Naughty Pleasure Maret

[This chapter contains watersports and RACEPLAY. Remember that nothing in this story is a realistic representation of any ethnicity, nationality, religion or culture. Views held by the characters in this story are meant to suit the fantasy itself, nothing else. Actions and behaviors of racial minorities in this story are not representative of their real world counterparts. It's just fiction.]

The second floor of the residence had a spectacular cut-out that allowed to view the huge living room, capable of hosting large orgies, from the above. That's where Matthew was hiding now, to watch what was about to happen down there.

All of the slave boys besides him have been summoned there for some special reason. Now, a chain of kneeing, naked boys was awaiting something in almost perfect silence.

"What are you doing here, bitch?" Matthew almost jumped when David showed up out of nowhere. "Get your stinky ass down there to serve!"

"I was told by master Goldman to await the arrival of my dominant here, Sir," Matthew addressed his new alpha slave respectfully, kneeling in front of him, spreading legs wide to expose his genitalia humiliated by chastity device and hiding hands behind back, in case David wanted to twist his nips as a punishment, which he did a lot.

"Ah, the dude in a full black leather suit?" David smiled, not at all in a friendly way. "You do realize that he's HIV positive, right?"

"What?" Matthew gasped in shock. "No, that's... impossible. It's against the rules of the Market..."

"The Market is well aware of it, you dumb bitch. They simply let him play only with the fags that they want to get rid of anyway. He's a rich guy and pays a lot for this privilege..." Even though he had his doubts about this news, Matthew was now terrified. "Hehe, either way, you're lucky," he chuckled in a cruel way, typical for himself. "Even a dirty slut like you wouldn't want to be down there today." He smirked. "Especially your bestie Moe won't like it..."

He casually clapped Matthew's face, giving of that "and what you gonna do about it?" bully energy and then proceeded downstairs. As an alpha slave, he was allowed to wear underwear, unlike any regular slave that had to be fully naked at all times.

The ominous information that he gave to Matthew made the boy feel uneasy. He kept convincing himself that it was just a bluff aimed to make Matt freak out and fuck up his last chance for redemption.

Either way, he had to stop thinking about it and focus on what was going on downstairs, as master Goldman just arrived -- as always -- with a smug smile, but this time without his two master sidekicks.

It was all too weird, especially since even the random doms that paid to come here and fuck whoever they want have been asked to leave. Clearly none of the helpless breathing sex toys knew what it would be about either. Matthew noticed that some of them were whispering and the two alpha slaves kept slapping each of them for not keeping quiet.

"Hello, little bitches," master Goldman greeted the boys cheerfully. "I have a great pleasure to announce that we will host a little social experiment today. You see, our city had some issues with crime wave lately. Mostly rapes, assaults and thievery. It's not something that the officials made public, but people responsible for a lot of these crimes are the war refugees from Middle-East, that we were honored to welcome in our country and city. Today, we will try to solve that situation by offering

you all

to some of these frustrated gentlemen, to see if it would be enough to keep their cocks in pants when not here... and of course, to gain a lot of new, regular clients..."

"What?!" Matthew was fearing this the most. His friend Moe was the first one to react. "But... Sir! These people are..." It seemed like he failed to find the right words. "With all respect, Master, but these kind of people were the reason why I've had to flee Pakistan when I was a teenager! I'm not sure if you realize, but they're extremely homophobic and frankly dangerous to us. How can you expect us to... service them?" he was clearly outraged and disgusted by having to name it that way, in this context.

Master Goldman sighed.

"Yes, Mohammed, I expected that you would have a problem with that. And to answer your question... you won't be harmed

too much

because I'm here and master Roman and Davis will be here as well. You probably don't know this, but we all met through attending the same boxing trainer. You'll be perfectly safe."

"How many of these refugees will come here?" some other slave boy asked. Matthew snorted quietly, finding it amusing that he didn't know that guy's name but he had rimmed him beyond counting in their free time.

"Something around twenty."

Nobody dared to say it out loud but... no matter how skilled master Goldman, Ramon and Davis were, boxing twenty surely capable men would be rather difficult. And thus, the slaves did not seem any more comfortable.

"But it's not even about that!" Moe continued his rant. "They'll disrespect us! I don't want to make homophobes who would see me dead feel good!"

"Sit your ass down, bitch," barked master Goldman, clearly annoyed with Moe's shit already. "You're not on a fucking sex party. You're a fucking sex slave, we have dirt on you that we can send to your grandma at any moment. So shut the fuck up and get ready to feed on some delicious cut Muslim cock."

"How does that even work, though?" someone asked. "I thought it was like Moe's saying, that they are homophobes. Will they really want to fuck us?"

"I don't care what mental gymnastics my clients use to justify fucking cute boys," master Goldman said in a boring tone. "It's none of your concern anyway. Your job is to gargle on their balls, respectfully kiss their feet when they humiliate you and play into whatever torture they think of."

