Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2018 16:24:21 +0100
From: Michael Tolliver <michaeltoliver20@gmail.com>
Subject: Hamsa of Tangier Chapter 3

HAMSA OF TANGIER 3

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The next stage of my sexual awaking came three days after my introduction
to piss in the pit. In its own way it was just as amazing as everything
else that had been happening in the last week since I had become sixteen.

It began like any other day. I had washed my hair, shaved in as much as I
had to, bathed and put on my uniform. I was to serve at the Bey's breakfast
and was just setting out when I was stopped by the Master of the Body
Slaves.

"Ah Hamsa, I'm glad I caught you. I have been asked to give you this." He
pressed a carefully wrapped package into my hand. I was startled, who on
earth would give me a present?

He gave a conspiratorial wink. "It is from His Highness. Open it in your
room before you serve breakfast. He will be expecting you to wear it." Then
he squeezed my arm. "I am very pleased for you Hamsa. But may I give a word
of advice from someone who has been in the service of his family for over
thirty years. His Highness is a good man. better by far than his father who
was not always attentive to his duties and could be cruel and vindictive at
times. Our relationship was for the most part good, but I did not trust him
as I do his son. The province of Tangier is well run and at peace. His
Highness is concerned for his people. That is why the palace is a pleasure
to work in. But you must remember this. His Highness is a prince, the
grandson of the uncle of the Sultan. All his life he has expected that
whatever he wants will be his for the taking, and his favour can be
withdrawn as quickly as it has been given." He took my head in his hands
and looked me closely in my eyes. "Never presume my boy,never presume. For
the moment however enjoy whatever favours he will bestow."

I was very confused by all this, and I was not convinced that what he was
talking about was entirely good news. Sometimes it is good to go unnoticed
and therefore unthreatened. I went back to my cubicle and unwrapped the
parcel. It was a small bottle of costly oil of lavender. The best lavender
oil came from far away France, if this really had come from across the
middle sea, it a was a precious gift indeed. I quickly anointed my wrists
and forehead and hurried off to take my place at the table. His Highness,
when he came, punctually as always as the seven o'clock bell was rung, we
slaves quickly brought his napkin, and the dishes which had been
prepared. But his secretary did not join him and at first he seemed only
interested in his letters. Business first.

Then looking up he dismissed the other slaves so we were alone.

As I moved to refill his cup of coffee, and leaned closer, the back of his
hand brushed lightly over my cock. Almost it could have been by accident,
but when it happened again a few moments later, I realized the contact had
been deliberate. I froze, and now his hand gentle caressed my cock through
the silk gauze of my trousers. With a mind of its own it very quickly got
hard.

"Hamsa," he said. I was so startled that I almost spilt his coffee. No one
used my name except other slaves. I was startled, even that he knew it. He
must have seen my expression.

"It is Hamsa, is it not?"

"It is Highness."

He had continued caressing my cock and I saw a wet patch growing where it
was leaking pre cum. He pulled aside my belt so that my chest was
exposed. Now he ran his fingers lightly over my nipples, which hardened
with his touch. I moaned and swallowed. He continued to look at my body but
I could see that he was smiling.

"You like having your cock played with?"

"Of course, Highness."

"Yes of course." His hand moved down my body across the smooth tight ridges
of my belly and slowly pulled by trousers down. When my cock sprang free he
continued gently wanking it.

"If your Highness continues .... " I managed to say.

"Will you cum Hamsa? I've been told you cum a lot." Again he saw my
expression of astonishment.

He chuckled, "I know of most things that go on in my palace. I know
especially what sex my staff enjoy, I know of your growing friendship with
young Edem. I know of your recent visits to the rocks." I could see his
eyes sparkling with amusement as the expression of astonishment on my face,
grew.

"He is a good teacher I imagine. I have never known a boy so young who was
so skilled a lover. I imagine he has told you how we met."

I was staring at him, something else that would have been unthinkable half
an hour before, but managed to nod uncertainly.

"I couldn't leave him in that brothel even though it is perhaps the most
luxurious south of the Middle Sea. His arse was too precious, I had to have
it here. Of all the arses I fuck, his is the by far the best. He is always
ready, always eager. His arse is always greased and usually full of cum."
the Bey chuckled again. "I love rimming a cum filled arse. Do you love
rimming a cum filled arse?" Again I nodded, "Of course you do. But I have
been told that you have talents of which I have not been aware, and that
your lust for man sex is every bit as great as his, and mine for that
matter," again he smiled. "Is that not so Hamsa?" I nodded, my mouth had
gone dry. "Good. Then we must put your skills and lust to use. Boys as
young as you and Edem are precious. Boys who love to suck cocks and love to
be fucked."

My trousers had slipped down to the floor and my rigid cock stood out not
two feet from his face. "You have a beautiful cock Hamsa, as beautiful as
you. You are only sixteen, so it will go on growing. It will not be as
thick as Edem's, but few cocks are. Has he fucked you yet."

Again I nodded.

"Many times?"

