Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2018 02:13:34 +0000
From: Michael Tolliver <michaeltoliver20@gmail.com>
Subject: Hamsa of Tangier 7

Hamsa of Tangier 7

This chapter of Hamsa's tale is set on the estate of Ali, so piss is a
major part of the story. If that's your bag I hope you enjoy, and please
let me know. I love hearing from you if you have enjoyed the story. As
always Nifty needs our contributions.

The master of the household came down the steps, knelt before Ali and
kissed his hand before he stood and Ali embraced him, giving him a kiss on
each of his cheeks. Together they went up into the house and we
followed. The most surprising thing about the house master was how young he
was. I had expected I suppose, someone like the master of the Bey's palace,
elderly and rather grand. The mastership of the palace was hereditory. But
the master of Ali's estate was no more than thirty. He was as tall as Ali
and almost as good looking. I realized that he must be gay because all the
staff on the estate were gay and I had no doubt that he would be part of
the sex games on the estate. The week was looking more interesting minute
by minute.

Edem and I followed them up the steps and into the main entrance hall,
which was wide and high with a domed ceiling and surounded by a circle of
pillars. It was not as grand as the palace of course but it was far more
spledid than I had imagined. Not only was Ali an old friend and boyhood
fuck buddy of the Prince but he was obviously one of his richest
subjects. Eight of the house staff came over to us and after kissing Ali's
hand were similarly embraced by him. All were young, and I would have had
sex with any of them. Indeed I very much hoped I would have sex with all of
them, and all at once if I could choose. And their uniforms were minimal,
all were stripped to the waist, with only short skirts, and bare feet. I
wondered if they were as interested in piss as much as Ali. If they were as
interested in piss play as the bunch of his field slaves we had met in the
pit, this week was going to be one wild and wet time!

When they had finished greeting Ali he introduced them to us. We were
similarly embraced and kissed and my cock was fondled by each of them in
turn while Ali looked on approvingly. My cock was rock hard and I only
wished I was dressed like the house slaves. Ali must have read my mind.

"Hamsa, Edem, we are all tired and dirty after our journey. I suggest we
bathe and prepare ourselves for supper. Some of my staff will help you."
Two of the house slaves were asked to look after us and they led us through
the house to two rooms on the ground floor looking out onto the cloistered
inner courtyard. Our bags were were brought to us and they helped us
unpack. I was staring at the boy who was helping me. He was tall and very
dark skinned with tight black hair; he was from the far south beyond the
desert. He was muscular and I admired the muscles that shone with almost a
purple tint in the sunlight shining through the windows. He noticed
immediately and grinned widely.

"Our master has aked us to serve you in any way we can. You have only to
ask." He stood still in front of me and I could see the huge bulge where
his hard cock was pushing his skirt out.

It was my turn to smile, "Did he now? What's your name, beautiful black
boy?"

He stepped closer, "I am called Malik and you are Hamsa, His Highness's
personal fuck slave." it might have seemed rather rude but of course he
knew that I was a slave like him, and as he said the words his grin got
even wider. I stepped up to him and pulled his face down to mine so we
could kiss. His lips were soft and large, perfect for kissing. His pink
tongue snaked into my mouth and he hugged me to him. My hands wandered over
his smooth muscles feeling them tense up. I slid them down the sides of his
body, then reached up under the skirt to feel his cock. It was quite long,
but its thinkness was what astonished me. It was every bit as fat as Edem's
may be more so, I was going to love having this thing in my arse. And he
was just as eager. He pulled away from me and unhitched his skirt. Now I
could see all of him. His long fat cock was hard and pointing upwards as
far as his navel. It was coal black. I was mesmerized. I desperately wanted
him to fuck me but first I had to have it in my mouth. The slightly lighter
pink head was glistening with precum and he looked almot ready to cum
now. I knelt down and he put his thumb in my mouth and held it open as he
pushed his cock home. I couldn't deep throut it, though shit knows I tried;
I gave all I had. I had barely sucked for five minutes before I could feel
the tell tale signs that he was about to cum. Now, anyone who has read my
stories knows I am a greedy cum whore, but I had hoped that before he came
he would have fucked my arse. He held my head in place as he fucked my
mouth, I felt his cock twitch and my mouth was filled by a fountain of
cum. I almost choked. As soon as he had finished he bent down to kiss me
and share his load. I had swallowed most of it but there was enough still
in my mouth to satisfy him. He pulled me up, still grinning.

