Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 09:59:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Hammam 9 Hostages and the returning of me, Rashid, as a narrator of the story. -So, did you like your visit at Master Redounane's? Gunnar asked. -Yes, he is really nice. -What was the dinner like? -We had none. -None? Gunnar pretended faking ignorance. -No, he showed me his huge Mickey. -Really, and what did you do next? -I played jockey on a camel. -What? -Yes, I sat behind his Mickey and pulled at the hairs he has down here, as if they were reins. He liked it a lot and I pissed in his mouth too, he giggled. -That must have been fun, huh? _Did you ever piss in his mouth, Gunnar? -No, the black boys pissed in mine. -Oh, they play games too, then. -Yes. -So, Sonny anything else? -No, like what? -Did he put his Mickey in your poop then? -Are you mad? You think he would do that? -Surely, he dreams of it. That's why he wants you to become a girl. -Really? But his Mickey is so big and I have no cunt here? -No, but your poophole will be his cunt, you hear? Sonny, said no more, he grew worried. -He said that a fairy would come to take my eggs to heaven. -Shit, Gunnar thought, he wants to castrate the boy like he did with me. Poor kid, what can I do? -It won't hurt, baby, believe, she is real sweet. -It's a he, the boy smiled. -That's Ok then. They moved back into the desert room, which was adjacent to the thermal baths. Duncan was sleeping. -Off you go, there on your mat. Goodnight sweetie. -Goodnight, Gunnar. Sonny saw Duncan sleeping totally naked, so he too stripped of his shorts and lay down. Gunnar was back in a hurry. -Gunnar, come here... Gunnar stood by the bed with his cock hard again. -You know, we have to find a solution to my boys trying to run away. Tomorrow, all of you will have to be chained again; I cannot allow the single escape of one of you. Rashid is gone but I have the feeling he is still in Essaouira. I will find him, I already sent men to shadow his father. He keeps ringing me and threatening me. He has sent an ultimatum, but I know he is bullshitting me, otherwise he would have called the cops by now. While he said all this, he unlocked the string and caressed Gunnar's wonderful nut sac. -Gorgeous, gorgeous. Come and lie down here over my knees. Gunnar straddling over Redouane's lap had his back arched backwards. -I need a bad fuck, you know, Gunnar. I am so frustrated with those virgin kids, whom I cannot touch there, he explained while he slid a finger up Gunnar's crack. He had wedged his legs and bore a finger in his arse hole. Gunnar relaxed his sphincter and sighed. He thought of Duncan. He saw how he got this own boner into the boy's miniscule root hole. Digging into it harder and harder. Not much time to think, for Redouane had him thrown over the arm of the couch. The bottleneck went inside his anus letting the oil lubricate all. Redouane nearly emptied the whole bottle. -This will do, he said. Plunging his dick in it like nothing. Sop, sop, sop, sop, it went Redouane spanked Gunnar hard on his sides and buns. They became so pink. Redouane went for his whip, which he had left on the chair near the couch and stuck it sideways in Gunnar's mouth. -Bite it, he ordered; I am going to ride you real hard. -Heeeyyaayya, he yelled. thrusting meaner and meaner into Gunnar's, who this time seemed to have a hard time keeping up the heat. He pulled out his zob and plugged the back of the whip inside, pulling it from one side to another. Gunnar yelped like a puppy. -Please, master, it hurts. -Really, good then, yeeeaheah, take it like a bull, you roumi whore of mine. Then finally he came in long squirts. -Oooooooooooooooouuuuuhph, that was nice Gun, really. Gunnar remained there, he had tears welling up, and the whip had nearly torn something inside. -Stand up, Gunnar and follow me. They went into a room that looked like a black smith workplace. -Put your nut bag on this wooden table here and stretch it sideways, Gunnar, who thought he had seen it all, went shit scared, when Redouane pulled out a huge golden ring with a slit in the middle. Redouane took a device in his hand, which looked like a stapler. -Lift it from the table; he said pointing at his nut bag. Separate your balls from the middle. The device was coming in-between his balls, having the bag skin about two centimeters in there. -Tchac, it went. -Aaarchchhch, Gunnar yelped again. The device came off and Gunnar looked at a perforated