Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 16:48:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hammam 6: Gunnar's fate.

Gunnar was shivering with cold, his body was tired. He'd been in here how
many days? He couldn't remember. The only thing he could remember, were the
sounds the boys made ,everytime the door opened or closed with a bang.
Blindfolded he still was, lying on his back or rather hanging as the the
back of bed he was on hadn't been put back in place. Next to him he sensed
there was someone else, but the person couldn't speak as he was gagged,
this he could make out. Who was it? How many boys were here? And for how
long? The urine mixed with honey was getting very crusty on his skin, he
hadn't bathed for ages. The cover of silk over his body felt smooth, he
loved the feel of it, but it didn't keep him warm at night. Fortunately
there wasn't a mosquito around to tease him. He sighed. He heard another
sigh, one, two or three times his sighing was repeated. It went louder and
louder, he couldn't bare it any longer. Slut du djeblar ( stop it you
devil), he yelled into the jet black atmosphere. The only answer that came
back was that of sniggering, like wild monkeys in a tree.

Nabil and Allal sat at the dining room with Redouane, who obviously drunk,
had fallen asleep flat out in the cushions. The wine had done him good and
the recent days of conquest had seemingly consumed all of his energy. Allal
didn't wait until he started snoring.

-Quick, Nabil, take the keys, they're up for grabs, look.! He whispered.

-We are not going to run Allal, you know we are getting nowhere. We have
tried it before and look where we are now.

-I never meant to run, our life isn't that bad here. Just take the keys and
let's have a bit of a fun around here while he's 'gone'. He won't wake up
'till tomorrow, you know that. He spilt all his juices, had a good meal and
wine. He's dead tired. Let's borrow our keys for an hour and set ourselves
free within the house?

-What about Rashid?

He is roaming for tourists in the medinah, he won't be back that soon, Inch
Allah (if God wishes).

Nabil sneaked up to Redouane's crotch, where a small pouch half open, with
the keys inside, was losely hanging from his waist.

-Got them!

-Come on then, let's leave him here and no noise, ok?

Nabil was very handsome, black as ebony with dark brown eyes. His back was
muscular but slender and smooth. The sexy string seemed to be a natural
part of his body. The oval cheeks reflected the dim light of the
chandeleers.

Allal, was not that black as Nabil and smaller, but he was faster in
movements and extremely agile. He had long slim fingers, which came in use
now for the unlocking of the padlocks of both of them.

Outside at the patio under the palm trees, they slowly pulled out the
screwlike dildoes both of them had up their butts. The only time thye
couuld take them out was when they had to use the bathroom, under
supervision of Redouane. Rashid's dildo had been in only for one day and
unlike what Rashid thought, it would not be the last time he would have to
sit on one, again for some time.

-So, what's up? What's your plan?

-Listen, Nabil, I have set my eyes on this Roumi Viking. You know that
Redouane has plans with him. He told us various times not to touch him,
because he is his. Now a few days ago he screwed him in front of me, you
hear, and I couldn't do a thing. The only thing I was allowed was to open
his cheeks wide open for the Master to enter. I nearly burned his soft thin
ass hair with my lighter and nearly cut him up. But the sight of that pinky
rosy hole...phhww, I cannot describe for you. I must get in there. Will you
help me?

-Safi, safi.(sure, sure) and I , what do I get in there?

-Up to you, help me in screwing him and I help you in what you want, deal?

-Deal.

The door crushed the floor when it was being pushed open.

-Shhhhhh

The anklebells made their peresence known to all of the guests in there.

-Shit, I forgot these!

-Shut up...that way. Use your senses like a cat.

-He is sleeping. Give me your lighter. Look how gorgeous he is.

-He is more gorgeous here, said Nabil, who threw the satin cloth on the
floor.

-Ok, how you want him? Standing or lying? Nabil asked.

-I think we can turn the bed with him facing the floor. I will crawl over
him and you can do your bit, lying on your back on the floor.

-Great, go ahead, push the button there.

The bed slowly got into vertical position, by the time it was standing
perpendicular on the floor, Gunnar had woken up, of course.

-Gag him, quick, we forgot that.

Nabil rushed outside the room and came back like lightening with a mouth
piece that he once had used in his earlier days to please Redouane.

-Tie it real well, he shouldn't be able to say a word.

Gunnar fiercely shook his head and sort of coughed when the big straw ball
got pushed into his trap.

