Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 14:57:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hammam 15

Muamar Gadhafi enjoyed his bath hour to the full. It was not too hot and
the aroma of patchouli incense from India engulfed him near into a state of
dreaming. The huge phallic candles that burned all around the pool turned
him into a quiet man. The four Gnawa guards stood by him, to serve him at
the snap of a finger. He leaned his head back and had it rest on the rim of
the pool. The foam came up to his chin. Ghadafi had a well formed body, the
Gnawas winked at each other as soon as he got up and went to the middle of
the pool which was of a higher level than. His pectorals could stand
competition with any Berber warrior of the area. But Gadhafi never stayed
too long in the same place, like Saddam Hussein he had doubles everywhere
and as a nomad, who he had been with his father, he moved his tent and his
bodyguards with him nearly everyday. He was a wanted target on the CIA's
hit list and had escaped many a times a few bombardments in his life.
Therefore, for most of the Arabs he had become a modern day hero. In brief,
he knew he couldn't spend much time around here before people found out.
Ghadafi stood there in the middle and looked around. He felt safe
surrounded by the alien guards. It was a dim lit room and the only thing he
could see was the gleaming black skin of the Gnawas and the flickering of
their teeth when they smiled at him. His gaze went down to their crotch.
They were stark naked on Redouane's orders. No butt plugs at all. Gadhafi
had told him in a detailed letter that he wouldn't put up with dildoed
guards. He wanted to pounce them, unexpectedly, like a starved Libyan lion,
he had written to Redouane.

-You over there, he said, pointing at the naked boy in front of him, come
over here and join me in the pool.

The black boy, barely fifteen, hesitated for a second. He looked begging
for help at the four other Gnawa boys, who stood there representing the
four corners of the world. They all had a golden fake spear in their hand
with lion manes dangling from the spear point. But they ignored his pleas
to come at his rescue. Not one of them would come to his aid, as they all
enjoyed watching the sometimes very violent scenes. It was the only
entertainment they had. At night the captives would debate with one another
who would be screwed next by a tyrant visitor. Or who would put up best
with rape. They actually boasted their long endurance of fucking with a
client. Some of them got fucked like ten times a day when they were still
young and in demand. Competition in the garden was fierce and some would do
their best to rip out their pubic hair or armpit hair. They competed in
beauty and this went as far as comparing teeth, eyes, hair and of course as
every boy experienced in his young life, they would compare their cocks and
size of their balls. This Gnawa boy had barely been introduced to Redouane
a year earlier and he had been the favorite pet of all the sultans of the
world. At times when the sultans came for him he had to dress in raggedy
western clothes and wear a necktie and a tight shirt. His jeans were far
too tight and the zipper in front stood half way. Now he was standing naked
with only that spear in his hand. The goose pimples came running over his
young but strong body frame. He picked his nose and asked:

-Me sir?

-Yes, you, who else, there is no one standing next to you. Come over here,
quickly.

The boy glanced swiftly but scared at his mate who stood in front of him on
the other side of the pool facing Muamar's backside. That backside was lean
and glistening with liquid soap. His gentle butt curve, which ended up
parting just above the water surface, made the other guard's pitch-black
cock rise instantly. That boy wouldn't have hesitated to have himself
fucked by the Arabs' biggest leader, but he couldn't just ask for it, could
he? What male would dare to ask to be fucked it he considered himself a
real macho in a macho country?  He could only dream of it. The fifteen year
old descended in the pool, very unsure of what would be his mission. He had
heard the rumors about what Muamar had done to that Roumi and that had
scared the hell out of him. He shivered like a newborn lamb on his
otherwise steadfast legs and trembled on his feet when he stood in front of
the leader.

-Look up to the ceiling, he ordered the boy.

The boy's neck elongated and pushed forward his Adam's apple.

-By Allah and the holy prophet Muhammad, how nice, neat and handsome you
look. Now look down at this!

