Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2005 07:46:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Hammam 5 Hammam part 5 by Aihu Fist The collection Redouane reeked through Rashid's curly hair. -My sweet little pecker, how do you like it here in bed with me? Do you miss your dad? -I love it here, I really do, Redouane and I don't give a fig for my dad, and he isn't my real dad anyway. -Mmh isn't he, huh. Now, dear, you may never see him again, I never told you that did I? -Only, if I want it isn't it? Oops, he betrayed himself? -Have you been eavesdropping when I was talking to your dad? -No, no I just guessed, it. -You are a liar, yes, you are. I think I need to correct this thinking of yours. Redouane reached for a bell and rang it a couple of times. Allal came in...to Rashid's surprise he was wearing a string too. How come he never saw those boys earlier. They were about the age of Gunnar only much stronger and real black like full blood Negroes. His string was too small as his cock and balls were so pronounced in form. In sleeping position it looked like a curled up fifteen centimeters. -Come here Allal. Redouane whispered something in his ear whichmade Allal leave in a hurry the way he had come. On his ankles he was wearing cuffs with small bells. This was made such so that no one could sneak away or spy on Redouane. -You know I like you Rashid, and so far, you have pleased me, but you need refinement for my guests, who are extremely demanding. Rashid got truly scared and tried to please him. -Please sir, I won't misbehave, I truly will not. While saying this he tilted his head to kiss Redouane's nipple. -Never mind, I know I will mould you soon, right now you need some chastising and correction. Allal came in with a key and a box. -Open up the lock here, my dear. The string was real tight and the silk was reinforced with very subtle mesh wire, which had and integrated padlock. In a second, Rashid lay bare before both of them. -Stand up Rashid and lift your arms. Allal brought up a rope from a giant wooden box, in there laid a three-meter long plastic tube and a dildo carved out of pure jade. -Allal blindfold him, take him to the special room and tie him up at the pillar, next to the Frog. -Yes, sir. -Rashid knew it was no use in crying, though he didn't know what was in store for him he followed without resistance. -Do not get near my Viking, as he is yet to be tamed by me. -Yes sir. Redouane rubbed his hands and smirked. -What a business, I have, I wouldn't trade with no one. I even get paid for it. Allah is praised. Gunnar pricked up his ears when he heard the door screech. -Help me, let me go, who is there? I am a European; let me go!!! Allal, nearly burst out in an uncontrollable laugh while pushing forward Rashid. -Zid (move) he ordered. Rashid, still naked was pushed against a stone cold column, which was part of twelve other ones that formed a circle. In the darkness, no one could see that. Each column was separated with a curtain that ran till the center of the room. His hands were tied together and in one movement Allal suspended him in the air by hooking the rope that bound his hands onto a huge steel crochet on the column. He was dangling a bout half a meter form the floor. I f he got tired he could put his feet onto a small step just underneath his feet. But as long as the master wasn't there, he was not allowed to do this. He heard footsteps, heavily clicking like the shoes had metal on the heels. Redouane stood there silently, closed all the curtains around the column and approached Rashid, while humming an Arab lullaby. -Dear sweet fisher boy, you must learn never to lie again to me. Now lift up your legs real high, so high as if you are going to swing to the other side of the room. Yeah, like that, higher, ok, keep it there. That's fine. Allal, open the box and give me item number one. He handed him the jade dildo. -Lubricate it...and give it quick. -I cannot hold my legs anymore, Redouane. -Don't worry my boy; Allal will keep them up for you. Allal did so as he was ordered. He stood behind the pillar, which wasn't that broad in diameter. His arms reach around the column and grasped Rashid's thighs from behind. They were in a firm grip. Out of the box a long tube was hauled. It had a penis like nozzle which he lubricated with olive oil. -Ok, action. It slid in, or rather Redouane inserted it with love into this tight boy hole, then Allal switched on a generator in that same box. The tube vacuumed every little shit or turd it could find. At the same time by