nut bag. A hole of one-centimeter diameter was shot in there. He had not much time to reflect on it, as Redouane immediately slid the golden ring through. A tick with a hammer on it and the ring closed itself forever. At the ring a golden chain leash was attached. -Let's go, Gunnar. He pulled the boy at his scrotum, leading him to another unknown room one floor below. They looked like catacombs. After half an hour of walk they ended up in a garden with a glass copula. A huge botanical garden with the most exotic trees and plants grew in there. Under the various trees, he saw many boys of his age, mostly Arabs, but here and there even an Asian beauty and a few Europeans. He was taken nearby a fountain. The wall had numbers and various rings screwed into it. -This is your place now Gunnar, you are number twenty, he said while he locked the leash into the ring at the wall. From time to time we will meet, but so far you have satisfied my needs. You will live here and you will be taken care of by the other boys. Well, to be taken care of, is up to you. Here it is like in the society. You have to gain respect. The leash is about fifty meters long, so you can roam like a dog around this place, but you cannot sever your leash, you see. All the other boys have one too. Occasionally I will let a few stray around without, to take care of the others. You will do this too. You will clean their bodies with water, soap them in, clean their arses when they have shat, just the way you would take care of a pet. Only humans are fragile pets. I cannot have anyone dying of gangrene like they used to in those ancient slave ships. You are all worth a fortune to me; I invested in you. Here you will meet eccentric personalities, who come from far away. They can stay here a few days and chose from the menu who to take and what to do with him. Understood? Gunnar nodded. At one point he was glad to have moved to a more natural place, but now he didn't see Duncan no more, and those boys here didn't all look like pussies. Fortunately none surpassed the age of sixteen. All and each one them had a ring through the scrotum; some sported a Prince Albert piercing too. Gunnar hoped that he would never have to endure that torture. He saw an Asian boy with a cock that seemed to have small pebbles inserted at the side of the shaft. Others had bruises and seemed to have been whipped severely. Some were wearing masks of monsters. A few had panties on and walking on high heel shoes. He recognized the strings some black Arabs were wearing. They walked like they had a very big dildo up their arse. Redouane clapped his hands. Straight away a black boy arrived. Redouane whispered into his ear looking at Gunnar. The boy eagerly nodded and showed his white teeth, nearly coughing with laughter. A pat on the bum and Redouane left without a word. Gunnar sank down on his butt and leaned against the tiled wall. Back at his place Redouane picked up the phone. -Yes, who is it? -Us, sir. We got him. -You do? -Yes, we nabbed him on his boat. He was fucking Rashid. Rashid? -Yes, master, he just cut of the string and had it sent to Fez to mislead you. -Bring him over here, fast. -Yes, sir. It was nearly midnight when they brought me and my father in. I had told my dad, he had been stupid to kidnap me. Redouane kissed me eagerly on my mouth in front of my dad. -Move him to the barn, Redouane ordered pointing at my dad My dad was dead scared, he had gone beyond his powers.He had been a fool to threaten a powerful mafia man like Redouane. -You come along, Rashid, Redouane said. -Yes Redouane, I smiled, trying to please him. The barn was big and filled with lots of straw on the floor. I had never been here before. I had a good look at it all and smelled the presence of various animals. Then a backlight switched on. This was not a normal barn. It looked as if were on a movie set In the middle stood a contraption that looked like the mix of a converted table and a toboggan. It had various instruments attached to it, with handles and screws and what else. Redouane just gave orders at his staff with gestures. My dad was turned around and stripped of all his clothes. He began begging or his life. -Please sir, it was only a joke, you know I am a poor fisherman. -You should have thought about that earlier, my friend. No one fucks around with me and certainly doesn't threaten me with cops. He gave orders to throw him naked on the contraption. I couldn't believe what I saw, but for