Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 10:44:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hammam 8

Freckles had to leave his shorts outside of the water room. I was warm
inside and dark. The ceiling was round like the Sistine chapel, but
Michelangelo had been largely overdone in eroticism. Nowhere in the Arab
world would one find such pornographical images. This was a vintage piece
of architecture. What Freckles and his friends didn't know was the shape of
the room. Outside it looked plain and common, but the building stood out
like a mast above the roofs of the other quarters. It had been an ancient
mosk, which had become out of use. Redouane had bought it and slightly
adapted the roof to his tastes. If you looked at it from the street, coming
down to his shop, one could clearly distinguish the phallic shape of
it. From the top of the street one saw it was looking like a gigantic
dickhead, of course, only if you were smart enough to analyze it. On the
top of the roof, was made and elliptic opening, through which Freckles and
his friends could see the Southern Cross. The opening was the slit of the
dickhead.

Freckles waded through the thermal from canal to canal. There were two
floors, just like the ones the Romans had built in Constantinople. The
water was hot, and gargling with steam arising from all corner.

-Sonny, where are you?

-Over here.

-I can't see you.

He waved his hands to peer better through the cloudy mist.

-Oh there you are.

-What has kept you so long away from us?

-Nothing really, the owner of the house wanted to meet me?

-Really? Sonny answered.

He had trimmed hair like a young army recruit.

-Was it fun to meet him?

-He is Ok, just a bit blackish, you know like a damn Negro. He's brown
allover.

-How do you know? It seems like you have seen him naked.

-Yeah, I mean noooh, 'course not!

Sonny frowned his brow.

-Those other big boys, the black ones, you know, were here when you were at
his place. They told me you were playing some naughty games with him. Is it
true?

-Yes, we played monopoly and chess.

-I said: naughty games...

-I don't know what you mean.

Sonny pointed at his pee pee.

-You must be out of your head, Sonny. Leave me alone. By the way, where is
Duncan?

-They brought him here after they took you away. He is somewhere there in
another pool getting a massage by a blond boy, called Gunnar. He is real
cool and always naked too, like us. Always bathing and when he isn't
bathing he is looking at his, you know down there.

-Eggs?

-Yes...have you seen them? The eggs are huge; you think we will get that
big there when we grow up?

-I don't know Sonny; maybe if you pull your willy a bit more often there,
then they will grow, just try. Right now I want to clean myself.  -Of what?
-None of your business, Sonny.

-Ok Rudolph, sorry for all my questions.

Freckles waded further to the other canal that led to the back of a
corner. Someone was playing a flute, the sound echoed everywhere.  He heard
the splashing of the water. Sonny had started to play with himself. He was
gargling, making bubbles and beating the surface of the hot steaming
water. Freckles didn't feel cold at all. In a meditative mood he looked up
at the sky and imagined his parents watching the same stars on the other
end of the world.

-They abandoned the search, so they abandoned me. I will never see them nor
my little twin brother, again. I wonder if he thinks about me too. I miss
him.

They used to sleep together since birth, tightly snuggled together like an
entangled piece of necklace. He heard a few giggles. Curious of nature he
went for the sound. The place was a labyrinth, only the stars and a half
moon were to be seen.

-Be quiet, little moron, Gunnar said laughing.

He was talking to the blond boy, who two nights ago had shared the bed with
illustrious Redouane.

-Don't squeal that much, this massage is compulsory. If I don't do it, I
get beaten by his staff. You must shine like a pearl and smell like an
orchid, you hear?

Duncan smiled back and looked back over his shoulder at Gunnar.

-We are slaves, aren't we?

-Yes, we are in a sense. How did you find that out?

-You are wearing leather shackles at your feet and you have a dogs collar
around your neck, like the others here. Still I am not wearing any yet. Why
is that?

-I do not know God's ways, you see. Now Redouane is not god, you know that.

Duncan nodded. Then he grimaced.

-What's up?

-I don't know, for the last two days I feel sore in here.

He pointed at his arsy.

-When I poo, I get some blood along with it.

