Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2016 23:48:29 +0700
From: Kasper Paradox <paradox_88@outlook.com>
Subject: Bangkok Breakdown chapter 6

Chapter:	6

He couldn't see it, but Tom was brought into an elegant room. The chic
interior was without a doubt inspired by palaces from the Ottoman
Empire. The walls were coated with an expensive red fabric. All the details
on the walls and on the furniture were golden.  It was not hard to imagine
Middle Eastern sultans using a room like this to be pleasured by their
harem.

When Tom's blindfold was removed, he saw Roo, the boy that he had talked to
during his last moments of freedom, in the bar on Bangkok's Silom
road. Next to him was an Arab man, with dark and long hair in a moderate
curl. They were sitting on a luxurious sofa just two meters in front of
him. There was fruit and tea on the glass table in between. And Tom noticed
a stack of papers. He was sharp enough to know what had happened and what
it meant.

This Arab man must have bought him.

"He looks even taller than on the video", the Arab man said to Roo.

When the Arab got up from the sofa and moved towards Tom, Tom could see the
Arab himself wasn't much shorter. He had an impressive, muscular
presence. That was instantly clear even though the Arab was wearing a loose
v-neck shirt above shorts and flipflops. It was like his visit here was
only a short stop on his way to the beach for the Arab. He looked
comfortable, as if nothing could touch him and like he was used to being
the most popular guy in the room. Or the most powerful one. He could permit
himself to go to a business meeting wearing an outfit like this, because
people would respect him anyway.

It bothered Tom that the sunglasses the Arab was wearing prevented Tom from
looking in his eyes. Tom desperately wanted to see a glimpse of
humanity. As he had promised himself, he would always make sure he kept
hoping to get out. Maybe this man was working with officials, part of a
rescue operation.

The Arab turned to Roo and said: "We have a deal. I'll pay twenty up front
and the rest when I get him to Oman. Now prepare him in the play room so I
can break him in."

Tom saw the Arab reaching for a pen on the glass table. With force and
determination, he signed all the pages of the contract.

"Thank you for your order Mr. Beddak, we appreciate your business and your
continuous faith in our services", Roo replied.

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Tom's didn't grow a lot of body hair and his body was pretty much hairless
from the waxing he received during the physical, but if any hairs did
manage to grow back already, they were now being removed with a razor
blade. After the dry shave, he felt a drop of fluid being smeared on his
ass. It was some sort of lube.

The application of the lube came as a sudden shock to Tom. It meant he was
going to be fucked and that prospect frightened him. He could still feel
the sore rawness of his dick when he was forced to dry fuck the boy in his
cell. He didn't want to imagine what it would feel like the other way
around. At least there was lubricant involved this time, hopefully that
would make a difference.

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He was now alone in the playroom with his new owner, mister Beddak. Beddak
was still wearing his sunglasses, but Tom sensed that behind the dark
glasses there were eyes staring at him.

Beddak stood casually in front of him and let his beach shorts fall down on
his knees. The circumcised dick that was now in front of Tom's face scared
him. It was already hard and measured about 19-20 centimeters, but what was
most impressive about it was the girth. It almost had the same thickness as
a water bottle. This thing could tear a girl apart and Tom didn't want to
think of what it might do to his ass.

"Open your mouth."

His new owner said it in a calmly, almost in laid back fashion. He spoke
with an accent that would be recognized as Middle Eastern all around the
world.

Tom was bound, but he still had control over his own mouth. Why would he
comply so easily? They might have sold him as a slave, but he didn't feel
like one and he certainly wasn't planning on playing along. He had made a
promise to himself to stay independent, in any way possible. And maybe his
resistance would convince the Arab that he made a mistake and Tom wouldn't
be what he was looking for after all.

But Tom's defiant thoughts and actions where cruelly punished by the Arab
with every swing of the flogger that he started using on Tom's ass.

His body couldn't move, but Tom screamed from the top of his lungs. It felt
like his back was instantly on fire. And to make matters worse, he was hit
again before the pain of the last hit could subside.  Again, and again, and
again. Tears popped up in his eyes.

Beddak stroke Tom's hair and gently pinched his cheek.

"Now, you don't have to make it so hard on yourself. Just open up and do
your job."

Tom opened his mouth. Having a cock between his lips couldn't be as bad as
another hit from that flogger. He felt that if he was hit another time, the
skin of his ass would rip from his body.

The Arab's thick piece of throbbing flesh entered Tom's mouth. The salty
taste of sweat penetrated Tom's tongue as inch by inch the cock entered his
throat. Tom tried to suppress the urge to cough. How far was this thing
going in? Just when Tom felt like he couldn't get any air anymore, the Arab
pulled back, only to slide back in again barely a second later.

With each push, the Arab held his cock deeper and longer in Tom's
throat. Tom wanted to do nothing more than keep his mouth open, pretend
like he was nothing more than a boring, unresponsive sex doll, but every
time the cock entered his throat, he felt like he choked.

But at the same time Tom knew that this feeling was a treat compared to the
other plans on his apparent new owner's mind.

After minutes of lack of oxygen, Beddak finally pulled his inches all the
way out. Tom's vision was completely blurred from his teary eyes. He gasped
for a long breath of air while he assumed the Arab was standing behind him,
ready to claim his new possession and be the first one to fuck it. To break
it in.

Tom felt his whole body tightening up expecting the worst. But it didn't
happen.

Instead, he felt what must be just the tip of the Arab's dick. The
flesh-to-flesh feeling was quickly followed by a prompt stream of fluids
shooting up against Tom's butt cheeks. Beddak put his hand on Tom's ass and
used his fingers to guide his seed into Tom.

"You know boy, give it some time and this will be the only rewarding thing
in your obedient little life. I should have put my seed in you by fucking
you hard, but just think about how much more pleasure it will give with the
added delay." Tom shivered, while Beddak spoke. "Relax now, you got a long
journey ahead of you. And you got all the time in the world to think about
the thousands of different ways you will be of service to me."

Tom felt a shift in his mind. A fear, or more accurately a realization that
life as he knew it was definitely over. And not only that, but the hell he
had been in in Bangkok was just a prelude to... He had no clue how to
finish the thought, no clue what would happen. All he knew, all he felt,
was that some part of him was beginning to irreversibly break. And there
was nothing Tom could do to stop it.

End of part 1.

// Author note: Thanks for reading my story and apologies for the delay of
this chapter. It took a long time writing because I felt I made a wrong
direction in the previous chapter. I have some thought about a possible
next part, but I'm not too sure about it at the moment. Please let me know
if you'd like me to continue with Tom's story. I always appreciate it when
you get in touch with feedback, you can hit me up at
paradox_88@outlook.com. For now, I'll start writing some different stories
that I have in mind first, hope you'll keep reading and as always, please
support Nifty if you can //