Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 10:22:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: hammam 16 Hammam 16 by Aihu Fist From sex slaves to circus boys. Gadhafi couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the variety of boys. Some sat locked up in cages, some were living in barns sleeping on hay, others lived in a tree hut and even a few had made a dwelling in a stork's nest. There were the horse stables with naked boys in it, the youngest barely seven years old. They were all properly managed and separated by race. On top of each stable it said: Asia or North Africa; then came the sub divisions: Burmese, Filipinos, Thais, Indonesian, Nepalese, and Indian. The South American continent was available too: Brazil and Bolivia but also a few from Argentina who had just like the Europeans blond hair and green or blue eyes. Then came Europe and the USA, they were much older, probably backpackers who got kidnapped from the street, the colonel thought. The sun blinded him for a spell, it was eleven am. Someone tugged at his sleeve. He looked down and saw this cute Thai lad. -Hey mistel, he spoke, you like me?? -The colonel beamed back and liked what he saw. -Yes, you are very cute, what's your name? -My name is Pom Kok. -Nice to meet you...call me Colonel. -You like short time? -Hey you know what you want. Are they all like you in Thailand? The boy laughed heartily. -I think you good man, I like you. I go with you?? Gadhafi a bit unsettled by the pushing of the boy looked around. The Philippine stable was something special. They had this huge cross around which they all slept and ate. A huge wooden Christ figure with his thorn crown and crying blood from his eyes was the most horrible thing he had ever looked at. The boys were naked and sweaty but desirable and cute. The Indians had a small Hindu shrine with all the deities and a monkey jumping up and down from it. Shiva's portrait with the cobra around his neck gave him the shivers. The boy next to him entwined his fingers into his. -Take me please, sil. -I think I will take you all home to my palace. I will adopt all of you, and turn you into worthy citizens of Libya, the colonel exclaimed. -Lealy? The boy asked so happy he made a bold jump into the air. -We ale flee, flee, he shrieked and yelled at the top of his lungs. In no time all of them were repeating the same thing, dancing, stomping their feet, rattling their chains, ripping off their loincloths unplugging the dildos from their sore arses. Gadhafi felt like a hero. -You, you, you and you, the colonel spoke to the black Gnawas, unchain them and shower them thoroughly. They need a good scrub and plenty of food. Then he instructed his bodyguards to go and get heaps of couscous and roasted lamb and plenty of tajine. -How the hell am I going to get about fifty sex slaves away from here? There must be a way out. He thought aloud. -Mousaoui, come here, he ordered his most trusted guard. -Yes colonel. -Find me the best circus in the city and bring the director over here. If he doesn't want to come over you bring him here with our without force, tell him that we pay well. In the mean time Gadhafi decided to enjoy the scene. -God, he must have thought, I wish I were a child again, to be so full of joy and desire for life. Why don't I join in? He added action to his thoughts and undressed he stood and let the Gnawas hose him with the cold water. Yes, Gadhafi stood naked amongst the poor but now free slaves, all colors blended from yellow to white and black. The English little brats, Hans, some sex Gnawas now without a job, pushing and shoving elbowing each other in the chaos. Unexpectedly the kids took notice of his presence and began rubbing his body with foamy soap and a hard sponge. It tickled more than it hurt, they all cheered at him. Long live Gadhafi, long live the colonel, he is our friend. The least expected was to have their owner Redouane brought to the stables. -Give him what he deserves, Gadhafi shouted. In a minute, Redouane lay chained and dildoed and tethered next to one Arab race horse, which was nervously breathing when it smelled the blood form his severed scrotum. It looked like it was going to trample on him, but Gadhafi prevented that. -Let him suffer your fate, darlings, so he will understand what he did to you; Hans, why don't you give him you Lycra bermudas, so he can hide his shame... -They are all holed, sir, especially near the crotch...Rashid did it himself. -Then, who cares? Have some boys help you to get the tights over his fat butt and let be seen what will be seen, to his own disgrace. -Come on boys, Hans shouted, get the fat man into these. A bunch of kids straddled themselves over their hated boss and tossed him on his back and lifted his legs in the air, others lastly hauled the Bermudas over his stumpy hairy legs, nearly ripped it to pieces, some punched him in the stomach and again others spat in his face, so much bottled up hate came out of them. In deed the Bermudas sat well but with a big hole stretched wide over vacant scrotum and an orphaned penis lying useless about. -Safi, safi (enough), Gadhafi gestured. The race horse looked at