the first time I saw my dad getting victimized like a kiddo. -Move it boys, Redouane ordered harshly. Allal and Nabil came in too. Now they were two slaves and two buddies of Redouane who were in their thirties and real muscled men. They had been working for years at the circus, I heard later. Acrobats. My dad's legs got spread-eagled and locked into position in what seemed like perfectly matching moulds, which locked in his ankles, thighs, waist, upper arms and wrists. I heard a noise of metal. One of the buddies was rotating a handle, which made a chain come down. At the end of the chain hung a leather hood, which was placed over my dad's head. He squealed like a pig, I was afraid he'd get a heart stroke. At his age, he was nearly fifty, anything could happen. The hood was strapped around his throat, now the chain pulled up again, pulling his head high up. In this way he was arching his back. All he straps were made of fine camel leather. The contraption he was on was being turned from his upper waist downwards, so it looked like he was lying down with his chest on a table and with his lower body on a toboggan. From the other side of the toboggan, a buddy opened up a circular door at the level of my dad's cock. The other buddy arrived with a long rubber tube, which was attached to a machine with a generator. It looked like a milking machine they use for cows, yeah, that's what I think it was. His cock was put into to. They switched on the machine, which made a hell of a noise. -Nabil move your ass over here, Redouane said. Have you got the device? -Yes, sir. He showed it too Redouane. -You know how to apply it, don't you? -Yes, sir. -Has it been ointed with what we need? -Yes sir, it has been up her cunt for a week. -Ok then insert it. The two buddies parted my father's cheeks wide apart. I noticed my father had a few hemorrhoids that looked real big. Olive oil was smeared allover the anus muscle. Nabil place the object in the arse, pushing in real hard. My father screamed out loud, but the leather hood muffled all his shouting. Nabil had a pump connected to the conical object, which was now in place. He pumped and pumped and to my astonishment I saw the anus ring expanding, from five centimeters it went very fast to ten, fifteen in diameter. What was the purpose? My poor dad couldn't do anything, I wondered if he enjoyed the pain as something sexual. I was amazed at what man can do to his own body. All of a sudden I heard the noise of hoofs trampling the ground nearby. I looked around and I saw a huge strong young stallion. The animal showed its teeth biting its bridle and sniffed hard. Now my penny dropped. This couldn't be, were they really crazy?? They led the horse to my dad's ass. It sniffed at my dad's hole, as if it knew its purpose of being here. -It works, Redouane smiled. He smells the bitch's odor. Ok, help him now. Be careful with him. The stallion's gigantic cock was growing into a thirty centimeters long pole. I wished I could touch it. -Can I touch him here? Redouane. -Course you can, make him hot. So I did. I was small enough to get under his tummy and hold hid cock and balls in my small fingers. I stroked him real smoothly. I put my tongue against his glans and licked it a few times. The stallion nearly staggered on his hind legs, god he was sensitive. -Be careful, Redouane, come here before he tramples on you. The two muscular men helped the animal over dad's back, leaving its legs standing on the table over dad's arms. The cock was rising; Nabil and Allal helped the huge rod come closer to the wide hole of my dad's. Now it was ready to go in. The stallion started humping straight away, no not softly like men do, but horny like a beast, My dad screeched the air of his lungs out, his body tightened and squirmed, but the straps didn't let him much movement. The horse just went for it and at one point it got straight in till his balls. The milking machine was at full speed, my dad's cock rigid as hell. He was in pain, I could see that, his face was blood red, but then he stopped squirming and crying out loud. His body showed no more life. The horse went on and on and then pulled out. -Enough, Redouane said. Stop the machine and bring the animal back to the stable. My dad was quickly released from the leather hood. The machine had sucked up all his juices. -Put him on the floor. Blooded streamed out of his arse. Internal hemorrhage, it was. That's how I last saw him; the bastard died soon after. Fucked