Subject: Becoming A Kafir Faggot Whore Part 9 Thanks for all the feedback on Part 8 If you like this or other stories on , please consider a small donation to keep it free: fty/ ————————————————————————- He slipped out of my mouth and continued to fire a couple more ropes of cum over my face as I swallowed the load he shot in my mouth. “That was amazing!” he declared. “Was that your first blow job?” I enquired. “Yeah, but it’s not going to be the last, that’s for sure!”. I was secretly proud of having given him his first bj experience. His cock was still rock hard and I found myself staring at it, finding myself licking the remaining cum off of the tip and gently moving my lips up and down the shaft. I grabbed my phone, handed it to him and asked “Can you take a photo, please?”. He took the phone and with his hard, young cock resting on my face he took a photo of my cum painted face, grinned and confidently said “Yes, fuck boy – good kafir faggot”. ————————————————————————- I was now a kafir faggot to Asif the shop keeper and his son. Quite the afternoon. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Tariq. But I think you can call me Master Tariq, hmm?” he smirked. “Of course, Master Tariq”. “Fuck that was good. I’m going to being getting you to suck me off more from now on. And since I know where you live…” – he handed my phone back to me. A bit of me died. There was no way back from this. “I have to go. Thanks, faggot. See you next time” and he left, me still on my knees with his cum on my face. I unlocked my phone and sent the pic to Dee, then decided I needed a shower before heading to East London. I went upstairs to have a shower. I turned the water on and walked into my bedroom, removing my clothes en route. I reached under my pillow to retrieve Mo’s briefs and took a sniff. About to start having a wank, I thought that if Dee istanbul travesti asked me if I had been wanking he might not be happy so I reluctantly stopped and walked naked into the bathroom to take a shower. Soaping up my body, my dick began to stir as I replayed the afternoon’s events in my mind. As my cock pulsated, my mind was focused not on Asif, but his son forcing me to do the same for him. I stopped “soaping” my cock for fear of cumming, washed off and stepped out of the shower. I had to get into London so I picked out some clean clothes and got ready to head to the station. I had calculated that I should leave with about 10 minutes spare so as not to be late and got the train to East London. On the way there, it struck me that I had no idea what was going to happen but that maybe this was my lot now – to be available to doms when required. It felt… different but strangely comforting. I was enjoying not being in control, it was just the uncertainty that made me a little anxious. Just after I got on the train, my phone buzzed and Dee exclaimed “Who the fuck is that?!?”. I replied: “It’s the shopkeeper’s teenage son – he saw his dad fucking me and decided he wanted a piece of the action.” “You fucking whore! Well done, bitch”. He was evidently proud of me taking the initiative. Almost on auto pilot, I found myself heading up the stairwell to Dee’s flat for the second time. I glanced at the clock on my phone and saw I had a few minutes to spare. I slowed my walk and timed it so that I was at the front door with a minute to spare. And I pushed the door bell. Butterflies began in my stomach. I couldn’t hear any movement. I checked the door number, confirming it was correct and continued to wait. I then saw the shadow of someone approaching the door and it opened. I was about to say something but Dee was on the phone: “Yeah, yeah, bruv. Sure thing. The new faggot has just arrived so don’t be too long” istanbul travestileri and he hung up. Looking at me in the eye he simply said “Enter and strip” I did as I was told immediately and removed the little clothing I was wearing. I was looking at the floor and he ordered me to kneel and then walked back into the flat. I couldn’t see anything other than his feet but I felt his hands wrestle a lycra hood over my head. It had no eyes, covered my nose and the chin was open. He adjusted it and then I felt a collar being secured around my neck, followed by the clicking of a chain. Dee then walked away and after a minute or so, I realised that he had left me there. I had no other choice but to remain. I zoned out, just trying to make sense of the ambient noise, thinking some more about the afternoon and was startled by a knock on the door. Dee returned and opened the door saying “You were quick. Come in.” The newly arrived person didn’t say anything but I felt a hand gently stroke my head and then work its way down my back, part my arse cheek slightly and gently rub my pucker. “Mmm, nice fuckhole!” I wasn’t sure if it was Mo, but it didn’t sound like him. “Come on, fucker” he said. I thought he meant me but then I realised there was another person with him. the shuffled past me down the hallway into one of the rooms and then I felt the chain tug on my neck and Dee say “stand”. I complied and felt some cuffs being put on my hands as they were secured behind my back. Dee pushed me forwards, steering me down the corridor. I had no idea what was about to unfold but I could feel my heart racing and the prospect of other people being present was strangely arousing. I was turned and entered what I knew was the lounge. Dee announced: “So this motherfucker has successfully carried out the last challenge I set him but exceeded my expectations and fucking gave the shopkeeper’s son his first BJ! What do you think travesti istanbul of that?!?” “No fucking way! He’s coming along nicely, Dee” said the other guy. He had a very deep voice – it wasn’t Mo. Sounded almost African but with an South London lilt. “Let’s see how his oral skills are developing…” I felt the dog chain being lifted and passed to the other guy. He then tugged it and grunted “Come ‘ere, lad”. I shuffled as best I could and fell forward, as it happened into his lap. I’m sure this was intended. I could sense that he was wearing trackies and my face had fallen unmistakably onto his manhood. I could feel the density of his semi soft dick, it was quite remarkable even in this state. Next his hand was behind my head and he moan long and deep with satisfaction as my face rubbed against his growing dick. He then slid the top of his trackies down and I could smell the unmistakeable scent of a dick leaking pre-cum and also slightly smelling of piss. He tugged the chain once more and said “Lick”. I stuck my tongue out and started to find his helmet, then tried to engulf it with my mouth. I was met with a slap on the face and the command “I said lick, not suck”. “Sorry, Sir” I apologised as I resumed licking the tip of his dick. I could sense that he had a lot of foreskin. I thought this weird thinking all Muslims were circumcised but the thought didn’t linger for long. I heard a zipper – I presumed Dee’s – followed by the obvious sound of cock sucking. Me and my anonymous sub brother were in the throes of full on fellatio to the satisfaction of our doms. I could feel the dick in front of me getting harder and rising – I responded by working the growing shaft, groans and moans now becoming more frequent. And I was then told “Go down, bitch. Give me a nice deep service”. I tried my hardest – the dick was pretty fucking large and I was struggling not to choke, but this seemed to amuse my dom as he responded with more groans of satisfaction. “Hey Jamal – do you reckon he’ll be able to take you balls deep?” asked Dee. “There’s only one way to find out, ain’t there?!”. This was going to be a long session indeed. ————————————————————————