Bound yet and begging to be sent free from the old man, he pays no attention to your pleading. He placed you still screaming and begging face down on a wood plank table. Your head cocked over one end face down, while he grabs your maleness poking it thru a hole in the plank.
Your legs are spread apart it opens your butt to full view of all but its owner, you. The old man works quietly but his movements are quick like thos well tempered having done this more than once.
The feel of some coarse powder substance is being sifted over your body. Then the sprinkling of cold water and a jabbing pain as something rams up your butt.
You wonder if the old Arab is gay, as the feeling of being humped up the rear continues till you become hot and excited.
Begging and screaming of this strange and delightful sensation, your body is draped in a silky black cape. The sound of arabic being spoken as if a chant, you feel something creaping upward from your toes, you scream, and scream, and scream!
Passing out would have been perfect in timing right then, but your all awake!
He speaks, his words fill your head as one realizes the speech is Arabic a language you did not understand, only now he makes real sense! Making sense of what is told to you your duties are simple.
"Stand and be a guard over the Harem, do as you are told and be rewarded, be wayward and feel the lash!" says the man over and over till the thought is burried deep in your mind.
You are now laid face up on that wood plank table, odd sensations pulse about you. Your breathing is heavy in great drafts of air and then snorting them out with rapid and harsh compressions of a heavy chest.
The man seems smaller somehow as he looks up at you. His face still gives you a feeling of something to fear. He smiles like one proud of what has been accomplished, you wonder if your doing things rightly?
A try to speak, you grunt, the sound scares one a little but at the same time makes you feel very masculin. It would seem you are expected to not talk at all but only to grunt and sound mean. A grunting sound gives the man your acknowledgement of the orders given.
You are motioned to follow the old man and doing so your body has a lumberingly heavy as leg movement is slugish. Walking behind the old man till he opens a door, pointing, as if suggesting you to enter.
The room beyond is dark and dank stinking of manure and urine like some dungeon or worse. Two steps inside and the door is slammed shut locking you in the room.
You do as told, not really understanding why, thoughts of your capture still ever present, yet knowing you are stuck there for now. A feeling maybe as if you were drugged lingers, still your sense of hearing and the ability to smell what is around you are quite intense.
You stand and look around, stone walls, a barred open window, grants a view of a green grass carpeted courtyard. Below you are a dozen plus scantly clad young women, the Sultan's harem, maybe? Seeing the females below excites you, breathing is more rapid, eyes wide seeing the lovely forms. You long to be near them all, their scent is wonderous and with its wafting your way comes a lusty desire.
Reaching your hands to grip the steel bars the metal clanks to your touch. The feel and sound of this makes you look at what seems wrong, those beauties must wait while you wonder.
Expecting to see chains that made the sound and dulled your touch, instead from what you see a fear wells up in chest and soul.
There pressing on the window's strong steel bars are not hands with chains but hoofs and on them are nailed steel shoes of a horse.
Stunned by what you see and with this come the wonderment of what the old man has done to what was the real you?
Taking a step backward and leaning forward, looking down over your hardy chest, one takes gets a good view. Behold, you think as an extremely well muscled chest gives way to solid stomach muscles but all, all of it is groomed in a golden colored coat of hair.
Arms are still human as arms should be but bulging of massive muscles like one has been a body builder for many years. Shoulders broad and also massive of muscular strength. A turn of the head denotes something and it takes you by surprise to see a pure white mane flicking back and forth. The sight of this mane startles you at first and then feeling the massive strength to your form the placid calm slips down making you accept this thing you have become.
The sound of young beauty giggling below in play and games turns you from expolring your new self.
Snorting from excitement and then banging your steel shoes on the bars draws the attentions of a few of the ladies. They stop what their doing looking up to the tower your in. Pointing and talking you can now understand their strange words and language. They wave up at you and call out things suggesting their undying love for such as you.
Grunting your desires to be near them has what is part of you screaming high pitched whinnies like some poor animal caught in a trap and desperate. Jumping aboutfrom one hoof to another your thrilled and excited.
Thoughts of passion now erupt and with this you feel your erection pushing its way out past a leathery thick sheath. Up it comes building ever longer, higher into the air, and gaining girth till it comes near the window's ledge.
Now you can see your self and what is bestowed for you to enjoy. Massive, so you think seeing the enormus flat and flanged head of a horse cock pointing itself skyward.
Dancing from hind hoof to hind hoof the sensation is one of such panic and lusting desire to mount one or all those below, you scream you whinny.
Ladies scatter below as from your window spurts out jets of white cum and globs of sticky vile horse semen.
Your standing there and even without touching or stroking your new self its easy and lusty to masturbate. Dancing yet and screaming for the chance to pleasure yourself your making it well know that you are delighted being a Horsetaur guard for the Sultan's harem.