The boy did as was told. He stared at huge caramel colored circumcised rod.

-What do you see?

-A zob (cock), sir.

-What kind of a zob, silly boy?

-A huge royal one, sir.

-Yes, and one that you will ride this minute. Turn around and push your zob
through your thighs.Good, Muamar said and pulled his cock backwards to meet
his own cock.

-Now close your thighs and squeeze your cock real hard and bend over.

The boy said nothing and bend over. His buttocks were taut now. Muamar

touched them feverishly and massaged them with care.

-Good, I like that.

Now his finger went in his arse and fingered him for a while, till the boy
started making sounds of pleasure.

-Tell me boy, how many times did your master fuck you?

-Never sir.

-You are a liar, I know it. You seem to know how to enjoy it too much for a
beginner. I will teach you.

Muamar placed his horny gun against the buns and moved in.

-See, it's a piece of cake, I get in like nothing. You are a cheap whore
and I don't like Arab whores, but I will ride you none the less.

As he said this, he grabbed the boy's hair and clashed his groin against
the boy's bottom.

-Here you go and here you go, mmmph!!

The boy bit his lips and held on to his own knees in the water. Muamar
enjoyed every push. His fat Moslem cock touched every inch of the boy's
inner walls with great pleasure. The boy behind Muamar was getting all
excited too and began to fondle himself. As the scene got heavier, he
couldn't withhold himself and turned around to squirt his semen onto a
curtain. Muamar had not noticed a thing, because he was near an orgasm
himself. He pulled out before it was too late and said:

-Now turn around boy and suck the best you can on this royal dick.

The boy clasped his fat ruby lips like a leeched onto the formidable
twenty-two centimeter cock and sucked it like a vacuum cleaner.

-Ooooooh, that's what I like, Moroccan whore, but you won't get my royal
seed. I will keep it for my Roumi. Get away now and go back to your place.

Muamar liked the teasing of his own cock. He wanted to be in control of
everything including his fat robust cock. He sat down again and thought of
Hans. What had he possible in mind for him? Was he telling the truth and
had Redouane cheated him? How dare he? He called the boys in the room and
asked:

-Do you want to be my slaves in Libya?

-Yes sir, no doubt about it, the three said in choir.

-OK. Then, there you could have a better life, but if you like I could also
set you free here right and now, but only on one condition.

-What sir?

-Go and get Redouane out of his bed and tie him to a column here in this
room.

The boys looked at him in disbelief.

-He will kill us sir or sell us.

-Hu Allah (God be praised), I can't belief how stupid you all are. Here you
are in such big number and not one has tried to escape or rebel against
him?

-But we have only three little boys and five young men and the rest are
kept in a garden where we cannot go.

-There is a garden here?

-Yes sir, with many boys from Asia and Europe and Africa.

-The bastard never told me anything about this.

-Look in return of your freedom go and get me the man over here.

The boys had a brief brainstorm in front of the colonel and then rushed out
of the room, laughing and their cocks and balls swinging from left to
right. Gadhafi, had some surprise for him, a big surprised. He got out of
the Jacuzzi, wrapped his brocade bathrobe around his body and took a seat
on couch. His head drowned in a silk cushion and sighed.

-What a fantastic life I have.

It didn't take longer than twenty minutes when he heard heavy foot stomps
on the floor. They were back shoving Reoduane, who was still half asleep,
to Muamar's feet. His arms were tied on his back and he was blindfolded.

-We have him sir, the boys giggled.

-So, dear Redouane, I found out you have been lying to me.

-No sir, really, I don't know what you mean.

-You don't, huh?

-No sir on God's honor, I don't know of anything, I'll do anything to
please you.

-I bet you do. Strip down his underwear, boys, and bring me the whip.

Redouane stood there in all his naked glory with his briefs that had shit
marks in them on the floor. One boy handed over the whip to Muamar and he
looked at the tool as if he were inspecting the quality of it.

