Enslaving Doctor Jake Ch. 03

Author Note: Thank you to Vinner0071 for his story idea for this series.

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 Henderson was enslaved as a harem boy to Sheikh Hassan, thanks to his former med school classmate, Chase Williams. Chase's hired men retreated with the boy to the departure site. Chase remained at the villa pondering the boy's fate. He couldn't help but harbor a bit of remorse for Jake. Most of his regret hinged on the fact Chase would never be able to plunder Jacob's sweet ass again. Jake was his first time with a man, and Chase was surprised at how much he enjoyed the experience. Chase admitted to himself that Jacob's pussy was better than any woman he had ever cunted. And Chase had enjoyed A LOT of pussy in his lifetime.

Chase shook his head to clear it of the lustful thoughts. 'I need to get out of here and find a local girl to bang,' he thought. Chase charged out of the villa and headed for his Lambo. He was in such a rush that he never knew what hit him. He was approached from behind and tased, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. Someone wrapped a wet medicated rag around his mouth and nose, tightly securing it in place. Rough hands hiked up Chase's shorts to expose his muscular buttock, and he was stabbed with an injection delivering a powerful drug. Chase never had a fighting chance. Several men were in attendance, and they easily carted Chase Williams away.

When Chase awoke some hours later, he was naked, collared, cuffed, and shackled. He was lying on the floor of a large cargo plane. He couldn't move from his restraints. He started screaming and shouting, "What the fuck is going on?!?" Chase was in a rage.

A man approached him, towering over him as he lay there, and said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

"Look, man!" Chase said, "I don't know what is going on here. There's been some HUGE mistake!"

"No, Dr. Williams," The man replied. "You are the one who is mistaken."

"What?! What do you mean?! Tell me what's going on!" Chase demanded to know.

"It's my distinct pleasure to inform you of your status as a new harem boy to Sheikh Hassan. We are transporting you to your new home," the man replied calmly.

"Fuck that! No!" Chase said. "Jacob is the harem boy, not me. I sold him to the Sheikh. You need to check with Sheikh Hassan on this. He will clear it up for you. This is just a horrible mistake, some misunderstanding! I had a deal with the Sheikh!"

"Oh, this is no mistake," the man retorted. "The Sheikh liked what he saw when you were fucking that doctor bitch friend of yours. You two put on quite the show. You oversold the Sheikh with your performance. He decided to alter your deal and take you both on as harem boys." The man was smiling malevolently at Chase. "Plus, he couldn't risk that you would have a change of heart and alert the American authorities about the doctor's capture."

"No, no, no!" Chase cried. "This can't be happening! That mother-fucker double-crossed me! Let me go! I will pay you a fortune for my release. Just let me go, please!" Chase could not believe this sudden turn of events.

"Not a chance, bitch. The Sheikh is eager to meet his new American faggot." The man was kneeling to Chase and groping the naked slave's body, stroking the boy's meaty cock. "And the good news is you will face your new Master weeks before your doctor friend does," the man taunted him. "You can fill him in when he arrives; give him some new faggot tips!" he laughed.

Chase was enraged and seething. He promised to fight against the Sheikh with every fiber of his being. 'The bastard won't get away with this,' he vowed. 'I will make that son-of-a-bitch pay!'

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Dr. Jake could not believe the vision splayed before him. Chase lay on the floor, vulnerable and enslaved just as he was. Unlike Jake, the bigger stud was denuded of all body hair and locked in chastity. "Chase?" he said, "What the fuck are you doing here?!?" he asked.

Chase looked up at Jake. He was still stunned by the electroshock treatment he had just endured moments ago. "Jacob! Thank God!" he cried, "I've been looking for you for weeks! Thank God I've found you!" He stood up and staggered to Jake, hugging him, and began sobbing into Jake's shoulder. The two naked men were once more together, reunited. Their cocks were side-by-side, although the cool metal from Chase's cage startled Jake.

Jake was stiff and tense as the man embraced him. Jake couldn't believe the man responsible for his sexual subjugation was holding him tightly. Jake pulled away from his ex-lover, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Chase!? How can you behave this way toward me? Like you are my friend and glad to see me!?" Jake was raging at him.

"Jacob, please!" Chase replied. "I am so sorry that I got us into this predicament. Please forgive me!" Chase still had his hands on Jake's shoulders, rubbing them gently. He was pleading with Jake, looking into his eyes. "I know what I did to you was terrible. I promise to do whatever it takes to win back your trust." Chase towered over Jake in physical presence but seemed helpless.