"Did you like Malik's cum, royal slut boy?"

"No," I said, "I LOVED Malik's cum and I want a lot more of it, in my mouth
and in my arse."

For answer he pushed me backwards till I fell back on the bed with him on
top. "Malik wants his cum in your boy cunt too."

I realized that though he had just cum his cock was as hard as ever. He
raised himself up from me, pulled me closer to him and lifted my legs up
and apart so my arse was in front of his face. He spat on it and dived in
to rim me deeply. I automatically relaxed and his long tonge slipped
inside.

"I can taste cum in here," and went back eagerly to rimming me.

"Of course, there is always cum in my cunt," I said with a chuckle, morning
noon and night there is always cum in my cunt. Enjoy."

And enjoy it he clearly did. I tried to remember how many loads there were
already in there, the two soldiers of course but there must have been some
from the gangbang as well. He had a quite a feast to enjoy, and I heard him
slobbering over it appreciatively. He stopped rimming me, knelt up and
putting hands down on either side of my face, he lined up his cock with my
sloopy open arse and slid his amazing coal black cock deep into my willing
cunt, hard. I felt him bottom out inside me then bending down to kiss he
started fucking my arse furiously. I cried out with the joy of it.

"Shit Malik, fuck that cunt, open it up good man. I just relaxed my arse
muscles so he had maximum easy acsess. I knew I could tighten up any time,
and make him cum, but why would I want the glorious feeling to stop? This
was the first time I had been fucked by a black boy (as least as far I
knew, who knows what colour the cocks were that had fucked me over and over
during the last night) and I wanted to make the most of it. I definitely
wanted this cock back in my cunt again before I left the estate. As he had
just cum he was in no hurry to cum again soon. He fucked me in different
positions for twenty minutes. He was verbal, calling me a whore and slut
boy, telling me my cunt was his, telling me that over the next week he was
going to fuck me over and over. His cock and his talk made me dizzy with
lust.

I loved it but secretly thought that he would have to join the queue. For
the moment however I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. Of course in the
end he started to fuck me even harder, slam fucking my arse. I guessed he
was about to cum again. I tightened up my muscles and gave his cock the
five star treatment, opening, tightening, moving my arse around a little so
his cock went in at different angles. I squeezed and pulled back sucking
him off with my arse. And he was there. I felt the pulses of his cock as he
pumped out his second load of spunk, this time deep in my arse. It was my
moment too, I had been wanking and timing my cum to match his, and shot a
fountain of cum up my chest to my chin. For a moment he stayed rigid, his
cock inside me, then closing his eyes he bent down to suck up the cum on my
chest and throat before sharing it with me in a wet sweet kiss. We were
still kissing when there was a soft knock on the door. After a moment it
opened and one of the other slaves who had greeted us in the hall came
in. He stopped for a moment looking at us, and gave a big grin.

"My master wonders if you have everything you need, but I see Malik is
fulfilling at least one of them already!" he began to laugh, "Malik
fulfills the needs of a lot of boys in the household. I've known him cum
six times a day." He paused a moment before coming closer. Like all the
slaves in the house, apart from the short skirt he was completely
naked. And his skirt was tented out impressively. I looked at him and lickd
my lips by way of invitation. He quickly came to our side. Malik's cock was
still hard and still deep in my cunt as I opened my mouth to let the new
boy push his cock inside. It was very hard, did all the boys on the estate
go around hard? I hoped so. After fucking my mouth for a couple of minutes
he pulled it out and offered it to Malik who greedily sucked it down to the
root. The boy went back and forth between us and it was Malik's mouth in
the end that he filled with his cum. He grunted as he was coming and I
could see Malik's cheaks bulging slightly but he wasn't swallowing. When
the boy had finished cuming Malik again looked down at me and opening his
mouth he showed me the rich pool of sperm that covered his tongue, then
closing his mouth he bent down and kissed me sharing the boy's huge sweet
load.