-I will treat you the same way you treat your lying slaves, my dear
Redouane.

As he said this the whip sought its way under Redouane's nut bag.

-Do you like this, my friend boy provider?

The whip came in and out riding the ball sac at the division of it. Both
balls hung on both sides of the whip, the cock aligning the whip
itself. Muamar had the whip curled up and push it further toward his
anus. He quickly pulled it out again making a loop around the cock's head
and pulled it back real mean and hard.

-Ouch, no sir, don't do this, please.

-You liar, you didn't give me Gunnar. Where is he?

-With Mugabe, sir.

-Who the hell is Mugabe? He is a Rhodesian politician, an ambitious and
tough one who won't take no for an answer.

-Really, how interesting, indeed. Now turn him around boys.

They did just that. The whip caressed the buttocks like an independent
investigating alien creature. Then suddenly, he withdrew and landed the
leather rope with all force on his bare buttocks.

-Aaaaaahh!!!! Redouane screamed and sagged on his knees.

-Get him up, fast.

Another blow came down on them, and another one, and another one.

-Get Hans over here, quickly! he yelled at the Gnawas.

I could see it happen from behind the curtains and I enjoyed every moment
of Redouane's punishment. Hans was weak and got carried to Muamar on a
stretcher.

-Make him sit up!

Hans was terrified by the sight of Redouane with bleeding buttocks.

-I am punishing your boss, Hans, do you like it?

-Yes sir, the boy said with a wavering voice.

-What should I do with him, my dear Roumi?

-Cut his balls off, sir, please cut them balls off.

Hans meant that with all his heart, because at last he would get his
vengeance.

-So be it, Muamar said. Tie him to a pillar here.

Redouane cried like a little boy and begged Gadhafi to stop it. Redouane
was put on his knees, his arms strapped around the pillar and his feet
too. His fat paunch hung heavily over his groin. The grey pubic hair stood
out against his brown skin. His head was held back by the guards. They had
to put a prop in his mouth so his screams would be muffled. Gadhafi pulled
out a silver Bedouin dagger from a bag. It was razor sharp.

-Grab his cock and keep it high up.

The boys sniggered when they held the wrinkled cock head in their
hands. Muamar palped the balls, actually played with them in the palm of
his hands as if they were marbles.

-These are useless anyway for your age, he spoke to Redouane. Don't you
agree Hans?

Hans showed his white strong teeth in a broad victorious grin.

-I agree sir.

Having said that, Muamar passed his dagger under the bag and parted the
thick skin in one straight move. The balls fell soundless on the ground,
and Redouane, who cringed, nearly bit off his tongue. They left him there,
like that.

-Get ready boys, find your clothes and get the hell out of here. But before
that I want you to show me the garden. I need a few more boys for me to
take home.

-Sure sir.

-Actually, I have all the time of my life, I don't need to hurry. Tomorrow
is another day and I would like to see the livestock in broad day light. I
may very well own this place. In the mean time, Hans get your butt over
here next to me.

-Hans got up slowly and still in pain crawled on all fours to Muamar's
feet.

-Yes, sir, Hans mumbled bravely.

-Now you got his balls, what do you want to do with them?

-I don't know, sir.

-Do you know what the favorite dish in Israel is?

-No sir, what?

-Lamb's testicles... I know they aren't exactly lambs' nuts, but you could
imagine they are and we could have them fried right now and eat them.

-Hans' eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, hearing this proposal, but he
kept a brave face in front of the Colonel and said: -I rather have a few
eggs on my plate sir, if you don't mind.

- Well in that case, we can have them later on. Maybe we could serve them
to Redouane himself.

Redouane cringed more and kind of began to moan again.

-Shut up, you moron, Gadhafi said to him.

The four Gnawas listened very well and their cocks grew hard hearing all
these strange plans of their guest. Gadhafi didn't waste time while he was
talking; his hand went up and down on Hans' white fat cock and on the
fifteen year old boy's buns. The latter stood, obviously proud and enjoying
the attention, next to him.

