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Infidel (2/2) (mm, non cons, circumcision)
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THE INFIDEL, by Prisoner
(...conclusion; part 2 of 2)
Since I had just cum a third time, it was a little sensitive, but
not so much that it didn't respond. Soon I was hard again. He
continued to stroke the shaft, fingering the head. With his
other hand he reached up and fondled my chest. Despite trying to
ignore what he was doing and trying to will away my hardon, I was
again feeling the pressure build up. A drop of precum oozed out
of the head of my cock. He rubbed it over the head and down the
underside of the shaft.
"Hsssh" I moaned in pleasure. My breathing became deeper as I
neared another climax. "Uhh, aaah" I gasped as I came a fourth
time, this time he let the cum drop to the ground below. My cock
continued spurting and spurting, and he continued to message and
pull on it until the last drop of cream oozed out and dribbled
over his fingers.
He called out something in arabic and his father came over to me.
He dropped my cock, and his father picked it up and began to
stroke it. I was really sensitive by this time and tried to pull
out of his grasp. He reached down with his other hand and
grabbed my tied up balls and pulled them sharply.
"Aah" I grunted.
"Don't move again, "the son suggested, " or my father might just
pull them off completely."
I stopped my attempts and gritted my teeth as the old man
continued to jerk on my dick. To say that it was uncomfortable
would be an understatement. Again, guys that are cut don't have
the same sensitivity as uncuts do. Continued masturbation after
you've cum, especially four times, is real torture.
"Since you Americans are so ridden with sex," the son was looking
directly into my eyes, while his father continued to jerk me off.
"I thought that this form of torment might be appropriate. In
our culture, we have used this process to make eunuchs."
"You bastard..." I started to scream out, "Aah, fuck.." I gasped
as his father gave another tug on my trapped nuts.
"It is better that you remain silent and just listen," the son
continued, "we may or may not make a eunuch of you, the process
is one that turns pleasure into torment. My father will make you
cum, then each of the others will take their turns with your
penis, and then I will have another turn."
"Uhh, aah" I gasped just as he finished, and my cock spurted
a fifth load of cum that covered his father's hand. This time
only a fraction of what it had shot before.
The father got up and was replaced by one of the others. When he
put his hand on my dick it was like sandpaper on raw skin. He
began to jerk on me, my cock was aching, my nuts were aching, and
yet somewhere inside there was still more juice to shoot, in a
few minutes I was hard again.
"Aaaah" I screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my
aching cock dribbled out a sixth load of cum. This time it was
watery, and only half of the previous amount. I let my head sag
to my chest and closed my eyes. My cock and balls were aching
deeply now, it was almost as though someone had put them into a
vise and was slowly closing it, squeezing the shit out them. The
water poured off my body as I sweat both from the heat and the
sex.
The fourth arab took his place in front of me and grabbed my sore
cock.
"Please..." I moaned, as his rough hands began to stroke and
manipulate my shaft. He rubbed a finger on the head of my cock.
"Ah" I moaned in pain, it felt like someone had taken a file to
the skin and was rubbing it completely off. He ignored me and
continued to rub his finger across the head. With his other hand
he began to squeeze my nuts, as though to force more cum to the
surface.
I gritted my teeth. My whole middle was now just a dull
throbbing ache. My cock ached on the inside and felt raw on the
outside. Tears soon ran down my cheeks. The whipping had been
bad, but bearable. The honey had been painful, but I could deal
with it. Even being fucked was not as bad. But this, this kind
of torment was more than I could stand. You'd think that it
wouldn't be, you'd think that it would be mild by comparison.
But believe me, to have your cock, raw, aching, sensitive to even
the slightest touch; manhandled and roughly stroked into hardness
is worse than anything.
"Uh, ah".. I moaned as my orgasm came, mixed with a cover of ache
and pain. A small amount of watery cum oozed out of the head of
my cock.
"What, already done" the son commented as he took his place in
front of me. "I would have imagined that you Americans, being so
sex ridden, would have an ample supply of the male juices." He
smiled and began to stroke my softening cock.
He did it with tenderness, with a slight brushing of his hand,
the slight scraping of the cuff of his robe. It was worse than
the others. With the others the pain was constant, dull,
throbbing. But this, this slight touch, seemed to focus the
pain, maybe because it was not constant. He touched and there was
pain, then no pain until he touched again, drawing it more and
more out of me. My cock got hard once again, he touched me
slightly, and it strained. He rubbed his finger lightly across
the top of the shaft, my cock felt like it was being burned.
Somewhere inside of me, there was still some cum left, for I
began to feel the pressure once again. He drew his hand slowly
up my shaft, and I felt my nuts contract in response, ready to
once again give up their fluid. He slowed down so that my orgasm
would subside.
"You son of a bitch.." I moaned between gritted teeth. He only
smiled and brought be to the edge again, only to stop short and
soothe the pulsing until it also stopped. Then he would start up
again. I began to move my head from side to side to block out
the pain and frustration. He continued tormenting me this way
for several minutes.
"Now you may cum," he spoke soothingly, as he continued stroking
me, my cock strained after his touch.
"Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaah" I screamed as my cock erupted and shot out
its eighth load, this time watery cum mixed with a little blood.
This was the last of it, my nuts had to be empty. They throbbed
with pain, my cock was beyond throbbing, it was pain.
"That is enough, I think," the son spoke soothingly. " you are
now ready to join the covenant with God."
My eyes opened with a start to see him withdraw his dagger from
his robe.
"Noooooh, aaaaaaah" I started to scream as he pulled my foreskin
tight with one hand and reaching over with the dagger, cut
through the skin, slicing off the loose flesh. I fainted.
I awoke suddenly as cool water was thrown over my head. I was
still hanging suspended. My cock hurt like hell. The arabs were
standing in a circle around me.
"You are now, one of us." the son said with a smile.
I looked down, my cock was an angry red. There was no blood, it
had been washed away. Some sort of ointment had been spread over
the cut. My foreskin was gone. There was still some loose skin
around the head of my cock, but it was now out in the open,
without its protective covering.
"Why..." I started to ask.
"Why, " the son responded, "to save you, that's why." he began
to laugh and the other arabs joined in the laughter and turned
back towards their tents. Night was beginning to fall, they went
about preparing their cookfires. I hung there, silently,
wondering; wondering what tomorrow would bring.
They weren't through with me, that was clear. I looked down at
my cut cock. I began to drift in and out of consciousness as
sleep tried to overtake me. My arms ached from the suspension.
My nuts were still tied apart and were sore. I began to dream
and then would wake and drift into a dream again. Dreams that
mixed home, the embassy, my friends, and images of new tortures
that were being planned for me.
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