by a horse and died by it. I didn't grieve much, he had always raped me and he wasn't my dad anyways. I was now with Redouane, whose jewel I was. The body was disposed of, I don't know where, maybe they gave him a fisherman's grave. -What would you like to do? Redouane asked me a few days later. -Fuck this boy with the Lycra shorts. Is he still around? -Yes, he is at the desert room, getting groomed for other masters. Frankly, I should have him too; I don't know why I have forgotten about him and his friend, Hans. He rang the bell. Nabil came in. -Bring in Patrick and the other seventeen year old, his friend Hans. Nabil wrung his hands in anticipation. -One more show, he thought. Five minutes later, both boys stood there. Patrick had lost like ten kilograms, looking real slender; he was still wearing his torn lycras, now dirty with smut and desert sand. -Mmmm, you have a suntan now; you nearly look like a Spaniard. Redouane chirped. Turn around. Patrick did as he was told, he knew about Redouane's reputation, through the various horrid stories the other slaves had told him. He had never been with him again after he had been drugged. -And you, Hans, show me your cock, have they shaven your pubic hair and your ass? -Yes, sir, Hans said. -Let me see...bend over in front of me here. Hans moved to the bed, Redouane had me in his arms and I was truly enjoying the scene, I felt like a prince more than a slave and I took extreme pleasure showing off in front of them. -Can I use the whip, Redouane? I asked. The boys frowned at the fact that I called him by his name and not as 'master'. -Do as you please and entertain, my love. I placed the whip into the crack and pushed against the anus. -Open your cheeks, Hans, very wide you hear? I barked. Good. I ploughed a thumb up there and set my nail real deep into his rectum. -Oooooouch, Hans jumped forward. -Come back, you dumb ass. Open up again. -Come here Patrick and let me pull your thin cock. I rolled the foreskin up and down, then put my teeth and nibbled at it, chewing and tearing and tugging the skin nearly off. Patrick's cock grew fast; I spat on it and rolled the skin further. -Ok, shove it up his arse; I want to see something. I shouted. Patrick grabbed Hans' loins and slid in real nastily. Hans hissed at him: I'll fuck you too one day, you asshole. -You will, Redouane said. Redouane ordered me to hit them with the whip while they were fucking. I liked that. I planted my nails in Patrick's nut bag and tore it down while he increased the speed in fucking Hans. I whipped some more; Patrick couldn't take any more and cried. He stopped and panted like a dog. -Ok, then, Hans now your turn, you must fuck Patrick real hard; you must take some revenge. Hans was still as muscular as ever. He had his arse and legs waxed and looked real smooth. I ran to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of chicken blood and poured it over them: a sight to behold. -Quick, go and get my camera, Redouane ordered. I ran my legs off to please him. Now I got to whip Hans while Redouane filmed me. Patrick was lying on his back being pounded up his arse. Hans' butt muscles flexed savagely. -Don't stop fucking him, Hans, Redouane said, who had run to another room. -Keep whipping them, Rashid, Redouane yelled from there. -God I like to have this Hans punished, just because he is too old for me, I cannot get rid of him by killing him. Maybe he could serve the muscled men in return for their help, he schemed. They were so much covered in blood; one couldn't see what was theirs and that of the chicken. -Ok stop it now, Redouane ordered. Rub that blood between their arse cheeks, he said I did that; it sored everywhere, but I go pretty horny. -Ok, Hans get up and you too Patrick. Nabil too had enjoyed the scene, staring with a stiff cock in his string and winking at me. -Come on the bed, Patrick, Redouane ordered. Turn onto your back. It was awesome to see his blooded rump and especially his bloodstained Lycra Bermudas. -Ok, now Rashid, he said, you start chewing his genitals, while I film you and when I say 'yes'; you tear the lycra away with your teeth. I did chew hard, and his meat was so soft, I hardly felt the difference between the Lycra and his meat underneath it. -Now, he said. I planted my teeth and ripped a big whole in the Bermudas, his cock sprang like a marionette out of a box right into my eyes. -Good, now suck him while you tear his spandex down. Wows, that hadn't been too