a double layer, some cleansing water was sprayed inside Rashid's colon. This lasted for about ten minutes. Rashid shrieked and giggled like a little girl, only to stop when the nozzle left his tight rectum. -Action two: now Allal! The jade dildo got shoved up Rashid's wee tight rose bud, which slightly gave in to the pressure of gigantic mock penis. -Easy, my little stud, you can take it all. -Ouch, no, ouch, no no oh no oh no no ooh!!! He cried. -This turns me on, my dear. Remember you are only at the beginners stage in your career as a sex slave; you have no idea what my guests like, hahaha, really, no idea! -Rashid was really sobbing and whining, but the dildo shove up his rascal ass like melting butter. -Ok, that's it, Allal, have him dressed in his dirty shorts, but don't forget to make him wear his string. The dildo was like twelve centimeters long and four centimeters in diameter, which he could not take out. -Listen my sweet gazelle; I will let you go now with this big zob up your little boy cunt, it will stretch your inside for our pleasure and that of others. In a few weeks you will take any goddamn cock of any size up there, and we can still stretch it further. One day I get my fist in there. Rashid shuddered, just the thought of it. Would that be fun or would it rip me apart? -Now no more foolishness, get on the streets and spy on that hotel where you picked up my Viking. See if you fine one more. Offer your services as a tourist guide and see what you can bring in. He was not alone, remember? I hope I can get another one to my collection. If you fail, you will have to stay one more day with that zob up your ass, and if you dare to shit on it, you will be in for some spanking, you here? -Yes, master...sorry, ahm Redouane. -Off you go, zid. While saying this he patted him on the bum. -You Allal, come back right away, I need you. Redouane removed the curtains. He could smell Gunnar from a hundred meters; his own cock was getting hard. How he needed to get off quickly. He was sparing Rashid; he didn't want to damage him, such a pretty young thing. But this Viking, already sixteen, at the edge of getting plucked before the plum got overripe, he thought. He pushed a button, which made the bed rise vertically. He wouldn't switch on the light this time. I will only use my senses. From the back of the bed he detached a wooden plank. Now Gunnar stood bare naked from the back too, his wrist and ankles still attached to the frame of the bed. He passed his hand slowly over his buttocks as if he were caressing a stallion. -Zouin, zouin (beautiful), he whispered in his right ear. His fingers rustled up and down sliding in Gunnar's crack. Gunnar moved forward, to avoid the touching. -Don't move my young Viking stud; you are mine for this night. Saying this he plunged all his fingers into Gunnar's cleft and parted the vigorous white cheeks. They were soft and at the same time he felt the hard boy muscles resist his touching there. Redouane got down on his knees, moistened his tongue and stuck it deep inside, probing and searching, licking biting at his soft flesh. His butt was more female than male, leaving the androgynous state behind. This he felt with the muck of blond anus dew in his lips. He heard a bang. Allal out of breath ran quickly towards his master. He had a basin of water, a piece of soap and a razor blade with him. -Let me do it, Allal. While I take care of the front, you take care of him behind. -What do I do, master? -Just pull his cheeks apart, put your finger in there, prepare that stud for me, do what you like but keep your own cock away from it, you hear? -Yes, master. Redouane took Gunnars cock and pulled it real tight down wards. Allal, grab it! Allal secured Gunnar's dick, which was growing in size real fast and pulled through Gunnar's thighs. Redouane soaked the whole sack and groin with finest soap he had. He pushed his testicles deep down in their holes and started chewing on the sack itself. -Mmmh, how tasty you are! Swiftly he passed the razor blade on his pubes; his fluffy nut bag was a joy to feel. He kneaded it, over and over. -You enjoy it, my friend? Mmh? Gunnar shook his head and spat a big lump of phlegm. -Mmm, chouf, haram habibi,haram, enti Haram. (Look, this is bad, real bad, my friend). Now he moved to the back ad he had cleared the front with water. -Tear his ass cheeks wide open, Allal. This is very fragile; shine your torch on it. -I forgot master, -Safi (ok), then use your lighter. . The sight of a sphincter lit up by a flame was to behold. -The soft sound