's new face. Stuart was
gone. No way would anyone who used to know him could see anyone they
knew in his new ultra feminine face. He was beautiful even with the
bruising and swelling.
Now that Stuart was peeing, walking, and dilating, he was almost ready
to leave the hospital. They were just waiting for him to go number two.
Stuart was still bunged up from all the pain meds he'd been on. But
they had made it clear that he wasn't allowed to push.... maybe in a
couple months that might be safe. So when Stuart finally went, a nurse
was there to teach him how to wipe afterward (front to back), he now had
to worry about keeping shit out of his new cooter....
Soon Stuart was dressed in woman's clothing, a burka worn over top, and
he was walked out of the hospital and into a limo. The limo drove him
to a new house, were Stuart was the newest female member of a woman's
only harem. The head girl took the newest girl (Stuart) and showed her
around. Showed her to the communal baths, the communal sleeping areas,
and other facilities of the harem. The head girl was completely aware
of Stuart's status, and so the new woman was shown were her stents and
lube was located. Stuart was then stripped naked, as he did not need
clothing unless he was hosting Mohammad for the night.
Stuart had lived naked for many many years around a bunch of young
males, but doing the same with women was an even greater challenge. He
had never even seen a woman in the flesh naked before - until he saw
himself in the mirror at the hospital. But now there he was in all his
glory and able to look at all the naked women he had ever dreamed of all
shamelessly presented nude as can be. He would have been in heaven if
it wasn't for his cock and every other physical remnants of maleness
being stripped away from him.
The head girl ensured Stuart kept to his dilation schedules, he felt
very awkward sticking the dongs (stents) into himself, let alone while
any of the other inhabitants of the harem could walk by or stop and
watch. It turned out several of the harems inhabitants were jealous of
his ability to use the plastic aids, as they wanted to feel such things
themselves. The fact that just over a week ago he had been the owner of
a penis did not faze them. Stuart wasn't the first 'new girl' to enter
the harem. Turned out all the other males who had been taken from the
males only harem just about always ended up were Stuart was now.
As Stuart started to heal, he was required to use the larger and larger
sizes of stents. In addition he was required to resume his fitness
periods, pretty well the same as before, it was all about keeping his
ass and legs fit, his waist small, but no strength training. Then there
were the dress up and makeup lessons. As a result Stuart was sometimes
required to wear some clothing in the harem. He found the thongs and
heals to be quiet uncomfortable, and so he was required to wear them
until he stopped fidgeting in discomfort and just got used to ignoring
there presence. Same with makeup, Stuart had to learn how to highlight
his new features, and not to scratch, or smudge anything. Stuart was
drilled until he could perfect all of it, then he was back to being
naked. When he was finally allowed to talk, Stuart found his new voice
to be too high. To his own ears, he sounded like a bimbo, but the other
girls told him he sounded just fine.
First time Mohammad required Stuart's time, Stuart had only been a woman
for maybe three months. He had been required to get dressed in lingerie
that highlighted his figure (white thong tight up his ass and against
his mons and pussy, a white bra lifting and squishing his tits together,
a white garter belt holding up white stockings, a pair of white four
inch strap heels on his feet, and a white wedding dress with a built in
corset clinging to his every curve.). He was dressed in virginal
clothing, ready to please.
And then Stuart was unwrapped like a gift, and he once again had
Mohammad's big cock down his throat his face being fucked. Mohammad
then stopped, and placed Stuart into the same position as when he first
took Stuart's ass when he was still male, so Stuart had his legs up on
Mohammad's shoulders, and Stuart had to look Mohammad in the eyes as he
helped guid Mohammad's 'sword' into his pussy. And as the tip slipped
in with little resistance Mohammad just kept pushing his entire length
till his hips bumped into Stuart's ass. Stuart felt the cock rubbing
against his man made clit, felt the throbbing length all the way to the
core of his body, he didn't think he would ever get used to being
raped. And now in addition he was in the wrong body. But Mohammad
never cared if his toys were happy or pleased. That was irrelevant.
All that mattered was that Mohammad enjoyed himself. And there was
nothing more that Mohammad enjoyed then fucking a Westerner forced into
becoming what they were born to become: one of Mohammad's girls.
fini
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