Sadaf took a seat on my face with her back facing Asif.
“I don’t think he’s broken yet,” Sadaf theorized, as her full weight rested on my already bruised lips.
“He’s broken enough to allow me to tattoo his little boy penis,” Asif argued.
“I want to destroy his limits,” Sadaf whined, “Maalik do I have permission to pee in his mouth?”
“You can do as you like, Sadaf, just don’t kill him,” Maalik laughed.
I watched as Sadaf lifted her cunt off my swollen mouth and squatted over me. I held my mouth open willingly, aroused by what would disgust a sane person. Sadaf’s warm stream sprayed out onto my face, splashing into my eyes and hair as she adjusted her aim.
“Drink my piss, you pig,” Sadaf growled, “don’t spill it.”
I swallowed the acrid fluid from her bladder. Sadaf was a beautiful woman, but drinking her piss would never cross the mind of the man I was two days ago. Now I found myself getting hard against my cock cage as I tried to keep up with her stream.
“I am nearly finished,” Asif announced, “Don’t drown him, Sadaf.”
“Lick me clean,” Sadaf ordered as she finished using me as her human toilet.
“Get him a towel,” Maalik ordered, “I don’t want him in my car like that.”
Sadaf returned with a rag, and dried my face as Asif finished the tattoo above my cock.
“Here’s the key to the cage, Maalik,” Sadaf told Maalik, as she handed him a small key.
When Asif finished, I looked at my cock to see the script shaped in an arc over my caged cock. I assumed it was in Urdu even though it looked like Arabic script to me.
“What does it say?” I asked Asif, while I watched Sadaf put her clothes back on.
“Maalik’s slut,” Asif answered, smiling, “Now when other Pakistani men use you for their pleasure, they will know who to thank.”
“Thank you, Asif,” Maalik said, shaking Asif’s hand, “We will have him back to you over the weekend so he can continue to work off what he owes you for this tattoo.”
“Think about letting me place a ring in his tiny scrotum,” Asif recommended, “It can be helpful as you train him further or even restrain him.”
“I will take it under consideration,” Maalik answered.
“Let’s get him back to the house, Haakim,” Maalik said, “It is after midnight, and he has to be at work in the morning.”
“He can’t go to work,” Sadaf scoffed, “Look at his mouth, he looks like he’s gone 8 rounds in a boxing match after the way we fucked his mouth all night. His lips are twice their normal size.”
Maalik ignored my condition and grabbed my arm to walk me out of the building. I followed the two men back through the storage racks to the back door. Soon we were outside again in the warm summer air. I was walking toward the SUV naked, with my cock impaled by a rod and locked in a cage.
I felt the sudden urge to vomit, and I ran to a small square of grass before spilling my guts on the grass. I could smell urine as I emptied my guts violently, bent over with my hands on my knees. I guess I had officially reached my limit.
“Should we just leave him here, brother,” I heard Haakim ask Maalik.
“I don’t want him back in my SUV if he is going to get sick again,” Maalik worried, “Let’s leave him here.”
While I was still keeled over, I looked up and yelled, “Wait!” as the Pakistani brothers started the SUV and drove away.
I was naked in public, with my sounded cock locked in a cage, nearly blind with nearsightedness, in a warehouse district in a not-so-good part of town.
I walked back to the warehouse and climbed the stairs to the metal door and started pounding hoping to get let in. As I kept pounding on the door, a dark van slowly circled into the parking lot. I stood stunned as the van slowly approached my position. I squinted as the headlights blinded my already blurred vision. I head the doors open as people got out.
“Looks like we found a wild one boys” I heard one of them say.
I felt the stun of a Taser striking my naked abdomen. My knees buckled and I rolled down the steal stairs onto the concrete. As the Taser depleted, I felt myself being dragged by my ankles across the pavement. I was lifted into the back of the dark panel van, and the doors were slammed shut leaving me in darkness.
“Just let me go,” I said, “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Yes, you will,” the driver said, “we’re going to make a lot of money selling your queer ass all over town.”
“But our associates need you to be totally naked,” one of the nasty cohorts said sitting next to me on the floor, “you’re not totally naked until we shave your fuckin’ head and eyebrows.”
“Ever seen a queer without eyebrows?” he laughed, “everybody knows you’re a freak if you’re willing to shave off your eyebrows.”
As the van rumbled onto the freeway, I felt my gaping ass being filled with one of the men’s cocks.
“Rob, goddammit, do you always have to be the first guy in!” the driver complained.
I got up on all fours to let Rob fuck me, hoping to show cooperation and maybe preserve my safety. I heard laughing and looked up to see the nasty man approaching me with a pair of shears in his hand.
I watched my hair fall on the van floor as Rob started to groan, filling my ass with cum.
Epilogue: Two Years Later
After that night, I never returned to work. I never saw Maalik again. I have no idea what happened to my car or my apartment. I presume my family thinks I’m dead.
I’ve been living for the last year in the back of a meth lab in a very rural town with a population of around 10,000. The town is just big enough to support a midsized meth operation run by a group of tweekers who call themselves a motorcycle gang.
My head and eyebrows remained shaved bare as does my cock. It still says “Maalik’s slut” in Urdu script on my pubic bone. My lips are now tattooed a freakish red color, in the shape of a heart, like you’d see on a Japanese Concubine in Kabuki theater.
A large tattoo that says “GIMP” is tattooed across the front of my throat. I haven’t worn a stitch of clothing since I left my shorts and sandals in my car at Maalik’s. I’ve lost almost 60 pounds making me look even more freakish with my 6’3″ frame.
I lost most of my teeth to my meth addiction or to one of the men who decided I did’t suck their cock the way they liked. I get fucked by everyone, all them time, in every possible way. I’m willing to do anything to get my next hit of meth.
When I do start spinning it makes me wildly horny and I beg for cock and cum. I’ve been sold 3 times and I’m amazed I am still alive. As I write this, it’s been almost 4 hours since I’ve taken someone’s cock. That’s the longest stretch I can remember in the past month of my existence.