of a lighter igniting a flame made Gunnar shiver and instinctively jerke his round as away. The cheeks slipped out of Allal's fingers. -Hold him, damned! I don't want to cut him up here. A sponge soaked in soap went in. Then followed by the blade. Allal couldn't withhold himself and shot his cum through his string. -Why you did that, idiot? I needed you for this job! -Sorry master. -Water. Redouane rinsed the sponge and rubbed Gunnar's ass and buttocks again. -Get out of my way, Allal. I want to probe this new hole. Redouane, unbuttoned his fly of his jeans, tore them down instantly, peeled his Calvin Klein briefs of his hairy butt and pressed his swollen rod against Gunnar's begging-for-a-fuck-arse hole. -Open up the jar and help me, he ordered Allal. Allal poured the content over the stiff prick and spread the liquid from his glans to his balls. -Mmmh, I love it, Redouane moaned. -What is this master? -Pure honey mixed with virgin urine. Now fill his hole with it. Allal was not that delicate. His finger with long nails made Gunnar jump again. It was sticky from both sides, but the coming and going of this Arab dick was sliding with the fluidity of a trombone. Gunnar did say no more, he just sighed and bowed his head and moaned and moaned and sighed, just like the one who was riding him. As he was getting to a climax, he ordered Allal. -Show the collection, now!!! Allal ran to the pillar in front of Gunnar, pushed d a button there, automatically all curtains disappeared in to a cranny in the wall, the light flashed on blinding all of them. The room was flooded with light and next to each pillar stood similar tables. They were slowly rising in vertical stand like the one Gunnar was on. About ten European boys were clasped to a frame like him. The youngest one couldn't be more than five years old. Their eyes wide open staring at Gunnar. The climax of Redouane seemed to be orchestrated. He counted: -One, two...thr.eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. He shot his cum while Gunnar's body was shuddering with the explosion. The boys who saw the orgasm coming to a close shouted in choir: Allah Hu Akbar (god is great), which was followed by ululuhuuuu sound the women normally produce during the weddings. Redouane got off 'his stallion', his dick still standing proudly, walked around to the front and stared at Gunnar, who had his pecker whopping savagely in the air. -Welcome to my stable, now you are truly mine. In the mean time in the city of Essaouira, Rashid saw, two other boys talking nervously with the hotel owner of Hotel Paris. They were arguing, shouting at the man. He heard they were going to call the police. Rashid ran his legs off to help the man out of this delicate but dangerous situation. He introduced himself to the owner and asked in an innocent way if he could help him out. -These boys are crazy; they have lost their friend and want to call the police. -Why, sir? -The lost a friend of theirs. -How is he like? -Like them, badly dressed like all European hippies, blond hair, blue eyes. They are not family but friends, they met in Spain. -I saw a young man in Jewish quarter; I can take on of them there. He quickly looked at them, which one should he take? Rashid thought quickly. One was very thin, wearing a tight Lycra Bermuda, something no one would be even thinking of wearing here, certainly no self-respecting macho would. He had black sleek hair, a few necklaces and in both ears he had silver earrings. I don't know anything about European culture, Rashid thought, but this one looks real queer, the other one was a bit on the muscled side, nice face, but no match for Redouane, most likely to become a problem in his stable. The black haired one didn't grow any hair on his legs. He should come with me, Rashid thought. He winked at him, trying to seduce him. -I am too tired to walk to the bazaar, the muscled one said. You go with him, mate. Is that all right for you? -Yes, sure, if I don't come back, you ring the embassy, you hear? -Sure brother. -Bingo, Rashid thought. And they moved their asses heading to the bazaar. What's your name? -Patrick Where you from? Belgium. -Ah, oui? Je parle Français aussi. ( I talk French tôo) How old are you? -Sixteen like my friend Gunnar. -How old is the other one? -Seventeen. He is not a big friend of mine, actually. Gunnar is my real friend, I miss him a dearly. We are like brothers. -Really? You mean you know each other that well. -Yes, he knows all my secrets and I know his. -That's really brother like, huh? -Yes, but I am now worried