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By the end of that electrically charged hour, the Sheikh had work up a major sweat as the heat of the day matched the fire in his eyes. The Sheikh was deeply angered by his inability to break the jungle boy’s spirit and sulked in the teetering comfort of an old chair, but took some entertainment in watching the jungle boy flex the inner muscles of his groin, trying to purge the unattended beaded metal probe still planted deep and steadfast within his young body. Almost as if losing patience, Regis let out a disgusted sigh and grabbed onto the dangling handle of the probe.
“Let me help you get rid of that, you feisty little buck.”
The jungle boy screamed as Regis maliciously yanked the rasping probe out of the boy’s rigid phallus. As the last of the probe slide out, the flow of semen continued first with a gush and then throttling back down to a steady trickle. The sobbing jungle boy shed tears as Regis forced him open his mouth and lick the probe clean with his quivering tongue.
The Sheikh was amused, “Well played, my good man.”
With the bedside manner of cynical physician, Regis guided the wild youth through that disgusting chore, “That’s a good little beasty, lick it clean. I don’t want a single drop of your cum left on it.”
When he deemed it clean enough, Regis stowed the cruel probe back in the case and then turned his attention to cheering up his Arab master.
Gracefully, Regis approached his master, “Your Highness, with all this heat, maybe it would be more productive to cool things off a bit.”
“What are you getting at, my trusted servant?” The Sheikh pondered.
Regis handed the Sheikh a pair of thick leather gloves, “I’ve prepared something extra special for this occasion.”
With curiosity abuzz in his head, the Sheikh wiggled his hands into the gloves as his attaché opened up a sub-compartment buried deeper in the large metal case. A hiss of air accompanied a cloud of mist into the still heat of the prison cell that was heavily scented with testosterone. Using a towel, Regis lifted a large ice-dildo into view as if it were a fine piece of jewelry. It was thick and its diameter undulated drastically along its impressive length. The glistening shaft of ice sparkled and cracked as it met the heat of the room and left a floating trail of mist as it was walked over to the smiling Sheikh.
The Sheikh’s eyes bulged, “Oh, you have out done yourself this time my good man. This should be very interesting.”
The distraught jungle boy had never seen anything like it before and did not know what to make of it, but braced himself for the worse anyway. So intense was the cold of the ice-dildo, the Sheikh could sense its icy burn through the thick leather of the gloves. He raised it up like a sword and he gleamed as it glistened. One drop of this frozen phallus dripped down his arm and stimulated goose bumps over his hairy flesh. He rested cock-sicle between the jungle boy’s shoulder blades. The Sheikh chuckled as the boy shivered from the cold as much as he shuddered from the fear wondering where it was going to end up. The boy tried to arch his back away from the chill but the Sheikh was able to anticipate every oscillation of his musculature. The ice-dildo slowly slid down the center of his back hugging every bump of his spine. As the shaft of ice slid into the crack of his ass, the jungle boy tried to pull his buttocks away. The Sheikh freed one hand from the ice-dildo and swiftly reached through the boy’s thunderous thighs and grabbed onto his still throbbing member. Throttling the boy’s oversized manhood backwards through his legs, he forced the boy to present his glorious hole. The Sheikh had the jungle boy’s cock bent back so painfully far, his huge fuzzy balls were almost shoved into his manhole. Wasting no time or mercy, the Sheikh crammed the ice-dildo into the jungle boy’s previously defiled ass. When the Sheikh released the jungle boy’s cock, it sprung forward and slapped against his stomach. The boy screamed as he tried to lift himself of the penetrating shaft of ice by pulling up on his shackles, but the Sheikh had control on the situation as he pushed it even deeper in to the boy’s inner sanctum.
The island master stepped in for a closer look, “Well, I never thought of doing that. I am truly in the presence of a master.”
“You can thank my good man Regis for this.” The Sheikh growled.
The jungle boy’s hips rolled around violently as if twirling an invisible hula-hoop, sending gobs of his still purging cum flying around the room. And no matter how much he pressured his anus to push the frozen phallus out, the Sheikh kept pushing it back in. But with every pump of the ice-dildo into the jungle boy’s tortured ass, the cold numbed the nerves of his hole. And in turn, the heat of his hole started to melt the ice-dildo. But about twenty minutes into this torture, the jungle boy started to enjoy it as his ass filled with the water of the melting dildo. His screams turned into moans as he stopped resisting the frozen assault. The melted water trickling over his balls and down the inside of his thighs was enough to trigger another surge of an orgasm. As the boy’s semen shot out, the Sheikh got angrier and thrust the dwindling ice-dildo harder and deeper into the compromised wild youth.
The Sheikh spat out, “Scream damn you! Beg for mercy, you filthy beast!”
The jungle boy looked back and simply gasped, “More.”
In frustration, the Sheikh ripped the ice-dildo from the jungle boy’s ass, a spill of water and shit drained from the boy’s enfeebled manhole as the wretched lad let a rapturous yell. As if vying to be the alpha male of this dog park, or just looking for more abuse, the jungle boy taunted the Sheikh by blowing him a kiss. The island master wondered if the boy realized the shit storm this would send his way. And sure enough, the Sheikh responded.
“You impudent bastard.”
Sheikh Al swung what was left of the dildo into the boy’s head. The island master and the attaché shielded themselves as an explosion of ice shards sprayed across the room. The dazed jungle boy shook his head as lacerations to his face started to bleed. The Sheikh stepped over to the metal case and quickly swapped the leather gloves for an official pair of “Ultimate Fighter” gloves.
As the Sheikh struggled into the tight black gloves, “Gentlemen, if you would like to help me teach this beast a lessen in how to be subservient, you will find another pair of gloves in the case.”
The island master smiled as he slid out of his jacket as Regis handed him a pair of gloves, “I’ll be glad to help you to that end, but I wouldn’t expect to achieve that lofty goal. He is quite resilient.”
The Sheikh takes a deep breath, “I’d still would like to test that.” He turns to his attaché, “Regis, would you like to join in, even though there are not enough gloves for you.”
“Yes, your Highness, I would like to join in and my patent leather shoes are all I need in the way of gloves.”