"A few Highness."

"It is a glorious feeling to be fucked by a really big cock, Hamsa. I am
told that many cocks have fucked you?"

For the first time I had the courage to relax and gave a chuckle. "I love
it Highness. I love being fucked by all cocks. Edem's especially. And yes
since my sixteenth birthday my arse has been very well used. I don't think
I could ever be fucked enough." I forgot myself for a moment as I thought
of the glories of being fucked. "On my birthday as a present, Edem took me
to the rocks and at one time I stood there and a whole group of men stood
in line to fuck me I lost count after fifteen. The cum was running down my
legs, my arse was so full." I realized where I was and to whom I was
speaking. So I stopped talking and looked at the floor. "Highness." When I
looked up he was grinning.

"And you like sucking cocks too." It wasn't a question it was a statement.

My face lit up and I grinned back, "Oh yes Highness, I love sucking cocks
and I love the taste of cum."

"Yes, all of us love that. I want you to give me yours but first you will
swallow mine, that is how it should be." as he said this he leaned closer
and sucked my cock again. It is not huge, though it was bigger than the
cocks of most of the slaves I worked with, and Edem had enjoyed it when I
had fucked him, but the Bey swallowed it to the base without any
effort. His throat was tight and hot.

"I have heard also that you love to drink piss. Edem will have taught you
that too of course. He loved it in the brothel and many times we played in
the golden pool."

"You like drinking piss too, Highness!"

"There are few kinds of man sex that I don't like."

He leaned forward again and continued very gently sucking the nob of my
cock. I was on the verge of coming and wondered if I should warn him. But
he heard my intake of breath.

After a few moments He leaned back a little and I could now his own cock in
a huge hard ridge along his thigh. I wanted to touch and almost
involuntarily my right hand moved towards it. He leaned back a little more
and looked at me and smiled. He had a nice smile, his face relaxed and took
on a boyish look. Watching carefully for his reaction, I touched it as he
had touched mine. I gently unfastened his golden belt so his trousers fell
away and his cock was exposed. Edem had told me it was big and so it was,
almost as big as Abu Musa's though the Bey's was less gnarled. It was thick
and smooth, and very dark, hot looking. I ran my finger lightly over the
wet, leaking nob. Then held it, it felt hot in my hand and I could feel the
blood throbbing inside it. Edem had said it had a wicked curve. I had tried
to picture what this may have been like. Now I had my answer. His cock was
thick all the way down but as it got near the nob it seemed to swell and
ended in the huge head which turned down so that it was like a thick
bulbous arch.

It was a truly wonderful cock and worthy of a prince. I had to have this
wonderful cock in my mouth and arse. Mouth first so I could taste his
cum. I leaned over and sucked it eagerly into my mouth. It had felt hot in
my hand and I could feel the blood pumping through it, and so it did in my
mouth as well. I had to stretch my lips as wide as they could go to get the
head in my mouth. Immediately I could taste the precum, his nob was wet
with it. If I had been ready to cum so had he. I set up a rhythm. There was
no way I could get the head down my throat, but remembering Abu Musa, I
took it as far back as I could and swallowed, holding the end for a moment
in my throat muscles. As it had worked for Abu Musa so it worked for The
Bey. He groaned and held my head as he fucked up into my mouth. I only just
resisted the urge to gag and sucked and loved his cock, coating it with
saliva. Then I took hold of it and wanked while I was sucking. By now he
was groaning and the fucking became more urgent, suddenly there was a huge
fountain of cum in my mouth. Rich and smooth with a sivery texture, and he
kept on pumping out more. I swirled his glorious cum around my mouth,
before reluctantly swallowing it. He pulled me up into a passionate kiss,
searching with his tongue for any of his cum that might still be there. But
I had swallowed it all, only the taste was left.

"I have had a letter," he said after a few moments when he was trying to
get his breath back, "concerning you and young Edem, from Ali Al Rashid. He
is one of my oldest friends. We grew up together. We had our first sex with
each other. He is my brother, at least that is how I think of him. We
discovered the joys of sucking cock, and fucking and being fucked. We
couldn't get enough. That is why I understand you so well. I was like you
when I was sixteen. So many cocks, so little time. He tells me he met you
at the rocks. I know he goes there whenever he is in town. He tells me that
when he rimmed your arse it was full of five loads from his slaves."

"No Highness, four from his slaves one from a palace guard."

"Let me guess, Abu Musa."

"Abu Musa fucked Edem that night, (though he has fucked me before, and I
hope he'll fuck me again. It is his price for letting us out by the back
gate.) It would be worth going there for that even if I wasn't going
out. But that night one of the young privates fucked me."

"Was he good? Abu Musa's always a good fuck."

"He's as young as Edem, and he has a great body. Yes, he was a very good
fuck. Sometimes the other guards join in too. Those are the best nights."

