Zayd again...using my mouth for his pleasure.
I have grown so lonely in my solitary confinement I look forward to his visits...in fact, I don't know how or why, but I have developed an uncanny sense for anticipating his arrival.
Every morning I awake seconds before I hear the door creak open. I am already on my knees, back straight, head held high, when he wordlessly stands before me and raises the hem of his garment exposing himself to me in the dim light of early morning.
I move forward and inhale his musky and manly aroma; my prick instantly hardens. My hands and mouth linger on his hot male flesh, savoring the moment. I kiss and lick his cock and balls slowly, lovingly...I want the intimacy to last as long as possible---I crave human contact and delaying his climax means I will spend more time with a warm human being---sucking his cock is no longer something I MUST do---it is something I WANT to do and I want to do it well.
To my relief, I have grown rather fond of the taste of his semen and sperm---any man's semen and sperm for that matter...I now consider it a privilege and compliment when they choose to discharge into my mouth rather than make me wear it on my face all day.
After five-six minutes he becomes impatient. I know him well. Sometimes he likes me to prolong the sucking; revel in the sensations and pleasure I am giving him. Other times, this morning for instance, he wants to empty his balls in my belly quickly...he begins moving his hips back-and-forth, forcing more of his hardness into my mouth...that is my signal to suck him faster and harder.
I must say, he always rewards me well for my efforts. Most men I've serviced here have three-four spasms and their balls are drained. Zayd's scrotum contains so much man juice, he is able to shoot four, five, and sometimes six loads of thick and creamy goodness into my greedily sucking mouth before he is spent.
I am no longer the boy I used to be...I am now the boy they want me to be.
I wonder how much semen and sperm I will be able to coax from Zayd's balls this morning...
"You will dance tonight for Amir---if you disappoint him he will assign you to the soldiers barracks with your friends!" announced Zayd once I'd licked his dangling member clean.
I hadn't thought of Eddy and Georgie in some time.
Then he added: "Your two friends assholes have been stretched so wide the soldiers use only their mouths now...they drink gallons of Taliban man-seed every day!"
My heart ached for them. Eddy, the proud and manliest one of the three of us must have endured hell to submit to sucking cock...Georgie was more like me, pragmatic, with a low tolerance for pain...I knew it wouldn't take much 'encouragement' to get him on his knees.
"Amir quite good with whip---and he likes marking white flesh---never disobey him!" said Zayd in a threatening tone.
His words were intended to scare and intimidate me, but I felt joy and elation---I had already been whipped into submission; meeting my new Master meant to me that perhaps my long days of solitary confinement were coming to an end.
I thought of Dmitri every day, but didn't have the nerve to ask Zayd if he was alright. If the whipping The Old Man ordered for me was any indication, I couldn't bear to imagine what Dmitri had to endure at the hands of the brutal and sadistic Drug Lord.
I was just beginning to understand the loneliness and hopeless despair Dmitri had to have felt every single day for twenty-seven years...I vowed to myself to try and make his life more pleasant, if I possibly could...that is, if he was still alive.
The old women took great care in bathing and grooming me for Amir. They excitedly chatted as their hands washed every inch of my body.
One fat woman took a special interest in me. She delighted in pinching and rolling my enlarged nipples until they were proudly erect; she would then massage my anus until my prick rose to full erection...she would then laugh and point at my long nipples and tiny hard-on and the other women would join in the laughter.
I didn't care anymore...yes, I knew the women were trying their best to humiliate me...to make me feel like less of a man because I wasn't as well-endowed as the Taliban soldiers, but I rationalized it in my mind by believing they were jealous of me---between me and these women---I was the only one servicing manly cocks...I was positive the women hadn't been fucked in years. I must say, even though they resented me, the women did a thorough job of preparing me for the evening.
When the fat woman put the finishing touches of rouge on my stiff nipples and aureola's, she gave me red, translucent harem pants to wear then pushed me before a mirror and I stared face-to-face with a pretty white girl...it took several seconds for the shock to register I was staring at myself.
My blond hair hadn't been trimmed since my capture and was now hanging loosely on my shoulders; the women had painted my face with rouge and eyeliner highlighting my clear blue eyes; my belly was flat and firm from exercise; my breasts had been manipulated into small round mounds which I guessed to be size 32A; and my nipples---oh my God---my nipples, stood proudly erect from those breasts a good inch-and-a-half in length..,and I was wearing thin, diaphanous harem pants---the traditional garb for female harem slaves.
I wondered at the purpose of my new appearance...if Amir likes boys---why would they go to so much trouble to make me look like a girl?
I waited behind a curtain in a large, banquet-type room. The men were seated cross-legged in a circle on the floor eating from small tables before them. On the far side of the circle I saw the Old Drug Lord, and to my chagrin, Amir, my new Master was seated with his back to me...I was dying to see what he looked like—if he was, indeed, the man I saw in the courtyard with the children---he was gorgeous!
I continued waiting...the men were in no hurry to finish their meals...I tried to picture what it will be like when I danced before them...I prayed to God I wouldn't disappoint Amir, and force him to whip me before all of these men.
I watched as women removed not only the dishes, but the small tables, as well. Dinner was finally over, and I knew soon it would be my turn to provide the evenings entertainment...I was extremely nervous, to say the the least.
Someone dimmed the lighting; the air became cloudy and heavy with smoke. The men were passing around an intricate-looking smoking device, and each one inhaled deeply when it came their turn to smoke from the pipe.
There was music floating in the air as well, and I saw a man with a flute seated against the far wall, and beside him, another man with a tambourine.
Suddenly, Zayd grabbed me from behind and held me still while someone else pushed down the harem pants. My legs were forced further apart, and there was something slick pressing my anus. It was a tube, and it had been lubricated with some substance, and it was slid entirely inside me then removed and then pushed inside me again.
When my asshole was totally lubricated, a hand wearing a rubber glove took my flaccid penis and smeared paste on it, as well. Next, my balls were given a lighter coating of the sticky substance.
