Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2008 13:57:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: A holiday in Monastir (when the shit hits th fan)

Monastir, when the shit hits the fan by Aihu Fist

The sun was getting very hot but I trudged along to the outskirts of the
city, which seemed miles away. I held my dress up so I could walk better
and faster. In the distance I noticed a soccer field. The closer I got the
louder the voices I heard. I saw a whole team playing the game. As I neared
the fenced in terrain, they stopped playing and looked all at me. I
thought, I might ask them to tell me where my hostel was, but I knew no
Arabic. They were different ages, I guessed that much. The youngest was
perhaps barely twelve and the oldest eighteen at the most. I trembled
holding my dress above my knees. Sweat pouring over my brow and cheeks.

Hostel Bourguiba, I exclaimed. Where? I spoke in French, but these kids had
no idea what French was, it seemed. No one said a word, they just
stared. The staring was quite embarrassing. Neither of us knew how to
communicate.

"Chouf!"One of them said, and pointed at my body. They all laughed at
me. One of them picked up a stone and threw it at me. They laughed more. I
bucked and the stone landed behind me.

Why you do this? I asked. Hostel Bourguiba, please, I am lost. He was going
to pick up another stone and throw it at me, but the oldest one stopped
him. For a minute they put their heads together and talked very loudly. I
think they had decided something, they were going to help me, I hoped.

The oldest beckoned me. I walked up the ramp that led to the field.  The
spoke so fast in Arabic, some angrily, some jokingly and making gestures at
my dress which didn't make me feel much at ease with them.

I know it is a woman's dress, but I had no idea, you see, I...

The oldest one put his finger on his lips. I had to keep my mouth shut. The
twelve years old took my hand and led me away from the field into a narrow
street. The others followed suit. At last they would show me the way to my
hostel, I thought.  They were all very animated running in front of me and
some behind me. A few pushes or shoves on my back and snickering made me
question whether I was really in good hands. But I couldn't run away now. I
was locked in by so many of them. We passed so many houses and no one was
to be seen, like it was a ghost town of some sort.  But at least I was
walking in the shade.

I tried again: Hostel Bourguiba, this way? The oldest one nodded and
continued to walk fast through the alley. I had no clue what time it was,
but by the heat I guessed it was about midday. The street went zigzag like
in a labyrinth and it got darker and darker as the street descended.I
gathered that around this time of the day, the people stayed out of the sun
and had their midday nap like in Spain. As we reached the end of the
street, I saw it was a dead end and I realized they had tricked me into
some scheme of their own. I stopped walking, but the kids just pushed me
forward and the other boy pulled my by the arm into a dark room. He
motioned me to shut up. They all stared at me, showing no emotions. I was
tired and I needed to drink something.

"Boire", I stammered. They looked at each other and back at me and shrugged
their shoulders.

"Boire, boire, s'il vous plait (drink, drink, please)," I begged them. They
burst out in laughter shaking their bellies. I was burning all over my face
and inside I sensed a stinging pain. What was happening to me? My arms
trembled, then my arms and legs. A haze of black mist came over me and I
passed out. I have no recollection what had happened.

It was still very dark when I woke up. But I couldn't move. My arms were
tied up behind my back and my feet were linked with a thick rope to my
neck. I was utterly naked and lying on a soft rug on which I had ample
space to roll from left to right with my body.  I didn't know whether it
was night or day as no light came in, except for that same old oil lamp
which stood in the middle of the room. I realized I had gotten involved in
a nasty situation. My mouth was gagged with a prop of fabric; I had to
breathe through my nose.  The air through my nose landed on my cock, which
was limp. I wondered how long I had been tied up like that and why? I was
fortunate I was so lean thanks to my intensive dancing back home. My supple
body felt no pain at all lying like this.

Only the rope itself was cutting in my neck and wrists. I heard voices and
the door squeaked when it opened.

I could see it was night outside. The figures approached with calm and
determination.  Like vultures descending on its prey they made a circle
around me. They were all naked and yet they weren't. The light of the oil
lamp gave enough light to see how they had painted their bodies with red
stripes which ran from their faces in swirling lines to their groin and
from there continued like the rays of the sun to their knees. Around the
ankles the stripes went horizontal.  The said absolutely nothing. Then they
came down and kneeled beside me. They were the same boys who brought me
here.

One whispered something to the youngest. He got up ran outside and was back
in a minute with a small bucket. They all dipped their hands in it and
started rubbing them over my body. It felt warm; they covered me with it
from my feet all the way up to my head. Oh, my god this wasn't paint, it
was blood, warm blood, from an animal? I tried to pull my head away, but I
couldn't, the ropes in my neck hurt. As they were smearing it over my face
I wanted to gag, but I couldn't.  They removed the gag ball from my
mouth. The eldest grabbed my chin and nose with two hands and stretched it
wide open. "Zid," he ordered the boy next to him, who lifted the bucket
into the air and meticulously poured more blood into my mouth.  I was
unable to drink it all and most of it spilled over my chin and my cheeks.
He put the bucket in the corner of the room and came back.