The Bey smiled again, "I knew of Abu's 'tax' arrangement. It seemed good to
me, I cannot think there is another tax people would enjoy paying more. I
would not have been happy if he was asking for money. Then the gate would
not have been secure. I made that very clear to him. For now he is my check
on the people of the night. He prefers to fuck than to be fucked but he
lets me fuck him and enjoys it. Soldiers like discipline. He likes being
under authority and doesn't feel humiliated as he thinks he would be if he
was being fucked by one of his soldiers. Men are funny creatures Hamsa. He
could be having so much more fun!"

He slumped back against the cushions in his chair. His eyes were closed and
he was panting. "It is a long time, boy, that anyone has sucked my cock as
well as that. If your arse is half as good I shall want to fuck it every
day. I didn't want to come that fast, but I had no choice." Then looking
carefully at me again, "You are now a man, and I will use you like a
man. I've looked at your face and your body and your cock. I wondered if
anyone who looks like you could be the sort of new slut I like. Now I
know. Your mouth and your arse is going to be put to good use. I will be
finished at five come here, Edem will bring you."

We were a Prince and slave again. I bowed and backed away towards the
door. "Wait. I suggest you are discrete about the source of your
present. Wear it for me. Slaves can be jealous."

I went back to the slave quarters realizing that there had been another
twist of fate, though I couldn't make out quite what had happened (apart of
course from sucking a new cock and swallowing another load of cum.) What
had Edem had to do with all of this?

The Slaves of the Body were divided into two groups each with ten young
slaves, and each with their common room. Eight were in our common room when
I got there. In the centre was Edem lying back his legs apart and his huge
cock clearly on show, half hard and drooping over his balls.

One of his arms was draped across the back cushions around the neck of the
newest slave to our group, Mesrut. He was our age with light brown hair
which distinguished him from most of us. (The Bey's personal valet who kept
his clothes and assisted with his bath and cut his hair, was a blond boy
from the far north. I had seen him once. Now I guessed he and the Bey must
be lovers. I envied the boy, being fucked by that cock every day.) Before
coming to us Mesrut worked in the officers' mess of the Bey's personal body
guard. I had guessed he must know Abu Musa, and he told us that he did,
though Abu Musa was not in their mess. I remember thinking at the time that
this seemed strange, he was part of the guard but not part of the Bey's
personal guards. The hierarchy among the soldiers of the palace seemed as
complicated as the hierarchy among the slaves. However it was him who had
put his name forward when the vacancy had come up. He was tall and slim
with sleek limbs. The Bey would not have needed much persuading. Edem's
other arm was lazily stroking Mudassar's muscular thigh. It was having its
effect, Mudassar's tunic was impressively tented out.

"Ah, Hamsa, Mudassar here says he's feeling horny."

"I'm not surprised if you play with his leg like that." The other slaves
giggled. Mudassar rested his hand on Edem's. He had come from far to the
east, from the Punjab he had told us, (none of us had any idea where that
was) and like Edem, the Bey had bought him in Egypt and brought him back
here. Mudassar was far darker skinned that even the Berber. It was a
conceit among the rich to demonstrate their wealth by the exotic variety of
their slaves. The Bey was no different. Clearly he was enjoying his new
duties and Edem's attention.

"I told him that you would suck his cock for him. I told him if you sucked
his cock I would fuck his arse."

I gulped, amazed; everyone was looking at me,waiting for my reaction. "And
I said that you'd probably suck everyone else's cock as well. Isn't that
true boys?" the others nodded. "The Berber had to leave before you came, so
I told him he could fuck you when he gets back."

Everybody was looking at the ceiling, then Mudassar started laughing, and
everybody including Edem joined in. But I didn't laugh. This was a
challenge that I was more than ready to take on though I could still taste
the Bey's spunk in my mouth. I pulled off my uniform so I was naked before
them, then walked over to Mudassar. "Feeling horny are you? Well so am I."
And I was too, the Bey had left me hanging. I quickly pulled up Mudassar's
tunic and grabbed his cock, It was hard, bigger than mine and the colour of
dark coffee. The room had suddenly gone quiet. And you could have heard a
pin drop as I sucked Mudassar's cock enthusiastically. I used some of my
usual techniques, but it was rough, I used my hands and was designed to get
him off as quickly as possible, I craved another load of cum in my mouth,
and I had never swallowed Mudassar's before.

I saw movement around me. Other tunics were being pulled up and other hands
were wanking too. Mudassar quickly got in the mood after his initial
surprise. He pulled me up from the floor, then after kissing me, sat me on
the divan,and holding my head firmly in both hands he fucked my mouth
hard. his whole cock disappearing down my throat with each thrust. It was a
bit uncomfortable at times but the sensation of being totally dominated and
used, was itself a turn on. At that moment my mouth was just a place for
him to shoot his cum. It didn't last long. After five minutes of this he
pulled out and started wanking his cock into my mouth, and a few seconds
later and he was there, two thick robes of cum shot out across my
outstretched tongue, three more splattered my lips. I sat back, a bit
breathless and wiped away the sweat that was dripping in my eyes. One by
one the other six slaves got up, pulled off their own tunics and stood
around me wanking and waiting for my reaction. Six naked boys, and all for
me! I grinned up at everyone, licked the splatters of cum from my lips and
said.