-Hans, he said, why don't you crawl to your boss' fat paunch, tear his
shirt apart and stick your fat cock into his greedy cheating trap.

Hans moved towards his ex-boss while Muamar held his cock from underneath
holding it back through Hans' thighs and then let it flop away. With a thud
it ticked Han's belly. He raised him self on his knees, grabbed the boss by
his curly hair and drew his mouth open.

-Open up son of a bitch that you are and stick your tongue out.

Muamar's eyes narrowed into slits, the Gnawas started pulling at their fat
oiled dicks.

-Open up, I said, Hans yelled.

The mouth fell wide open and Hans shoved in his long tool and began pushing
it in. The taut white arse cheeks flexed with every move, faster and
faster. He gained so much energy out of that triumphant holing of the guy's
mouth that he began to throw his head back and sighed long and loud.

-That's it bastard, now it is payback time. I am not Gunnar, whose balls
you robbed.

As he said that, he turned into this violent young man, who seemed to have
lost control over his anger.

-Give me the balls, sir, he dared to order.

And believe it or not, Muamar was not even insulted. With a broad smile he
picked up both balls and handed them over to Hans, who pulled out his cock
and shoved a bleeding ball into Redouane's mouth. The boy vendor nearly
gagged and the next thing Hans did was throwing the other in his own mouth.

-Bon appetit, he said and started chewing with pleasure on it.

The blood and other white fluid...sperm it must have been, ran over Hans'
lips.

-They are still hot and don't taste bad at all, what about you Redouane.

Redouane didn't answer.

-Chew it I say, Hans barked at him.

Redouane started chewing.

-Say it is tasty!

-It is tasty, Redouane cried.

-Ok, Muamar said, that's enough Hans boy. Untie him and all of you can have
a go on his back side.

After he was untied he fell on his tummy like a heavy boar and grunted like
one.

His briefs had been down a long while ago. The black boys helped each other
pulling his arse cheeks apart and spitting in his crack.

-My turn first, they yelled to one another.

Muamar let them do and moved away form the scene.

-Let's spend some nice night between Redouane's silk sheets. I really like
you Hans.

Hans still hated him for what he had done to him before he started
punishing Redouane. But he was bent on getting out of here some way or
another.

-I want to make it up with you, he smiled.

Once in the bed helped by Muamar and his body guards, he got straight to
his goal.

With not too many words he made it clear that Hans was still his slave.

-On your tummy Hans, I am going to butt fuck you like you have never
experienced.

Hans started crying as usual.

-I am not going to put up with this sobbing Hans; I will put something in
your trap that you will make you beg for air.

Soon Hans was sucking cock big time. I think there was enough for me to
hear and see from behind the secret door, that only I knew. God, he had a
go at Hans and sure he could suck too. The sound drove me nuts, so much I
began to fondle my little pecker in my own Bermudas. I loved to pull at
it. Hans couldn't continue crying, his trap was filled with meat, hard
meat, veined meat, cut meat. The colonels' meat was heavy, his balls were
gross but full, his body was hairy from his collarbones to his ankles. He
went up and down like a young boy and bit in Hans' ears and nipples. In the
end he sat on Hans's face, who had to lick his butt clean and that's how
Muamar the Great came in squirts while rubbing his arse over Hans'
nose. Hans didn't come and Gadhafi couldn't care. He lay there like that
holding Hans in his hairy arms, kissing him everywhere, licking his ears
and lips like dog. I came too nearly squealing but I held my breath in
time. I had a full load in my little hand and smeared it out over my belly
and tongue. It was delicious to taste my own cum. Secretly; I was hoping
that he would take me to Libya as well. Would he take Hans and who else?? I
couldn't wait till tomorrow, I was too anxious to have sex with the great
Arab leader.

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