For a few moments none of us moved. Then as his cock finally went soft and
slipped out of my arse, Malik slumped down beside me. He grinned again and
kissed me warmly. I looked up at the boy and he too leaned down to share
the kiss with us.

"Our master was wondering if you needed assistance with your bath. Boys are
ready to bring hot water. I said that would be perfect. Malik and the boy
whose name I never got to know showed me the bathing area attached to my
room. There was a shallow pool like a bowlwith a plug in the middle and
latrines to one side, piles of white towels and soft bathrobes were ready
on cupboards. Everything was of the finest and most elegant.  I saw that
there was another doorway across the pool coming from the next door
room. As we entered from our side so the curtains across were pulled aside
and Edem and two other slaves came through to join us. He gave me a thumbs
up and I could see cum down the side of his chin. That seemed a waste of
good cum and when he had stepped down into the pool and had come over to me
I lost no time sucking it up.

By this time we were all naked and even though we had all just cum I still
felt horny looking at the beautiful bodies of Edem and our fellow slaves. I
especially liked looking at Malik and his glossy dark skin and large coal
black cock which was still plump and half hard. The other slaves were my
age or thereabouts and a little taller than me with better
musculature. Their chests were sharply defined, their stomachs ridged, I
guessed there were exercise facilities on the estate, and this was later
confirmed, Ali and many of the estate workers made regular use of them. I
stepped down into the dry pool and they followed. Malik stood in front of
me and the boy behind. I leaned back resting gently against his muscular
chest and he wrapped his arms around me and nibbled my left ear. Malik
stepped back a foot and looked me up and down. Then taking his cock in his
hand and holding it up he let loose a huge fountain of pale golden piss
from my face down to my half hard cock. I was momentarily so surprised that
it was a few seconds before I bent forward to catch as much in my mouth as
I could. I drank it down. The piss stopped as suddenly as it had started.

Malik laughed, "I guessed that if you were a friend of Ali, you must be
another piss freak like him!"

Edem laughed, "Piss freak! Hah, Hamsa here is the palace urinal whenever he
gets the chance."

The other slave came round to my front as well. "Yeh, we came prepared."
and with that he too let loose with another piss stream. I immediately
knelt down in front of him and took his pissing cock in my mouth drinking
down his sweet offering. He must have pissed for half a minute and I
struggled to swallow it all, before he transfered the stream to Malik who
drank it just as geedily as I had been doing. Malik and I kissed and the
boy continued to piss over our faces and into our mouths. Edem was drinking
piss from the two boys who had come in with me. Both of us were on our
knees and every chance we got we kissed sharing the pools of piss in our
mouths.

At that moment three other house slaves arrived with jars of water. When
they saw what was going on they quickly put down the water jars and joined
us in the hitherto dry pool through there was now a shallow pool of piss
where we were standing. They were soon naked. I hardly had time to admire
their bodies before they had joined in the piss shower, both giving and
receiving. I was down on my knees drinking first from one then from another
of the streams that played over our bodies. I had already known from the
evening in The Pit, that Ali's field slaves enjoyed piss as much as their
master, I suppose it should have come as no surprise that the house slaves
would also have been into it as well. After ten minutes of steady drinking
and feeding, when in particular Malik had drunk me dry, the piss finally
ran out. I sat back in the shallow pool of piss and looked up at my piss
partners with a huge grin on my face and a very hard cock. I leaned back
into the pool and turning sideways swallowed two huge mouthfuls before
siting up again with a very happy grin.

