Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 08:18:44 -0800 (PST) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Whoring Student Life 14 When I woke up, I wasn't fresh at all! My head was fuzzy and my brain was still at zero. I got out of the bed and looked at the S&M posters. I couldn't believe I had been into something that crazy. Everything in the room was still there like yesterday. The cross with stains of sperm on it, the enema covered in my shit. My bed sheets with shit stains allover. I brought my hand softly to my crack and stroke my anus. It was sore. At my night table I noticed a drawer which I had not been aware of. I opened it and found a book in it. It was heavy. When I opened the book I gasped. It had pictures in it of all sorts of sex tools. The enema was in it and explained how it worked in detail. There were dildos in it the size of a stallion's one, black and shiny. This was a catalogue for the customer to browse and he could make his wishes clear. One hour of fucking a boy cost a two-hundred US dollars and every extra tool used on the boy was an extra fifty. The size of the dildos was bigger than I had ever seen in Belgium and I found that out last night, didn't I? They came in gold and transparent and in pure crystal and latex material. The cross stood in there too and it appeared that it had several buttons and a remote. It could vibrate and slightly electrify the boy on it. It had a built in cock that could come out with the mere pressing of a button on the remote. It had a recipient that would catch the boy shitting or pissing, surely provided that the boy would be tied to it for days. Again I saw that my own penis was growing hard just by watching the Da Vinci like drawings and photographs of all these inventions. I thought of my past experiences when I was only thirteen and how far I had gone in this world. I thought of my mum and dad and my brother and sisters. They had no clue what had become of me. I continued browsing through the catalogue and stopped suddenly at an index page with names. Rookie, Puto Tres, Abdellah Atif, Roumi, Dinosaurio, Mickey Mouse, Speedy Gonzalo, Culo Rojo, Mariconito, Banana Dulce, Palo duro, Boca de Oro, Churro Caliente, Chupeto loco, Chocolata belga... Was my name Belgian chocolate in this catalogue? There were so many names... I read on. There were like twenty names more, weird names I couldn't understand. I turned the page and saw stunning pictures of very young boys. Some stood in provocative positions taunting the viewer with a hard-on or parting their butt cheeks and showing off their boy hole, another one had a red dildo in his mouth while he had pegs squeezing his nut bag. The next page showed off a Moroccan boy with a huge hole cut out of his djelaba exposing his butt. His name was Abdella Atif. He stuck out his tongue on the picture. I got real hard now. The boys looked so real and eager to show off. One lay back with his legs in the air. A string of tiny balls was rolling out of his arsehole. This catalogue was as fat as the Bible, only more interesting to me than the Holy book. It mentioned the size of everything. The size of the cocks, the years of experience, what they like to do. Some said: virgin. I could read that word because in English, French or Spanish was written the same. Then in smaller letters it mentioned things like: Hasheesh, Lsd, cocaine, Marihuana. I suppose it meant they had used this already. I moved on and froze up when I looked at a boy I knew. It was Luc! Totally naked, on all fours with adult feet next to his feet. From an adult`s hand hung a whip. Luc had whip lashing marks allover his back. His cock erect: fourteen centimeters. Professional it said. Then some words I couldn't understand like: oral, anal, fetish, travesty, scato, uro, maso, sado, submission. What I did understand was this: anus largo, boca grande, gentil, dulce, penis grandee recto. He was now one meter forty-five, his waist was forty something. He smiled on the picture even though the blood was running from his back and arse. Location it said: Alemania, Hambourgo in Discotheca Shwein. There was a little box one could tick at the bottom of the page, which indicated that you could order the boy. It wasn't clear whether they had to go to Alemania or that the boy would come here. Of all the boys I had no clue if they were already here or one had to go to the place where they were at. Maybe this Riad was the owner of several places. Like Abdellah Atif, actually said: Agadir. The picture of the boy was amazing; he sat under a stallion's belly licking the huge cock of that animal with glee on his face. I wondered if Abdullah had lied to me about Luc being seropositive. A tear bobbed up in my left eye and fell on my leg. I browsed further...the most beautiful boys looked at me in their entire boy's glory until I turned the last page and to my amazement I was looking at myself. This was me dancing in that Turkish restaurant in Brussels. Totally naked and wild. That was a picture of last year. It had an extra picture of my face in full zoom. On the page I read: Nuevo! The description said: sado, maso, uro, virgin, orgia, fellatio, anal, oral, submission, grande