Date: Wed, 29 Jun 2005 11:39:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Hammam 3 Hammam III by Aihu Fist Vikings in Morrocco My father scolded me for coming late. Many boats had left already in the pitch dark. I begged him not to beat me, but he wouldn't listen. He threw me on the bed, tore of my shorts and took his cane. It came down like whip, it hurt so much, and I started to cry. My sobbing changed into screaming. -Son of a bitch, I yelled, with every stroke I felt. He didn't understand English anyway. Asshole, motherfucker, and all the words I picked up from my zamel friends, straight into his face. The bastard, how I hated him. The fifth stroke was the last one, he sighed: -My son, you have to obey your father, it is written in the Holy Quoran that we must not spare the rod for our children. That's exactly what I am doing. You are lucky you don't go to school where the Mfiq (religion teacher) would spank you every day and not only five strokes. I love you, that's why I have to punish you, you understand? I nodded, maybe he was right, and after all he was my dad. My bottom was bruised so much I couldn't sit on it. -Azzedine, go and take care of him, get some ice cubes and put it on his bottom, quickly. Azzedine, the prick, had been watching the scene from the roof window. When he came through the doorway I saw he had a hard on. He smiled like a viper. --Did it hurt brother? He smooched. -Let me see, mmmh, that looks real bad, tomorrow it'll be purple like an overripe plum. He slowly put the ice cubes which were wrapped up in a cloth and let them skid up and down the marks of punishment. -Ouch, ouch, not to much of pressure, you idiot, Raschid cussed. -You are a wimp, aren't you, Rachid. Jus a few stokes, huh? I had once ten from your dad and I had no one to take care of me, your dad just left me there on the bed. At night he sneaked up on me and couldn't care what he'd done, or he had forgotten about it. He was drunk like a boar, put his hand over my mouth and shove his hard prick up my ass, like that. I couldn't even scream. The water was running down the now glistening cheeks into the beautiful crevice. Azzedine caught hold of the bulk of ice cubes with his other hand and guided the tiny rivers of icy water with one finger inside the glen of Rashids ass. -Stop it, Azzedine, you have no right, I don't... -Shhhh, habibi, like this you will forget about the pain, let me do. Your dad asked me to take care of you, so let me in my own way. While saying this he had his middle finger near the Rashids heavenly gate. Rachid closed his eyes and tried not think of the kind who had made love to him in his dreams that late afternoon. -Mmmmh, go on, I like it, push it in slowly, Azz, real slow. Azzedine was in with half his finger, pulling and poking left to right stretching the inner walls. As he went on, he forgot about the ice and dropped it next to the bed. His Bermuda stood like a tent. Rashid saw that and reached out with his nimble fingers. -Come over here, you dumb ass. In a minute Azzedine's Bermudas lay at his feet and Rashid was pulling his foreskin s if he were milking a cow. -Bend over; I want to see your ass inside. Open your cheeks real wide and moan like a pregnant cow when I lap your inside. -You don't feel pain no more? -No, now shut up, zamel or I will squeeze your nuts. Lap he did, his balls, his cock, sucking it like a hover. -Oooh, no, stop, please, I can't handle this, please, you are biting too much, your teeth hurt. Then as he said this, he pushed Rashid's head away and slapped him on his head. -You monster, you bit me just to hurt me, look what I'll do to you now. Azzedine jumped on Rashid, pushed him down real hard with his face down in the pillow. Spread Rashid's legs, spat on his cock and went for Rashid's anus. -This will teach you how to handle me, you prick. Rashid was no match for Azzedine who weighed like fifty four kilograms. He had his hands secured on the bed while he was pounding his rear. -00000000000hhhhh, he came at full force, falling over him biting his necks and scratching in lust the Rashid's thighs. -This was awesome. No minute later they heard a voice. -Rashid! Get your butt over here and fast. Azzedine ran for the shower while Rachid moved slowly to the deck. -What's up, dad? -I am sorry, I have beaten you like this, I really am. I should have asked first why you had come so late, surely you had a reason. -I met someone in the bazaar: A young man, who wants me to work for him. He will pay me, he said and I can stay in his house for the night and eat. -Mmh, that sounds nice, but then I won't have you herewith me, his dad said. To fuck me, you mean, Rashid thought. -He gave me a phone number for you to call him. He