Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 10:53:59 -0500 From: Aihu Fist Subject: hammam 12 Hammam 12, Gunnar's Ordeal by Aihu Fist Gunnar had fallen asleep, straight after Redouane had left him. He was worn out by the ultimate sessions of sex he'd had with the master. The golden ring was glittering when a sunbeam shone on his scrotum. He lay askew with his back against the wall, his head on his right shoulder. The other boys had grouped together and stood pointing at his big enhanced nut sac. Laughing, gibbering, shrieking voices were heard through the rustling of the palm leaves and shrubs around the huge pond within the compound. A black Gnawa came to the fore and shouted at them: move back or I will use the whip. Get back to your numbers, he added. The boys were extremely well drilled and moved back at once, clearly apprehensive of what might happen to them. The smiles and grins disappeared. The black boy, about twelve years old stood widespread with his hands on his hips in front of the sleeping Gunnar. His eyes gazing intently at Gunnar's swollen ball sac. I was huge, he thought. He gave it a little tug with the leash. Gunnar didn't react. He was far-gone... The blackie smiled and pulled again but much stronger. Gunnar's face flinched with pain. He immediatley looked at his groin and covered it with his hand as if to console it. -You, whitie get up. Washing time. Gunnar scrambled on his feet like an old bear after a long winter sleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked examiningly at the black boy whose body looked well trained like most Arab boys he saw. Slender with a taut stomach. The boy walked well twenty meters in front of him and occasionally looked back to look at Gunnar. He had a black metal pouch with gold studs in the shape of stars and had a tattoo of Southern Cross on both buttocks. Gunnar phased when he was reined in at two feet from the boy. -Let me get this clear to you. We are both sex slaves, we have no rights; we don't even exist for the outer world but for Redouane's clients. I hope you got this. We have no right to jerk off and we will never see women here. Now I have to wash your body and in particular your private parts after which I will encase them in a new string with dildo. If you get a boner while washing you, I will have to call in another boy who will take you to the motorbike room. And I cannot say anything more. Now you move it. Saying this he pushed him in the back through an arched gate. They entered the hammer. It was darker inside but a sew shafts of light fell through the ceiling smack in the middle of the floor. The floor was wet, buckets stood ready filled with hot and cold water. -First you relieve yourself there. Gunnar was directed at cubicle. He had to crouch on a bench of about four feet high. He saw a camera at the ceiling, two on each side of the bench and one on the ceiling. They were recording every single move he made. He was being filmed while urinating and defecating. Gunnar was congested and pushed hard to empty his bowels. Fifteen minutes he sat there, pushing and grunting. He covered his face with his hands, too embarrassing to be filmed like that. On his right side stood a bucket with a small bowl for him to clean his arse. He had never want to use this in the hotel, always had his toilet paper with him in his bag, but now since he stayed at Redouane's had gotten used to cleaning his arse with his left hand. His fingers went inside his crack and cleaned it all out with a few scoops of water. They lingered there. He stuck one in his anus and searched whether he was growing any hemorrhoids there. He was relieved to find out that his canal was still intact. -Hey, you whitie, move it we haven't all day. Gunnar got down from the toilet seat and stood there naked, vulnerable for a twelve-year-old guard. -get down and lie on your back. The boy soaped in a fat sponge and began to lather Gunnar's tired body. Gunnar enjoyed every stroke and lick of soap on his skin. He closed his eyes and let it all come over him. But when he felt a certain tingling in his groin he veered up like a jack in the box. -What's up, the boy asked. -Don't rub there. -I told you I have to take care of your private parts too. -No I'll do it. -Not allowed, it is my responsability to see to it, lie down. Gunnar couldn't take the electric impulses he felt which were caused by the electronic balls he had up in his scrotum. He squeezed his thigh and couldn't control the muscular contractions. Even his anus was spasming violently. It felt good and at the same time it was a refined form of torture. The boy of course had no idea what was in his nut bag. He kept on lathering it. After the lathering it was time for the peeling of the skin. The body gets rubbed and scraped by the palm of the hand producing black miniscule rolls of dirt from the body. Then comes another cleansing. When he poured a bucket of cold water over the pale clean smooth body, Gunnar nearly