-Good, now push the left button so that it will continue another ninety
degrees.

The bed was croaking when it came down the other side.

Gunnar's own body was weighing down making his back hollow.

Allal stepped into the metal frame positioning himself between Gunnar's
thighs.

-Come over here and shine over his butt when I pull his cheeks open.

Nabil did what he was told. Allal sat on his knees, his own balls were
pushed together in his crotch making his cock stand up taller. Then he
planted his fingers smack in the middle of the crack and pulling hard at
his glutons. Gunnar shook his head again.

-Shine here, closer, I want to see that rosy entrail of his.

-Yeah, mmmh, that's it. Look what a treasure our friend offer us. This is
the road to a Norwegian Mekka, I think.

Allal and Nabil laughed heartily, forgetting about Redouane.

-Let's lube it.

Allal spat a big chunk of phlegm in it, pushed the cheeks together, rubbed
Gunnar's ass firmly, opened again put a finger real deep while rubbing the
sphincter at the same time.

-Gunnar, listen you tourist zamel. You must do what I tell, ok? If not we
will burn your ass with our lighter a bit, or burn a few of those yellow
pubic hairs of yours, ok?

Now, I want you to push up your ass with all your might as if your are
pushing up your body. You can do it. You must do it while I fuck you, you
hear?

Gunnar was facing the floor without any recourse of defence or to move in a
more comfortable position. But he knew he had to obey, if not...

Gunnar was strong, he flexed his thigh mucles and like an acrobat he pushed
his butt against Allal's cut dick.

-Good, zouin, zouin.(beautiful)

Allal brought the tip of his cock inch by inch into the right position,
Gunnar's cock was hanging flacidly from his groin as if it were another
piece of anatomy, which didn't belong to him.

-Let's piss first, Allal said.

What he did. A yellow stream of liquid warmed Gunnars body instantly. Allal
was pissing with a tough erection. He took advantage of it by shoving his
engine up Gunnars winking rosebud.

-Yaaaaaaaaaah, Allal cried. More, more, more.

Spank him Nabil, spank the bastard roumi. I want to see his flesh become
totally pink, as pink as the inside of his butt hole.

-Push your butt up, Gunnar, you hear, don't fail me!!

Now Nabil, crawled under Gunnars tummy taking his cock into his mouth. His
own cock was like twenty two centimeters hitting Gunnars nose.

He unleashed the strap from his mouth.

-Take it and blow me well, you Norwegian sucker. I will pump my load right
there.

Gunnar said nothing, just did his job, he was a broken boy now. Redouane
was soon to finalize the last stage.

Gunnar licked slowly Nabil's glans, up and down and around, bobbed his head
and purred his lips licking the precum. His butt was being ridden faster
and rougher than Redouane. A tinge of lust seemed to take hold of his
thinking. He didn't think so much about it anymore, he did it as if he'd
always done it. His head bobbed faster, the tiredness he had felt had left
his body entirely. His arse muscles could take Allal's cock farther. Even
Alall and Nabil noticed it which made them spur him even more.

-Yeah, Gunnar, you got the knack of it, go on. You'll become the stable
horse of all if you continue practicing like that.

When he said that, Allal started contracting his abdomen and and shot
several times. A while later Nabil experienced the same, shooting all his
cum at Gunnars torso and face.

-Let's clean this race horse.

They both went for a bucket of cold water and splashed him from the back to
the front.

Gunnar remained resilient. The boys took care of him with love even though
they had roughed him up a bit. But they couldn't afford Redouane to find
out about this.

The butt plugs were reinstalled, the padlocks locked and the keys back into
the key pouch.

Redouane hadn't noticed a thing.



It was Friday morning when Redouane woke up with a hangover. He was missing
Rashid.

-Where is this rascal? In three days he hasn't brought one tourist to my
place, he thought.

And there is plenty of catch I heard from friends.

As he was contemplating what to do today the phone rang.

-Hello, Yes?

-Redouane?

-Himself, who is speaking?

-It's me, Ali from Agadir.

-Oh you? Any news?

-Yes, very good news, indeed.

-I got the merchandise, hot indeed.

-How hot?

-Triple hot, red,white, blue. Ten...

-You are kidding me...

-No I am not. But everything under control.

-Where is the merchandise and how much will it cost me?

-The merchandise is untouched and on the way. It will be delivered at the
docks at two am.