Gunnar knew what it meant, but he was forbidden to tell him anything. All
of the other staff knew what had happened to him. But Redouane had said not
to talk about it. Redouane had admitted his mistake and apologized to Allal
for the whipping of his butt. He had changed his mind; he would try after
all to have him meet the dignitaries in a few weeks. Yes, Redouane had
postponed the visit of theirs as he figured the boys weren't ready yet and
he wanted to buy more time for Duncan's anus' fissure to regenerate by
itself.  -But how to report to Redouane, that the boy bleeds when he
shits. He could be blamed for it; he could be accused of having raped the
littlun, Gunnar pondered

-Let me see, Duncan.

-Are you crazy, you think I am going to show you my poop inside?

-Up to you if you want to bleed more. Does it hurt when you are on the loo?

-It stings...

--Do you push when you shit?

-No, it hurts like that, but it never did before.

-Still, don't be silly; I am here to take care of you. This black man told
me to really pamper you, you know?

-Really, did he say that? Then surely he loves me a lot.

-He says you are worth gold for him.

-What about you then? Are you gold too like me?

-I think so, but I don't know. He feeds me, has me cleaned up by the black
slaves.

-What's the purpose of us being here as slaves, If I don't have to work
like one, Gunnar?

-Good question, it's a riddle to me. One day you will know, one day really,
we will all know.

-Yes, Duncan beamed.

Gunnar took hold of Duncan's hips and pulled him up getting his loins near
his own crotch.

-Come here I said; now I want to see what is wrong.

He didn't give the boy a second of thought to react. His cheeks were parted
already.  Gunnar saw a trickle of blood.

-I won't tell anyone, ok. Not even your little friends will know that I
looked at your poophole.

It was too late for Duncan to withdraw; the damage of having been looked at
his private parts was done. Gunnar licked at his finger and rubbed it over
his inner left cheek.

-So, the blood's gone, pain gone. Does your mum or dad never give a kiss
when you chafed some skin? Let me give one here. He didn't wait for him to
say yes or no, he just did.

-Right, now.

-It still hurts, when I move.

-I have a cream made of snake fat, which is really relaxing; I can bring it
on now. It is over there in the cupboard.

-Ok, Duncan agreed, believing that they had a secret and no one would find
out.

-Rudolph had overheard and witnessed the whole scene. Now he was eagerly
waiting to see what Gunnar would do next.

To his astonishment, Freckles was sporting a wee tiny boner just above the
water, which was now dead calm.

-Can you pull one cheek to the other side like I did? Maybe better to lie
on your back, ok.

Duncan lay there, butt exposed, innocently showing off his damaged wrinkled
tight muscle.

-Keep them like that, ok.

He put his finger into the pot of greasy ointment and brought a lump of it
on Duncan's endangered asshole.

Gunnar felt his cock stir in his leather pouch. It wanted some release. His
butplugg was moving too. He moved from one knee to another to support
himself better on the floor, keeping his balance on one hand. Now he
started rubbing and carefully into his soft rectum. Duncan didn't know what
was happening to him until he felt like a mass of waves moving through his
groin and belly. What a sensation. The finger lubed and turned and gyrated
for minutes only it seemed to last hours for little Duncan.

-Does it hurt, Gunnar asked.

Duncan only beamed.

-You are the best nurse in the world and my friend, Gunnar.

-Thanks, Gunnar smiled.

His confidence grew.

-It's nearly finished, ok?

-No, not that fast, go on till the pain really goes away.

-But you said you had no pain.

-I know, but I meant, I ...but, you know it may come back in a minute and
then you are gone and I cannot poo alone, because it will hurt again.

-Ok I'll help you at the loo too, awright?

Rudolph smiled, no that he found out about of their secret.

Duncan got up and faced Gunnar's leather pouch of gigantic balls. He was
impressed.

-I want to ask you something?

-What?

-You have this underwear on all the time?

-Yes, why?

-It looks strange.

-Why?

-It's so big down there?

Gunnar blushed like a little boy.

-Are you embarrassed?

-No, Gunnar lied. So, what's your question?

-Why is it so big?

-Because I have big eggs that's all.

-My dad's are not that big, yours are super gigantic.

Gunnar looked at them too; still figuring out if they were that big.