One of the new boys saw my cock and smiled back, waving his own hard cock
in my direction. By answer I opened my mouth and he quickly pushed his cock
inside. I sucked hard, slobbering over the piss wet head; it didn't take
long for me to get another mouthful of sweet cock juice. Malik was being
fucked by another and was clearly loving it judging by his groans. Another
came over to where I was kneeling ready to take his companion's place. And
so I went straight to sucking his cock. This was the life! Three down, 197
to go.

When everybody had cum. The three boys once again turned to the task which
had brought them here, they opened the drain in the pool and I watched
sadly as the piss began slowly to run away. I had to have one last mouthful
and stepped back into the pool, lay down and rolled over finishing on my
front and drinking as much as I could.

The new boys picked up their jars of now rather cool water. With sponges
they washed us and themselves down. Then, going to the pile of soft white
towels we dried ourselves off. They had also brought clean clothes for Edem
and me. Though clothes was a bit of an exageration, for they only consisted
of a very short dark blue silk tunic which went over one shoulder, leaving
the right side of our chests bare, and was hardly long enough to cover our
arses and cocks. Actually it was no way long enough to cover Edem's cock
which was completely on display. He had no problem with that of course and
was still half hard. They were tied around our wastes with pale green silk
sashes. There were no sandles. The other slaves put on their own short
skirts and we went from the pool area to meet Ali for dinner.

Ali was lying on a couch surrounded by about twenty house slaves, naked
except for a short skirt similar those of his slaves. It was obviously the
estate uniform. I'm not sure why they bothered, though there is something
sexy about near but not total nudity. "Welcome to dinner, I hope you're
hungry and I hope my boys have been good to you."

"They've been great. We've been fucked we've swallowed cum from most of
them and we've drunk a barrel if piss." said Edem.

"And I've been fucked by my first black cock."

Ali smiled, then said, "Now there was something I was going to say to you,
Oh yes, I have heard from some of my boys, Mut and Marcus and their gang,
who hope you two will visit the bunkhouse one night. His exact words were,
'The cunts took five of us on, let's see if how they cope with fifty.' How
do you think you will cope with fifty? My guess is that you will do just
fine. I hope you'll be thirsty."

"Well, we're not thirsty this moment. Are all your slaves piss freaks too?"

Ali thought for a moment, then said, "Yes." We laughed and Ali joined in.

"When I was a boy," he said, "younger even than you two, maybe fifteen, I
used to go to the guard's quarters of the Sultan's palace. I liked their
company, but actually of course I went because I loved looking at their
bodies and they often walked about naked so I got to see dozens of
cocks. For a year I had been having sex with His Highness. It was pretty
soft stuff, wanking and a bit of sucking. Of course the soldiers saw me
looking, and guessed what I wanted, even before I asked. Things came to a
head, as it were," he said with a smile, "one day, when a young soldier who
I especially looked forward to seeing, boldly took his cock in hand in
front of me, looked at me hard and then down at his cock smiling. I was
mesmerized and stared at it too. He walked up to me, put his hand gently on
the back of my head and encouraged me to lean forward until his now fairly
hard cock was a finger width from my face. He pushed the wet shiny nob
against my lips and almost automatically I opened my mouth and sucked it
in. It was the most exciting moment of my life so far. I was sucking the
cock of the man who had fueled a hundred masterbatory fantacies. I could
hardly believe it. I was very enthusiastic though not I suspect very
skilled, I kept choking trying to swallow too much at once. But however
poor my efforts he was no doubt turned on by having a young cute boy
worshipping his cock, that it wasn't more than ten minutes into the suck
before he began to show what I was to learn were the tell tale signs of
cumming. He speeded up the mouth fuck, he held my head in place with his
hands, grunted, and filled my mouth with is first ever load of cum. I was
barely able to swallow fast enough, and some dribbled out of my mouth and
down my chin. I was amazed and so turned on that I came in my pants without
even touching myself.