difficult. I took his legs and placed then over my shoulders and inserted my stiff Mickey and pounded his arse, it was full of blood, and my dick and his arse were red too. -Hans I want you to come closer while you pull your meat. Hans obeyed. -Ok, now, you lick Rashid's arse hole while he fucks your mate. -Nabil come quickly. Take the keys out of my pouch and unlock yourself. In a minute Nabil has his black whopper standing manu militari, ready to plough anything he could take. -Fuck this Dutchie hard up his arse; I want him to cry for his mummy. Nabil had been waiting for just that. Hump and hump, he did, his black flesh shining with sweat, widening the Dutch crack, which looked like a Camembert cheese, parted by a huge knife. Hans, really cried, he had never been fucked that hard. He had stopped licking me, for which I went mad. -How dare you stop licking my arse, I raged. I jumped off the bed and took the whip and beat the hell out of him. Nabil was surprised at my anger so much so his cock got only harder. -Plough him some more, I ordered. Now I started whipping Nabil on his Negro ass. I had found out that he was a proud descendent of a Gnawa, like Allal. In former times, they had always been the guards of Sultans at their harems. Most of them were castrated and Redouane had wanted to take their balls too. -Go on Gnawa, I shouted looking at the blood streaming out of his ebony buns. Redouane laughed heartily. -Very well, my dear, that's enough. Stop, I don't want them to die like your dad. You're allright, Nabil? Forgive our small apprentice, huh, he I is young and wild, one day you may ride him too, he said. I couldn't believe what I heard. -Now I want to ride Hans myself, Redouane suggested. Move your butt over here, Hans. Get those lips of yours over my starving darling. Hans darted softly over it, still moaning with pain and tear in his eyes. Redouane actually loathed him for having come here. But now he was stuck with him. I don't know why, he just loved to humiliate him. When he pulled at his blond hair, savagely pushing his cock up his drooling mouth, I really felt a bit sorry for Hans. All of a sudden, with big shakings of his loins, Redouane sprayed his load into his throat. He continued some time poking his nerve wrecking pole in there, then slowed down. Pulled out of it and shoved it up his Dutch canal. Hans' sluice was down but he was exhausted, couldn't handle it no longer. Without permission he came in seven shots, leaving stains on Redouane's bed. -Ok, now it's your time to have you tamed a bit good while. Bring the dildo over here Nabil. It was a huge purple plastic one; twenty-five centimeters long, attached to a mesh wired latex string. No lubing, just using the spit of Redouane and the dildo went up and got plugged in there. The string locked perfectly around his hips. -Now you Patrick, spread your ass cheeks too. Patrick looked fearful and apprehensive at and intrigued at the same time when he saw this giant mock cock getting lubed by me. Studded with silver buttons and shining like a rocket it too went up his arse. Patrick's string was made of silver mesh wire with a special inner lining in which his balls were inserted. From the front one could clears see his balls, thanks to the transparency of the silver mesh wire cloth. -Bring the hoods, Redouane ordered me. I brought the two latex hoods. They were placed over Hans' and Patrick's head. By Nabil and me. Both hoods were connected with a transparent tube though which they'd breath each others oxygen. -Move them to the water room and when you return you bring me Duncan. Now move it, Nabil. Redouane was happy with the film he'd made. He had made secret filming of most parties and fuck scenes, he said. The fucking of my dad till he dropped dead was much sought after in the Arab world, he'd earn gold with it. Redouane would teach me much more, he said. After all I was his favorite lover. He didn't let me go back to the special rooms. I had to stay in his bedroom for as long as it pleased him. I was wearing a broader butt plug these days, for my own good, he'd said. I had to enlarge my anus muscle, which was too tight for him. I didn't bother; I was going to give the best of me, but I hoped deep down inside that I would never have sit on horse's cock as my father did. What will happen to Patrick and Hans? Why does Duncan have to come over? How will Gunnar survive in the garden? Who else is part of the eccentric guests? Write to Aihufist@yahoo.com.