The Chastised Slave of New Mecca
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - I never thought I would see the splendor of New Mecca as not only was it deep in the heart of the Arabian Desert but off limits to infidels. So it came as a shock to find myself trafficked there to be a slave. The city was full of slaves and beautiful women that would be forbidden to me. Thus to save me from castration, my penis had to be securely locked by my firm-handed Arabian master. But with so many beauties to temp me, was it a mercy or a torture?
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The metal of the gangway clattered under the booted footfalls of the guard, who crossed the gangway above me as the top of the cells were open. He looked down at me laying on the padded floor and bordered by the four padded walls of cell 313.
I seemed to look nothing out of the ordinary to him, laying there naked except for the chastity device sheathing my penis. In addition, my hands were sheathed in a pair of punishment gloves intended to prevent me from self-touching. I had been caught on camera and this was the punishment.
They reiterated to me that my body didn’t belong to me anymore and I needed permission to touch myself for the purpose of self-pleasure.
The guard was decked out from head to toe in body-armor and carried a snub-nosed firearm, all of which I thought were overkill for a facility such as this—what could realistically happen—a riot of butt-naked slaves, junk out and all. If nothing it impressed on me the futility of resisting.
The next thing I knew he unzipped his fly and flopped out his penis; he aimed it right at me. I clenched my eyes and mouth shut but didn’t attempt to dodge it as his yellow urine sprinkled me.
He strode off along the gangway, leaving me laying in a pool of his urine. There I remained staring up at the warehouse roof framed by the four walls of my cell. Above me were speakers that droned constantly repeating the same rules over and over again:
“You are the property of the sultan; HE owns your body; do not touch what doesn’t belong to you.”
“Obey all instructions, no matter who gives them; it isn’t your place to decide who can and who cannot give you orders; if we are unhappy with who gave you orders, we will deal with it; just obey.”
“If you have no instructions, remain still and save your energy for work. When you work, perform the work quietly as per your training; do not deviate from your training even if you think of a better way; independent thought will not be tolerated.”
“If you are caught having sex with another slave of the same sex, you both will be castrated.”
“If you have sexual relations with a woman, you will be hung by your genitals until you are dead...”
It went on and on like this further indoctrinating me into my new status as a slave. The monotony was finally broken when I heard the click of the lock and my favorite orderly peered in.
“Time for your toilet, 3-1-3?” With the cost of decking out all these guards for World War IV, you would think they could at least afford to put a toilet in my cell, but alas, I had to be escorted to a shared toilet.
As per the routine, I got up and stood passively while the orderly clipped a leash to my penile ring.
“Couldn’t hold it in, 3-1-3?” he said after smelling the stench. I didn’t even attempt to explain.
He led me to the solitary squatting toilet shared by all the inmates along the corridor. I shamelessly squatted over it as the orderly observed me. I was so stress during my initial days in the facility that I couldn’t get myself to go, so the orderly had to personally flush my colon out with water. Now I had become so trained that I shat almost as soon as I squatted my ass over the bowl.
It was no mere hole in the ground but a fancy squatting toilet with a bidet that did a good job cleaning my ass with a jet of water after I was done.
I did this all the while the orderly complained casually about the long hours and poor pay. He complained bitterly about the hazmat-lady whom he called the boss-lady. He complained that she was doing inappropriate things with the “residents,” and I could only be reminded of my own bizarre encounters with her.
I stood up ready to return to my cell but he gestured at my balls, “It’s time for you to drain those too; come Nipples—” the nickname the orderlies had given me on account of my larger than average nipples. I held up my gloved hands to him as to say, “How?”
He tugged on the leash and led me to another cell. Upon entering, I was confronted with the sight of two orderlies sexually molesting a slight Filipino woman. She was naked and bent over with an orderly fiddling with her anus.
“We’re gonna need to bleach this asshole,” he said before turning to see what just walked in, “At least ya don’t need your asshole bleached, aye Nipples.”
The woman whined in her distinctive Filipino accent as he stuck his finger in deeper. I was struck by how petite the woman was with an adorable ass. I couldn’t help feeling jealous at how these oafish orderlies could have their way with such a cutie.
The orderly undid the buckles securing the gloves to my hands and slid them off. He then fiddled around unlocking the padlock that held my chastity device on. I felt a relief when he slid it off freeing my penis.
“You stand here and jack off while we have some fun.”
I was pent up so didn’t hesitate to begin stroking myself as I watched the orderlies have their way with the girl. I still had some modesty left and felt awkward masturbating in front of others, but my sexual arousal heightened watching the poor girl’s ass being stretched and the pitiful cries she made. I got a sexual thrill out of the sadistic nature of what was being done to her.
My arousal made me shameless and I began stimulating my own nipples as I gyrated my pelvis while attempting to remain standing, which was a struggle. I couldn’t resist and began fingering my own asshole as I sighed. With all the stimulation, both sensory and visual, I soon shot my wads of cum what I thought was an impressive distance out in front of me. I noticed the orderlies laughing at me and became self-conscious as my orgasm subsided.
“Is that all? Keep going—drain those balls while you can,” the orderly laughed.