Author Note: Thank you to Vinner0071 for his counsel and advice regarding this story.
Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 21 years or older. Trigger warning--this story contains homophobic slurs.
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Dr. Jake worried as Sheikh Hassan confronted him with the knowledge, the knowledge that his Master knew Jake had fucked Chase. As a harem boy, Jake might have guessed this was against the rules, but he didn't know it with certainty.
"Your facial expression gives you away, bitch!" the Sheikh proclaimed. "Did I not express that your pussy was mine and mine alone!"
Jake answered him, "Yes, Sir. But..." The Master slapped Jake to silence the slave's rebuttal.
"Then why did you disobey me, you insolent American bitch!" he smacked Jake across his face again.
"Sir, may I speak, please?" Jake begged. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked at his Master.
The Sheikh was visibly angry, standing naked and pacing as Jake lay on the bed. "You may speak, bitch!"
"Sir," Jake spoke, choosing his words carefully, "I learned your faithful trainers were having limited progress with your American harem boy. I understood this was trying your patience, Sir. Having previous knowledge of the slave, I thought I might be able to convince this American faggot to submit to you." Jake was treading cautiously, "I did this all for you, Master. It was for you and you alone! It was to bring him into line. You have to remember how much I hate him for his betrayal of me, Sir! He means nothing to me now!"
The Master was still volatile, shouting at Jake, "Your purpose here is not to think and plan! You are here to serve and follow orders!" He slapped Jake's ass cheeks in succession several times. "You are here so I can fuck your ass! Do you think you are some fucking neurosurgeon still?! Well, you are certainly not, harem boy! That life no longer exists! Do you understand me?!"
The words hurt Jake deeply. He was reminded once more that his professional identity was no more. He was beginning to hate this man, his Master. Still, Jake replied to him, "Yes, Sir. I am strictly your faithful harem boy, a faggot bitch, and nothing more."
The Master calmed down a little bit. "The only good thing to come from your misbehavior is that your bitch friend had his best session with my trainers today!" he spat at Jake.
Jake was relieved to hear it. His plan had worked. Jake could hardly contain an expression of joy which the Sheikh noticed. "Don't get too excited, bitch," the Master chided him. "You stupid boy! At the very least, you should have sought my approval first. I would have denied you, of course. But I wouldn't be dealing with your idiocy right now. You were destined to be my favorite of the harem!" the Master almost whined to Jake. "I guess Kamran will remain my pet."
Jake was floored that Kamran was seemingly the one to betray his confidence. It was a lesson to Jake that no one could be trusted moving forward.
The Master continued, "Back to your punishment. Let's see. Perhaps your faggot friend should join us for this." Without any notification, Naeem and Tarek hustled in with Chase in tow.
Jake smiled covertly at Chase and winked, hoping that Chase would understand. It was his way of communicating to him, 'We've got this. Remember our plan.' Jake had drilled into Chase the goal of internalizing and fantasizing that Jake was his sex partner at all times. Apparently, it had worked since Sheikh Hassan reported Chase's earlier training session was the slave's most successful.
"Hello, faggot bitch!" Sheikh Hassan greeted Chase. "I can't wait to fuck you again. This time I expect you to willingly submit to me, just as you did to your faggot friend this morning!" Chase was startled by the Master's knowledge of his liaison with Jake. Chase kept his composure and was quiet. "No more need for Naeem and Tarek to hold and tie you down! You will be a good harem boy to your Master!"
The guards brought Chase before Sheikh Hassan and pushed the slave to his knees. The Master commanded, "Suck my superior cock, you dirty American faggot!"
Without any words, Chase took the large 8-inch cock and began to kiss and lick it. It was hard to conceptualize that it was Jake's because of obvious discrepancies. It was easily 2 inches longer, much girthier, and uncircumcised. Nonetheless, Chase closed his eyes and went to work. He fixated his energy on that man's cock, giving it the attention he had never given another man. The room of men was impressed by Chase's performance, even Jake. "Fuck!" the Master bellowed. "You have become an excellent cock sucker! I have a good little bitch on his knees, where he belongs!"
Sheikh Hassan was so overcome having this massive 6 foot 2 inch American brute sucking him off lasciviously that he reached his orgasm in minutes, shooting his potent seed deep into Chase's gullet. The Master held tightly to Chase's head but had no cause to worry. Chase wasn't going to pull away. He imagined sucking all of Jake's cum deep into his belly, humming, "Mmmmm, so yummy, Sir!"
"I am deeply impressed, faggot. You have come a long way," the Sheikh admired, rubbing Chase's lips and cheeks. The Master pulled his faggot up by the collar and grabbed his buttocks. "Now it's time to reclaim your ass," he said. He shoved Chase onto the bed. There was plenty of room for both of his American harem boys. Sheikh Hassan taunted Jake, "Now you will see how a real man fucks American pussy!"
The Master had Chase lay on his back so he could fuck the slave missionary style. Chase remained docile, complying with his Master's orders. "Pull your thighs back, slave," he ordered. "Show me that pussy!" Chase displayed his pussy for his Master. Just as with Jake, the Sheikh wasted no time in anal foreplay. He spat on Chase's beautiful hole, wetting the glans of his mushroom head as it probed the resistant orifice. Then in a massive thrust, he drove deep inside Chase, screaming, "Oh fuck yes, you are a tight American faggot bitch!" Sheikh Hassan fucked his muscular American prize. "I want to hear you scream!" he wailed at Chase.
Chase was taking the cock like a champ. "Oh fuck! Yes!" he cried. The cock was hitting his g-spot, giving him ecstasy. Chase remembered his lesson with Jake. "Oh, yes! I'm going to cum. Fuck yes, Jacobbbb!!" he cried and spewed his load despite his chastity cage.
Sheikh Hassan was astonished that the slave had cum while in chastity and that he shouted another man's name. The Master was enraged, frustrated, but overcome with his own desire as he released his load deep inside Chase, "Oh fuck!" He cried out while bitch slapping Chase in anger and lust.
The Master immediately pulled out of Chase's ravaged hole and said, "Who do you think you are? You little bitch! You cum in chastity! You yell out another bitch's name while I fuck you!" He smacked Chase again and again while Chase lay there, closing his eyes thinking only of Jake.
Jake observed the scene, and anger swelled within him. He hated to see Chase abused by the Master. Sheikh Hassan was becoming a monster in his eyes.
Sheikh Hassan got up from the bed. He was seething and formulating another plan. He screamed at Chase, "You dare to call out that faggot's name! You want that bitch to fuck you?! Well, alright then, he will!"
Chase was confused by this statement, and so was Jake. "My faggot bitch and I will fuck you simultaneously," Sheikh Hassan smiled maliciously.
Chase was panicked. The Sheikh clearly meant that he was going to get double penetrated. This scared him immensely. Chase didn't particularly enjoy bottoming, and the idea of taking two dicks up his chute was too much to bear. It was challenging enough to take one cock.
"No, please, Sir!" Chase begged him. "I can't do that. You'll kill me! Please, I beg you! Have mercy on me!"