wants us to have dinner with him. -Let me think it over, my son, we have time. Now we go fishing. The boat sped away skimming the waves; it was full moon and no clouds to be seen. There would be plenty of fish and his dad was happy now. Only a few days later, his father had rung Redouane. Appointment was made, Redouane was anxious to please Rashid's dad. -Asalam Aleikhoum, come in and feel at home. The room looked brighter then when Rashid had visited it. There were flowers on the table and exotic fruits on a huge platter. The long sofa which could bear at least ten people was covered with silk cloth from Kashmir. This man is rich, Rashid's dad thought. -No wife? His dad asked? -I am soon to marry, but I have time to choose, you see. It is not easy to find someone of my standing. -I see. -You are a fisherman, aren't' you? -Yes, I am, but unfortunately the fish is getting scarce, because of the bloody Spaniards who come and fish here out of their territorial waters. It is hard to raise my son; he is very active and lingers too long in the streets, hanging out with all those Roumis, who have no faith in the lord. Allah be praised, that I have a good health and that a man like you wants to give my son a chance. But what will I do without his tiny little hands. He repairs the nets and cleans the boat. I will miss him. His mum died long time ago... -Maybe we can make it up, but... Both of them looked at Rashid who sat there wagging his feet from a high chair; was he listening, course he was. -Rashid, my dear, could you go and buy some cigarettes for me around the corner? Rashid ran off quickly, because he didn't want to miss a bit of the conversation. He was back as lightening only to hid behind the door and put his ear against. -So, you mean, he is actually not your son and has been your sex toy for all these years? -Well, yes, you see I also have had offers from rich Arabs from the Emirates and Dubai. There is a sheikh who wants to pay a thousand Dirham just to have him one night in the hotel. But I want more for my precious Rashid. He is my jewel on my invisible crown, he laughed. -Listen, my friend, in this case I'll be frank with you. I don't want to wait to get to heaven where after a saintly life I will be paid with virgin boys. I can have heaven here. I set my eyes on Rashid and I want him now. The job I offered him is just for him to believe I have nothing else in store. I think he is a full blood stallion to add to the others of my stable in Tangiers or Fez. I offer you a million Dirham, but on one condition: you may never see him again and if you do It will only be if Rashid himself asks for it. -Deal. -I'll send you the cheque this week and you tell him in your own way that he can work for me on the conditions I told you. -Safi, safi (all right), dad said. -Now where is the tajine? -he clapped in his hands and the maid appeared. The same time Rashid appeared. -Where have you been that long? his dad asked a bit worried. -The shop had no more cigarettes, I had to check a few other shops. Ok, come and sit down here next to your boss, Redouane said. Rashid looked at his dad, who nodded and said: do what the man tells you. He is truly your boss now. I will leave you here after dinner and you start working straight away. You must work hard, do you hear, because he is a gentleman and will look after you for a long time. He has the right to beat you if you don't obey, just like I do. Show him your butt. -But.. -No buts, do it, so he can see how I spank you if you misbehave. -Rashid peeled his pants off his but very slowly, because it still sored. His father had bought him a pair of jeans and underwear just for this occasion. He didn't want to appear to poor for this rich man. -Ohhh, dear, dear, Redouane said. What a pity for this boy. Next time you obey your dad, you see. But it won't happen anymore because you will live here. I have other punishments, you see. When he said this he winked at his dad, who got the message. Tajine was served with couscous and wine for the adults and Coca-Cola for Rashid. It was all very ceremonial with desert, a coffee and smoking the water pipe. His father went after he kissed his son goodbye. -look after yourself, my dear. Rashid saw a small tears popping up in his eyes. His dad felt embarrassed, brushed his tears away, turned around and walked fast away. -Wow, Rashid thought, some are ready to pay a million Dirham for me. I am worth a fortune! -Come in Rashid and close the door. I sent away the maid, because I only want men in my house. You will be here all the time. Now listen carefully to what I have to say. My shop on the outside looks like any other shop in the Bazaar, but you should not judge the book by its cover. I am