Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 10:58:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Hammam 7 Redouane woke up with the stiffest hard-on, he could remember. It was nearly midday and he felt hungry like a wolf. He squinted his eyes and to his surprise he noticed the blond boy next to him, cozily on his back with his one hand on his pee wee and the other hand was stuck with a thumb in his mouth. -I am sure I ordered Allal to get the boy to sleep with the others at night. I cannot remember, I must have fallen asleep straight away and he never took the boy out of the bed. The boy he had 'taken care of' last night was gradually moving in his lap. The sunrays lightened up a few wisps of hair, which was clotted with spunk from last night. -How did this spunk get on his hair? Had I sex with him? Impossible! Maybe Nabil and Allal jerked off over the boy's head. He rang the bell again. The boy heard nothing; just a slight moan came out of his thin mouth. -Yes, master. -What did you do with the boy yesterday? Why he has spunk in his hair, why?? he spoke angrily. -You, ahm. You... Allal couldn't accuse his master of anything. -I cleaned my cock in the boys hair, master, sorry. -What??? -Bend over, quickly. Redouane slid out of the bed and opened a drawer. In there he found a tiny whip. -Take hold of your ankles so I can see your butt tighten. You need to be corrected for this. -Whack, whack and whack went the whip. Allal ground his teeth and uttered no sound of pain; he took it like a man. -Now go to your room until I call you. But Redouane got worried and nervous. -I haven't touched the boy, I am sure, I should not have touched him, and maybe Allal was right. Too much wine and hasjeesh. I Am I getting senile at my age. What did I do, if my customers find out...I must replace this boy with another virgin? I will keep this one for me. I know for sure they will test the boy. Mugabe always brings his own doctor along. Nowadays it is easy to test whether a boy had sexual intercourse or not. Shit, damn, shit!! He returned to his bed after these guilty thoughts. He looked at the blond beauty. How nice he looked. Why, the kid was still in wonderland. Was he really? Redouane would check it out soon. His homegrown cock vibrated against the boy's little butt. While his right hand got hold of a soft pecker. He stroked it a few times, pulled the foreskin back and pulled it over the glans again. It didn't take long before the wee pecker responded with strong throbs. -Good, my dear, good. Redouane rolled the boy on his tummy and spread-eagled the kid. He went and put his nose into the moist cleft. Stuck his tongue real pointy in it and blew some wind it at the same time. The boy sighed but still no sign of waking up. Redouane couldn't get enough of it , but teh time to take the boy's virginity was not now and not for him. He clapped in his hands again. Nabil and Allal limping because of his sore arse, appeared. -Bring him to the oil room with the others, and have the other two ready when the guests come. His two friends were slowly being prepared in the oil baths. They had to be perfumed with rose water of the highest quality, because, their customers demanded that they'd be pure. This meant no initiation of any kind. They had to be untouched. It was very difficult for Redouane, but he was a professional and knew that his life depended on his service. He could have the boys later, virgin or not, they would still look the same from the outside. -Where are they now? -In the desert room, master. What are they doing? -One is crying and the other one doesn't want to eat or speak. Which one is crying? The freckled red-haired one, sir. -Bring Freckles to the water room. What about Gunnar, how is my roumi Viking? The doctor just stitched him up while you were sleeping. -Oh, yes, I had forgotten about that. Did you pay him? -Yes, master. -I want to see Gunnar and feel him. Bring him over here. Gunnar still in pain was laid on Redouane's bed like a suffering Christ, wrapped up in a bed sheet. -Look at me, my Viking; you look so cute in this sheet. How do your new balls feel in there...? Saying this, Redouane tore away the bed sheet from Gunnar's groin and looked at Gunnars's scrotum which was the size of a full orange. -By, Allah and his prophet, this looks so neat and real, let me touch it. His fingers ran softly over his ribbed nut bag, the nuts being super nuts were impressive. -Gunnar, you are so lucky to have such big balls, all the sheiks will want to pay lots of money to touch them. They believe it will bring luck to them. You know what they put in here, don't you? Gunnar shook his head. -They are vibrating sillicone testicles. An invention, an American friend of mine sent me. As soon as someone licks you, you will feel an electric vibration going through your shaft and body. The touch of water does it. Stunning isn't it? Let's try it out now. He lowered his head, wedged Gunnars's thighs and inserted his middle finger into Gunnar's anus, who