He put a finger under my chin, encouraging me to stand up. Them smiling
leaned forward, first sucking up his cum from my face and kissing me
warmly. "Now you're a man." he said simply, and moved away to go to the
washing area. I stood there not knowing what to do but he turned, and
motioned with his head for me to follow. I went into the steamy atmosphere
for the first time and found I was surrounded by naked sweaty soldiers, who
rapidly stripped me of my clothes so I was as naked as they were. I was
groped, fondled and stroked as I was passed first to one then another. To
my surprise I could see other sex going on. Other soldiers were being
fucked or sucking others off. For me more cocks were offered and I knelt
down to get easier access. I sucked cock after cock, within twenty minutes
I got my second mouthful of spunk, with in an hour I had lost count. It
changed my life, I was a complete cum whore. Ater that day I went back
almost every day. I was part of their morning routine. Strip, wash, get
sucked off. There were a hundred soldiers in this barracks. And I joined
the small group of fuck whores among the soldiers. There wasn't time each
morning to suck them all off, but each week I sucked everybody off at least
once. I couldn't get enough cum.

Of course inevitably after a couple of weeks or so, one of the soldiers
started playing with my arse. Just gently, they were never rough, fingering
my hole, I loved the sensation and relaxed, the finger slid in without
resistance. Realizing that I was ready he slid in another and then a
third. I must have groaned because he immediately toook his fingers out
spat on them and once again pushed them inside wetting my arse, before
replacing them with his cock. At first it hurt and I tensed up but he just
gently stroked my chest, rubbing my nipples and after a moment continued to
push his cock into my arse. Almost immediately the pain turned to
pleasure. I know now he was rubbing my prostate, but then I couldn't
believe the rush of pleasure I got. I pressed back to get his cock as far
in as possible; then slowly he began to fuck me. This was in the middle of
the baths so there were dozens of other soldiers watching us. Within less
than a minute one of them pushed his cock into my mouth. The ultimate joy,
it seemed to me at the time, to take cock at both ends. I suppose I got
fucked by and sucked off another ten soldiers at each end before the bell
for duty rang out, and the soldiers left to get dressed for the morning
parade. I was left with an arse leaking cum down my legs and a throat slimy
with cum and I was exstatic!

"How did you get into piss?" asked Edem.

"One morning about a month later, I had just taken on a bunch of guys when
I realized I needed to piss badly so I went over to join a line of men at
the long trough at one end of the washing area. I watched the boys on
either side pissing into the pool and this of course didn't go unnoticed
either. The one on my left swung his cock around so an ark of piss almost
splashed me. When he saw I didn't move, the next ark splashed my leg. I
turned to face him and he sent a plume of piss all down my body from my
face to my by now, very hard cock.

"Hey boys," he said, "We knew we had a cum slut on our hands. It seems we
might have a piss slut as well! Is that right Ali, you into hot piss too as
well and sucking and being fucked?"

I grinned, "I guess so." I answered.

"Well kneel down then boy, so we can introduce you properly." I didn't need
asking twice. And immediately he pissed over my head and down over face. I
could taste it on my lips and loved it strait away. I opened my mouth wide
so he could piss right in and I swallowed frantically. A couple of other
soldiers coming in to piss saw what was happening and joined in. While I
was still drinking from the first soldier two other streams played over my
head and body. I turned so I could drink from their cocks too. I was
soaked. When he ran out of piss the first soldier knelt down with me and
drank piss from the others, occasionally piss kissing me.

"Oh yes, a piss slut is born," and making his point he pushed my face into
the warm pool of piss in front of us. My head sank right in. I was playing
with my cock and as my face came out of the pool I came for the third time
that morning. Piss streamed down my face and back, from my soaking hair. A
cheer and a round of applause greeted me as I looked around laughing and
spluttering. So I got dunked again.

It became a regular part of the morning ritual, I'd swallow as much cum as
I could get, get gang banged, then drink piss till my belly was so full
that I couldn't drink any more.