where to find him. -Can we rest for a while? I am tired.You like to share a coke? -Ok. So, they sat there and sipped the coke, watching pedestrians. -Where are we now? -Where the Jews used to live. -Not many tourists here, huh? -No, I think you are the very few, it is not tourist season, you know. Rashid felt the dildo with every move his butt made and felt uncomfortable. Wobbling his ass from one end to another. -You look like a nice kid, to me? -Really? -Yes, I think Moroccan boys are handsome. While saying this Rashid felt Patrick's eyes piercing him at his groin. -You don't like girls? -Ye..yeah, yeah, but they are difficult to go out with. Patrick stretched his arms upwards, pulling his T-shirt out of his Bermuda. Rachid saw a glimpse of Patrick's huge package. And it looked that it was not in sleeping mode. -Wow, you have big zob. -Zob? -there, look, your cock so big! -Patrick, embarrassed quicly pulled his T-shirt over it. -Why is it hard? -Dunno. Why you look at it? -Because I like your Bermudas, then I see that cock, can I touch. On the other side of the street, some men were observing the two; in particular they were watching Patrick. Rashid saw how they looked over their shoulder to look at Patrick's sexy butt. -Yes, you can, Patrick said, but pretend you are looking for my money belt. He was wearing a money belt indeed but on his hip sideways. Rashid clever enough, brushed his elbow over his cock while touching his money belt. -Allah, it is biiig. -And yours? -You cannot touch, my dad forbid. -Ok. Now then let's walk. A big bearded man who passed them by looked at Patrick. -Zamel (faggot), he shouted. He heard this at least five times crossing from one street to another. Patrick asked him: -What are they saying? -They think you are handsome. Really? He blushed. How you say 'thank you'? -'Choukhran'. -Next time they call me handsome again I will thank them. Moroccans are really sweet. Now let's move, it is already midday. -Come we will find him soon. They walked like an hour more. Rashid wanted to wear him out on purpose. He has to be dead tired when I enter Redouane's shop, Rashid thought. Finally at two p.m. they knocked on the door and Redouane opened up. -Hi, come in my friend, Redouane, said. -Sit down, my god you look exhausted. Have some tea? -Yes, please. Patrick looked around and smiled. -It smells lovely here and you have a lot of silver ware too. -I have everything, my dear. All international tourists come here. -Actually, I am worried about my friend, Patrick said. That's why I am here. This guide brought me here, I don't know why. But maybe it is because you know or you can help me. My other friend is waiting in the hotel. Our parents think we are still traveling in Spain, you see. No one knows we are here. -Very interesting, Redouane thought, interesting indeed. So, nothing to worry about, it seems. I got Gunnar and this one here and the last one in the hotel. I must send Allal after him. H must bring him over here with a lie, tell him that Patrick got sick. -I see, I see. I do have my connections, and the town isn't too big. Why don't you wait here I send out my servant to find your friend. You know, the Arab telephone, as we call it is real fast. No one escapes our attention and certainly not a western tourist as young as you. Why don't you eat something? Rashid, get him a sandwich and Allal; you go as fast as you can to invite his young friend at the hotel for us to have a couscous meal here. Who knows we will share it with your friend who is missing. Allal went. A sandwich was served, which Patrick ate with a big appetite. -Some wine? -Thank you, you are most kind. -You are at home. -Do they all wear shorts like that in your country? -Not that many, but some do. -Like you? -Yes, Patrick blushed again. He didn't know what to think. Why this attention on his Bermudas? -If you feel cozier you can lie down on the pillows here and eat at ease, just like the Romans did, Redouane joked. Basically he wanted to see how big Patrick's cocks was. Patrick seemingly unaware of the size of his genitals did exactly what was suggested, as he felt exhausted. He was sweating profusely even in his lycras. Redouane saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The sweat showed stains near his ping-pong size balls. He felt the heat creeping up his groin. -I see that you are tired. I can give you a good massage, which will relieve you soon of that tiredness. You like? You don't pay anything, Moroccan hospitality. -Really, I never heard of Moroccan Massage. How is it like? -Well you