immediately stiffened up. -Awwss, he cried. Redouane lifted Gunnars's big cock to masturbate it, while his tongue was already glued to his gigantic nut bag. -Imagine, all the women want silicone tits and you have silicone nuts, wonderful, Gunnar. I love you! he giggled. The licking went on, triggering electric impulses, which made Gunnar nearly jump of the bed. His body writhing like a snake, couldn't take no more. Redouane, didn't let go, he licked and licked and sucked. Gunnar's cock was near an explosion. When Redouane sucked up one of the giant silicone nuts he blasted his cum straight up the ceiling. Nabil and Allal went wild seeing this, screeching ulululululululululululululh at the top of their voices. Redouane couldn't come down, his adrenaline, still pumping through his veins. -Roll over, Gunnar, I am hot. Open up your crack real wide and pull your cheeks apart. You Allal,put your cock into his throat and move his head real fast, I want to fuck him hard up here. You Nabil, move your cunt up next to me and stick your big zob up my gully. I need it badly. Gunnar was muttering some resistance but his mouth was soon filled with a ramming rod in his mouth and one in his tight hole. While being pounded like that, Redouane kept frigging his nuts with saliva, which shook him real tense inside. -One day you will become a good Muslim, Gunnar, he whispered in his ear. I'd love to have your foreskin cut off myself. My trophy...together with your sweet angel balls in one crystal jar for the eternity. How do you like that? Oh oh ohoh, take care, I am coooohhming , I am coooooohhhming. Take one last ffffffffuuuuuck. Gunnar's cunt contracted and swallowed it all in. -Nabil, don't you stop, you here? Keep moving, keep moving your dick in me, your zouin zob, oh yeah oh yeah, more! -Bbbut master..ssssshhsorry, I am coooooooomiiing. Allal, had come without saying or sighing, he discretely wiped off his cum rubbing his uncut dick over Gunner's closed eye lids. -Lick it up you whore, he smiled at Gunnar. Who obeyed without an expression on his face? -Ok, move him back to the special room. I think I have cum for another hour or two, but first I need a shower. And at four pm I want Freckles here with me, you hear? -Yes Master. It was sweltering hot, when Freckles stood in front of Redouane, a bit defying with his arms crossed, looking straight into the Arab eyes. -Hi, little fellow, how are you? He said nothing, just kept staring. -Come here. He didn't move. The boy was wearing a pair of shorts he had on when he was found at the beach. It was gaping from his inner thighs. The fan blew on the shorts making His crotch more visible. -Nice shorts, you have. From England, huh? Eaton College, I presume? I heard it on the news you see, the BBC believes you were smuggled out of the country, all three of you. So, I fear that you will have to stay with uncle here, he smirked. Could you get used to living with uncle without mum and dad? No word yet came out of him. Redouane got out of bed, his black heavy gun wasn't hanging neither was it standing fully erect. It was slowly raising its head with short pulls, as if someone was reining it in. A thread of precum looking like a spider's spin rag was wavering with the air blown by a fan in the corner of the bedroom. The boy gazed intently at the cock and the way it moved with every step Redouane moved toward him. The veins on his cock were clearly visible like tiny rivers all rushing towards one big stream. His balls hung heavy, covered with long strands of black hair. The kid got to breathe faster, his hands were sweating. How to hide this? He put them on his back and then to his thighs. He felt an itch near his dormant pecker. He grabbed it and pinched it. He looked around as if he wanted to escape, one leg was moving the other one fixed, rooted on the floor. Redouane saw that. -Are you hot, my dear? Feel at home, you need to pee? You can do it right in front of me. It turns me on to see a boy pee. You know what it means 'turning on'. No answer. Redouane enjoyed this situation. The boy looked like a tiny mouse caught by its tail. -How I'd love to hold this mouse's tail, he thought. -You look so smart, I am sure you smell nicely after having stayed that long in perfumed water. Did you like it? Did my boys take care of you? I'd love to smell you. Turn around a bit; let me have a look at you, now. The boy froze even more. His legs were trembling. They were smooth and hairless but with a reddish glow. He was now twisting his thumb like a corkscrew with his other hand. He always did that when he got nervous or upset. He bit his lips. -Imagine his bum, a reddish or purplish or orange sheen on it. His freckles on his face were abundant but not taking any beauty of his face away. His lips quivered, Redouane's mind raged. -God, I need to hold him. He realized that his cock by now was standing fully erect while the cum came oozing from the piss slit. The boy looked downwards at his own crotch. He sensed the sweat under his armpits