"Who's next?" One by one, as they were ready, the other six came up to me
and as I opened my mouth they filled it with another load of spunk, I just
about had enough time between each load to suck their cocks clean before
the next load came. In twenty minutes, I had sucked them all off and
swallowed their cum. Last was Edem's.

As soon as he had finished, he knelt down with me. He kissed me cleaning up
my face which was pretty covered in cum. My cock was as hard as a rock but
as I was wanking it, and about to cum, Mudassar pulled me up in front of
where he was sitting and swallowed my cock and my load. I juddered as I
filled his mouth and I was aware that Edem was there to help him swallow
it. I slumped forward, and eventually struggled onto the seat and leaned
back exhausted against the cushions.

Mesrut looked at me astonished. "That was amazing!" he said.

I looked back and winked at him, "You think so?" I wondered how many of the
boys would come to me now they knew for certain what I like. I knew that
word would get around the slave quarters and not just among the Slaves of
the Body. I would be like Edem I hoped, walking around with an arse
permanently filled with cum. Mesrut produced coffee and we relaxed, no one
bothered to get dressed. After an hour, I noticed Edem was playing with his
cock again. He winked over at me.

"Hey pretty boy," he said to me, and looked down at his cock which was
almost fully hard again. "You've shown us how much you like swallowing
cum. But the Berber is expecting to fuck you. Can you take him d'you
think?"

"Well," I replied, "he fucks you on a regular basis." This got a laugh from
the others, "So if he can get his cock into that sloppy cunt of yours, I
guess he can get it in this sloppy cunt of mine."

"Well said," said one of the others. "He's peddling his arse around the
palace all the time, don't take any jibes from him." This got another
laugh, and this time at Edem's expense. But he wasn't fazed.

"Yeh sure, you've all fucked me, but I've fucked all of you too." (This was
news to me). There were a few sheepish grins around the room. "The Berber
is back in about two hours. Lets come back here and Hamsa can show us just
how much his arse has been opened up in the last few days, the gods know
it's been fucked enough!"

I needed to take a piss badly. The Bey had installed the finest urinals in
the town. You could stand in front of a long trough with running water that
flushed the piss away to the sea. The air in the palace was always
sweet. So I and Mesrut went to the one nearest our quarters. A couple of
soldiers were already in there and were startled though obviously not too
upset by the sudden appearance of two naked young slaves jostling for a
place. One of the young soldiers seemed especially interested, and stayed
back after his mate had left. Now this could prove interesting I thought. I
took the place next to him and we exchanged glances, and he nodded, I'm
Harun of the Bey's personal guard.

"Glad to meet you Harun, I'm Hamsa of the Slaves of the Body. We don't get
many guards down here." I saw him and Mesrut exchange glances. Of course
Mesrut would know him from the time he was in the mess. "I guess you two
know each other."

"Yeah," said Mesrut and gave Harun a warm hug, "Harun and I are fuck
buddies from way back."

"As I remember you were fuck buddies with the whole platoon." Then turning
to me, "He served in the mess and in the barracks. I guess all of us must
have fucked you at one time or another."

"Yeah. And I fucked most of you too, as I remember. You in
particular. Don't let him fool you Hamsa, though Harun loves to fuck and
looks every inch the big brave soldier, let me tell you too, he loves
taking it up his slut arse like the rest of us." They laughed and hugged
again. "But Hamsa's right we don't see you guys much down here."

"Marcus and I were on guard duty in the courtyard, we needed to piss. This
was the nearest urinal. Simple as that."

He had a nice fat cock and every now and then while we were talking he let
a small flow of piss out. I put my foot next to his boot so that when he
pissed the next time he pissed all over it. The young soldier and Mesrut
were looking past me at each others cocks. Mesrut stared down at my wet
foot, and then grinning he shot a stream of piss up at the back wall, the
soldier also pushed his hips out and did the same. Mesrut looked down again
at my wet feet, I gave him a wink. His next spurt of piss was against my
tummy and all down my leg. When the young soldier saw that my cock had got
hard he exchanged a knowing look with at Mesrut and did the same from his
side. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, and to show my interest I
pissed into my cupped hands and drank it down. The soldier did the
same. Mesrut stared, fascinated by our play, he came closer, so that we
three were facing each other.