I had to tell the Prince of course about what had been happening. Piss was
a new idea for him but he was immediately turned on. He wanted to know why
I had kept quiet about the visits to the barracks, and then demanded I
pissed on him. He didn't wait to be encouraged but immediately took my
pissing cock in his mouth and drank me dry.

So now you you know how it began."

"Did the Prince join you in your visits to the barracks?" I asked.

"Of course; the very next day. We were a bit worried he might be
recognized, gang fucking the Sultan's nephew might not be such a smart move
but no one did, and he sucked off and got fucked by as many of the soldiers
as I. And he visited the latrine with me. The hotest moment was being
pissed on while we were kissing. We became a regular team and it was one of
the best times of my life. Word about us got round and I noticed a few new
soldiers appearing. They had come from the barracks next door. Our
potential sex partners now grew to two hundred.

Over the next two years we took them all on. On one visit we were invited
to visit the other barracks. I think by this time they realized who he was,
but as nothing had happened they saw no reason to stop the fucking. We were
introduced to the new batch of soldiers who greeted us warmly and passed us
around. We got groped, kissed fondled and of course, fucked. They had been
expecting us and had set up fuck benches. There were several benches in the
changing area covered in towels. We were ushered over to them and asked to
lie down on out front with our asses in the air, and the fucking continued
for the next three hours. We got a steady flow of cocks in our arses and
mouths. I was fucked thirty five times, yes I really did count them, that
first morning, and sucked off as many others. Occasionally one of the
soldies would squat down behind us and suck out the cum that pouring out of
our cunts. Not all the soldiers were on early duty and soldiers coming in
from night duty took over from the others who had left.

When eventually the fucking paused for a moment I got up, a bit stiff and
with a very sore but happy arse. I staggered over to the latrine to
piss. Our reputation as the soldiers' urinal ensured that once again we
were on our knees drinking from a steady queue of soldiers. This time I
didn't need to be dunked in the overflowing trough. I went there myself and
buried my face and head in the warm steaming pool gulping it down. One of
the soldiers brought over a big water bottle, filled it with piss from the
trough and laughing gave it to me to drink. I was in fuck shit heaven. I
held it high before pouring it into my mouth so everyone could see me
gulping it down. Before I had quite finished he took back the bottle and
after toasting me, drank the rest himself.

Life was sweet and uncomplicated. We ate, we played, we slept, we drank
piss and cum and we got fucked. His Highness has a very big cock, well so
do I for that matter." He added with a chuckle. "As we grew older the
soldiers saw it and some of them wanted to be fucked as much as fuck. His
Highness was the first to reverse the roles. But I followed after. Fuck and
be fucked. Suck and be sucked. Drink piss and feed it to other thirsty
sluts.

And then, when I was eighteen, my family wanted me to get married; it was
the done thing. But done or not it was never going to happen! When His
Highness joined his father to come here I became part of his suite. Family
money came my way and I bought this estate. This is my little kingdom where
I make the rules. His Highness' father died and he became Bey in his
place. It is a perfect arrangement. He smiled warmly. We are going to give
you a very good week, we will fill you with cum at both ends and you can
drown in piss."

At that moment Malik arrived, I looked again at his gleaming dark skin. He
was again wearng the standard short skirt and his his cock hung down
beneath it. "Malik!" said Ali, "I hear you have been treating our guests
well."

Malik gave a very dirty chuckle, "They're almost as greedy a couple of piss
sluts as you are Sir." then looking at me, he said, "golden boy in every
sense."

"You are indeed the golden boy Hamsa, you and Edem make a good couple. Two
of the most beautiful boys of the empire here with us." and addressing the
room, "What shall we do with them guys."

"Fuck them!" came the united reply.

"Hamsa, we have prepared a little treat for you, well, you and Edem." One
of the house slaves came over to us baring a large glass wine cup. He
passed it first to me and I saw that it was filled to the brim with cum. It
hadn't been stired so the different colours and thinknesses of the dozens
of cum loads were clearly visible.

