Subject: Becoming A Kafir Faggot Whore Part 10 Thanks for all the feedback on Part 9 If you like this or other stories on , please consider a small donation to keep it free: fty/ ————————————————————————- I could feel the dick in front of me getting harder and rising – I responded by working the growing shaft, groans and moans now becoming more frequent. And I was then told “Go down, bitch. Give me a nice deep service”. I tried my hardest – the dick was pretty fucking large and I was struggling not to choke, but this seemed to amuse my dom as he responded with more groans of satisfaction. “Hey Jamal – do you reckon he’ll be able to take you balls deep?” asked Dee. “There’s only one way to find out, ain’t there?!”. This was going to be a long session indeed. ————————————————————————- The thought of being penetrated by this guy’s appendage was a bit frightening to be honest but it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter. After a moments thought, I figured I should try and get as much saliva on his dick s possible – these guys tended not to use lube too much so I doubled my efforts. He seemed to like it and I could feel the shaft hardening and pulsing. Jamal pushed me away for a moment and I caught my breath. He stood up and removed some of his clothing. At the same time I could he the others moving around too. In mind my I jokingly thought that we were going to be a double tag team; little did I know that was exactly what was going on! Jamal barked “Get on all fours facing away from me” and I duly obliged. I felt his hand slap the inside of both of my legs one after the other as he said “Spread those legs, boy, head down and arse up”. I complied, bracing myself for the impending pain I was anticipating. “Mmm, yeah” he groaned and I felt one of his somewhat large fingers playing with my hole and gently coaxing it to open. I got into the rhythm of it and pushed my muscles to try and get my sphincter to dilate in tandem. This seemed to be working as Jamal moaned his appreciation some more and then placed his dick in the crack of my arse. He wasn’t trying to penetrate me just yet – he was teasing me by sliding the shaft up and down my crack ever so slowly. I began to gently moan myself, aroused at this “foreplay” of sorts, anticipating both the pain and pleasure from getting fucked by this beast. This continued for some time and I was wondering istanbul travesti when the inevitable was going to happen. “You like this, boy?” asked Jamal. “Yes, Sir” I replied breathlessly. “Is that all you have to say, boy?” I was a little confused, not quite knowing what he was getting at. I was wondering what to say and then almost unconsciously I whimpered “Please…”. “Please, what?” he asked. “Please… I…” as his dick stopped sliding and the helmet placed just at my sphincter. “Hmm?” he gestured. “Please, Sir, I… want to feel…” but before I could finish the sentence, he gently but purposefully thrust the head of his dick into my arse. I gasped audibly and fully expected to feel the rest of it but Jamal stopped at just the helmet. It was intense and very erotic – my mind was all over the shop. “What was that, bitch?” he continued, slightly pulling his dick out of me. “Please, Sir, I want to feel…” and again before I could finish, he thrust it slowly back in me, this time moving it in and out about an inch each time as I whimpered. This time I took the initiative and repeated “I want to feel you inside…” but he didn’t wait for the end of the sentence and this time he thrust a lot further into me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back. As I tried to adjust to his length, he continued for what seemed like forever and I could feel the most part of his dick sliding into me, pushing against my prostate and causing me great pleasure and discomfort all at the same time. “Fuck me!” said Dee. “I didn’t think he would take that all in one go!”. I was thinking exactly the same thing for a moment but my mind was concentrating on other things right now. “Oooh yeah” said Jamal, as he slide his entire length back. he slowly repeated the action and so began a steady fucking, each deep peak of the penetration stimulating me in a way I was not familiar with until now. I was glued to the spot in ecstasy – unable to focus on anything other than the absolute pounding I was receiving. Dee and his sub were making noises consistent with a sloppy fuck too and I wondered what the other sub looked like, and whether he was used to Jamal’s hammering. The fucking carried on for some time and Dee suggested him and Jamal switch places. I felt a void when Jamal removed his beast of a dick and awaited Dee’s. As Dee entered me, I sensed that my sphincter was dilated as the result of the thick shaft of Jamal, but Dee wasted no time in pumping istanbul travestileri in an out of my cunt. “Oh yeah, J – you’ve loosened him up nicely!” he exclaimed excitedly