Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 12:11:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject:  Hamam 13

Gunnar looked at the many young boys lying on their backs on the straw.
They were at the horse stable where thy ewer all being trained to suck the
giant cocks of the Arab full bloods. Now they were asleep. On their penises
they had a tiny bottle attached, so that no sperm was lost in wet dreams.
Gunnar could freely roam around because of his fifty meter long leash. He
decided to get near one of them. He made a pick and got down in-between two
twelve year olds. One was an Asian and the other on the right sight a black
boy from Angola. He put his hand over the boy's mouth and plugged the milk
bottle from the kid's sleeping pecker.

-You say no word of this or I will beat the shit out of you, he said to the
black kid.

The boy said nothing just stared at Gunnar's swelling cock. The Asian boy
from Laos continued sleeping.

-Put your tiny hand in here and free my hard cock.

It took some dexterity, but most of the boys had known ways to release
their boy's meat without the master or guards knowing it.

-Suck me hard, you hear?

Gunnar got over him in sixty-nine position. His swollen member touched the
boy's tonsils. His own mouth covered the young ebony dick. It felt so nice.
The boy though only twelve had a monster of cock that matched any one of an
eighteen year old. The boy moved his loins and stepped up the tempo. Surely
he knew how to suck, he was super experienced. For as long as Gunnar had
been here he had noticed how it was always him they picked out. But the boy
never complained or whimpered. He didn't look tired at all after he had
surrendered to the customers and those were like ten a day.

So, Gunnar figured that he was a super sex slut. Gunnar drove his cock
deeper.

-Take it all, Negro boy, you hear. Take my Viking rod as far as you can.

The boy moved his head confirming the order while continuing sucking hard.

Then he shot way hard soft, warm liquid up Gunnar's throat. He quickly got
up and spat in the bottle.

-You stupid, I didn't say to come in me. Turn around on your tummy. Now I
will pound you like hell. God ever since I have been here I don't even
think of girls no more. Your black arse is sweeter than any girl pussy I
have tasted.

He drilled his way in deeper and deeper. The white meat went down like a
spacecraft getting lost into a black hole. The horses got nervous as if
they sensed the randiness of the act that was taking place. Then Gunnar
pulled the boy by his Negro hair towards his chest, pried his mouth open
and spat a big wad of phlegm in there.

-Drink it, boy, it makes you hornier, I am sure. Tell me what do they do to
you, those fucking Arabs?

-They make me drink their piss and toy around with me. Sometimes they take
me to a camel farm where I have sucked their dicks. They film me when I get
raped by four men. They are always the same men, they only want me. They
are mean, but I don't give in. I am a proud Angolan boy.

-Shhh, now, no more, I feel how broad your gully is here, you are not even
squeezing my flesh, it is too wide. How many dicks you had up here?

-A hundred, I guess plus yours.

-You counted them?

-Yes, you don't?

-No...now shut up. I am coming.

Gunnar pushed his dick up all ways as if he were trying to find another
lane.

But then he stopped short of coming. He pulled out of Angola boy.

-You were a nice treat, but I want to save my cum for this one here. You
help me ok?

-Ok.

No one was awake but him and Gunnar.

-Put your hand on his mouth while I open up his crack, quick, because
otherwise I lose my horniness.

The Asian boy woke up with a stir.

-Mmmhph he uttered, but he said no more when he saw both of them making
threatening violent motions.

Gunnar widened the boys cheeks filled his hole with a straight finger, spat
in it and then finally moved in.

-Mmmmhhhhh, good, little squint eyes, feel how Sweden comes to Asia. You
know, I have had an eye on you for the last week, especially on your
gleaming cheeky butt. When I had to hose you I couldn't take my eyes of
your crack taunting little prick and of course because of the guard there
was never a chance, but now time has come, Gunnar whispered in his ear.

And move he did, pushing, grinding the thirteen year old.

 -Aaaaaaaaaaaagh, Gunnar seethed. He came in flood waves, and the pussy was
so tight, tighter than a virgin girl.

This was because the boy was barely two days new here and hadn't been used
too much.

-God, you are so tight, my dear, this asks for more in the weeks to come,
and you know no word to no one or I'll cut your dicky off.

Gunnar pulled out, put the boy on his back and saw that the bottle was full
with slimy milk.

-Wow, you came too, so you enjoyed it, huh?

The boy beamed.

-I am not angry at you, he said. I like your body; I have always hoped you
would take me by surprise. It seems you read my thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the boy kissed Gunnar right there on the mouth.

-Yuck, Gunnar said, I like to fuck you boys, but kissing no way, I am not a
faggot! You got that.

Asia boy just smiled. The culture of none-confrontational attitude he was
brought up with, was still very much in place.

Gunnar went back to his own place and fell asleep straight away. He woke up
with the sun shining through the windows. All the boys lay bare naked some
with their butts up, others with legs spread wide open with the bottle on
their tummy or between their thighs. His rod was shaking with hardness; he
sported a morning boner like most of the healthy boys. He'd barely opened
his eyes or a guard walked in. he had a white loincloth on that was totally
transparent. The cock was uncut, huge and curled up against his scrotum
like a snail in a conch.