"No." Moe stood up. Everyone got quiet. "I'll not," he said and left for the stairs.

Master Goldman sighed.

"Stay here, bitches," he ordered and then went to follow Moe.

Matthew quickly moved towards the stairs to eavesdrop a little. They both sat somewhere in the middle of the stairs, so he could hear them really well.

"You do realize you will be seriously punished for this disrespect?" master Goldman threatened him. "Did you not learn from your bestie Matthew that it's not wise to disobey us?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I just can't do it. Submitting to you is not only an honor and a privilege to me, but also a pleasure. I can't do the same for them. Forgive me bluntness, but in a way, I feel like you and other masters and dominants in the club respect us as slaves, in a way. You recognize our purpose and use it to forge your own pleasure. These people won't do the same. They won't show the proper respect even to you. I can't accept that..." Matthew noticed that Moe knelt in front of master Goldman and spontaneously kissed his shoes.

"You should stop getting outraged on my behalf, bitch," master Goldman sounded so lovingly and gentle right now that Matthew got a little bit jealous for not being addressed like that never before. "Trust me, we know what we're doing. We're professionals. I could let you go back to your room and not participate, as we have quite enough of slave boys to entertain that group. But I won't do that. I insist that you join your bitch brothers and serve these men. Do you know why? Because this is how you will develop as a bitch. Sex slaves don't have opinions, they have holes. I can think of no better way to free you from these last personal views, than having them humiliated and rubbed in your face. Realize that this is what keeps you from becoming the perfect submissive. Be a good bitch, boy. Stop thinking about what these men think, instead let your dumb faggot brain realize that all that matters is how hot and superior they are. Trust me, your nature will guide you against reason to serve them. That's what is truly beautiful about beta males -- it's fate, you can't run from it. And what's truly beautiful about alpha males, is that regardless of nationality or ethnicity, they have a natural need to bully and prove their dominance. You can't cheat that."

Moe was silent for a bit.

"I will do as you say, Sir," Moe submitted to master Goldman's will. Matthew was so proud of him. It was the right thing to do. These men deserved their full service and submission.

"Then join your brothers, bitch." They started walking down the stairs. "You won't escape the punishment for the initial rebellion, though. Next time think twice before saying no to me. You wouldn't want to get on my bad side, faggot."

*

Matthew quickly found out that David was wrong; he could think of no other place where he would want to be, other than downstairs. Every inch of his body, every instinct he had, everything was screaming for him to go there and submit to these Muslim men.

Master Goldman tricked the slave boys, as he was nowhere to be seen, just like master Ramon and Davis. The boys were left completely alone with a group of twenty, potentially homophobic and aggressive alpha males from the Middle-East.

What a bunch of fine men they were, however... Matthew was almost drooling. Tall, dark skinned men, all with short hair, most with beards. All wearing clothes typical for summer, that exposed a lot to the view: shorts, white shirts and flip-flops that made their large feet unapologetically accessible.

They swarmed the living room, each of them reaching for a slave boy. Most of the boys experienced great humiliation -- hair pulling, nipple twisting, getting spat on or getting smacked in the face. Of course, their masters laughed at their torment, while the slaves submitted with horny faces, often not even hiding the smiles of joy. It was mild but that was just how these doms slowly learned that they're in full control and can do whatever they want without any repercussion. After that... they relaxed. And they truly became masters.

"Kiss those, American boy!" Matthew noticed how one of them taunted his ex-friend, Alex, by placing bare feet on the table, in front of him. The boy's face expressed the purest excitement and respect at that sight. Matt was so jealous when knelt, closed eyes and began marking his Middle-Eastern master's soles with his lips. "Perhaps there is still some hope for this country, if they keep faggots locked in houses like this and keep them from breeding. Look at these smart little cages on their dicks," he pointed another boy's chastity cage to his dominant friend and they both laughed.

"Castration is more efficient," his friend responded, jerking off his dark, cut cock, which he then pushed into some blonde boy's mouth. His facial expression was quickly twisted with pleasure. "Whoa, they suck well tho, daadaash!" He seemed really surprised with this discovery. He grabbed the slave boy by his hair and chose the pace. "And he takes it balls deep without gagging!"

"If you cut their balls of, they are not aroused anymore. If they have them, they suck with more passion," his friend noted.

"Allah has a use even for faggots... Hey, you!" he addressed Logan, the only alpha slave other than David.

"Yes, Sir?" Logan asked respectfully, with hands behind his back.

"Get me something to drink. No alcohol."

"As you order, Sir."

Matthew searched for Moe and bit his lip both in fear... and envy. Mohammed, the only dark skinned slave boy, immediately drew the attention and caused a lot of controversy.

"They have one of our own! Imprisoned as a slave!" one of the doms yelled in anger. "This is a provocation!"

