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Please read these before | | proceeding below. | |_____________________________________________| ---------------------------------------------------- | No Copyright: I, the creator of this work, hereby | | release it into the public domain. This applies | | worldwide. Further, I grant any entity the right | | to use this work for any purpose, without any | | conditions. Distribute Freely. | |___________________________________________________| Title: The Shudra Havildar in the Gullee Author: Meerza Qadir Qasim Gangastani "Gora Gandoo" (Fair Faggot) Codes: mmsm, qoon, shudra One day I was returning home from a dost's (friend's) mahal (house) late in the evening. Suddenly I heard a deep and masculine voice tell me to stop. I looked back and my heart sank when I saw that it was a massively strong Kala Shudra havildar (black Shudra police-man). The Islamic administration preferred he black-skinned Shudra and Hubshee (Ethiopian) males as havildars, as they were very frighteningly muscular and none of the Shahr people would dare to question these terrifying Kala muscle-men. Even the most rebellious of Shahrs became law-abiding when a group of these Kalas were imported as havildars from Gondwana or the Dravidian lands. One of these Shudras could easily defeat five Aryan fighters. He asked me my name. "Fazl Ali," I replied. I was terrified of the scary Shudra Havildar. "What your father does ?" he asked. "Huzoor, he is a munshi (accountant)," I replied. "Why you walking around here ? You some dakku (robber) ?" he asked. "No, Huzoor. I had just gone to my dost," I replied. "Liar! My Kotwal (chief police officer) told us that some thiefs will come here, to make some robbery," he barked. "No, Huzoor, I am no robber," I said. "I am from this mohalla only." "Turn around and put your hands up," he ordered. I did as he said and he searched my clothes for any hidden weapons. He found none. Aggressively he grasped my face with one of his hands and pushed my head backwards. It seemed like he was angry at not finding anything. "Huzoor (Sir), I did not do anything wrong," I whined. "Please, I am not a robber." "Shut your Zaban, Haramzada," he said. With that he slapped me across my face. I dropped to my knees. "Please, do not hit me," I begged as I held my stinging cheek. I dreaded being beaten by this aggressive Shudra Havildar. Roughly, he pulled me up and made me turn around. He tied some Bengal jute rope around my hands and then dragged me along the rasta (road) in our mohalla. I realized in shock that he might be taking me to the band-khana (prison). My parents would be very angry if they heard I was in the band-khana. "Please do not take me to the band-khana," I pleaded repeatedly. "Shut up, Safedoo (whitey)!" he barked when he became tired of my begging. Then he turned to one of the narrow winding gullee and pulled me as he went. I felt so scared as he was taking me to a new place. Finally, we reached the end of a gullee. He opened the ropes and freed my hands. Roughly he pushed me to the wall which closed the narrow winding gulley. "Take off your sherwani," he ordered. Meekly I pulled the purple sherwani over my head and tossed it aside. With my upper body uncovered, I felt even more inferior to him. My upper body was fair and effeminate, while his was black and masculine. "Now you Haramzada, you are going to feel it," he hissed. Turning me around, he pushed both my hands to my back and again tied them up with the thick Bengali Jute rope. Helpless, I watched as he then , from behind, grasped the trouser-string of my pyjamas and quickly pulled them down. I felt his rough black hands touch my fair Muslim buttocks and then he roughly turned me around. I saw him look at my small pink boyish genitals. Then he punched me in my stomach and I fell to the floor. "Please, Huzoor, no ..." I whined as I grasped my stomach. I was so frightened. The Shudra Havildar stood, towering over me. "Madar-bokka (mother-fucker), qadam bos (kiss my feet)," he ordered. The Shudras used to mostly walk barefoot on the rasta, and it was said that they were able to do so as their skin was rougher and thicker than that of the Aryan races. I had never done anything like this for anybody, but due to my fear I bent down and then kissed his large black feet. "Now, open my lungi with your Haramzada teeth," he hissed. I was shocked. Never did I have to do any such thing. I went to my knees and pushed my face into the Kala Havildar's groin. Grasping the side of his lungi with my teeth, I opened it, and his private parts appeared. Ya Allah! That Shudra Havildar had the biggest male genitals I had ever seen. The oversized Kala Shudra male organs looked more like those of a Dravidian buffalo or Telingana Bull than a man. A thick black foreskin hung over the oversized Dravidian Kinaaf (glans). In fright, and as if accepting its own inferiority, my own short pink Aryan Doodool shrank up, shrivelling up to a tiny coin-sized shape. At the same time, my Khags (testicles) contracted back into my scrotum, which in turn shrank back into my body. Soon, my emasculated Aryan genitals had diminished to the puny size of three small grapes. "Haha," he laughed. "I know you dumb Mozoo boy wish you had one of these Shudra weapons instead of your little Safedoo Toy !" "Don't you wish you had one of these ?" he roughly repeated his question when I just remained silent. "Yes, Huzoor," I replied. "I wish I had one of those." Laughing, he then stood over me, one foot on either side of my face. Kneeling, he placed his buttocks just over my face so that I could see his muscular black Nabur (arse) and his puckered black anus. "Now, Safedoo Gandoo, stick our your Zaban," he said. I hesitated a short while, astonished, as I had never done such a thing. Then he quickly repeated his order, "Do it Safedoo! Stick it out far!" Meekly I stuck our my Zaban. Then he sat on my mouth and pushed his anus onto my Zaban. "Now, chuso my Koon, you Safed Haramzada !" he barked. I chusoed his Koon because I was so scared. After a while he raised himself up again, spread his buttocks a bit more to expose more of his Koon (anus), and then settled down on my Zaban again. This time my Zaban went deeper into his Dravidian Gand (anus) because he had spread his Gumbad (buttock) cheeks. Then he pushed his Nabur up and down my face, so that my Zaban traced up and down his anal crack, cleaning it and licking up the musky Dravidian oils. Once I was done cleaning his Dravidian anus, he made me sit on my knees and forced me to chuso his huge Kala Shudra Nara (black Shudra penis). I felt so worthless as I licked the long and Kala Havildar Zubb. When his Dravidian Zubb was fully erect, it was a full one foot long, three times longer than my own boyish pink Aryan Musulman Doodool. It was also much thicker and stronger than mine. With my hands tied behind my back, he then made me stand up, and bend forward, facing the wall of the bun-bast. In this position, he pushed his huge Kala Shudra Nara up my tight Safed Aryan Koon and made me a Koonee (faggot). I felt like I was being split open, but the rough Shudra Havildar persisted. Finally, after a long series of powerful Malabari thrusts, he ejaculated inside my Koon. "Now, go back to your own home," he hissed. "If I see you again today, I take you to the band-khana." "Thank you, Huzoor," I replied. I was grateful that he did not take me to the band-khana, where I would have to explain so much to my parents. But the price I paid was high. I had become a Koonee. Then he left me there. I dressed, and then walked back to my home. It was difficult to find my way back, as he had left me in a strange alley, and my buttocks pained. Yet, I did make it home. Out of shame, I never dared tell anybody what that Shudra Havildar did to me that night. And I feel so worthless and inferior after that day. It is especially mortifying for me that I feel so small and concious about my penis size, for it was so much smaller and inferior to that Shudra Havildar's enormous Kala Zubb. But there is nothing I can do. The End