Jake was secretly pleased to absorb this pathetic sight of Chase. The buff stud was emasculated, now bereft of his axillary, torso, and pubic hair. His 8-inch cock was crammed into a confining metal cock cage. Chase might tower half a foot over Jake, but at least Jake still had some vestiges of manhood intact. This once powerful man had been taken down several notches; the irony was not lost on Jake.

"Get your hands off me!" Jake screamed. "I don't want anything to do with you ever again!" With that, Jake swept Chase's hands off him, turned, and walked away. Jake laid himself down on the lower bunk with his back toward Chase.

Chase stared longingly at Jake and his perfect bubble butt. His cock was swelling uncomfortably. If he were uncaged, he would have sidled up to Jake then and there and had another go at his pussy. 'Maybe I will get another crack at you someday, Jacob,' he thought. He sighed and went to lie down on the top bunk above Jake. 'At least I can top you this way, Jacob,' he thought, grinning. It was the only occasion he had smiled since his arrival in the palace.

"Jacob," Chase whispered aloud. "I'm so sorry for everything." Tears were streaming down his face. "I really fucked up your life. I would give anything to restore your freedom."

Chase reflected on the weeks he had spent at the palace thus far as a harem boy. Chase resisted his new role with intense fury and vengeance. The Sheikh was displeased with 'the American' and his utter lack of respect. Chase's will was unbending will. The Master wrongly thought the 'American doctor faggot' would fall into line quickly.

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At their first encounter, the Sheikh admired Chase, "You are such a specimen: tall, well-endowed, with a cocky spirit. I have longed to own an American! When I saw you fuck that boy with such furious vengeance, I knew you would have a proper place here with me. I love taming and breaking in wild stallions!" Sheikh Hassan said.

"You fucking bastard!" Chase shouted. "We had a deal! You have no God-damn honor! Do you?!" He spat at the man.

The prep team warned the Sheik that Chase would be a handful after their experience with him. The team had standing orders to denude any obstinate boy. So with Chase, they relieved him of all his body hair below his neck to demoralize him. Chase was presented to the Sheikh with two guards in tow. The slave's wrists were restrained behind him, and his ankles were chained together. The guards had shocked Chase several times with the slave's collar and cuffs to constrain him.

Sheikh Hassan pulled on Chase's neck chain to lower the boy's head and smacked his face hard in succession. The two guards pushed Chase to his knees, so he was kneeling before his Master. Chase was easily 8 inches taller than the Sheikh. "Listen, bitch! Your attitude is unattractive. You will do well to accept your new life here as my harem boy. Perhaps I can fuck the disrespect out of you!" he threatened.

"No way!" Chase protested. "Leave me the fuck alone! You can't do this! You were supposed to imprison Jacob. That was our deal! Why would you betray me?!"

Sheikh Hassan laughed. "I couldn't pass up the opportunity to seize and imprison two American boys, especially one as delectable as you."

"I will never let you fuck me!" Chase swore to the Sheikh.

The Sheikh began disrobing. "Naeem and Tarek," he addressed the guards holding Chase firmly. "You know what to do."

The guards unchained Chase's wrists and dragged him to the bed. They secured his wrist cuffs squarely to the steel bed frame so that his arms were stretched tightly above him like a 'Y.' "Fuck! Stop this madness!" Chase yelled as the Sheikh stripped, readying himself to fuck the new slave. Chase noted immediately the Master's 8-inch uncircumcised cock. The girth was frightfully big to Chase.

Naeem brought forth a ball gag. When Chase saw it, he clenched his mouth tightly shut. 'No fucking way you're getting that thing in my mouth,' he thought. Tarek pinched Chase's nostrils closed, and as soon as he took a breath, Naeem shoved the gag tightly in Chase's open mouth and tightly secured it around his head. "ARRGHHHH!!! MMPPPGH!!" he yelped with the gag muting him. A look of terror fell over Chase.

The guards unchained his ankle cuffs, securing them to the steel bedposts. Chase was spread eagle. Finally, the men brought a wedge pillow. They propped it under the boy, elevating his bottom to a prime advantage for Sheikh Hassan. "Sir, the American bitch is ready for you now," Naeem announced.

Sheikh Hassan climbed onto the bed as Chase continued to scream in a muffled manner. The Master positioned himself between Chase's legs leaned in and nuzzled the boy's neck. The Sheikh's hard 8-inch cock was rubbed against Chase's 6-pack abs, marking his territory.