Some other guys cheered aggressively in a foreign language that Matt couldn't understand.

"No, look at him," said another master, tormenting Moe's dark nipples with his long finger. Moe didn't have a cage on his cock, so his erection betrayed him immediately. "He's aroused. He's a faggot."

Some other guy curiously reached out for the slave boy's little cock and molested it.

The first dom who spoke grabbed Moe's jaw in his big hand and made him cross stares with him.

"Is that true? Are you a faggot?" he asked, angrily.

Moe hesitated for a brief moment, but then nodded. The master immediately spat into his face and aggressively pushed his head away from himself.

"Disgusting! He brings shame to Allah, our nations and us!"

"We have to talk to the owner of this house," another guy proposed. "Tell them that he has to go with us," some another one said.

"No!" Moe cried in fear. "Leave me alone!"

Another dom kicked him, aggressively sending him to the floor. He then placed his foot, still in a dirty flip-flop, on top of Moe's cheek, pinning him down.

"Hey," the first master addressed David, who was standing near them in the same professional position that Logan assumed. "Call your boss here."

"Yes, Sir," David responded respectfully, and hurried for master Goldman.

Guests of the house were becoming gradually more confident... and violent. Some stripped fully naked, presenting nothing but slim to muscular bodies, usually very hairy; some even proceeded to anal sex, using the shamelessly moaning boys who looked like they were both in heaven but also slowly driven mad from the sensations of riding some girthy Muslim cocks.

Others explored much more dirtier areas. Some boy was forced to drink piss straight from some Indian guy's dick, another one's face disappeared in a hairy ass crack, that was so full of hair, that from afar looked completely black to Matthew.

Some group spread their slave's arms and publicly flogged him, while cheering and laughing at his great pain. Matthew instinctively tried to touch his bulge, but the only thing he felt was the cold touch of metal wrapped around his dick.

He knew that Moe was right, that these men were trouble, but his brain was shutting down when he was horny and the dick was beginning its reign. It demanded that alpha males like them should have his full submission.

Finally, master Goldman showed up, alone, perfectly confident. He even shook hands with the dominant who summoned him.

"We want him to leave with us," the dom said, pointing at Moe.

Master Goldman looked briefly at the slave boy and nodded.

"This is more than doable, but it will require a longer procedure and a lot of money..."

"Master!" Moe cried, scared and betrayed, but the guy pinning him down kicked him in the ribs.

"Xafe šo!"

"Money, we will pay," said the refuge. "But he leaves with us today,"

Master Goldman smiled, confidently.

"I assure you that he will stay here, at least until you go through the procedure first, mate."

The other guy smiled, too, and took one step towards master Goldman. The three of his goons assumed intimidating poses as well.

"Are you sure you want to say no to us, friend?" the Middle-Eastern master asked. "It would be a shame if your police found out about this shady business..."

Master Goldman snorted loudly and bravely took a step ahead as well.

"Go for it, 'friend'," Goldman taunted him.

They stared each other down for a while and then the dominant Muslim laughed and clapped master Goldman's shoulder.

"Don't take me too seriously today, man!" he said cheerfully and the intimidating aura disappeared in a second. "We will do as you please, of course! Thank you for hosting this event for us today, friend!"

Master Goldman nodded with a satisfied smile.

"You're very welcome, man. Enjoy yourselves," he said and then left. Matthew noticed that he whispered something to David while passing him.

"No worries, fag," the same dominant said to Moe. "If not today, then tomorrow." He pulled his shorts down, revealing that he had no underwear on himself. He had a curved, excited dick. "Pass me oil," he ordered to one of his friends. "Faggots have to be treated as such..." And then he began fucking Moe doggy style, while pulling his hair.

Matthew spat on his fingers and began massaging his hole, in hope of easing the frustration that just kept growing in him. He watched Alex being spitroasted with two dark cocks, some other boy having his ballsack painfully whipped as he was kneeling while spreading legs, two other slaves forced to lick each other's assholes and a dom who pissed into a glass and now was forcing Moe to drink it while laughing.

"Boy!" Matt jumped when master Roman materialized behind him out of thin air. He quickly pulled the tips of his fingers out of his butt and assumed respectful kneeling position. "You've been told to remain clean, boy. What are you doing?" he asked with his odd accent.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Watching them aroused me."

Master Roman approached and molested Matthew's chest with his huge, warm hands, irritating his already stiff nipples. Then he proceeded to grab his butt and squeeze it strongly. There was absolutely no reason behind these actions of his, other than his own desire. Master Roman was known from visiting slaves quite often, especially when they were taking showers. He then enjoyed abusing his right to touch and fuck whatever and whoever he wanted in this house, without anyone being able to say "no" to him.

"Hm, it's okay," he said. "Come with me now, your client arrived."

Matthew gulped and threw the last look to the hellish orgy happening downstairs. Now it was time for his hell to begin.

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