have to try it out; I cannot describe the massage for you. -Move your butt over here and put all these pillows away. Patrick got on his tummy on the carpet. -You must take of your shirt, ok? -Ok, Patrick smiled. -Place your arms in front of you and put a pillow under your tummy. -Now relax. Patrick now felt his tummy growling, twisting as if a hand was pulling his testiness in and out of shape. He wanted to talk but couldn't. What was going on? He thought. As he was thinking this, Redouane had started rubbing his shoulders, pulling the skin of his spine as if he were skinning a rabbit. He patted his shoulders, rubbed his hair, pulled his cheeks and back to his neck. -You like it? -Mm... Redouane knew by this faint reaction that the potion was working. In a minute he wouldn't find resistance any more. His hands moved stealthily to his ass making swirls with the tops of his fingers. Prodding, pushing, poking and kneading his way through the meaty buns. You like it? -Okkkkhhhhhhhhh! This was like coming out of the depths of depths. Now nearly unconscious, he heard: -Patrick, listen, my dear, I think you ate something bad in the morning, you hear? You are so weak; I must take care of you. He said this, so that it would be engraved in his mind by the time he woke up, he wouldn't recall that he was being drugged, Redouane thought. Rashid stood in the doorway watching his master. This exited Redouane even more. -Allah hu akbar, what a treasure, he said as he nearly ripped the Bermuda of his naked butt. -How nice, how cute, not a single freckle, not a single hair, smooth as marble, he caressed it and passed his lips slowly from the lower back to the bottom of his cheeks. Parting them, squeezing them. -Rashid, go to your room and wait there, I don't want you to see this time. -Ok. Master...ahm, I mean Redouane. Redouane unveiled his lid from his silk shorts from underneath his silk djelabah. Rubbed his glans with spit and frictioned it real hard. Then he lowered himself onto this boy, caught his shoulders and pressed his engine forward right into the dark polished cleft. -He hasn't got one single nana hair inside his nana boy hole. He is so cuuute, he is sooooo lovely. I am sure I will be able to sell him to Sheikh Ibrahim of Kuwait, he said to himself. He literally danced his cock in the tight virgin ass of Patrick's. Then he turned him over pulled his feet over his shoulders and recommenced, slowly gradually increasing the speed of the thrust. He opened the boy's mouth and pumped it too. He had fatty lips like those porno dolls. He slightly slapped him in the face to wake him up. -Wake up, dolly, and suck my dick. It seemed to work, thought it was an automatism, Patrick wasn't looking as if he saw what he saw. Instead he indeed pressed his lips around the shaft and put his hands around Redouane's fatty cheeks. -Good, boy, good, that's what I like. Now a little more sucking to it! Dolly did it better and better until all of a sudden, Redouane started poking into his cheeks left and right. He nearly holed them. Dolly coughed a bit. Redouane withdrew and put him on his back a gain. Now put his three fingers and pulled his inner walls nearly scratching from within, while he was masturbating the boy. As by miracle both of them shot at the same time. Redouane couldn't believe it. Straight away called for Rashid. -Come here. I love, good job you did. Let me take of the padlock. Have you gotten used to the dildo? -Yes, I think a bit, but I never had to go to the toilet. -Ok. I take it out of your ass. Which he did. -Go and get me a string medium size in silver with lily flowers on it embroidered. Swiftly Rashid got back. -Help me to keep his crack open. Rashid didn't need any further instructions. He caught the oil and lubed the crevice. Redouane slid the dildo in it without cleaning it. Shoved his hairless thighs through the string and locked it. -Call Nabil and tell him to lock him on bed number two, next to Gunnar. Move it fast. Any moment his friend may arrive. Nabil took him on his shoulder and smuggled him to the special room. The doll still unconscious was whisked onto the bed and hand and ankle cuffed. A blanket covered him. The door shut with the infamous bang and it was real dark. All the others knew that someone new had come in and screeched their ulululululululu sound through the dark room. Half an hour later, another knock on the door. Redouane opened and played the same innocent scene. But he didn't like what he saw. He saw an eighteen year old with the beginning of a mustache and hairy legs. He