With Chase still crying out, the Sheikh smacked his face and said, "Control yourself, bitch!" He wiped tears away from the captive's face. "You must accept your fate. It is the only way."

Chase shook his head NO in vigorous protest. "But look at your rigid cock!" Sheikh Hassan pointed out. He took Chase's circumcised 8-inch penis in his hand and began stroking it. "You may protest outwardly, but your cock betrays you, bitch. You want me to fuck you!" The Master smiled at Chase.

Chase didn't understand why he was aroused. He continued to sob lightly, shaking his head as his new Master probed his anus with his finger. "Mmm, so fucking tight!" The Sheikh spat on his fingers and continued to work on the virginal hole, stretching and kneading it. He prodded and poked, massaging Chase's prostate. Chase had never felt this type of stimulus.

Chase closed his eyes and thought of Jake. He imagined the boy with him at that moment, pleasuring him. Chase's cock grew more rigid with these thoughts of his former lover. His fantasy was interrupted when the Sheikh announced, "Time to lose your cherry, bitch!"

Sheikh Hassan positioned himself at Chase's pussy. His glans was probing at Chase's anal orifice. Chase had no way to counter in his immobilized state. He kept thinking of Jake, that this was the life he had resigned Jake to. Chase watched helplessly as the man eased his cock slowly inside. "Fuck yes, bitch!" the Sheikh howled. The man inched himself until his pubic bone was firmly pressed against Chase's perineum. "I am fucking America!" he laughed. "And you love it!" The man pulled Chase's boner and let it slap against the boy's perfect abs.

The Master thrust his pelvis in and out, owning Chase's pussy. "Your cunt is mine, faggot. You will always be my bitch! There is no turning back for you!"

Chase's mind was spiraling. He was being ravaged physically and mentally. Chase couldn't help but think that he had brought this on himself. He thought of Jake, and regret consumed him.

For survival, Chase closed his eyes and imagined Jake fucking him. He started to moan in ecstasy, and before long, he reached his orgasm. "UHHHHHHHH!" he cried through his gag. Jet after jet of cum shot from Chase's cock, striking his abs, chest, and even landing on his chin.

Sheikh Hassan was pleased. "You horny faggot!" With Chase's rectum clamping down on the Master's cock, the Sheikh came to climax and shot his precious seed deep inside his new American bitch. "I'm seeding your dirty cunt!" The man grabbed Chase's muscular pecs and pinched his nipples hard. "You have one hell of a pussy. But you will need A LOT of training."

He withdrew his cock from Chase's cock. Cum was leaking from the newly christened slave. "Naeem, bring me the cage." Chase was watching intently, a panicked look on his face. "You have a long road ahead of you, bitch," the Master continued. Naeem handed Sheikh Hassan a metallic penis chastity cage. "This chastity cage will be an integral part of your training. You are too arrogant to have a free prick among my harem." The man stuffed Chase's 8-inch penis handily inside the cage and secured it with a padlock. The Sheikh relished the moment stating, "This will help you focus all your energy on your pussy, exactly where it belongs. Your primary sexual organ is your cunt."

The cock cage alone didn't break Chase. Ultimately, the Sheikh had to turn Chase over to his handlers to lead the discipline and bring him into submission. The Sheikh was too busy to devote time and energy, given his heavy demands. The trainers taught Chase the art of taking cock in both his 'mouth pussy' and his 'ass pussy'. The Sheikh expected his harem boys to be willing participants in the bedroom. He could tolerate a docile, passive player. The one thing he would not accept was an obstinate, resistant boy. Chase would need to take the Sheikh as his Master unconditionally. The Sheikh would accept nothing short of that.

Chase learned about new devices such as an O-ring gag and the St. Andrew's Cross. Things of this nature were entirely foreign to him. The trainers had little success so far in defeating and breaking Chase. Although they discovered that Chase was an authentic bisexual, he identified himself as an exclusive top. He ONLY liked to fuck pussy. He refused to allow his pussy to be fucked without a contentious struggle every time.

And the only male pussy that Chase had ever fucked was Jake's. He repeatedly asked where his friend was detained, but the captors ignored his inquiries. The Sheikh was patient with the trainers but was growing weary with 'the insolent American.'