-Can I see them?

-No, you cannot.

-It's not fair, you saw my poo hole, he whined.

-I cannot do it.

-Why, are you chickening out on me?

-Listen, Duncan don't push it. I looked at your poop hole to help you.

-I want to help you too.

-With what?

-Dunno.

-Tell me why you cannot show them to me. It will be my secret.

-That makes two already.

Duncan walked around Gunnar which made the latter nervous.

-Wow, that string is real tight, it goes all the way into your bum. Does it
hurt?

He put his fingers on the strap just above the split of his buns.

-Noo, Gunnar barked.

-Why, you bark like that at me?

-Sorry, I am tired.

Duncan said no more, just looked at him with pity.

-You are hiding something for me Gunnar, I maybe only ten but I am not
retarded.

-Ok, then...I can't take the string off, because it is locked inside. Only
my master has the right so.

-Your master, the owner. Is he my master too?

-Yes.

-So now you know, what else is on your mind?

-Let me touch the balls if you cannot show them...

-You little devil...oh hell, go ahead.

Duncan latched onto his pouch like a leech, palping it.

-Wow, the pouch is soft, I thought it was rock hard. And your eggs,
man...they are hard too.

He squeezed a little.

-It doesn't hurt, but mine do when someone hits me there. Can I punch yours
too? He laughed.

-Don't you dare.

-I want to see them one day. Can't you cut them open?

-No, because three times a day I am being checked on, only when I go to the
loo, the pouch comes off. It has a microchip inside. If I'd cut them off
they'll soon find out where it is and they know where to find me when I
have them on. You will have one too very soon, all of you will. It's just a
matter of time to take the size of your butt.

He put his finger up his arseand asked: You mean they measure us here?

-Yes, for the plug they need to.

-Shit, he had spoken too fast. Fuck, why was he yapping so much with this
kid. Gunnar thought.

-A plug?

-Never mind, I didn't say a thing. Go to bed now, you know where your room
is in here. It's time for Sonny to get massage and then the last one is
Freckles.

-Freckles?

-You know, Rudolph, the red-haired boy. That's how Master Redouane calls
him.

-Oh, yes. Freckles is not my best friend, you know. He is very strange,
doesn't talk much and wants to be alone very often. But I tell you
something.

Now he whispered: I saw his eggs once and they are cute, no hair like
mine. His bum is a little reddish too, like his face, only he has no
freckles down there, he giggled.

-Ok. Off you go, now go to sleep. Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

Gunnar moved rapidly through the canal looking for Sonny. Freckles hid
behind a pillar.

-Sonny, Sonnyyyy!!! He shouted.

Time for massage, move your butty over here.

-It's my fifth massage today; I had three oil baths, what for? I don't want
to, I want to play. He yelled back.

-Don't be childish; I am only doing my job. The master of this place may
invite you any minute at his table to dine with him.

-Really?

-Yes, so you have to be clean as a penguin, you here?

Sonny had understood, there was no point in hiding or making a fuss,
nothing else to do here, so why run away.

-Sonny was seven and stood up this chest in the thermal.

-That's it, and move it now.

Gunnar passed a caressing hand over his curved back. He was a vivid example
of how Mother Nature produced perfection.

-Your hair won't be cut no more. You need to grow it fast.

-Why?

-You look smarter then. Master Redouane wants to show you off to his
friends and they like girly boys.

-I am not a girl, I am a boy.

-That's what you say. With your willy absconding in the water you could
easily pretend to be a girl.

-It's silly and he is stupid thinking like that of me.

-Maybe, but he owns us, you know that. How many times I need to tell you
this. Now get out of the pool and lie down next to me on this towel.Close
your eyes and put your hands next to your body.

-Right so?

-Yes.

Gunnar opened a bottle of Pará oil, imported from Brazil and let it leak
out like a tiny waterfall over his belly button writing letters with it.

Then neatly he divided the substance over his body parts.

-How cute he is. Gunnar thought. Maybe I should forget about the girls,
though he looks like One. Only he is far more intelligent than most of the
chicks I met, Gunnar reflected.