culo, grande pené, piel dulce, rubio. Other words were: cantante, bailarin, despierto, intelligente. The size of my penis: erguido: 15 centimetro. I felt proud and ashamed at the same time. Proud to see myself as intelligent and with a big cock, ashamed because I stood there like an object for sale. On the back of the page there was a photo of me lying on the banquet table with Arabs pissing over me, which was taken in Brussels too. I heard footsteps coming near my room in a very fast pace. I threw the book back in the drawer and rushed myself under bed sheets pretending to be sleeping. There was no knock. The door swung open and in came the small man, Riad's friend. -Chocolate wake up. So my name was Chocolate belga indeed. I rose from my bed and looked at him. Three men stood behind him. In-between them stood a young boy, maybe only seven years old and I hadn't seen him in the catalogue. -Follow us, Chocolate. I was escorted by all four and the boy didn't seem to be ignorant about the place. We moved to a room with double doors. Inside it was like a lounge bar, big video screens on the wall and air-conditioned. I felt cold immediately. They gave me a coat which was stark red; it had my name in gold on it. Chocolate belga. Then they also handed me a chocolate colored penis sheath. My balls hung loose, only my cock sat well in the sheath. Nothing happened really except for the pouring in of more boys of young age. I recognized others from the book. Each and all had their own garment on. One had just a scarve around his shoulders with a leather cowboy pants on, the kind cowboys wear over their jeans. The butt exposed of course. Another one was dressed in kind of Liza Minelly garb with a boa over his shoulders. The little boy got a tutu on. We were asked to sit on a stool at the bar or to lie down on the many couches. Donna Summer sang: Love to love you baby. We waited like half an hour and met and spoke with one another. Mostly Spanish and I had no clue how to speak that. The seven year old passed his tiny hand over my penis sheath and started milking me. I pushed his hand away, but it came back and he said: -No te preocupes (don't worry). Nobody was watching us; the three men had left us. Then a music tune I knew from Elvis Presley's appearance on stage blasted through the speakers. From our left side another double door flung open and in walked about ten people all dressed in tuxedos. They had a card in their hand with a code on it and were soon directed to us. Some went with two boys at the table. Now the videos were being projected. It was horrible, I believe, because they showed how a boy got gang raped by four men in a hangar. They were all dressed in leather and cut away the clothing of the boys with knives. The customers were in awe and nearly forgot about us. Until I finally felt a hand on my leg and looked into a dwarf's eyes. He was the size of the seven year old. He pulled me of the stool and ripped my penis sheath of my dick in a flick of a second. He pressed his lips on my cock and sucked on it like a leech. -Mmm bueno, he slurred while palming my balls. The seven years old had no one, I don't know why...because he was so gorgeous. The dwarf pulled him over by the hand and pushed him down to his balls and said to him: -Chupe (suck). Now I understood that he had reserved both of us for him. He had my dick in a vice and sometimes scratched my gland with his teeth, but as a professional I knew the rules. No criticizing of the customer. The little boy licked his balls with gusto, he was now in-between his thighs and started frictioning the dwarf's tiny dick, the tiniest I ever seen. The dwarf pulled at my bag and rolled my foreskin so far back it really hurt, then he pulled back and motioned tome to fuck him from behind while directing the little one to put his finger up my arse. The boy allowed his hand to be pushed into my boy hole and he fingered it without any more directions from the dwarf. I admit it was awesome. This whole place turned into one private gigantic orgy. Tuxedos strewn over the carpet, men in undies, briefs, female underwear, dildos up their arses, pounding boys from behind and in front, into heir mouths and arses. A sight to behold with Donna Summer moaning like a cheap bitch and the gang rapists stripping bare. The lights got out and I was not sure anymore whether our dwarf friend was still conscious or totally stoned. He was just lying there wanking himself and I was sucking the little boy's dick more than his. The little boy pushed my head up and down on his teeny weenie boner like hell and humping like a horny puppy that wants to ride my leg. I lost it I guess and forgot about the silly dwarf. Instead I turned the little boy onto his tummy ripped his cheeks apart and thrust my dick into his crack and went for it. God he loved it and I did too. We made love the whole night and no one disturbed us. We had a good time. By midday it was over. The lights one and all of us were told to go and shower fast and return to our quarters. Customers went without a word but happy enough to come back for more on another day. write to Aihufist@yahoo.com