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Chase lay there ruminating on the top bunk with Jake nearby, he took satisfaction in how strongly he resisted the Sheikh, the dirty man who had double-crossed him. He didn't know that his impertinence might result in his sale and transfer to another harem. If that happened, his situation would likely be much worse. Not all Masters were as benevolent as Sheikh Hassan. Plus, he would most certainly never see Jake again.

Chase had been longing and searching for Jake since his arrival. When he asked Sheikh Hassan for information regarding the boy's whereabouts, he was bitterly chastised and told, "The welfare of harem boys is not your concern, bitch. You need to focus your energy on correcting your impudent attitude. Focus all your energy on me, your Master." Chase began to worry that perhaps something bad had happened to Jake. His thoughts ran wild. Perhaps, Jake was taken somewhere else entirely. He may have been traded or sold for a higher price. Could something have gone awry? Could he even be dead? Such prospects were too much for Chase to bear.

Now that he laid his eyes and hands squarely on Jake, Chase knew he was safe for the moment. His fears were calmed at last. Sure Jake was angry with him, and rightfully so. But now Chase could look out for Jake and protect him from this very situation he had unfortunately created for both of them. Chase figured if he was having this much trouble in the new 'palace of hell,' Jake must be faring worse. Chase knew he was stronger than Jake and needed to protect the boy.

Finally, secure with the knowledge that Jake was safe, Chase could rest peacefully. He slowly drifted to sleep for the first time since he had been held captive. Chase had sweet dreams of rescuing Jake and himself from their enslavement. He vowed to prove to Jake that he could be the hero they both needed.

Meanwhile, Jake lay in the bunk below Chase, fuming intensely. He couldn't believe the bastard he formerly loved was just a few feet away from him. Jake wanted to strangle the life out of the cad. He supposed the punishment for such an infraction would be the death penalty. 'Maybe it would be worth it,' Jake thought. But then again, Chase was bigger and stronger, so he doubted he could overpower the brute. When Jake started to hear Chase lightly snore, that sent him over the edge. 'What an asshole!' he thought. 'He has no care in the world and can sleep like a fucking baby!' Jake just lay there stewing in his anger. How could he have been so stupid to squander his virginity on Chase Williams? But even in his anger, the memory caused him to become aroused and rock hard. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'Chase always has control over me,' he lamented. Jake rolled prone on his belly to conceal his erection.

It wasn't more than two hours later that a couple of guards returned in a hustle. "We are here for your afternoon training session, bitch!" they announced, looking at Chase. Chase was still sleeping and was startled from his slumber by their noisy entrance.

"No fucking way!" Chase shouted. "Leave me alone! I've had enough, you bastards!" The men pulled him down from the bunk. Chase was thrashing wildly, so they activated his collar and cuffs. The electroshocks threw him to the ground convulsing in agony. "Ouch! Fuck!" he yelled.

It was a full minute of retribution before the men stopped shocking him. "Why do you resist so much? You know we will win in the end! You will be a dutiful faggot for Sheikh Hassan after we finish with you!" Chase was a limp puddle on the floor. The men helped him up and led him out of the dormitory.

Jake had watched the scene unfold and was horrified. It was true. He didn't like Chase, but he didn't care to see anyone treated cruelly. He wondered what the men had in store for Chase. Whatever it was, he imagined it would be horrifying.

Jake was getting the lay of the land. Some other harem boys were up and socializing. One of the young men was observing him and the event with Chase. Jake approached him, smiling and greeting, "Hello, I'm new here." Jake wasn't sure of local customs and procedures.

The boy was several years younger than Jake, around 25 years old. He was the same height as Jake at 5 ft 10 inches but smaller, trimmer build, 150 lbs. He was dark-complected. He appeared to be a native of the Middle East. He was wearing a fuchsia jockstrap, which concealed a 7-inch endowment. "Hello," the boy replied, smiling back warmly. The boy could not conceal his admiration for Jake and his beautiful naked body.

"My name is Jake. Pleased to meet you," Jaked hoped to present a friendly and respectful demeanor.

"I am Kamran," he said. "You seem to know the other American?" referring to Chase.

"Yes, I know Chase," Jake answered. "We are old classmates."

"I see," Kamran acknowledged. "He hasn't been very friendly. He won't socialize with the rest of us. He hasn't even shared his name. He foolishly clings to the notion that he won't be here long," Kamran continued. "Your friend seems to think an escape from Sheikh Hassan is possible. We thought all Americans might be like that, but you seem different."