as he continued the assault. After some time Jamal declared that he wanted to shoot his load but wanted to seed my arse so they switched once more. I noticed the difference immediately and moaned in deep satisfaction as my prostate was stimulated once more. Jamal started to groan like a wild animal in heat and he shouted to Dee “You with me, bruv?” to which he responded “Yeah, yeah – any second now” and they both let out a roar as they pumped their seed into us in unison. I could feel Jamal’s dick pulsing and as the rhythm slowed, he pulled me close to him, marking me as his bitch for sure. He leant over me and put both arms around my torso so that his chest was on my back. I felt completely submissive at that point. As everyone in the room recovered from the fuckfest, Jamal slipped out of me, slapped me on the ass and shouted “OK, cunt – show the boy how to do cleanup”. I felt the other sub manoeuvring below me and then his mouth on my balls. His hands wrapped my body and he pull my hips down towards him, making it possible for him to start eating my arsehole. I let out a moan not quite believing that this sub was working Jamal’s seed out of me and quickly felt a tug on my chain as Jamal said “Chop chop, bitch! This ain’t a spa day!” and he forced my head down in between the cheeks of my partner in crime. I tentatively kissed the arse in front of me only to be told “Put some effort in, fag – it’s only fair” so I figured I should show willing and devoured his cunt as best I could. Dee’s spunk was flowing easily from the somewhat looser hole; it tasted of sweat and man juice and I loved it. With most of the cleanup duly complete, the two of us were clearly exhausted and slowed our efforts. “Well, that was something else, man” said Dee. “Yep, a good start” replied Jamal, giving a deep chuckle at the end. “I think I’m going to take the new boy for the night. That cool?” “Yeah, absolutely J”. “OK, cunt: take his hood off, get ready and order an Uber” said Jamal. I braced myself for having the hood removed and felt the other sub gently pull it above my face. I looked around the room and saw Dee, a tall, well built guy who was obviously Jamal, and a slim chav with dirty blond hair naked as I was except for some Nike TN trainers and socks. Jamal was travesti istanbul a stunningly handsome man with a dark skin tone, dressed in trackies and wearing a Kufi cap. The lad – his sub – was also striking but in a very different way. He had olive skin and well defined cheeks and jaw. Had I seen him in the street I would have spent a good while staring at him and he would most likely have his hand down his pants but right now, he looked humbled. His cock, whilst quite skinny, was long and right now dripping with cum – he had obviously ejaculated when getting a seeing to from Dee. I was in a mild state of shock, not really knowing what was going on but the chav lad took my wrist and led me out to the hallway where our clothes had been discarded. He spoke quietly saying “Come on, Jamal doesn’t like to wait and I need to get an Uber sorted out”. “OK” I said not really knowing what was meant by that. He picked up a pair of CK pants and slid them up his legs, followed my some trackies and a t-shirt. I put my clothes on and he then gestured to follow him out of the flat. “What’s going on?” I asked. “What’s your name?” “I’m Harry, Jamal’s boy. Him and Dee have decided that you are going to spend the night at Jamal’s. That was just a taster. He’s a beast, believe me”. He unlocked his phone, tapped on an app with a crescent moon and star symbol with the word “Uber” underneath and quickly summoned a driver then said: “Right go down and wait for the car – it will be 3 mins. I’ll get Jamal”. “What about this?” I enquired, tugging on the dog lead still attached to the collar. “Oh these stay on for the ride” he replied tugging his own. “Go!” I went down the steps hoping that he was kidding but acutely aware that I was standing at the side of the road in full view wearing a dog collar and leash. A car approached and I presumed it was our Uber; I could see a discrete crescent moon and star symbol on the windscreen. Harry and Jamal had arrived at the kerb; I went to the other side whilst they jumped in the other door, Jamal ending up in the centre with us either side. The doors closed and Jamal tugged on both the leads, greeting the driver with “Assalamu-Alaikum”. “Wa-Alaikum-Salaam, Jamal. Busy night ahead, I see?” replied the driver. “Mmm, indeed. My faithful and a new inductee tonight”. he then turned to me and said: “You will learn, boy, that we have a network of respectful brothers who rely on each other and support each other. From now on, you will use our ‘Uber’ app for free journeys and compensate the brothers as thanks”. “yes, Sir” I replied, none the wiser. I saw the driver give a wry smile in the mirror and the car pulled away. ————————————————————————-