Putting up a warning finger to hold fire for a moment the soldier backed
away, and quickly took off his uniform, so that he was as naked as we were,
and put it away from the urinal where it wasn't likely to get wet. He had a
very nice body like all the soldiers in the body guard. (I suspected that
it reflected the Bey's taste). He was slim though nicely defined with
narrow hips and very broad shoulders. When he came back he stood facing me
and sent a powerful arch of piss from my face down to my feet, some
reaching Mesrut who thrust out his hips to make sure his cock got
soaked. Then directing his stream upwards and bending over slightly the
soldier pissed up into his own mouth. I was really impressed. And looking
up he opened his mouth to show me the piss pooled inside. It glistened in
the light from the roof light. I couldn't resist that and moved over and
kissed him to share it. It was clear, sweet and tasted wonderful. I reached
to the side and pulled Mesrut into the pissy kiss as well. He opened his
lips greedily and probed my mouth with his tongue. The soldier then broke
the kiss to bend over to suck my cock. I filled it with my piss until it
was brimming over and running down his chin and over his chest down over
his hard cock. It matched his body perfectly, smooth, quite long, with a
pink head. It was a perfect cock to suck. He stood up and once again pulled
us into a piss filled kiss. Mesrut joined in enthusiastically, and it was
him who swallowed most of it.

I giggled, "This is an unexpected surprise. I don't associate handsome
young soldiers with piss."

"Then you have a bit to learn about soldiers. There's loads of us who get
together regularly. I've loved it since I was a boy. My kid brother and I
regularly drank each other's piss. And I love drinking it still."

"Have you ever been down to the pit?"

"In the rocks? Oh yeh sure, but it isn't always easy to get away at
night. I've wangled night duty a few times with Abu Musa, he's happy for us
to slip away. He even lets us leave our uniforms behind. I've come back
after an hour or two of pissing and fucking. But there are eight of us in
our regular piss group here in the palace and I like it better sharing it
with my mates. One of the guys really likes taking it up the arse as well,
so we drink piss and fuck him." He chuckled. "I love fucking his arse,
partly because he loves it so much and seeing the pleasure on the face of
the guy you're fucking is a huge turn on." Then he gave another boyish
grin, "I like sucking cock too. Usually I'm the cock sucker while he's
getting fucked."

"I love rimming a cum filled arse." I said.

"Oh yes, I've regularly sucked out his arse after he's been fucked by
us. Great."

"Mesrut put his arms around our wet shoulders, "Guys, I really need to
piss." And to make the point he sent out a looping arch of piss that hit
the young soldier directly in his face. He lunged forward to drink it. I
could see him swallowing. Then Mesrut turned the piss on me, and it was my
turn to do the drinking. Mesrut's piss tasted good too though not as sweet
as the soldiers.

It was my turn to share. I put a wet hand on Mesrut's shoulder and gently
pushed him down so he was kneeling next to the soldier, they began kissing
and as they did I soaked their hair and their faces. I pissed directly into
Mesrut's mouth and was pleased to see how much he drank. A new piss slut
was found. All this time the soldiers cock had remained hard and
vertical. It was time to do something about that. He liked to fuck, I love
being fucked, it was a no brainer. I leaned over to suck it again, and he
even gave me another mouthful of his piss, but that was just an
encouragement, I was still amazed that some people seemed to be able to
piss even with a hard on. When I thought it was sufficiently lubricated
with enough piss and my saliva to get it into my arse easily I turned round
and backed on to it. By now I had mastered the art of relaxing my arse and
it went in like a warm knife through butter. The young soldier groaned in a
very satisfactory way. "Shit that's hot,"was all he managed to say before
beginning the glorious ride again. I would never get tired of this. I loved
cocks at all times, filling my mouth with cum or piss, looking at them,
touching them, but above all being fucked by them. And I smiled to myself
that I still had the Berber and the Bey to take on that day, (plus anyone
else who turned up, little did I know). The soldier fucked for maybe
fifteen minutes, it was a good fuck, well, every fuck is good, but if I'm
honest he was a bit too gentle. I realised as his cock was going in and out
of my cunt, that what I really liked was to be slam fucked hard. He was
beautiful and half way through he got me on my back so I could see his
handsome face as he fucked me. He grinned down at me and we kissed. Mesrut
added to the fun. He found some more piss from somewhere and pissed down
into my face and mouth and over the back of the soldiers head. It was what
the soldier needed, as we were sharing the piss in my mouth his fucking
became more aggressive and the extra force behind it really hit the
spot. He flooded my arse with cum. It felt like a big load, I could feel
the pulses along his cock several times before he relaxed. He grinned down
at me.

"Boy Oh boy, that is one sweet arse you have there. It's every bit as good
as they said it would be. You have to come over to the barracks. There's
twenty soldiers I know who would love to fuck you."

" 'They said'?" I asked.

"Hah, master Hamsa! Do you think I didn't know who you were? Edem has been
bragging to everyone about your coming out. How he got your virgin arse
turned into a slutty cunt in four days. How you are a natural whore, how
you can't get enough cock inside you? You're arse is famous! We'd seen you
about of course with your innocent face. I almost didn't believe it myself
until now. When we came for a piss I had kinda thought it would be fun if
we met some of the Slaves of the Body, the personal Guard of the Bey and
you, all share his cock in common, ain't that right, Mesrut?

"Mesrut," I said," are you part of this?"

He grinned sheepishly, "Well, sort of. I knew your birthday and coming of
age was due, so I guessed something like it would have been planned. We all
went through it of course, though from what I've heard very few have taken
to it with so much enjoyment. It happened to me three years ago and then I
was assigned to the mess with Harun and the others.