the lost Redouane as if it were scanning for some human sole in his body. The animal snorted a few times in his direction, shook its head with the manes flying in the air, and scraped some hay away with his left foot, curled up its lips as if it were laughing at him. Rashid grew scared and shrinked at once like a little child. Everyone was naked and bathing in the pool with the colonel. Now, he was a mastermind of many a strategy. For the boys he was the savior apparently, but Muamar would not be a colonel if he had no plans for the boys in his country. While playing apparently spontaneously, he was frying his brain to think of something special. At first he thought of the circus to get them out of the country. But why not make the circus stay in Tripoli for good and turn the circus into a disguised brothel. His Bedouin friends sure would appreciate a nice gift of some roumi boys they could cherish in their tents between long treks in the desert. He had to make alliances with potential enemies and weld the scattered leaders together against the USA and Britain. Discretely he withdrew from the noisy boys who enjoyed every minute of their imagined freedom. The two English little boys saw him getting out of the pool and splattered their way through the bustling boys. -Sir, please...when can you send us home to Britain? He looked at them; they were so white and thin, but exquisite looking kids. He had to make up a lie, because they would surely one day be lying with him under the mosquito net in the real desert and make love. Never they will go home, he though. -I already made contact with your folks, but they said they are not worried and feel that you are in good hands with me now that I saved you. They will go on a holiday to Kenya, and that is not far away from Libya. They will soon come and visit all of you in my palace. -Really. -Absolutely, he said and kissed them on the forehead. The kids turned their backs to him and waded back to the center of the pool. -He is such a nice man, he heard one say to the other. -Yes, and he is brave...have you seen his dagger on the chair, it is a real one, the youngest replied. Muamar got his hairy ass dripping with water out of the pool. His balls heavily dangling. I saw Hans looking at the circumcised cock, he must have thought: yuck, I am glad that didn't happen to me. Muamar crossed the patio and found the Pom Kok on a chair drying in the sun. -Come on, the colonel beckoned, let's have some long time...He hopped from the chair and leapt behind him, patting the man on the buttocks. He giggled so loudly which drew the attention from the rest. It was instantly quiet. The colonel realized he was not leaving unnoticed. Stopped and looked back and said: I'll be back soon. There was a bit of disappointment, not to mention envy. Everyone including me had wanted to share the bed with this hero. I certainly would not allow some Thai baby boy take my place. Hence, I made the bold move to tug at the colonel's sleeve too. -Yes, he said a bit startled. -Please sir, don't you like me? -Boy, he said with a sigh, you really are something...out of fifty-three lovely boys of all ages; you think you are better than them? -But you picked him out, why can't I join him. He cannot even come yet. Look at my zob. I proudly poked my rigid zob in the air and pranced in front of the colonel as if I was carrying a national flag. -Hahahahaha, really you are something, Ok, I'll take a chance on you. Let's move out of the sun. Pom Kok gave me a nasty look, but said nothing. But behind the door he pushed me in the corner when the colonel had gone to take a leak. -Khun Mai dee!! (You bad person), Khun sokaprok (you dirty) mai suay (not handsome), colonel, puen kong pom (colonel my friend is) -Yala, (go) I told him He turned around and headed fast for the toilet. The colonel came out and believe it or not, Pom kneeled in front of him And cupped his cock and balls in both small hands and began to lick the whole business. -Anee saat lui. (now immediately clean) -Whowwowow, wait a second. This boy knows how to serve his master and friend. -Crap, pom puen kong khun (yes, I am your friend) pom soop dee kwaa, ow my? I suck vely well, you like? - I don't know what you say, speak English, OK? -Crap pom. Ok, I can do evelything, you like, sil? God I hated the bastard, so servile. Wait, I thought, until we are alone. -Let me help you sir, I think I can clean you from the back. -Really, show me what you can do. -I had to get my best stuff out of my magic hat. I began licking his hairy buttocks and soon I got hairs on my tongue. But I didn't want to lose from this Thai geek. The hair got wetter and smoother and I got the liking of it. The colonel enjoyed with so much he had no more eye for the Thai loser. -Go on love, you're wonderful at it. Who taught you to be so agile with your tongue? -Something my old master Rashid taught me. -Caress my balls a bit and squeeze my royal serpents head and please, bury it with kisses. -Please, sir to do this I request you to bend a bit forward, so my humble bucal muscle can start counting your royal butt hole's wrinkles. -Not only is she exquisite in physical movements but