“I want to see him cum as you fuck him,” Sadaf commanded.
Sadaf’s degrading diatribe had me on fire with arousal. I felt my orgasm building but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of cumming too soon. I could hear Asif’s loins slapping against my ass as he hammered away. I had not even seen Asif, I had only heard his voice, and now he was fucking my ass as his girlfriend rode my face.
“Yes, Asif, I’m getting close!” Sadaf called out, while she continued to stroke my cock.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. Asif’s cock was hammering against my prostate while Sadaf was stroking the life out of my cock. I moaned from beneath Sadaf’s ass and began shooting rockets of cum into the air.
“You’re making him cum Asif!” Sadaf cheered, “Look at his boy penis spit out his pathetic seed.”
Sadaf continued stroking my cock even after my orgasm was abating. I could feel her shift so that her wet pussy was now grinding against my tongue. She was clearly getting close. Sadaf quickly stood and turned around so she could better control my face as she fucked it.
She grabbed my head, wiping my semen from her hand into my hair as she did.
“Make me cum while my man fucks you, boy!” Sadaf demanded, “He’s already made you cum now make us cum!”
Sadaf moaned as she came on my face, her ejaculate wetting my hair and eyes. She rode out her orgasm on my face and slowed allowing her ass to stop with her pucker right over my tongue. Asif was still fucking me hard as Sadaf paused momentarily.
“Let’s stuff this pervert full of real phalluses!” Sadaf proposed, now recovering from her orgasm.
“Asif, roll him over on top of you to allow room for another cock in his ass,” she continued.
Asif rolled me so I was sitting, impaled on his thick cock. I looked up and saw Sadaf, standing naked in front of me waving her hands at the two men Maalik and Haakim behind me.
“Now one of you two join my man in the boy’s ass and the other take his mouth,” Sadaf directed, “I want to see him stretched to his limits, I know we can break him.”
It didn’t take long for Haakim to abide. He stepped in front of me and shoved his cock into my throat as he had done all evening when this perversion started.
“Look at your throat bulge around that man sized penis,” Sadaf laughed, “No man should allow himself to be used this way.”
As Sadaf’s narrative degraded me, I felt Maalik trying to join Asif in my ass. It was clear that he wasn’t going to stop until he was successful. 24 hours earlier, I had never another man’s cock anywhere near me, now I was allowing three strange Pakistani men to fuck me at the same time.
“Gawd!” I mumbled around Haakim’s cock as Maalik muscled his way in balls deep.
“Look at you!” Sadaf laughed, “You’re being stuffed like one of your holiday Turkey’s.”
I couldn’t believe the state of mind into which I was descending. I loved being a naked whore for these three hung Pakistani men as they shared my holes at the same time. My cock was already hard again gaining the Sadaf’s attention.
“Oh, your little boy penis is getting hard again,” Sadaf scoffed, while she walked around us directing the action like a seasoned professional, “having two cocks in your ass must really turn you on.”
“Don’t you dare spill your filth onto my man, you little pervert,” Sadaf warned, “If you do, I will make you lick it off him.”
“Sadaf, plug this boy so he can’t soil me with his filth,” Asif commanded between breaths as he fucked my ass from below.
“I will get the sounding rod,” Sadaf answered as she left the room.
The men continued to fuck me senseless. I was barely aware of the words being spoken around me as I tried to time my breathing between Haakim’s strokes into my throat and the two men rearranging my guts from below. I was incredibly aroused again. Sadaf was right, I was going to orgasm again even though I had already cum twice this evening.
I felt Sadaf’s hand grab my cock and pinch the tip.
“Everyone hold still, I will do this quickly,” Sadaf ordered, as I felt a cold rod skewer my penis in one long single movement. Then I felt the cold metal of what must have been a cock cage cover my shaft.
“He is sounded and caged,” Sadaf declared to my molesters, then the fucking continued.
Not only was I getting fucked by three cocks at the same time; my cock was now being fucked by a metal rod.
“I’m going to feed him from my testicles,” Haakim announced as his cum erupted while he bucked my face in spasms.
Sadaf laughed as she watched me being force fed Haakim’s load.
“This sub-human will let you do anything to him,” Sadaf continued, “What else can we do to break him?”
“I need to use his mouth, Asif advised, as he pushed me off his cock from below then rose to stand in front of me while Maalik continued to pound my ass on his own.
“Clean your anal filth off my penis, whore!” Asif ordered.
I finally got a look at his very thick cock as he pointed it at my open mouth. It was an inch shorter than Haakim’s but twice the circumference.
“Feed me your cum, Asif,” I heard my own voice beg before it was silenced by his thick shaft.
Asif was working his thick shaft back and forth stretching me to my limits as he moaned to signal his orgasm. Another of many Pakistani loads was draining from Asif’s heavy balls into my stomach.
I continued to suck on Asif’s cock after his orgasm to ensure I left his cock clean of residue. When Asif pulled out, Maalik was standing right behind him, stroking his own 8-inch cock, waiting to feed me another dose of his cum.
I took him in my mouth and let him use my throat like a sleeve to stimulate his organ. He unloaded, for the third time today, into my willing mouth as I knelt at his feet, naked. As he finished, I cleaned his cock as I had been trained and then fell onto my hands, exhausted by the abuse I had just endured.
“Let’s move him over to my work area so I can mark him,” Asif said as he stepped back into his jeans and pulled a shirt over his head.
I crawled over to the open concrete floor by the chairs and took my position on my knees waiting to be tattooed.
“On your back boy,” Maalik commanded.
I laid on my back on the cold concrete floor while Asif prepared his tattoo machine. I watched Maalik and Haakim put their robes back on even though their cocks were still partially erect.
The men spoke in Urdu. I assumed they were discussing where and how they wanted me tattooed. I just let it happen. I wanted a permanent mark to remind me how deeply into depravity I had fallen. I heard the buzz of the tattoo needle start and felt the pain as Asif started marking me just above my cock, on my freshly shaved pubic bone.
While Asif carefully did his work, etching and wiping repeatedly. I managed through the pain as his needle pierced the delicate skin on my pubic bone. My cock was still impaled by Sadaf’s sounding rod and the cage rattled as Asif’s needle did its work.
“How long will this take?” Sadaf asked as she stood, still naked above me, “I want to use his face again.”
“You may use his face,” Asif allowed, “but don’t make him move or you will ruin my work.”