His now soft cock had slipped out of my arse while Mesrut was speaking and
he lay back on the piss soaked floor. Mesrut quickly took his place. He was
all fired up by watching the soldier fucking me and eager to add his cum to
the mix. I wanted him to come in my arse too. He didn't waste time on
finesse or preliminaries, he just took his cock in his hand and shoved it
roughly into my leaking, cum filled cunt. So I played my usual games of
squeezing and relaxing,squeezing and relaxing, pushing my arse up to meet
his thrusts. I grunted and moaned to show him what a good time he was
giving me, I was almost sobbing, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt." I pulled
him down into a rough kiss, a tangle of tongues and lips, and with a final
hard slam, as he tried to screw his cock in as far and as hard as he could,
he came. He collapsed like a burst bladder such as children play with. The
soldier looked down at us and pissed over Mesrut's back moving swiftly up
to his head and then my face where I gulped it down. As Mesrut's cock
softened and came out of my arse, he too rolled over onto the piss wet
tiles and lay on his back panting. His wet hair was in a shallow puddle of
piss. Dribbles of piss ran down the side of his face onto the floor. He
opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"Fucking hell, Hamsa, what have you done to me?"

"What have I done!?"

"I've done nothing, if I might remember it is you who fucked me, not the
other way round." I grinned at him, and gently kissed him, "and very nice
your cock felt in my arse too. Me and my arse are duly grateful and you can
fuck us again whenever you like. And.. I loved your piss too. And you can
soak me in that as often as you like as well."

"You've got a very talented cunt too, and I'm very glad we can add it to
the rest of the arses around us."

The soldier looked down at us. He was just as wet as we were, his wet hair
was clinging to his face. "Come over to the barracks boys and we'll fill up
both your cunts with good military cum. Mesrut knows all about that."

Just at that moment I heard the one o'clock bell, I wasn't on duty that
lunch but there were other things I should be doing. I struggled to my feet
and kissed the soldier licking up a dribble of piss that was running down
the side of his nose. "I want you to fuck me again Mr Soldier boy, but it
can't be tonight. I am serving the Bey at five and I don't know for how
long he will want me."

He gave me a knowing look, "Oh yes we know what that's about. "

"You do!"

"Have you sucked his cock yet?"

"Yes, I sucked him off this morning after I served him breakfast."

"Figures. He always like sex in the morning."

"Oh come on," said Mesrut, "have you ever known it when he hasn't wanted to
have sex?"

The soldier giggled, "No, that's true enough. Shit you know when you've
been fucked when he does it. The gods know he's fucked me enough
times. That's what being part of his personal guard means. You are called
Slaves of the Body. We are The Guards of the Body. I love big dicks, and I
like big loads, and you certainly get that from His Royal Highness, And
we've fucked him too. And he's sucked off enough of us. The Bey loves cum
as much as any of us. He chose us to serve him and actually it's a great
life here. You've sucked his cock and you swallowed his load. He probably
told you about all the sex you've been having. Am I right?" I nodded. "And
now you have the invitation. You'll be tested. But your arse will be nice
and open and full of our cum too, so you should survive."

"Don't worry you'll love it," said Mesrut,"you'll get fucked by everyone,
that's how it usually goes. The Berber normally goes last before the Bey
himself. You sort of build up to them. It won't be all at once, just over
the course of the evening. Actually it's really great, I had a blast."

"On the night I went through there were four new recruits, so I had an easy
time."

"How many people are we actually talking about here?" I said.

"How many?" Mesrut said, "Say forty guards, the two groups of Body Slaves,
plus any guests he has staying. Sixty, seventy guys over an evening, you
can do that. Think very busy night at the rocks."

I was a bit stunned. And said, almost to myself. "To big dicks and big
loads."

"To big dicks and loads," echoed the two of them. Then we scooped up water
from the stream in the urinal and rinsed our bodies. We would have to wash
again, but it got the worst of the stink off.

When I got back to our quarters, I couldn't find Edem until I realized his
curtain was drawn, so I asked Mudassar who he was with. He told me the
Berber had come back early and as they couldn't find me, he demanded to
fuck Edem again.

"That was half an hour ago so I guess he's still doing it. Knowing Edem, he
won't mind an audience. I'm surprised they aren't doing it here. It's
happened before. Where have you been anyway?"

"I was in the latrine getting pissed on and fucked by Mesrut and one of the
guards."

"Shit Hamsa, you're having a busy day. I watched you suck everybody off
this morning. Now you've just been fucked in the loo. And you're going to
the Bey's party tonight."

"Am I the only person who didn't know about the party?"

"Pretty much. I was surprised it was happening so quickly after your
birthday, but having heard the stories I guess the Bey thought why are we
waiting?"He looked at me and smiled. "Well I enjoyed using your mouth,
that's for certain, and I shall enjoy using your arse tonight. if you're
happy we certainly are too."