As he got closer to Sonny's willy, he couldn't resist any longer. He picked
it up and pulled it sky-high.

-Push your little eggs inside, Sonny, just try it.

Sonny did and then all of a sudden there was nothing below his pecker.

-Now pull your Mickey in-between your thighs into your butt.

Sonny had no odd questions, he just obeyed him.

-Don't you see how you look like?

-Yes, Sonny nodded.

Like a girl without a Mickey, but it feels ticklish, can you pull it again?

Gunnar did.

-And again, the boy said.

And he did

-One more, it feels good.

-Spit on your Mickey's head and rub it real hard with both hands, Gunnar
caommanded.

Sonny did his best.

-OOOOh, it tickles here, he pointed at his groin.

-Turn around then, on your tummy. Now let me pull your sticky Johnny up
your poo poo hole.

-Ooh, yes, I like, hihihihi

-Now I will lick it, ok?

-Ok.

_Mmm ooh aah ooh mmmmmh, more Gunnar.

Sonny wasn't blind and saw something happening in Gunnars's pouch.

-It's moving in there, Gunnar. Look.

Gunnar looked as if he hadn't felt it.

-Ok. Squeeze it real hard then; you are the only one to touch so far.

-Not even Duncan or Rudolph?

-Just you, go and do it now.

He had steel's grip, nearly ripping off the string.

-Hold it, boy, not that wild. Something inside may break.

-Your Mickey may break.

-No, Gunnar laughed, something else you don't know and if it breaks, the
black men will punish me. They are mean.

-What they do to you?

-They will put a rubber stick up my poopoo hole and whip me badly.

-That's mean; they won't do this to me won't they.

-I wouldn't be too sure of that, so you better behave.

Rudolph heard that too. Only Duncan was the innocent one, at least Duncan
thought he was. He had no clue that he had been raped in his dreams by
Redouane.

The doors went wide open.

-Gunnar!!!

-Yes, right here.

-Bring the young slave to your master and get dressed both of you! Allal
shouted.

-Right away.

-You see, Sonny, maybe they saw that you moved my string, I dunno, but now
it is time to meet your master.

-Sonny received a swift towel brushing, his skin gleaming like a seal. Off
they went.

Redouane lay in his bed again.

-Hi Gunnar, my Viking Prince, how is our boy doing?

-I am fine, master,

-I am not talking about you, but the one next to you.

Gunnar looked at the boy next to him and nodded.

-I took care of him as you can see, master. He is shining and well taken
care of. He had five massages and four oil baths today. I was giving one
just now.

-Oh, then he must smell exquisitely well.

-I added some sandalwood to the ointment, sir. Just smell him.

-Ok. You can go to the next room and be prepared when I need you. You can
watch TV, but don't worry, you won't get BBC or CNN, just MTV will do for
you, or would you rather have some girly porno?

-Yes sir, I would like.

Nabil took Gunnar to the guest room, a sumptuous room full of vintage art
intermingled with palm trees. The carpets on the floor gave him a sense of
warmth and homeliness.

-So little rascal, what brought you to Agadir?

-I wanted to see camels, I told my dad.

-Did you?

-Yes and I have ridden one too.

Redouane was wobbling his knee left and sideways, his hand fondling his
awakened cock. He pushed it down again, teasing it, provoking it.

-Why, come a little closer to my bed, my dear.

-Do you like Arab country?

-Yes, very much.

-Good.

-Sit here with me and have an orange. You really look very strong muscled
for a little boy like that.

-You think so, sir?

-Yes, I do. Stronger than the Arab boys? No. But for an English boy, you
are.

Do you fight a lot at school?

-Yes, no one can bully me. I bully them first. But where are my dad and
mum?

-They have left you with me for a long holiday, they couldn't tell you, you
see.

-I don't believe you. You are lying.

-Maybe I am. Come a bit closer.

-Should I take him or not, Redouane thought. Maybe not up his little but,
but I sure will lick his hidden jewelry.

Redouane touched the boy's head.

-Very short hair, indeed.

-My dad is a soldier so I like to have same hair as my dad.

-I see.

And here- he put his hand on the boy's crotch-is short too?

Sonny chuckled.

