Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 12:55:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: hammam 11

 Hans and Patrick were relieved of their hoods and brought to Redouane.

You Patrick, you will stay for sometime with me at the adjacent room here.
It was the room where Rashid's father had been raped by the stallion.

-You Hans will be tied up in my video room. Until later orders, both of you
will not meet anymore and neither will you have contact with other
boys. Now move them Nabil.

The boys disappeared with him.

What can I do with this Hans, this overripe Dutch athlete? Wax his legs and
arse hole, give him a hormone cure of Estrogen or simply sell him to a gay
sheik in the UEA?  They'd love him there, god they would fuck him
twenty-four hours on twenty-four hours like they do with the Indian and
Philippino guest laborers.  But somehow, I want to do something special
with him. Have him suck a donkey or a bull or something like that, break
his will and mind. It needs to be done; he is still far too arrogant, for
he knows no master, Patrick, is another case, I like his tight ass and
feminine look. Maybe turn him into a transvestite for Hassan II 's son. I
have to groom this guy too, though still at Oxford, he could be a future
customer after his dad passes away.  Nabil came in.

-Job done, sir.  -Ok, and then bring Mimoun over to me. Redouane told
Allal.  -Mimoun sir? The one that got...  -Yes, now no more questions.

Nabil went and came back as fast as he could with the requested boy.

What should I do with him? Redouane thought. He is so witty and handsome
and cute. I feel sick jus tot think of the decision I have to take, There
aren't' many choices. If I let him go, everyone will find out. He is the
youngest o the stable.  If I ever get to find out who infected him, I'll
cut his balls off.

Mimoun walked in. He was five years old and ran to Redouane, visibly
excited.  -Uncle, uncle, he cried, his balls jiggling. He was ever so
delicate, really well trained. His mother had brought him when he was only
two. He'd been through all the stages of initiation a man can think of. He
had served Ghadafi well for a few years; he'd stayed for months at the
Shah's finest palaces. They had treated him as their own. How had it gone
wrong?

-His eyes went wet with sorrow when he thought about it.

-Why you cry uncle?  -Nothing, my son. How are you? You still enjoy the
desert room?  -Yes, but I miss being here with you.  -I am very busy, you
see and I have many boys to take care off, but I haven't forgotten about
you.  -Neither have I, the boy said and while he said this he had his tiny
hand up Redouane's face, caressing his brow and down to his cheeks and
chin. The boy's little prick was growing. Redouane noticed this.

-You are always ready aren't' you my dear?  -Always, Mimoun whispered and
pushed his little body into his lap.  -Mimoun, what do you want: A short
time with me? Didn't you enjoy me fucking this roumi on the cross?  -That
blond one with the big balls?  -Yes.  -Oh I really liked it very much. But
I also I like this small boys who fight amongst each other.  -They fight?
-Yes, the red haired one always picks on the blond one together with that
Sonny.  -One day I will fuck him too.  -You will?  -MMMMh, sure.

That's what I was afraid of, Redouane thought.

-Ok, come on the bed then.  Redouane took his precautions and went for some
rubbers in his drawer.  His cock shone like a chandelier totally enveloped
by the latex.  Mimoun said: -Your cock looks more beautiful like that,
uncle.  -Yes, I know, now move forward so I can see your little hole there.
Mimoun, jeered.  -Yes, we are going to do it, I show you I can take it all,
that I am the best of the stable.  Redouane got a lump in his throat
hearing this. He got in like cutting through butter. The boy prostrated
with his head facing the door of the room. His butt upward and moving with
Redouane's hip shoves.  Redouane had to be careful, not to go to deep,
after all he was only five and his anus not too long in size.  It took
longer with a rubber, but so much the longer he could enjoy this ride.
 Finally he came, with hefty shakings and lusty grimacing over his
face. The boy sat there stuck on his tool as if he had been born with it.
No pain, not hurting, just a horny grin that made him straightaway look ten
years older.

-You've come, uncle? I am still the best, huh.  -Yes, you are my
sweetheart; my favorite boy, he lied.  -Give me the rubber uncle I'll lick
it clean.

He pulled it inside out and lapped it up like a thirsty kitten.

-Tasty, he said, now let me take care of your holy pride, uncle.  -That's
how he called all the cocks: Holy pride. And he'd many of those up his
little arsy.

Redouane let him lick his cock clean; there was no way he'd get Aids from
this boy by allowing this. God let him have his last licks and have it over
with. He thought.  Redouane moaned with the angel tongue piercing through
the slit of his rubbery glans.  He was the most sought after for
sucking. Some wanted him only for this.  He nearly came again. Redouane
leaned back, his shoulders high, Mimoun slipped his wet tongue in and out
like a human drill, nestled it around the glans and sucked it up and down.
Two big splashes of cum oozed in to the boy's throat. He swallowed it with
pride, and said: thank you uncle.  Redouane made him stand up and said: I
love you. Tonight we will leave for a long holiday. Now you must rest and
drink something.

-Ok, Mimoun cheered.

He rang the bell.

-Bring him something to drink.

Mimoun emptied the bottle of coca-cola with great appetite. Not very much
later, the boy fell asleep.

-He is gone for some time, Redouane thought.

He sat there silently, no more talking for hours. When the night came, he
took the body and brought it into the water rooms. Everyone was asleep. The
little boys had been brought to the desert room after Mimoun had come over
to Redouane's.

-The only witness of having him with me is Nabil, Redouane thought. I can
handle him too.  He walked nearly on his toes toward the glass cage at the
back of the pools.

Tears were rolling down his face as he opened up the glass door and pushed
the body in there.

The beast stuck out its tongue and sensed the body heat of it 's prey.

-Goodbye sweetie, this is the best solution for all of us.

 The anaconda slowly moved its body toward Mimoun and slowly but steadily
wrapped her body around the kid, crushing his bones. Redouane couldn't bear
it, turned around and walked away. He hated this beast but it left no
traces and it went dead silent unnoticed. The boys knew nothing else than
that he had been sold to the UEA.

Soon the body disappeared in the python's stomach. It could live on it for
a few weeks.  Mimoun, Redouane's first aids victim had been swept away from
the face of the earth.