her use of Language is very refined too, I must admit, my dear friend. There, I though, I got him literally and physically speaking by the balls. This Thai competitor would never outwit me in my mother tongue. But the colonel wasn't dumb, he sensed our rivalry games. And said: -Pom, come on chin up; don't give me that sulky face. Cheer up, I like the both of you, follow me. Muamar ordered his bodyguards to get in touch with their colleague and find out about the circus director. -I want to be briefed immediately. He clapped in his hands and got the Gnawa guards rushing to his bedroom. Yes they were free, but instantly turned into his private bell boys. I smiled at them when he didn't watch and winked at the youngest, sexiest hunk of the Gnawas. Nourredine was his name. He had a bush of hair that was blacker than any black I have seen, his body sculpted and chiseled by a Master Creator of the Universe in such a way that a mere glance at him made you feel uncomfortable about your own body. No one could stand his shadow. He looked back at me ands gave a mischievous grin, tapped the snout of his cock, shook it left and right in a wink of an eye, pouted his lips through which appeared a pointy doubled up tongue that looked like a marshmallow. He dropped his cock instantly when Gadhafi turned around. -Next time you come running much faster, you hear Nourredine? -Yes sir. -Ok, and then bring us the best fruits of the house and the meals I ordered, for the three of us. Then ready the hammam just before night fall. -Yes sir, Nourredine answered politely, bowed in front of him, held his hands over his growing cock and left the bedroom backwards without looking up at the Colonel. Instead he looked at us. I could still see the grin he hid for our new master. -Nourredine, why are you hiding your jewels for me? -I don't know sir. -As long as you serve me you will always show your pride and never occult the treasure I like most in my life. -Yes, sir... -So, do it. It is hard to see a Negro blush, but I am sure he was blushing when he lifted his hands from his well preserved Gnawa family jewelry. It stood grand and magnificent, twitching to get higher and higher. The colonel paused and stared at it intently. -It is as beautiful as the Kohinoor, Gadhafi pondered aloud. I never saw it that way, but truly one day I will taste it; now go and do your duties, don't forget to bring a good pound of Vaseline when you come back and a big fat cucumber, the size of your spear. Vaseline was a word everyone knew, Pom and I raised our eyebrows. The combination of cucumber and Vaseline made us speculate what we were in for. While we prepared the bed for him, the colonel himself readied the water pipe. He was like most Arabs hooked on smoking tobacco that way. I did once too, but coughed too much, and I must say that I rather smoke something else, if you know what I mean. He sat on this enormous Arabian couch in a way only royals can. He had style and good taste. The fact that he chose both of us to lie with him confirmed that, He finally crashed out on the bed. Yawning a bit behind his fist, he spoke: Pom and you friend, come over here on the bed and make yourselves comfortable. I snuggled against his ribcage just under his left armpit; Pom lay on the right side and had his head on his tummy. -Mmm, that feels nice and cozy. -You like, Pom asked in his childish way, always calling for attention. -Like what, Pom, the colonel asked. -Jet toot? -Jet toot? What is that? -He means arse fucking, sir. -Yes, I mean I like to fuck yes, but you like Jet toot in your little bum? -Crap pom, said Pom enthusiastically and turned straight away on his tummy pointing at his rear end. -Hu Allah, if you were to do that in Afghanistan everyone would hire your services, the Pashtuns just adore shiny behinds like yours, he raved and patted the boy's bum a few times. What about you Rashid? What would you do for me? -Anything sir... -Could I fuck you? -Sure, no problem, though I am still tight in here like a virgin, I don't mind being taken by a royalty. -How many times have you sucked Redouane's zob? -Not so often, sir to tell you the truth, he was quickly bored with me and dumped me for another boy like an old shirt. -Oh, sweetie, how sad, come over here. What don't you suck my stallion down below a bit while I play with you back entrance? Gradually I will prepare the barn for my stud, but you must first make him very merry. Sure, sir. I nodded. Right away. I lunged over to his dark spot, got my fist around the upward jutting muscle and set out to do what would be most gratifying for his lordship. Nourredine entered without knocking at the door. He pretended not to see anything special. Only eggplant I have sir, no cucumber right now and a big pot of Vaseline. -Good. You can leave. Pom, while I ma busy with Rashid you must get yourself ready. Oooooghh, Rashid, god what a dedication, I can barely speak. So I mean, Pom, you put that stuff in your tiny little hole and then you keep the eggplant in there for like fifteen minutes. How big you can take in there? -Velyyyy biggg, sil, look. Pom parted his buttocks and showed an anus at least four centimeters in