"How many people fucked you that night?"

"I can't remember, fifty? It was one of the best nights of my life." Then
he kissed me gently and ran his long tongue around my mouth. "You taste of
piss."

It was a timely reminder if I needed one that before we went to see the
Bey, I, and I had no doubt Edem, would need a bath. There was a good hammam
in our slave quarters, the Bey demanded scrupulous standards of cleanliness
among his slaves, so taking my towel I went quickly and cleaned my
teeth. The Bey might like the taste of piss, but he might like it fresh; I
plunged in the shallow pool and quickly rubbed myself dry. I did not
however clean out my arse which I could feel leaking cum. From what he had
said I thought he would want to clean out that part himself, and I walked
back to our slave quarters in time to see the Berber coming out of Edem's
cubicle, his huge cock was hanging out still dripping cum from Edem's
arse. When he saw me he stopped and came over.

"Hamsa." Then taking his massive cock in his hand and pointing it in my
direction, "You boy, owe me a fuck." then after a moment's hesitation he
leaned down to whisper, "soon."

I looked in on Edem. He was lying down on his tummy, his legs were spread
wide apart, knees over each side of the divan. His gaping arse was leaking
cum. I went in and ran a gentle hand over his hard smooth buttocks, I saw
the cum leaking out and bent down to lick it up. His face was looking
sideways and he groaned as I rimmed him. His eyes were half closed, and his
mouth was slack.

"Hamsa, you bastard, where were you?"

"How did you know it was me? I was in the loo getting pissed on and fucked
by Mesrut and a young soldier called Harun. And don't pretend to me that
you don't enjoy being fucked by the Berber and I know perfectly well too
that you are proud, not only that your cunt can take his cock but that you
can enjoy being fucked by it too."

A slight smiled developed at the corners of his mouth, "You know me too
well Hamsa, my friend. And I also know your tongue pretty well."

"Not as well as I thought. I didn't know what was planned at the party
tonight!"

"Oh didn't you? I thought it might be a nice surprise."

"Piece of shit," I said and slapped his arse as hard as I could.

"Ouch. What was that for? Now it's my turn to say to you, I know you well
enough to know that a gangbang in your arse is exactly what you want."

He pulled himself slowly on to his back. Wincing as he did so. I was
surprised to see his cock was so hard, standing up and out the head wet and
shiny with precome.

"Didn't you come?"

"No chance, he pushed me down on the bed, put a pillow under me so my arse
was in the air, spat into my hole, shoved his cock in and fucked me stupid
for half an hour and when he had cum, he just pulled out and left. Slam
bam, and no thanks." He smirked again, "You're right of course I loved it,
and the bastard knows I love it. He fucks other people of course, but I
know from what they say that it is usually a painful experience and they
have to keep telling him to slow down. They say he hates it and gets
frustrated. He never has to worry about it with me, my cunt can take it no
matter how hard he fucks it; and I love it. It just takes me a while to
recover." He gave me a rueful smile. "Thanks for rimming me, it felt good,
soothing."

"Let me take care of this too, I leaned over and sucked his cock. His cock
was not only special because it was so big,it was special too because it
was his. My mouth was already feeing the strain of sucking off ten boys
already that morning and he would be waiting in three hours; and the Berber
may be later?. I had to take things easy, so mostly I tried to get him off
as quickly as possible using my hand as much as my mouth. I kept the nob
wet with my saliva while wanking it off into my mouth. It wasn't long
before he was panting and a few seconds later he arched his back and I was
rewarded by a rush of his sweet cum which I swallowed gratefully.

"Thanks Hamsa, you're a pall." He closed his eyes again.

He looked at me and smiled, "So you are going to be brought into the
group. I thought you would after my description of your coming out. He's
seen you of course, nobody could ever forget your face, but he isn't into
fucking children. But when you reached sixteen then you became fair
game. We all guessed of course that you are gay." He gave me another leer,
"You were practically drooling when ever any of us got our cocks out." I
must have looked a bit embarrassed. "Don't worry about it Hamsa, we thought
it was great. We hoped you would love gay sex as much as we do. And we
certainly haven't been disappointed. The energy you put into sucking cock
and getting fucked even amazed me." He gave another chuckle. "Piss too. You
took to it, if I may I say so, like a duck to water! The other slaves in
our group thought that was surprising, nothing in your attitude suggested
that. I thought it was great, of course. You see Hamsa for the last week
you've been watched. And we we've loved it. Take the session this morning
when you sucked everybody off."

"This morning before I came back to the common room I'd just sucked him
off. He left me as high and dry as the Berber left you, which was partly
why I was so ready to suck everyone off. I was feeling even more horny than
Mudassar."