I want four thousand cash in hand.

-Where did you get them from?

-At the beach. Easy catch, no one around. The bait was wonderful and
cooperating.

-Ok. I'll be there at the dock.

Redouane's cock stood high like a mast, he couldn't think clear
enough. This was too much. Hamdoullah (thank god) for this present of
today, he prayed.

In one week I have visitors with extreme wishes and you have provided me
with exactly what I need.

Oh shit, he thought, one week and I haven't prepared Gunnar yet.

He rang the bell.

-Nabil fill the bath with hot milk, quick.

It's time for Gunnar, you know about this, don't you Nabil. Get Allal to
prepare the cloroform, quick.

He was nervous, way too nervous. He had done it before, but that was nearly
a year ago. This was a special case, extremely special and sensitive.

-Never had I had to do this with a sixteen year old, but I have no
choice. I have to sell him, I know I will get my dough out of him, it raced
through his head.

Half an hour later, Gunnar stood shackled in his leather ankles and wrist
cuffs in the middle of the bathroom, guarded by the equally- execpt for
their strings- naked Nabil and Allal. They had no idea what was going on.

Gunnar looked terrified and was shivering on his legs.

-Put him in the bath, move it.

Allal and Nabil tugged at him and pushed him into the tub.

-Don't be afraid, Gunnar, I just have these special ideas. I feel a bit
lonesome today, so I decided to take a bath of milk with you. Donkey's
milk, just like Cleopatra who used to bathe in it.

Gunnar calmed down, he believed him. His muscles relaxed, he closed his
eyes and sank deeper into the white warm creamy milk.

-I'll get in there with you soon, Redouane whispered in Gunnar's ear. He
nodded.

Let me get undressed, he said smilingly.

Gunnar didn't open up his eyes.

Redouane left the bathroom for a minute and told Nabil: Be ready, as soon
as I am in the tub with him, you give me the prop with the drug. You Allal,
must be precise and alert. As soon as I put it under his nostrils, you will
jump to his hands and you Nabil to his legs, I will keep his eyes
closed. Is that understood?

-Yes, master.

Redouane walked silently up to the tub, put one leg in it and another and
sank gradually behind Gunnars back.

Gunnar put his head in his neck and looked into Redouane's eyes. He had
accepted to be Redouane's slave, one could see that.

-Ok, close your eyes again, I want to rock you a bit like a tiny baby in my
arms.

He started humming that same Arab lullaby, which seemed to take Gunnar way
up in his dreams.

Then Redouane coughed at the silhouettes behind the glass door. Nabil came
in silently on his toes. On a platter he had a cotton prop and a scalpel.

He nudged at Nabil who handed over the prop.

In a second Redouane had the prop up Gunnars nose, who started screaming
ans squealing like a pig. His legs nearly popped out of the tub, but Allal
and Nabil had been swift and coordinated. Gunnar's wild body movements came
to a halt in a few minutes.

-Go now, let me be with him. Go to your rooms, I'll need you at midnight,
see you then.

Nabil and Alall went, they had no idea what the scalpel was for but they
didn't dare to ask either.

The platter stood on the corner of the marble tub. Redouane kissed Gunnar
intently on his cherry red lips. Then lower on his neck tendons. He felt
his nipples and twisted them.

-I cannot believe it, Redouane thought. He feels like a lamb, just look at
him. His golden hair, the ruby lips, his white teeth, and the childlike
fragile shoulders of his.

While he thought about this, his left hand had reached Gunnar's scrotum. He
held it firmly in one hand rolling it, squeezing it. He glanced at the
scalpel.

I have to, for my and his sake, otherwise I will lose this angel of mine. I
cannot allow this to happen.

The scalpel metal flickered between his fingers as he conducted it to the
bottom. With his left hand he pulled the bag forward, stretching it, his
right hand came underneath Gunnars right thigh. The blade was getting real
close. The edge pricked into the soft flesh. In one movement he ran it
underneath Gunnars balls. Not a sound was heard; the bathub coloured
pink. It was the most awesome pink that Redouane had ever experienced. He
sat there in the bath with Gunnar, still contemplating how strange life is
and how wonderful one can make it with a few adjustments. The testicles, he
kept in his hand were put into a jar with formol the very same night.

The etiquette read: Friday, twelve 1983, the day that Gunnar became an
Angel.