wealthy and I have very wealthy customers. From now on when I am alone with you, you will have to walk around in the house almost naked, because my guests like to be served by a naked boy. To tease them you will not go naked but with a golden tanga which has a lock on it. Only I have the key to it. Not only will you walk around like that, you will also dance for them and anything they like to see from you, but only with my consent. If ever I catch doing things without my consent I will punish you. When not working in the shop, you will dress as common as possible and look for tourists, whom you will bring here to see carpets, silver platters and any other Arab handicraft for them to buy. You pick out the most handsome and the younger the better. Have you understood? -Yes, boss. -I am Redouane, you call me boss only in front of my guests. Now let's go and see what you will wear. Rashid was guided into a huge room with full of clothes in ala materials, mostly gowns, djelabahs, Arab trousers all in silk or refined cotton with sequins to it. I have about a hundred of strings here, all with a padlock on it. Today you will wear the emerald colored one; it got turquoises stones on it and a zipper of gold. But also each one of them has a micro chip in it. -What's a chip? -You don't know? Not important, forget about it. As long as I know what it serves for, it's ok. Go on put it on. That pair of jeans is too new for you to fetch tourists. They will only follow poor boys to a place like mine. So, first put on the string and then a pair of dirty shorts like you were wearing when I first saw you. Rashid slid out of his pants with regret, a bit overwhelmed with so mush input. Was he to be a sex slave, he thought...really and what would that imply? Would he earn money for himself, unlikely not. But, Redouane was cool, rich and he was loved by him, wasn't he? -Ok, now, off you go hunting tourists. You have experience I heard from your father, so I count on you. Rashid was in no time at the Jewish quarter where he saw a few young men with a backpack. He waited in front of their hotel for hours. It was nearly dark when one of them came out. Blond hair, no beard, white like he hadn't seen sun for ages. He went straight for him. -Hallo wie gehts, hello how are you, bonjour, comment ça va? The young guy got perplexed. -So young and so many languages. Where did you learn this? -On the streets with tourists like you, he smiled. -Really, how old are you? -Ten, he lied. He looked ten, because he was malnourished. -Can I take you to bazaar? --Dunno, maybe tomorrow.. -But I am hungry and I work for business. You don't like shop, you can get tea for free, you like, ok? -Oh, well, I have lots of time, I can come with you? So they walked back to the shop. Redouane, looking worried, shouted at Rashid in a mock anger: Where have you been all day? You no good. I have been waiting and no customer. Come in sir, you are my first customer, so you bring me luck. -I don't come to buy now, just look and maybe later... -No problem friend, sit down, want some mint tea, good Moroccan tea. -Ok -Rashid! Hurry and get this man a pillow to sit on. The maid wasn't here, so Rashid had to bring the tea. Redouane scanned the young man. He wasn't too bad looking at all. A well-proportioned handsome boy in tight Bermudas, tight T-shirt that showed his pecks, no beer tummy either, but most of all, no beard. His voice was still in boy's pitch. He was fair skinned with a few freckles here and there. His arms showed no trace hair either. -Where you from? -Denmark. -How old? -Sixteen. -You travel alone like that? -Yes, he smiled, no problem, my parents are very liberal, you see. When I was younger, I traveled al lot with them to various countries. The curtain behind him was moving. What's your name? -Gunnar, he smiled again showing his teeth a bit more. -I am Redouane, everyone knows me here, so don't be afraid, you are in good hands. -It's hot, here, do you have a fan? -Yes, yes. A fan was put next to him by Rashid, who at the same time handed him the pillow. -Feel at home, if you want to take your T-shirt off, feel free. I know it's hot for people like you coming from a cold country. I have a brother who lives in Copenhagen; he likes your women very much. You like women too? -So, so, I have no girlfriend really, I haven't found the true one yet, he chuckled. -Nah, I don't think so. We in Morocco have sex when very young. I fyou hang around here you will find a nice gazelle. Gunnar smiled again. Now,Redouane moved over to Gunnar and took place next to him. Gunnar reacted a bit unsettled by the swift move of his host. -You never had sex at all? -Nah, not really... He became shy and blushed. Redouane saw that and took