jolted on his feet. His hand reached for his nuts and wildly tugged at them, rubbing real fast up and down. He couldn't help it but his cock grew instantly into a magnificent full-blooded rod. The boy's mouth fell open wide in awe. -This nut bag of yours is looking so red, nearly iridescent. What have you in there? -Nothing...nothing. Just finish me washing. -Ok then, turn on your stomach. He continued the same procedure and for some reason, the boy took all his time to inspect Gunnar's anus. He must've washed it in and out at least five times. Gunnar produced the occasional moan and sigh when by accident? His ball sac got wet again. The last buckets of water were cold, real cold to seal of the pores or rather make them smaller. -I told you that growing a boner is prohibited. It's my duty to report it. You wait here, I'll be back soon. Indeed, the boy was back on the double with a fifteen year old wearing a transparent djellabah. The boy was of Asian descent and circumcised. Around his cock and balls he wore a pink cock ring, his penis was tied up under the glans with a string that led to both his nipples, which were equally pierced, with a golden ring. -You are Gunnar, right? Gunnar nodded looking up at the handsome boy, who looked very girlish. Gunnar realized he was in trouble, but getting company of such a beautiful creature, how much trouble could affect him? -Follow me, the Asian boy said. They walked out of the Hammam, Gunnar's body shining like a freshly washed breeding horse. He felt relaxed and reborn. The strolled along the pond passing through the harem of leashed boys. The black boy in the back, and the Asian securing Gunnar's leash. It was only ten minutes walking to another room, which was dark as hell. Gunnar tried to look hard to recognize anything. He only heard the sighing of young boys. A tug at his scrotum ring nudged him back into reality. -Whitie, move your butt over here, the Asian said. Gunnar had no choice but to obey. He faced a row of ten motorbikes made out of wood. At the utter end of the row he saw three boys tied to them. Totally naked and moving as if they were riding a horse. They couldn't have been older than six and their motorbike was adapted to their age. He was told to straddle his legs over what looked like a 750 cc. Gunnar barely got in position as if he were to push off, but he couldn't get off the bike as his ankles and wrists were shackled onto it. -How do you feel, whitie, the Asian asked. -I am OK, Gunnar said with a smile while looking at the boys at the end of the row, they were squirming on that bike of theirs, not crying but clearly enjoying the ride like any kid on a toy bike. They sported a tiny boner too. He looked down at his groin and saw that his was increasing in size again. -Good for you then, the Asian said. He walked around the bike and inspected Gunnar's position, who was sort of sitting straight up. -Yussuf, he said, hook his leash around the belly of the bike and his back. That was done. It was still dark, his eyes had adjusted to it, but couldn't distinguish much. -Ok, you Gunnar, glue your bottom real hard on this bike, because it will be a long ride for you. Gunnar smiled and thought his punishment was going to be nothing more than sitting on this mock motorbike. --Secure his hips, Yussuf, the Asian boy said in Arabic. I will hold him from here. It is his first time, so he may scream. The Asian boy clapped in his hands and three other boys appeared, they all placed their hands on his hips. Gunnar had second thoughts now. At the flank of the motorbike the Asian boy pushed a button. Without any noise at all from the seat of the bike rose a gigantic tool in the shape of a cock which bore its way into Gunnar's cherished love tunnel. It wasn't only moving up gradually in a slight curved way adapted to the bend in his colon but it began to swivel around its axe, then slowly some sort blunt kind of studs flashed in and out. Gunnar was literally going to be screwed on it. It was firm and round as Gunnar's wrist. But it got in allright. Gunnar squealed like a butchered pig, but all the hands let not go of him.. The tool was inserting itself in and out, out of the studs came squirts of oil, so Gunnar was getting lubed at the same time. The engine was wrapped up in Gunnar's feces, an awesome sight. By the fourth time the toll went in the feces were mixed with a red color. Could that be blood, Yussuf thought. Impossible, this machine is perfect. -Stop the machine he ordered one of his assistants. A white young boy of fourteen. He had fat lips, his under lip showed a sign of herpes. -Done, he said. Gunnar had respite for about two minutes. The black dildo chiseled its way of his arse and came to a halt with a grinding sound. Yussuf took a close look at it. -Lift up your arse and push real hard as if you're on the toilet. Gunnar did so. Yussuf poked his finger at it. Mmh, no hemorrhoids and no blood or wounds. -You take it well boy. He looked at the tool and