Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2010 22:28:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dream in Urdu 1

A dream in Urdu
Part one
By Aihu Fist


I couldn't see his face, it being so transparent. However, I could see the
aura which exuded a nice energy; a nice glow, growing stronger and
stronger. Out of his lips came a soft long stream of hot water. It was a
nice feel, I needed that. The liquid splashed all over my complexion. It
seemed to last ages. The lips seemed to disappear and turn into nothing but
a dark hole, the water turned hotter and yellow. I wanted to ask the face
something, but even the eyes and nose had gone, it was just the hole and
me. When the stream stopped, the hole moved away and another one, much
smaller took its place, starting the process all over. I sensed something
of a stir below my navel, a pull of some sort. At first it hurt, I felt
pain, but flood of water on my face distracted me from the hurting. That
flow of hot liquid stopped too, to be followed by yet one more. I opened my
mouth, because I was thirtsty, My throat was parched. I stuck out my tongue
to let the gushing golden nectar roll over my tongue. I heard laughter,
giggles, they all sounded childlike. Now the pain below my navel turned
into a nicer feel. I realized someone was holding my penis, but I couldn't
look or move my head to verify. My head was locked between something. I
closed my eyes, I had these dreams before and I liked them. They were my
only consolation for the lack of real sex. Middle aged and hardly a boner
nowadays. So, when I dreamed and felt one, I wanted to keep it stiff and
enjoy the feeling. Lately I had dreamed of holding a huge cock in my fist
and pull at it, soon after I wake up, still sleep drunken. When I realize I
am about to wake up I quickly close my eyes, turn to my other side and
persist in dreaming on; most of the time it works.

So, I closed my eyes to enjoy that rub of my sex starved cock, while my
face continued to be sprayed. Instinctively I touched my chest in my sleep
and realized I had no night shirt on, I was wet all over. I couldn't
remember if I went to bed with a shirt or not. I felt fingers nimble like
mice running over my cock and sack. I wished this dream would last forever;
I didn't want to wake up for at least another hour. The human noises were
all around me, more giggles, more pulls at my cock. The slow movements of
hands on my cock were turning it stone hard, a feeling I cherished. While
enjoying this I thought of my last twenty years of roaming the earth and of
how many sex adventures I'd had. I was yearning for that pristine sensation
of real wood which would look up at the sky and bounce against my belly.
Was it time to get used to the idea getting into Viagra at my age?  Yet,
another pull at my foreskin drew me back to my dream. I opened my eyes and
saw three boys of about 12 and 9 years old. They looked so real. I had seen
and had sex with boys before in my dreams, but nothing ever looked as
tangible as these three. They smiled; the youngest one lifted his kurta and
dropped his pajamas. I was staring at a healthy circumcised little, but
very erect cock. The other boys followed suit. Holding up their kurtas
above their navel and winking at me from one eye. Ouch! Someone kicked my
head. I touched it and felt dried blood on my hands. No one had kicked me;
it was a sting of pain at the back of my skull. The sun shone from behind
the boys and nearly blinded me. I started to wonder if it was a dream I was
looking at. There was no longer an aura to be seen, the water had stopped
flowing and I could very well discern three faces.

I could now lift my head and see that I was totally naked. How did I end up
like this, I wasn't even in my own bed. Who was I? What was my name? Where
was I? The surrounding was arid and only yellow scrubs and a few juniper
trees were to be seen.

A dozen of pre-teens and teenagers sat cozily crouched around my body and
looked intently at me. Some were serious, expressionless and motionless.
Others passed their tongue over their lips. Another one winked at me
several times. I wanted to get up to find my clothes, but the boys by my
side pushed me down again and said something in a language that sounded
like Urdu. The three boys lined up. They were stark naked, their bodies a
mocha brown glistening with morning dew. Yes, I think it was like seven in
the morning. I knew now this was not a dream. I had dreamed nothing. My
cock was still being played with, the occasional yanks proved it with some
yelps of mine. The way they pulled at my foreskin was definitely not a sign
of dexterity or expertise. They had never played with a foreskin in their
lives.

The nine year old straddled over my chest and moved closer to my mouth. All
the boys scurried closer to see what he was going to do. Even I didn't
know. Then four pairs of hands pried my mouth open: I dot the message and
kept it open. The boy now hung his sack over the orifice slowly lowering it
in-between my teeth. I had a small mouth and they saw that, so they forced
my lower jaw down so I could take the whole package including his stiffie.

This was heaven! Just imagine the bliss I was in. I licked; I suckled,
drooled, and wrapped my tongue round the tiniest eggs and gland. The boy
shrieked and squealed like a foal. But the others couldn't wait to have
their turn on me.



Part 2

I touched my head again and felt something crusty; I rubbed it a little and
looked at it. It was caked blood. One boy ran away and came back with a
sling and a stone. He pointed to himself and then to my head. Did I get it
right was he saying that he had hit me? As a consequence, I was tied down
from the waist to my feet. They all roared with laughter. I didn't have
much time to talk or to try to understand what was so funny. Down went my
head and one more boy positioned himself and his rod to penetrate my mouth.
My jaws were getting sore and my skin pink. The sun was about to roast me
alive. Without much of an explanation the eldest kids left in a hurry,
raising their pajamas high above the pelvis. The smallest of all who hadn't
performed on me yet: were they going to?-remained seated and threw some
rocks at me, trying to hit my cock and balls. It was as if they didn't
consider me a human being. But where was I and who was I, kept drumming
through my aching skull. The big boys were back with poles and plastic. In
a short notice they had the poles up and the plastic as a roof over
me. They were going to keep me here and shield me from the sun. Why did
they not untie me and lead me to a shelter or to their home.