and underneath his nut bag unbearable. -Would mine be that big too, one day? He thought. He felt something grow there. Freckles hadn't been too much involved in sex, actually he had not even once wanked himself off. But now, facing this man with this ugly pee pee monster, drooling like a rabid dog. What was he supposed to do with that? What was being turned on about? Why did this man want to smell him? Didn't he have a woman for that? And why was everyone nearly naked in this house? -Ok. Now, no more games. Do as I say: slowly unbuckle your belt and drop it on the floor, then unbutton your fly. Just imagine yourself at the school medical check up. Yes? The boy shook his head wildly. -Oh, I like that, when naughty boys disobey. What does your daddy or headmaster do when you disobey? The kid showed the insides of his hands and looked at his bum. -Right, exactly. I too, have a ruler here. You like a bit of spanking? Freckles blushed and instantly touched his butt as if he were going to protect it. -Yes, right there, that's where one feels the punishment best. Now enough time has been wasted, come here. You know what I do with little boys who don't obey? He shook his head again. -No? I have their Mickey cut off. The boy's eyes stared wide open with fright. He went pale white. -So, come here then, you sissy of mine. Finally he made some steps forward. Hesitantly still, sniffing as if he had a congested nose. Redouane pulled him nearer by tugging at the short's sleeve. -Ow, cuty, you miss your mummy and daddy? How a pity, they have left you in such a hurry. -They haven't left me, you are lying, Freckles retorted angrily. He stood now facing this hard cock, which nearly touched his belly button. Instinctively he lunged his head backwards. -Easy, easy, it won't bite you. You can touch it, if you like. Redouane didn't wait for him to move his hand. He just grabbed his wrist and placed the boy's hand right on the shaft. He slowly moved his hand up and down while he continued talking. Freckles looked at the uncut dark head, his mouth fallen open. He felt his mouth dry and aching. -Yes go ahead. You have done this before haven't you? -What? Freckles asked. -Shit, he thought, I said something. -Hah, you can speak then. Now he moved his hands between his hairy thighs right under his woollish scrotum. The boy pulled his hand back, but it got trapped and didn't get far. -Leave it here and move it around, you will like it. Why don't you crouch? I'll do the same. They both crouched and stared into each other's eyes. -You are so handsome; you know that, anyone ever told you? Again Freckles shook his head. While he said this he pinched the boy's nipple and patted him on his butt. -Get up on this chair here. The boy reluctantly got on the chair, still scared. -Can you dance? Why don't you wiggle your little bum a bit? I am sure you have seen a few belly dancers in Morocco, haven't you? -Yes, I did, he replied. But only women do this. -Wrong my sweetie; in Arab countries it was always boys, and even today in Kashmir and Pakistan and Afghanistan they continue to dance for us men. I will teach you how to dance. Redouane came close and got hold of the boys shorts, unbuckled them and shoved them down his ankles. -Ooooh, so cute with these nice white briefies. Moroccan boys don't wear briefs, because they are too poor. But owh, I like yours. Turn around a bit. You are exactly what I need sweetie. Now let me see, what we can improve. He pulled out a Swiss knife...The boy pulled his butt in. -Don't be afraid, little one; let me take care of you. As he said this, he grabbed the briefs from the back and started shredding them with jabs of his knife, on the side and front too.. -Now dance again. The boy moved willingly with a natural attitude, his little body into graceful positions. -Mmmh, that's nice. Let me feel you up here. His hands passed into the boys slit from behind. -Suck my finger, boy, lap it well. The kid took the whole finger and sucked it as if it were a woman's tit. -Good, I like that, now take two, now three. Redouane had the boy's ass cheeks wedged already with his right hand. -Now, don't move an inch, because I am going to play with your bottom hole a little bit. His index finger prodded brutally into his tiny virgin rectum. The kid squirmed at first, but the more he dug in and stretched and fondled the lesser the grimaces became. He nearly squatted on Redouane's handy fingers. His other hand grabbed the boy's face, squeezing his cheeks softly into a kissing mouth. Redouane let his tongue soak the boy's complexion. He sucked on his chin, earlobes, lubricated his eyelids and eyelashes. -How wonderful a boy you are. Now get on your knees and take hold of my cock. The boy shook his head once more. -Look kid, you are about ten; you have to learn this fast or something will happen to you. Come here. He pulled the boy with him to the bathroom. -You see that jar? Have a look at it and see what is inside. He did. -What do you see? -Two lumps of saliva, it's