found pieces of digested chili peppers. Everyone broke out in laughter. -Just chilies, my god and we thought we were molesting him. Idriss clean this up and we continue with his treatment. Idriss took real care of the engine tool, his hands full of Gunnar's shit, which he rubbed over his own naked body. He sniggered and everyone laughed. -A tough one this boy, Yussuf said. He loves messing with chit, that's why he is a favorite boy of most men here. Ok, now, no more screams, put a straw ball up Gunnar's mouth. The tool was quite clean and started rotating again, they pressed Gunnar's butt on it and in no minute he was locked on this swirling dildo of a kind. -Have you got the lube and the tube? -Yes Yussuf, the shit boy said. So go ahead, don't withhold your precious semen, Yussuf said to Gunnar. When you feel like squirting, just give a shout, and we'll come running to collect it. You are not allowed to waste any of your semen. That's a rule. Maybe it's too risky with you, you haven't been trained properly yet. I won't take chances with you. A kind of condom of hard plexi glass was slipped over Gunnar's flaccid cock and on top of it was a small kind of separate chalice, which was separated by a type of tiny filter through which the sperm shot. be sealed off from the once the shooting of sperm halted. -Gunnar, you will be here twelve hours, we will give you something to eat, six hours rest and tomorrow you'll be on it again. Yussuf here will put some ointment up your ass to relax the nerves. It was all planned, you know. Master told us that you have special nuts, so we knew you would get a hard on. Anyway, hard on or not, we would have pegged you on this bike sooner or later. We all went through this stage. Myself, I am sure can take horse's cock up here or your fist. I was trained for that and I think the master has something planned for you too. You can shoot as many times you want, the more the better, ok? Gunnar nodded and smiled at this statement. -So by two a.m. we get you off this 'horse'. Believe me, in the end you will be hooked on it, just like us. We nearly beg for it. It's the only place where we are allowed to squirt our cum. Gunnar just grunted, his arse still bobbing up and down on this wonderful invention. He got blindfolded too. The machine buried itself deeply, but came out cleaner, virtually without feces, he was rinsed clean. -Keep him in there for a few minutes more, he will get used to it, the Asian said. They all looked at each other as if in conspiracy. The boys at the end of the row only laugh at Gunnar's behavior. They knew how it had felt in the beginning. Now at age six they could take any cock they wanted and with pleasure. Gunnar calmed down progressively, moving along with the thrusting movements of the fake rod. With his eyes closed he concentrated on the feeling of it and how it rubbed his prostate. The boy's hands removed themselves from his hips, all stood there on stand by. The three little boys at the other end were still enjoying the fucking machine and were sucking a few dicks of three fat men. Arabs. All were naked and extremely hairy. They pulled the boys by their hair and pushed them on their cocks as if they were fucking dolls, but the boys didn't make any protests, they had grown up like that and been trained for years. Redouane was fooling around in the mean time with Duncan, Sonny and Freckles in the desert room. They too were naked. Redouane had Freckles up his arse, very rare for a Moslem to allow that kind of thing, but because he was only a little boy, he made an exception. They lay there frolicking until Yussuf came running in dressed in his transparent djellabah. His pink cock ring was the seen from a far. -What's up Yussuf? -Gunnar is doing well, he's been on the machine for a week now, we got a baby bottle full of his semen, you want to drink it now, sir? -Yes, I will share it with my friends here. How is he doing otherwise. -His crack muscles have been quite enlarged, sir, we can nearly put a fist in it. He has no more problems and he doesn't scream anymore. He is well prepared, but he doesn't want to come off the bike anymore. -He is hooked huh? I knew he would turn in a fuck ass. Keep him there for another month and today we will start with Patrick and Hans. Hans needs to be wider than Gunnar, I really want to make a super slut of him for my friends in Jeddah. They have already made a down payment and should be shipped in two months. His athlete hairy arse of his is your responsibility. Put anything in there you can possibly think of and let him bleed a bit. -yes sir. Your wish is my command. The boy turned around, his djellabah fluttering up, the boy arse slit quite visible. Redouane turned to the boys and said: Time for you to meet some friends of mine. The boys were equally dressed up in fancy Arab wear and taken to the living room. The men who sat there were exactly the same who had been at the bike room. Their names were Idi Amin, Mugabe and Ghadafi.