The Chastised Slave of New Mecca 2
Copyright© 2026 by Vanquished One
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Jailed in the slave barracks adjacent to the slave market I along with my batch of freshly enslaved men are put through our paces by Arabian female guards and their Black male lackeys. I get a reprieve from the heavy labor when the sadistic Commandant took it upon himself to teach me what was expected sexually of slaves in New Mecca, a cyber-city in the heart of the Arabian desert. He proved that I was the slave most willing to embrace homosexuality if it meant doing less work.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual NonConsensual Rape Slavery BiSexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture Interracial Black Male White Male Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting
A coarse rope was tied around my genitals; another length was tied around my wrists. Triumphantly, the guards paraded me out onto the grounds, where the other slaves were hauling sandbags and stones, and brought me before the Commandant, sitting upon his chair atop the platform. He gestured for the lackeys to bend me over. I whined thinking they were going to rape me again, but instead, I felt the coldness of a probe being inserted in my ass. It slid in easily and the guard holding it called out the reading.
“Ah, your ass is so much looser now, slave,” delighted the Commandant. “But we must set an example for the other slaves—string him up!—” I gasped in horror!
The lackeys manhandled me to a gallows—I felt so singled out. In my broken state I couldn’t help whimpering when they attached the rope binding my wrists to the gallows. Some slaves helped by filling a net with stones until I was lifted off the ground and hung by my wrists. I felt the stretch along my entire length as my arms became tout under the load of my body weight. A rope was bound around my ankles from which a net hung. I whined as more weight was added by adding stones to the net. The intense stretching pain made me sob, but it got worse.
I whined louder when the rope tied to my genitals was pulled away from my body, forcing my back into an arc, my legs dangled beneath my body and arms pulled back—it was a painful pose.
I gazed along the length of rope gripping my genitals and saw it attached to the genitals of another slave also strung up. Could it be my friend from the other night? If he was then he’d suffered the same fate as me. We remained there to suffer and be on display for the other slaves, and each other as we found ourselves gazing at the body of the other. We whimpered pathetically from the torture.
Outstretched before me was a body of the most sexual and sleazy type. His skin shone as if oiled, his nipples big and vulgar and his padded body writhed sensually as he suffered being strung up the gallows. The sight of our genitals being connected by the same rope aroused me further, so I flashed him my stout penis.
Only after the remaining slaves had been relieved from their punishments were we finally lowered from the gallows. We both hobbled on our feet and needed the aid of the lackeys to remain upright.
The lackeys held us up and dragged us back to the wall where the gibbet was. I watched my companion being shoved in so his back was against the wall. He was a sexually obscene sight being completely naked. I then got pressed up against him as the gibbet was closed around us such that our bodies were squeezed and squished up against one another, our genitals pressed together, squirming and rubbing together. Not only that, but our faces were brought together so we gazed into each other’s eyes.
The bars of the gibbet pressed into the flesh of my back, buttocks and thighs, giving ample flesh for the guards to poke and prod with their batons and pinch and tug with their fingers—I moaned from the pain and sensuality of being pressed up to such a cushy body.
It didn’t take long for our penises to become hard as they rubbed together, pressed between our soft bodies. Our sweaty skin slid and slipped against each other, adding more sensuality. The warmth and softness of his body felt comfortable even if my back was being tortured.
“Looks like we’ve caged a pair of lovebirds,” the guards teased.
The guard slid her baton between my legs just under my bulging ass. Despite my legs being so tightly pressed together, it slid easily owing to how sweaty we were. The guards delighted at the degrading symbolism of seeing it slide back and forth as I sighed.
With my buttocks bulging through the gaps in the bars, they were vulnerable to the cane–I jolted violently when the cane struck, pushing up harder against the soft body of my companion.