-Don't you dare staring at my cock like that. The master wants you on the
double.

He tugged at Gunnar's leash.

-Move it, white boy.

The Gnawa took him along like a horse over the patio passing by the other
working slaves who were now being sprayed by a water hose. They were new
faces. Gunnar had never seen them, but he had no time to look at them in
detail. In no time he stood in front of Redouane and me, Rashid. Redouane
ordered him to bend forward.

-I can see the dildo does its work, your sphincter is wider, my dear
Viking. That's good news. Then I have some customers for you. Follow me.

He tugged at his leash and Gunnar followed meekly. I had my hands on his
but caressing his round rear. Gunnar gave me an angry glance, but that's
all he could do as he knew by now I was Redouane´s favorite pet. We arrived
at a dark room with a few red neon lights.

-He is all yours, sir, Redouane said.

-Good, the man said, who was dressed in a nice diplomat suit.

-Call your helpers please, because I will need assistance.

-Yes sir, certainly, sir, Redouane answered extremely servile.

I could stay too and in my childish way I asked the man who he was.

-I will one day be the president of a rich African country, called
Rodhesia. I will change it into Zimbabwe. Don't forget me...my name is
Mugabe, and yours?

-Rashid, I said softly.

-Ok. Rashid, why don't you get undressed and help me undress me too.

I did what I was asked and before long I stood in my naked glory with a
wooden pecker waiting to be sucked. Mugabe had the most wonderful stylish
underwear I had ever seen. Silk boxer shorts with flower patterns on
them. His vest was of the finest ribbed cotton. But to my amazement he
asked me to lower his boxers. What a surprise it was when underneath those
boxer shorts I discovered the finest female lingerie. He was wearing a red
laced undie, exposing his butt cheeks from behind.

-That's enough, boy. Now you friend there, with the blond hair, come over
and strip me naked.

Gunnar moved over and set his fingers under the lace and rolled them
down. A huge monster cock flipped into an angle of forty-five degrees, it
was leaking like hell.

-Suck me, my dear Viking Gunnar.

Gunnar embraced the giant black devilish rod with his soft swollen lips.

-You Rashid, put your nimble fingers up my arse and find your way in,
quick.

Mugabe instantly moved his hips forward, mouth fucking Gunnar. Then the
guards for whom he had asked appeared. They seemed to have seen this before
because they straight went to carry out their secret task.

-Fuck this roumi from behind real hard while he sucks me, you hear?

-Yes sir, they replied in choir.

My hand got stuck into Mugabe's arse and his cock was trapped in Gunnar's
mouth, until al of us came one by one. Mugabe stood relieved and happy
looking at us as if he had just won the first prize in sodomy.

Within a blink of an eye the young men seized Gunnar and tied him up
against a mast that stood in the middle of the room. When he was all well
and tied up, Mugabe went gave another nod to the guards who came back and
had something whispered in their ears. They disappeared for a minute and
were back with something they held in their hands.

-It's ritual time, Mugabe said.

He stood with his lips close to his.

-You will be my prize beast, my dear; my pride has forced me to accomplish
this. I have to take revenge for what the white race has done to my people.

-But I am not English, sir, Gunnar nearly cried.

-Doesn't matter, you all are conquerors and we have been slaves
everywhere. As a proof of ownership I will leave you with marks that only
African warriors inflict upon themselves. Later you will be proud of those
marks.

Another nod went direction the guards. They handed him over
something. Razorblades were what he held in his left hand. Gunnar went
pale.

-No sir, don't do this, I beg you.

-Hush, my warrior, you are of a warrior race aren't you. I will help
you. With every incision I make on your chest and tummy I will kiss you on
the mouth. We will simply engage in a passionate exchange. Do you see my
chest? I had these done when I was only twelve, you are sixteen or
something, so don't act like a cry baby.

His words barely died out in space or he inflicted the first cut.

-Ouch, Gunnar uttered and cringed a bit.

Their lips entwined, Mugabe swallowed Gunnar's whole tongue and sucked it
as strong as he possibly could. Another cut, one more. I witnessed it all,
it was awesome. Mugabe was mating with Gunnar driving his cock up his huge
ball sack. Gunnar was bleeding like a butchered pig and Mugabe took all the
pleasure by rubbing his body into the precious Viking blood. After about
fifty cuts, Gunnar fainted. His body was held up by the ropes, and Mugabe
just continued. He was covered in red allover; his red undies had fallen at
his ankles. He finally shot his load up against Gunnar's anus.  The guards
clapped their hands, which was a signal for me. I ran to Gunnar and lapped
up the blood and sperm that was dripping and traveling over both Gunnar and
Mugabe.

-Good, Rashid, very well, that's what I like. This is not my last kiss for
this Viking; soon I want to see him in Zimbabwe.  Now get my clothes,
quickly.

I helped him get clean and put his clothes on. He was really strong; I
liked his ass cheeks very much. They were so black! Gunnar got his last
kiss, though still unconscious.

-Take care of him, you hear; he is a strong white warrior now.

He left and thanked Redouane. The limousine was waiting.  Mugabe got in and
disappeared in a cloud of dust direction airport.


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