"We asked the household to contribute a welcome taste of the delights of
the estate. I hope you both enjoy. I took the cup greadily and holding it
in two hands took a first huge gulp. I would have drained it hadn't Edem
grabbed it so he could have his full share. After the first greedy
mouthfuls we swallowed less each time. We savoured the taste, took sips
rolling the sweet cum around in our mouths before we swallowed it, wanting
to make if last. But all too soon, after about five minutes, the glass was
drained. A huge cheer and much clapping greeted our final
swallows. "Welcome to 'Ardu Almiead.', welcome to our 'promised land'.

Ali looked up and clapped his hands. Four young musicians came into the
room, sat down and began to play and sing songs from Al Andaluz. Wine and
food were brought round and the company got increasingly relaxed and
familiar. Three young slaves about the age of Edem and me brought a trolley
of roasted meats to Ali, two of them had hard cocks pushing out and up from
beneath their skirts. Ali sucked each of their cocks in turn, deep
throating them with ease. After just a few minutes each boy in turn came
noisily into Ali's mouth, who opened his mouth wide so that we could all
see the pool of sperm inside before he swallowed it down. Only then did he
take what he wanted from the trolley.

Drinking the glass of cum had got me feeling so horny I could barely see
straight. I had to have cock, preferably in my arse. I bent over to suck
Edem's huge boner deliberately pushing my arse into the air. I wasn't
disappointed. Within a minute Tarik had seized the opportunity to shove his
coal back cock into my hole again. He fucked hard and fast, this trully was
the promised land, a land full of cocks and running with honeyed piss and
creamy cum.

It was a curious dinner, we alternated eating food and sucking cock and
eating cum. Sex went on all over the room. Periodically one of the slaves
would come over and finger Edem's or my arse, we would shift so that access
was easy and we would be fucked. I wondered if this was what hapened at
every dinner or was it just because we had arrived. It certainly happened
during every dinner of our stay. Ali was insatiable. Life on the estate was
a constant round of sex; he loved cock and took it or gave at every
opportunity he got, and with a slave population on the estate of over two
hundred all of whom were available, that was pretty much all the
time. Dinner went on far into the night, that at least was not usual and
was to do with our arrival. At the end Ali called a halt.

"Funnel time!"

We were intrigued, knowing looks went around the slaves near us. A large
curious bowl-like object was brought out from behind Ali's lounger. It was
round and shaped like an inverted pyramid, but instead of a base a narrow
tube perhaps the width of a man's finger was attached to the end. There was
a quiet air of expectation in the room. Talking had dropped to a low
murmur.

Turning to us Ali said, "THis is a little game we sometimes play, and with
two such insatiable piss sluts as you visiting the estate we had to
arrainge it for this evening.  In Egypt there is a game played by young men
to see who can drink the most beer at one time. I had a few cups like this
made so we could play the game here. But we changed the rules a bit." This
was greeted with grins and a few chuckles. "Hey Malik, come over here and
show the boys how we do it."

Immediately Malik went over to stand by Ali who held the cup over his face
with the small clay spout a couple of finger widths above his
mouth. Immediately Malik pissed into the bowl and then it ran out into
Ali's mouth. He swallowed greedily. A second, then a third slave got up and
went over to Ali and also pissed into the bowl. A cascade of piss filled
Ali's mouth and despite his best efforts to drink it all, a lot ran out of
his mouth down his chin and soaked his body. His beautiful body gleamed in
the candle light with the pale golden liquid. I looked on feeling hugely
jealous. After three or four minutes the three slaves ran out of piss. Ali
brought the bowl down to his chest, licked his lips and grinned at us.

"Get the idea? If it's a real competition we block the outlet until the
bowl is full. Then the person tries to drink as much as he can."