He rang the bell. Nabil and Allal came in a hurry.

-Take care of him, he is very tired and fragile.

-Wash him with great care between his thighs and crotch.

Allal and Nabil were like in shock when they saw the cut nutsack still full
of blood.

-Hurry, bring him to his bed and stay there till he wakes up. Now move.

It was near midnight when another time the phone rang.

-Are you ready?

-Yes, I'll be there at two.

-Ok.

The Sedan left the garage secretly, Nabil was driving, Allal sat next to
Redouane holding his hand, playing with it. Redouane's hand was
manipulating Allal's cock in his jeans.

-Mmh, you turn me on. When did I last fuck you, Allal?

-Three months ago, master.

-Really, I have no idea why I have neglected you that much. You are so
handsome, how can I.?

-Because you have so many other boys, master.

-I will send you to Fez to another master. Maybe you can get a career of
your own. The man ther is getting too old, he is out of touch with what the
customers want nowadays.

-No, master, please keep me here, I like Esaouira.

The car stopped at the docks. A van had parked near Rashids father's boat.

Allal and Nabil went first then made sign to the boss that everything was
ok.

Redouane casually walked up to the van.

-Where is the merchandise?

-The cash?

Nabil went and opened the briefcase.

-Allright, the man whispered. Come and have a look.

In the back seat lay three young boys of about ten years old, wearing short
shorts, no socks and no sandals. One had very shortcut hair, another was
reddish with freckles and the taller one was as blond as Gunnar. His mouth
lay open and his tongue stuck out a bit.

-Awesome, Redouane hissed.

He stuck his arm in the car and touched one of the boys on his crotch.

-God, it makes me so hot. I cannot wait 'till I am home.

Wrap them up in blankets, Allal and Nabil.

-Don't worry, Redouane, the cops know about it. But they won't talk. The
only thing they want is to pay these little boys a visit a few times a
week. I hope you don't mind that...

Redouane, smiled evilly. Again he touched the boy on his thighs and
squeezed him a little there. Lovely, just perfect. Now take the cash and be
gone.

-By the way, they are English from the real British society, if you know
what I mean... Scotland Yard and Interpol will be looking for them. But
then, how many have been lost and never found, huh.

-Both men shook with laughter. They turmed their backs to each other and
went home.

-Easy, easy, Allal, bring this one here and the others to the special
quarters. They can keep their clothes on in the bed. Let them think that
they are still looked after.

This one is mine tonight, though. Now goodnight, bothof you.

 Redouane had the baby boy of ten in his arms on his naked body. His cock
was standing between the boys thighs. The uncut cock was purple and
pulsating, caught like a furious animal. The boy had been drugged by his
kidnapper, but it seemed that in a few hours, he would wake up. His breath
was smooth and easy. Redouane caressed his tiny little wee wee, brought the
boys pubes over his mouth and started lapping it. The balls were perched up
in the firm nutt bag of his. Redouane slipped a finger up his own wet
mouth, then leading it right away up the boys gate opening it without a tug
of resistence. It actually sucked up his finger deeper and
deeper. Redouane's cock was oozing with slimy cum, which made his cock only
slide better up the boy's ass. Now that he is unaware, I can take him, no
need to wait, I cannot, too much for me, Redouane calculated.

Having said this, he'd thrust his hips and glued his loins against the
boy's butt cheeks, making a flapping noise, like 'clat clat clat', as if
they were fucking in the water. He just went for it, no nonsense. He took
his time though, no hurry was needed. The white mooning globes of the boy
sank and bobbed upon his cock.

-This is how Gunnar must have looked when he was ten, he thought. The
association got beyond control. The cum run out of the boys arse gullet
onto the silk sheets. He kissed the boys pressing his lips hard and sucking
on his tongue, while he nearly ripped the boy's tongue out.

-Magic, he sighed, pure magic. I wonder how the others will feel.

He clapped in his hands.

-Nabil and Allal, lick the boy clean and put his clothes on and put him
with the other two 'till tomorrow. And remember: no touching of these
beauties.

How is Gunnar?

--Recovering slowly, but he is very depressed for the loss of his balls.

-Let him sleep, he will get over it. Now leave me.

Redouane switched off the light, snuggled up his pillow and thought of how
to deal with Gunnar tomorrow.

Where is Rachid?

Who provided the boys?

Will the cops find them?

Will Gunnar stay with Redouane?

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