One of his slow dirty smirks spread across his face. "He's got a great cock
hasn't he? Did he cum in your mouth?" I nodded, "Huge load?" I nodded
again. "Yeh, I've NEVER met anyone who can cum as much as he can. He's
proud of it too. He told me he first became known for it when he was
fifteen getting sucked off by his grandfather's guards. Then they got him
introduced to being fucked. By the time he was twenty, five years later, he
told me he had been repeatedly fucked by the whole cohort. That's five
hundred men. He told me his grandfather was gay and thought it was
funny. He kept up his average of three or four a day, by going to the
cohort's hammam, lying down on his stomach on a massage bed and just being
fucked by everybody there. He said the soldiers were big and always horny
so he was their dream cum true. The prince with the open arse. Then when he
was twenty he discovered fucking and pretty well that's what he's stuck to
ever since. He told me people saw the size of his cock and wanted it in
their arses. I certainly wanted it in mine. In the time I've known him I've
fucked him maybe half a dozen times. Oh, and once one night in the brothel,
I saw him getting gang banged by a few of his snotty upper class mates and
two of the brothel slaves, but he was a bit drunk at the time and that was
before he became officially, His Royal Highness and came here as the
Bey. It's a nice enough place here, an almost perfect climate. The palace
is beautiful, and he's used his own money to improve it. He's not
interested in great power, he has more than enough money from his estates
here and in Andalusia and Algarve, so the taxes are fair and the people
seem content. He has founded the university so his mind is stretched. He
does a good job as administrator. The streets are kept safe and the borders
defended. And he has an endless supply of willing arses to fuck and cocks
to suck. Great life it seems to me."

"Harun likes him too."

"We all like him. If you play fair and do your job, he's the best boss in
the world, AND he fucks you too."

I couldn't help but agree. It did seem a perfect life, and an honourable
one too. He had huge advantages in life, including birth, intelligence,
good looks (and a very big cock); and he had used them all well. I felt a
growing respect for him too. I also felt a growing desire to suck his cock
again and this time to get fucked by it.

"He said he was into piss too."

"Not as much as you and me but yeh, a few of times we used to do to that
too, We even went in the golden pool in the brothel, actually, you know
what? That's where I first met Ali al Rashid, it's a few years ago and
there were so many faces and so many cocks. But I think he used to enjoy
the pool as well. I'd forgotten that.

Now I suggest we sleep for a couple of hours. I'll make the slave on duty
get us up and we'll go up to the Bey's apartments."

At 4.30 Edem and I dressed in our green and gold uniforms and went out from
the slave quarters across the main courtyard of the palace and up the
graceful steps of the portico of the old Roman governor's Palace. Four
guards similarly dressed in the Bey's green, with silver breast plates and
high silver helms looked at us as we passed. We had no need to stop we had
seen them each every day. They barely gave us a glance, or seemed not
to. Two other slaves inside the door,watched us as we walked in. Did I
notice them exchange glances? Perhaps it was just me. We passed private
sitting rooms the entrances to the Bey's kitchen wing and his private
study. I had always loved the palace. I imagined there were many other
palaces and royal houses around the empire, but none I thought could
possibly match the taste and elegance found here or it's spectacular
position. As we went through the door at the end we went out onto the wide
roof terrace that stretched around three sides of the great central tower
which looked out across the straits to the great Rock of Gibraltar, and the
Gates of Hercules, that was what made Tangier so strategic a position for
the whole empire. It was through here that the trade in ivory, tin, amber
and gold and slaves flowed into the middle sea. On a day like today in the
warm sunshine with a gentle breeze moving the silk curtains to and fro, I
thought that if there was heaven anywhere on earth then surely if was
here. The while polished marble floors were strewn with carpets, and day
beds with silk covers and cushions were laid out in the shade between the
pillars. This was as far as I had ever been, In the summer the Bey enjoyed
eating out here, and I had served him many times. But he was not here. As
we waited the Master of the Body slaves came over to us, smiled and
indicated that we should follow him around the terrace to more doors
guarded by two more soldiers. But these were not dressed as the other
palace guards. They wore short green tunics, every bit as short as the one
I had worn down to the pit and I could see the ends of their cocks hanging
down below, and apart from silver belts with small daggers in jewelled
scabbards, nothing else. As we got close I recognised Harun from the piss
party in the loo earlier in the morning. He caught my eye and winked. They
opened the door then followed us in. We took off our slippers and like them
walked barefoot across the silk carpets towards two heavy doors at the
end. There was a sound of splashing water. We were in the Bey's private
hammam. The two young soldiers directed us to the changing cubicles and
told us to quietly to strip off our uniforms and they followed suit even
leaving their daggers behind. Edem's cock was already hard, and so was the
cock of my young piss mate.

Harun relaxed and came over and kissed me. "I couldn't believe it when I
found I found you in the urinal this morning. I was looking forward to
seeing you tonight of course but fucking you twice in one day! Look",he
showed me his hard cock that was sticking out. I bent over and sucked
it. The other soldiers was sucking Edem's cock.

"It's good to meet this again," he said. "Fuck me later?"

"Twice if I can," replied Harun.

So we four, now naked, went into the hammam. As the next heavy doors parted
a gush of warm air poured out and we were greeted by a wall of music and
laughter. We had stepped into another world.