was not fat but by the view of his crotch he wasn't to male either. After the chitchat, the boy asked him where his friend was. -He is in there, choosing a nice carpet for his family. It is a bit dark, but be my guest and have a look too. -Ok. So he isn't sick anymore? -No, we gave him some medicine and he recovered quite fast. As the boy got up to the carpet room, Redouane switched of the light in the living room. He passed his hand on the boy's shoulder. -You are strong, aren't you. You do martial arts? -A little bit, only. -Fine body you have. -Thanks -Let me guide you this way. Now they were standing alone. -You like what you see? -Yes, but where is my friend who was looking for our friend Gunnar. -Let's have smoke first to tense down a bit; I think you are too worried. So, they sat down and had a joint or two. What's your name? -Hans. -Where from? -Holland. Oh, Holland where they smoke a lot of pot, huh. -Yeah, Hans laughed. Yours is too good to be true. -Yes, my friend, but you know here it is illegal, did you know that? -No... Hans went pale as a ghost. -I could report you to the cops, do you realize that? -No, why, I didn't know, I am only seventeen. -I know, my dear, but here in this country there is always a way out. -Like what? -By paying a service to my friends and me. -A service? -Yes. Redouane clapped in his hands and in no minute from behind the staples of carpets appeared Allal, Nabil and Rachid. -What is going on? -Nothing, just be quiet. I know, no one in your country knows where you are, so you are in my hands. -I don't want to die, please. -Who is talking of dying? -Take your clothes of, now! -Oh no, not this, I hate this, I am not like this! -Stop whining, Dutchie. Redouane noticed he was wetting his pants. -Unbelievable, those Europeans are such pussies. Rashid pointed it out and the others laughed. -Hey you got some sexy Dutch underwear there, do they all wear strings in your country? -Hans bowed his head and blushed, his briefs made by Hom were soaking wet with piss. -Turn them in to me. -Hans stepped out of the briefs and gave the wet piece to Redouane. The latter straight away sniffed at it. -That promises me a lot, seems like your urine smells like you have a lot of fear. There he stood in his naked glory, meekly looking at all of them in one single movement. -Now, get on all fours and walk up to where I stand. Hans did just that, the light shone on his ivory colored body, his ass up in the air. -Sniff my dick and lick it. -No no oh no no, please, I am not like that, I don't I never did. -Well there is a first time for everything, isn't there? -Lick my cock real slowly and started jerking your zob. -Zob? -Your leaking cock, you dumb ass. Hans licked and the more he licked the harder his own cock got erect. -Well, well, you didn't huh, never. Huh? Come on boys; let's have a party. They were waiting just for that only. Allal poked his hole and nearly put a fist in it. -Wow, are you sure you haven't visited the leather bars in Amsterdam? Rashid was sucking Hans' dick now in all fervor. -Ok. Stop it, now I want to take his virgin glory hole while you Allal, beat your meat in his mouth. And you better open up wide those lips, Dutchie, he said to Hans. Redouane put his nail in the boy's cheeks and scratched them open, -AAAAAAAAAAAh, Hans cried. -Shut up Hans, it's only the initiation phase, now ease up and open that arse of yours, push as if you sit on the toilet. Hans obeyed; he couldn't utter a sound as Alall had pumped his mouth violently. -Now Nabil take over quickly and slap him on his back. And you Rashid suck his balls with all your might. -Yes sir, they all said. It was pure frenzy, the way they sucked and hissed and sighed. But who would have said that Hans would explode first? MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH, he went and shot his load in Rashid's face. Then came Redouane, Allal and Nabil, kept pushing and slapping. Till they finally squirted all of their sperm wildly in all corners and Hans muttering mouth. -Ok, now. That's it. The Gunnar problem has been solved; no one knows where the three of them are. I have a perfect stable top choose from, Redouane thought. -Lock him up! -No no no no, please, don't. -You want to find your friends? -Yes. -Then shut up and be patient, you will meet them. Allal, Nabil and Rashid came singing back from the special room. -All fine boss. -Ok, then, you may go to sleep, tomorrow we have another day. Will the boys be treated well? Will they find the lost boys? Will Rashid be sold again? Write to aihufist@yahoo.com