-I have no hair here, you have?

This was his chance for him to take hold of the boy.

-Yes of course, Redouane said, just look!

He threw off the bed sheets and showed a swaggering whopping zob pointing
at he boy's face.

-Ooooh, it's really biiiig and your eggs equally big too. I can touch?

-Sure you can, Redouane said, lifting him up and landing him over his cock
on his bush of hair.

-Now take your shorts off, boy, and then you will feel my bushy hairdo
here.

The shorts slid of in no time, the boy riding Reoduane's groin pulling at
the hairs as if they were going to be plucked.

-Yes, go at it, my dear.

Redouane hopped on his mattress, gleefully. His cock standing between the
boy's thighs touching the tiny nut bag. The boy now played his fingers over
the ribs and counted them.

-Many ribs here and big balls, Freckles said. He felt and held them like
they were common things to play with.

Redouane couldn't believe he had so much fun with this kind of sex. No
fucking, no raping, just horsy play and the boy was the jockey.

But his thoughts ran slower than his hands that lifted the boy and turning
his willy towards his mouth which was ready for slurping his wee wee.

Back and forth went his head and back and forth went the boy's body.

-Mmmmmmhhhh, he sucked, mmmh, slurp

-The boy giggled it out: I like, I like.

His dickey was as hard as a lollypop, but instead of spunk, the boy pushed
a straw hard ray of crystal clear pee into Redouane's throat. He gobbled it
all up in one gulp. His cock was caressing the boy's crevice slightly
pushing against it.

-No, I cannot. Not yet, not yet, Redouane thought.

-Ok boy, bed time on your own.

-I want to stay with you, please.

-No no, you have to become strong-minded and learn how to become a real
girly boy.

-A girly boy, sir?

-Yes, some day you will understand. Gunnar showed you how to hide your
little plums inside your body?

-Yes, he did.

-Ok then, you do this every time you think of it, until you get use to it,
not seeing them. Then on day a fairy will come and take them away to heaven
and leave your little baggy right there empty as a pocket of your
shorts. She will come back and fill it with gold or diamond. What do you
say?

-Sounds wonderful. Does it hurt when she comes and get it?

She only comes when you sleep like the tooth fairy. With her magic fingers
she will open the little nut bag and softly take them in her hands and fly
them to the angels. You will be her angel on earth.

-What's her name?

-The nut fairy, of course what else.

-Is she beautiful?

-It's not a she, but a he.

-Really?

-When will he come?

-Soon, my dear, soon.

-Now you must go.

-Gunnar!!

-Yes sir!

-On the double over here.

Gunnar was nearly to a climax getting his rocks of on a black chore on TV.

-Shit he though, you stupid motherfucker, you never think of my pleasure.

-Yes master, I am coming, he shouted.

He arrived with his boner still standing in his pouch, because he was not
allowed to wank himself.

-Just in time, I see, Gunnar, You know you can watch but not cum, you hear?

-Yes sir,

-Get him to sleep, and where the hell is Rachid?

-Dunno sir, looking for tourists.

-For three days? This is not normal. Check on the computer where he
is. Maybe he tried to escape.

As soon as the boy was brought to his quarters, Gunnar and Redouane were
checking Rashid whereabouts.

-Damn, I knew it, Redouane hissed.

Look where he is! In Fez!! Some of my competitors surely kidnapped him...or
maybe his father.

-Tonight you'll sleep with me, Gunnar, I want to feel your tight cunt up
the root of my shaft, I am tired of having to say 'no' to myself with so
many virgin tight holes around me.

As for Rashid I have to think carefully.

Days later the phone rang.

-Hello, Redouane here.

-Hi, I am Rashid's dad. You want my son back? Then I need more cash.

-Redouane laughed at this.

-You dombo, son of a bitch, I have you killed before you know.

-That remains to be seen. I know everything of that deal at night at the
harbor. Beautiful little roumi boys, huh. Are they still virgin?

Redouane nearly got a heart stroke.

-What you want?

-Ten thousand in cash and one of the blond boys on my fishing
boat...forever.


Will he get his deal?

Will Rashid come back?

Will Gunnar fuck Duncan one day?

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