diameter. The colonel looked shocke but quickly recomposed himself and blurted: Oh wow, very nice and wide, I am sure you can take me if you exercices a bit with the eggplant. Screw it in as far as you can. While you do that you must suck my nipple, you can alzo bite on it if the pain is too much, ok? -Crap pom (Yes sir). I was still stuck on this giant lollypop giving the best head I could. I didn't want to let him down and wanted to get my arse as soon as possible out of here to Libya. -You know what? Why don't you take turns in bobbing? Pom sucks one time and then you take over from him and then he takes it again and so on, while he suck you can massage my balls and so can he when you blow my whistle. That's what we did, at one point we got together licking at his pillar from two sides. The master moaned and spread his legs, I got to rubbing his inside thighs and pulled at his hairs there. Pom continued blowing him. -Soop buri eek mai? (More cigarette sucking?) He'd ask. We all laughed. The master had injected his index finger up my soft arse and pushed in the eggplant further up Pom's fourth eye. That's how the master called it...a fourth eye. Frequently he asked us to wink with it so that the sphincter tightened around the plant and his finger. He pistoned his way in and out; it lasted for ages. Our saliva ran and roamed freely from his huge cock to the well shaped afro bushy balls, I could see the sunbeams dancing on his dick head. -I fractioned up and down, until he couldn't take no more and wanted blurt out a thousand sighs, but confined his `oohs' and `aahs' to himself. -Ok, enough of this, come her Pom let me take that eggplant out of your chic butt hole. It's harvesting time. Get both your legs over my lord down here and slowly lower yourself on it. -You Rashid keep licking my balls and cock head, but on your side, I want to see you masturbating while I finger you. -Yes sir! -I shouted happily. My cut dick stood whopping against my tummy, I felt like peeing, but I knew it was something else. The mater's finger went into my treasure trove simultaneously with Pom allowing the giant head to break into his hot Siamese love hole. -Yes, sil, move mole, some mole, ooh yes sil, you vely good and stlong, I like you. Push a little haldel. Yes, now move in and out. -You dlive me clazy, you nutty Siamese, the colonel laughed heartily. Speak no more or my royal will go to sleep and you will not like if I leave youl plecious tight hole. Now the Thai boy needed no more indications. He was truly a pro, much more than me. I could learn from him. He just rode the master with this beatic smile over his lips. Hopping, sliding moving like on those gummy balls with handles you can bop around with like a kangaroo. -The eggplant worked well. The colonel got his hips and loins gyrating his like a spastic. -Stop he yelled close to an orgasm. He gasped for air. -Off you go, Pom. Now I want Rashid. But I will get the action. Rudely he pushed me over, proof of his juices boiling inside; they wanted to leave his body immediately. On your stomach, Rashid, fast! I flung a pillow under my tummy and waited for him to pounce on me. I had no time to count, suddenly he screw his cock into my well prepared love hole. I shook with every clash of his loins against my soft gluttons. -Say you want more, Rashid, say it!! -I want more sir, more sir. -beg me for it, shout and scream as hard as you can. -I want mooooooooooooooooooooooore siiiiirrrrr!!! Moooooooooooreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please. -Tat's it, push against my dick and balls, I need to feel your every fiber of shit, by Allah I swear, you must move harder. I pushed and pushed and moaned like a bitch of five dirham, I grabbed my own dick and squeezed and pulled like a mad boy. -Oooghgh. Ogogh, ye yea yeas, aaaaaaaaaaah - He shot all he had and pulled my head to his chest by my ears. I had it all, I could feel the semen swim looking for eggs I didn't have. I was so happy, to be the chosen one, to having received this royal semen. -Thank you my lord, I uttered. I love you sir. Pom rapidly took place behind the colonel and licked his arse hole lovingly. -let me clean you, I offered. -Ok ok, the master presented his cock in my hands. I pampered his genitals with a warm loving tongue. -Hush hush, I said, I will take care of you...let me kiss you. And I did, again and again. -Thank you boys, you have done me so much good, you deserve to stay with me tonight in the bed. We will never part, I promise you. Only for certain hard rough sex I will take Gnawas and of course Hans. There is another boy I want to try, heard of him from Redouane, his name is Patrick. -Yes sir, he is good, but also the little English boys do well. -In deed. -Ok in a few hours we will go to take bath in the hammam. For now go and take a rest or have some fun at the pool with the others and send one of the guards to see me. His body guard arrived while Muamar was taking a nap. -Sir, the circus director lets you know that he will go wherever you like him to go; of course he has his price. -Send him over. -Yes sir. Write me Aihufist@yahoo.com Read more stories of this at prolific authors