He was obviously the leader of the gang, proud and taller than the
rest. Proud of his rippled tummy and athletic thighs. They all stood up
again and walked around me while humming an Arab song. When they stopped
walking they faced me and leaned over me and spat in my face. Then they
continued their weird walk. Stopped and turned around anti-clockwise,
stopped and spat again on my cock this time.

The youngest one was sent out again and came back with 5 thin sticks. The
dance stopped. With all of their combined strength they kept me flat on my
back. Two older boys, kept me steady like that. The leader took one of the
sticks form the young lad and laid the tip of it on my ball sac, pricking
into it. Before I could say anything, one of the boys who were holding me
shut me up by putting the prop back into my mouth.

The stick which was a very supple twig rubbed hard against my balls. The
boys continued to sing their strange song while a second kid took his twig
and ran it over my tummy and chest. Yet another one placed his twig on my
asshole and pushed gently as if he wanted the twig to enter my ass. The
twig over my chest left tracks in the dried up blood. The fourth and fifth
boy now carried their weapons of tease, poked with it in my ears, and
prodded my nostrils too. Suddenly, the leader lashed out and whipped my
left buttock as hard as he could. I reeled with pain back and forth, but
quickly the same boys who had pinned me down before rushed to keep me on my
back. Another one lashed my right buttock. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" they
shouted like savage choirboys. They jumped up and down on their toes in
sync with their belligerent chanting.  With each jump they landed on their
feet and trusted their loins forward. Their penises swung and bobbed ever
more violent unto their scrotums. I

  was mesmerized observing this all in dimmed light; I couldn't help but
get hard. Something everyone noticed. The very young one was the first to
point it out, and shrieking: "chouf "(look)!!!!"  All eyes were directed at
my cock. They stopped dancing for a minute and grabbed their crotches,
rubbing them hard until they got hard too. The 12 year old flashed his
teeth at the leader.  The light of the oil lamp got them framed; casting
dark shadows form their cocks onto their tummies.  The young boy jumped
sky-high when the leader nodded violently his head. The boy ran to the
bucket in the corner and poured the rest of the blood on his stiff rod and
balls. When he turned around he was crimson red from bellybutton to his
knees.

Allah hu Akbar (God is great); the boy said and crouched before my asshole.
With four agile fingers he stretched my manhole and with a wad of phlegm.
My cock grew harder and harder, pulling itself up quickly pointing at the
ceiling whilst thrilling like a flag in the wind.

The boy looked up at the leader as if he waited for the final word.

"Zid", the leader snapped and added power to his word by thrusting his hips
forward.

The young uncut cock stood at the threshold of my wrinkled asshole and
shoved it in. The tow other boys pressed their hands on my chest while
holding my legs in the air. They looked straight in my eyes with the look
of conquerors. I felt the boy moving, first hesitating, was it his first
time? Then catching up with his heartbeat and pushing hard. His soft little
bag caressed my crack like a soft sponge.  The two boys' cocks were hanging
dangerously near my cheeks as they sat on their knees now. One of them
winked at me, so fast, as if he didn't want anyone to see it. I winked
back, trying to smile, but couldn't with that prop in my mouth.

Now the boy began to moan so hard, it was obvious he enjoyed it. The fifth
boy observed the scene as a silent one and was jerking off in front of
everyone. Nobody paid attention to him.  Then the leader spoke upon which
the dance kicked off once more. The young boy went on forever. Four brown
cocks beat the scrotum drum without a sound and whipped the taut belly skin
in cadence.

 At last the boy crashed out inside my hole and screamed loud enough to
wake up the whole neighborhood. The four stood still and said: "Inch Allah
(If god wishes)".

They all got around the young boy, picked him up and carried him above
their heads around me in circles.

The prop from my mouth was removed swiftly by one of them. The one who had
winked at me sat now on his knees in front of my asshole and held my legs
in a firm grip. The two others, the leader and another strong muscled young
man of maybe 16 years old, lowered the young boy over my face. I was
looking at a flaccid boy's penis. "Yala," the leader spoke. Instantly a
long jet of warm urine splashed over my face straight into my mouth.  They
ululated at the top of their lungs and the boy laughed and cried at the
same time.  Just when the boy was put back onto his feet, I lost sight of
him when the other one stung me badly with something that felt like a spear
going through my love tunnel. He pounded me so hard, I started to cry:
stooooop! You hurt me!!!!" The prop was back in place. The leader moved in
and planted his feet next to my ears to keep my head in place.

He spat on his uncut cock and began to stroke it slowly; the other boy took
place over my face with his feet holding my neck and did the same. It
seemed they were in competition with one another, only looking and glancing
at their cocks.  The speed increased, they bit their lips and flung their
heads backwards in sheer lust and joy.  Briefly their glands met touching,
blending the thin thread of pre-cum, only to explode and blast it on my
face. The guy in the back shuddered too. This was so miraculous, they came
at the same time, and the silent one shot his on my legs. They screamed
together: Allah u Akbar (God is great). IN celebration, the young kid ran
around his mates like made swinging his arms in the air. "Enti zouin" they
whispered at me and left the way they had come.

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