yucky. -They are nuts from another boy who didn't obey me, you see? I can put yours there too, you like? -No. The boy started to cry. -Then do as I tell. Put your wee tiny mouth over my nice big cock and start sucking it like it was the best ice cream you ever tasted. The boy's quivering hands took the meat while his lips descended over the rigid pole. He could barely take it. The head was that big it was sealing off his throat and couldn't take air any more. He coughed a few times. -Easy so, don't choke, Redouane laughed. He grabbed the back of his skull and helped him move up and down while digging in deeper into Freckle's gasping for breath wee tiny mouth. His white teeth were scraping Redouane's polished dickhead flesh, a special feeling like a tattoo needle painting it. A fat thumb ripped Freckle from behind and worked its way in sneaking up the arched inroad. He pulled at it, stepped on the veins in there. Freckles moved his butt to get rid of the thumb. -No, noooh, don't you dare. Yeah yeah, go go, you have got talent. Redouane felt his juices working up their way into his hard rubber zob. He was nearly there. While he said this, he reached out for Freckle's pecker and handled it carefully. He got hold of the balls and little cock at the same time. Now it was hard, real hard and the boy gave in. Thrusting his cocky forward into Redouane's palm. Redouane spat on it so it could move better. Freckles moaned. -Don't withhold your moaning boy; let it all come out like a soft long cry. -Aaaaghg aaaaaaghghgh mmmmmmmmmmaooooooooaaaaaa, Freckles cried. The barriers had gone, the stiff upper class education he'd had back home seemed to break down at last. Redouane pulled the foreskin rapidly and fractioned the wee tiny scrotum. -Aaaaaaagaagagagag, he cried more. -That's it, you see, you'll learn fast. His fingers were still poking and pushing up his little ass, which was totally wet of Redouane's roaming tongue. It made thumping sounds: sop sop sop it went Freckles was still not very talkative but had lost his apprehension of a big cock like he had sucked. A few minutes later, Redouane came and shot all he had in him into the boy's warm throat. -Don't spill my milk, he said and clasped the boy's jaws together. Freckles nearly puked. -It is salty! -I like your pee, my dear, tasty isn't it. He led the boy without a word to his bed, lifted him up with both hands and put him flat on his tummy. The boy was exhausted after this pee cum, he too said no word. The reddish arse cheeks lay ready to be worshipped. The boy had no idea what to expect. This whole night had been one surprise to another. Redouane just put his big cock still wet form Freckle's sucking and put it in the cleft. No he wasn't going to penetrate. Just slide in-between his cheeks and come. Slide he did. His dick head was feeling the prickly heat of brushing near the boy's anus. It was hard to resist. Then uuuugoooooooh, he came a thousand shots and pressed his chest against the boy's fragile slender back. Freckles reached for his butt hole and got his fingers all wet. Took it to his nose and sniffed. -What is this? White pee? -My dickey got tired and threw up right in your little crack, funny isn't it. You like this game. Freckles nodded happily. -I never played this before. -We can do it whenever you wish and with more friends? -Big friends? -Whatever, big small and maybe you can play with a donkey of doggy too. -They like this game too. -Oh, they do!! He laughed. Now he rolled over to his back and lifted his own legs. -Lick me more here, Freckles beckoned. Redouane didn't wait for a second call. He took one testicle between his lips and pulled at it. -OOOOOOOoooooogghghghgh, the boy moaned. Then he nibbled on the other ball. -Whwhhereggggggggggggg, he sighed. The fat tongue of Redouane's licked away his own cum. -Not that bad, this cum of mine, he thought. -Ok, while I lick your little peephole here, you start rubbing your dickey head with your spit, you hear? Freckles took the head of his Mickey with both his thumbs and index finger, flattening it, rubbing it, then with the flat palm of his hand pounded the slit of his Mickey. -I want my dickey to be naked too like yours. -You want? -Yes, I think it is super. Were you born like this? -No, but there is a fairy, who comes and with her magic stick she can take a piece away. -When you sleep she puts her mouth on your willy and chews a piece of. Her teeth are sharp as razorblades, but you won't feel it. -Really, then she is a witch not a fairy. Fairies have no razorblade teeth, he said. -Now don't worry, you can keep your foreskin, while he said this he pulled at it. -Come here you Mickey of mine. He took his face with both hands and gave him a long French kiss. Allal and Nabil moved Freckles back to the oil room and told his friends about what happened to him. The stars shone never that bright as that night when Redouane got to bed again. Will Freckles outdo Rashid? Will the boys do well? 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