advantage of his timidity by going straight to his goal. -How long you have no sex, my friend? Since I was thirteen, well I told you not real sex, just ahm, just... -Jerking off? -Gunnar looked straight in Redouane's face, and said: -Yes, yes. How do you know? His Bermuda was growing at the spot of his groin. The T-shirt was showing off his navel and tiny fluffs of yellowish pubic hair. -Let's smoke a bit. You like smoking, don't you? Yeah, I have smoked some pot here and there with a friend. The curtains were moving again and some cough was heard. Redouane, pretended not to hear, but grew worried inside, cursing Rashid. Gunnar looked around, wondering who was coughing. Who is behind, the curtain? -My wife, don't worry. You will not see her, because she is shy. We recently married and I don't want anyone to see her but me. -Can I see your handicraft? -Yes sure, come over here. The room was dark with only a few bulbs giving light. It was cooler here. -It's better here, Gunnar said. Rashid brought the joints. They were lighted and Gunnar inhaled deeply. -Mmh, strong stuff. -Redouane, was sure something was on its way. The net was closing in, in a little while the fish would be pulled in. -We have hundreds of carpets and copper platters, gold and silver too. Gunnar stood there with his arms crossed over his naked chest and squinting his eyes into the dim lit room. -Wow nice stuff, he whispered. Was he talking about the pot or the carpets? Suddenly, as he bent over to feel one of the carpets, two young men appeared from nowhere and grabbed Gunnar by his legs and arms. -He didn't even know what was happening; he moved his arms and shouted: let me go, please. Let go of me. -Bring him over here, Redouane whispered. Bring him to the special room. So said, so done. Keep him steady on his legs; I want you to strip him of his Bermudas with this knife. Gunnar was trembling on his legs, too far gone to react. -Muhamed! Hold his feet. I'll keep him steady, Redouane said. Allal, you start cutting from the back, real slow, but don't hurt him. -Ok, boss. The Bermuda slowly revealed a white pair of briefs with a few stains of poop in it. They had cut up the Bermuda from the back and had Gunnar lay down on his tummy. -I want to sniff him like dog, get back... Oooh, this white mans odor drives me crazy. Ooh dear, Gunnar, what a lovely smell you have from behind. Redouane tore at the briefs with his teeth and shred them to pieces like a mad canine. He even tasted the poop. A torch lighted up his ass's crack. -Quick Rachid, come and unzip my fly and while I lick him you must suck my dick real hard. You Allal lift up his head and pump him in his mouth, while Muhamed fucks you in your throat. It was all frenzy, and no one said 'no'. Gunnar started moaning like a whore. Was he in pain or was he enjoying it? -Faster, Rashid, now get my pants of and fuck me too. Rashid hurried and plunged his wee little dick into Redouane's tight ass. -Wow, this Viking is so tight, he has never been fucked, and I am sure, just the perfect match for me. Look how he moves back and forward with my hip movements. He loves it. It was true that Gunnar did collaborate; his mouth was full with meat nearly gagging, but he had his lips around it as if it was a second sphincter. The Allal couldn't resist and squirted all his cum on Gunnars head, cleaning his cock with Gunnars wiry hair. While Mahmud was still pumping till he screamed for the whole world to hear. The load he shot leaked over Allal's nose and ears. -Lick it off, Redouane, ordered Allall, who obeyed instantly. -Ugh,ugh aaagh, Redouane had lost his cum inside Gunnar who was still moving his ass back and forth. Rashid came at the same time while Redouane had turned on his back. He put his legs around Rashid taking him in a scissors grip and kissed him real long on his mouth. -I love you, Rashid, I really do. That was the key for Rashid to release all he got, spasming into madness and unable to control his jerkings. -Me too, boss. -Everyone takes a shower, but first we take Gunnar to the slave room. Handcuff him and lock the door. We may need him later. I won't let go off him that quickly, he sniggered. In the hotel some of his travel companions got worried, but the hotel owner said: don't worry, he surely met some hospitable Moroccan and spent the night there. This Arab customs, he'll be back tomorrow, don't worry. Allal and Mahmud were spotless clean and went home; Rashid was walking around in his emerald string preparing the table with another nice plate of tajine for his master. Will Gunnar be able to escape? Will his friends find out about him? Will Redouane find other victims? Will Rashid be able to bring in more? Let me know? At aihufist@yahoo.com