Two more of the bowls were produced. "Come over here you two. Let's see
just how much you two sluts can actually drink. The record's held by your
friend Mut, who doesn't just spend his time swallowing cum, he like piss
almost as much." There was a burst a laughter among the other slaves around
us. "During one of our competitions Mut drank four bowls full. Even I can't
do that, though shit knows I've tried often enough."

"'Aint that the truth!" said Malik. There was more laughter, whistling and
clapping around the room, with Ali joining in.

"Which one of you is going first?" Edem was onto his feet and over to Ali's
side in an instant, he turned and grinned at me. The bowl spout was stopped
with a cork bung and several of the slaves, together with Ali himself
pissed into it. It took four boys to fill it. Edem was sitting on a
cushion. The funnel was brought over to him, and held over his head. He
leaned back and opened his mouth. When the spout was just over his mouth
the bung was removed and the pale golden piss poured out into his mouth. He
was swallowing frantically and very liitle spilled out of his mouth, but
the front of his tunic soon became dark with what did spill out. When the
bowl was empty he raised one fist in the air in triumph. I guessed he was
never going to swallow as much as Mut, at this session anyway, because we
had already drunk so much piss before the dinner started. But one bowl was
down and four more slaves came forward to fill the second. Once again as
soon as it was full the bung was removed and the piss once again poured
into his mouth. This time far more was spilling out and his cothes became
soaked. Finally the last of the piss was spilled over his head. He had
drunk as much as he could. He still got a cheer and Ali pulled him up into
a wet pissy kiss. Ali licked up the piss that was running down Edem's face
from his piss soaked hair plastered down on his head. Edem gave me a rueful
shrug and roll of his eyes, as if to say I did my best. I realised when it
was my time to go up that I needed to piss badly myself. So when the bowl,
with the stopper once again in place, was given to me I took it and was the
first to piss into it. When I was finished two other of the slaves came
over together with two of the guards. They weren't proper soldiers of
course, but they looked the part and squaddie piss is the best kind. The
scene was repeated , when the bowl was full it was brought over to my mouth
and it was my turn to drink the piss that poured out from the spout into my
mouth. Drinking the first one was easy and as Edem had done I hardly spilt
any. The second bowl was a bit more of a challenge, but I managed it. By
the end of that bowl the slaves had gathered round to watch and a slow
chant began. "Drink, drink, drink!"

And drink I did, to the last drop. But I knew I was never going to beat
Mut's record and less than half way through the third bowl I gave up,
laughing and spluttering as the piss cascaded over my head and face. The
slave holding the bowl covered the spout with his finger then brought it up
to his own mouth and drank the rest. A cheer went up from everyone there.

"You did well, both of you," said Ali, "very few of us have ever managed to
drink more than two bowls of piss. The best I managed was three and I had
purposely waited until I was really thirsty before it began."

Other slaves volunteered to try, I suspect just because they just wanted
the opportunity to drink the piss too. But none of them finished more than
one bowl, but they still looked very happy at the end. Well, who wouldn't
look pleased after getting to drink a big bowl of piss from your mates? A
few slaves from the back brought over a cup of piss they had produced and
handed it to Ali who after toasting everyone in the room, drank it down
thankfully, in one go.

The dinner broke up soon after that. Ali left with a couple of the slaves
and we too returned to our room guided by Malik. I had already been fucked
twice by that wonderful coal black cock and I really thought it should be
Malik's turn. During the night I heard him cry out as I guessed Malik was
working his magic on Edem's arse and I smiled to my self before drifing off
to sleep again. Just as dawn was filtering through the shutters of my
window I felt someone getting into bed with me. A warm muscular arm reached
out and pulled me back to him. I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth, then felt
the hard cock pressed against my arse. I shifted slightly and the cock slid
into my tight boy cunt. I could see from the arm around me that it was
Malik once again. In that moment I knew I was the luckiest boy alive.

I snuggled down still wrapped tightly in Malik's arms and thought excitedly
over the next week's events especially the visit to the bunk house.