I smacked my tongue to indicate that I needed something to drink. The
tallest boy lowered his pajamas heaved a long penis over them and pissed a
whole load into a beaker.

He offered it to me but I shook my head. No need to tell him no, two other
big boys got hold of my mouth and he just poured it in. I nearly gagged but
they shut my mouth instantly. Gosh, I swallowed it and it didn't taste that
bad, not even salty.

I lay there all afternoon and the sun was about to set when three adults
showed up. They wore big turbans, a waistcoat over a long sleeve shirt and
baggy trousers. A few words were exchanged with the older boys, who
immediately shot in action. The eldest pointed to my feet and waist and as
a result I got freed. Then he barked again and the boys left the scene.
That is, they tried to leave. The pre-teens were not allowed to go. What
was going on? The elder poked at me with his a weird stick, which looked
more like a scepter. The stick however felt like rubber at the end. It was
quite fat and round. He barked at me in the same way he had done at the
boys. I understood I had to get up. I felt dizzy, my head spun. The stick
was up again touching my pectorals, down over my belly to my navel and my
cock. It rested there long enough to cause a bit of swelling. He looked me
in the eyes for ages. He turned around and ordered something for me to
do. I didn't get it. He snapped, his eyes firing anger at me. His two
friends who looked like his sons grabbed my arms and turned me with my back
to him. I felt the stick running a line from my neck to my lower back,
where it rested a few seconds. The stick continued its way just above my
crack, where it started to rub. Another snap from the old man and the two
made me bend over and with a kick at both my feet they spread my legs. The
stick was now about to descend the crack gully. It was a weird thing for me
to stand like that, but I had no bad feelings about it. I felt as innocent
as a child, no evil thinking or paranoid thoughts, whatsoever arose in
me. My thinking was in images of some sort, when I wanted to say something;
I seemed to be using some babble language. Nothing in me was coherent. I
had to use body language to communicate with them, and every time I did
they laughed at me.

The old man clapped in his hands and one of his friends, who was really
very handsome opened up a shoulder bag form which he got a collar of some
sort. It was quite small, more like a wristlet. The stick touched my chin
and pushed it up forcing me to look at the ceiling. I felt the handsome guy
fumbling with my private parts and clip something to them. When the stick
left my chin I looked down and noticed the `wristlet' had been tied around
my balls and cock. A strong long chain led from it to one of the poles. In
short I was tethered like a horse by my cock and balls. It was not a
leather leash but a copper one that sat so tight it made my balls tingle.

The little boy, who I assume was not older than nine, made fun of me,
throwing more rocks at my cock and butt. Occasionally they tugged at the
chain, so my cock danced like crazy. That was the best show they ever had.

The old man told the kids off and shooed them away. When they were gone,
the old man, obviously tired of the day sat himself down on the ground. You
may find this strange, but I had no desire to run. I just stood there like
a horse in the stable, ready to be saddled and ridden. I looked meekly at
them while touching the copper noose around my balls. It was shiny and
pretty. I liked it. I beamed at them and they smiled back at me. Then the
two younger men, they were much older than me, although I don't even knew
how old I was anymore, got closer to me. They seemed to ask permission
first. The old man nodded and they proceeded. Maybe a bit of humour would
make them my friends I thought. So, I started snorting and whining like a
horse, and yes they liked it. I scraped my left foot in the ground like
horses do and shook my head.

One of the men, thin, sinewy, big eyes and a hairless chin, connected to my
game and whispered unintelligible words in my ear; like a horse whisperer
does. I felt aroused by it. The other man was black as hell, with a dark
curly mustache, his body thin and agile like a snake. He began to stroke my
backside, very softly at first and then slapped it hard repeatedly. I had
not expected this and it stung real hard. I whinnied harder and wanted to
race around them. The one who had whispered in my ear now stroked my
belly. It sounded as if he said: "easy, boy, now easy", but I am not
sure. A finger ran over my spine counting the vertebras.  They looked at
each other and grinned. I saw it from the corner of my eyes as they were
standing by me at each flank. The dark handsome one placed his hand over my
face and held it real tight and shushed. The middle finger touching my nose
bridge the other fingers my cheeks. With his right hand he grabbed my left
arse cheek and squeezed it gently. Maybe they were brothers, they
understood each other without talking and simultaneously without
interfering with one another they worked on me, as if to pacify me. Now one
hand weighed my ball sack gently, cupping it, rocking it, feeling me up. I
became nervous again and trampled the earth with my bare feet. I got to
stand on my toes and neighed harder. That strong hand came down hard again
on my backside. Once, twice! It hurt this time and I could not say anything
but looking shocked at him. He only showed me his ivory white teeth and
stuck his tongue between them. The one who was weighing my balls was much
nicer to me, he let go of the sack and move up to the shaft which began to
grow in volume. I had a long foreskin, which he pulled way ahead of my
gland, still well hid.

The old man yelled and they stopped immediately.  They seemed afraid of
him. I was left to stand there for minutes. Then one of them left, the
disciplinarian one, only to come back with a young boy of about twelve
years old. In front of me he was without any hesitation stripped of his
pajamas and kurta and stood before me in a tiny loincloth, which looked
quite full in my opinion.

The boy was embarrassed obviously and closed his eyes. The older one
slapped him on the back of his head as a warning that he should heed their
commands. The tough guy ripped even that small patch from his loins and so
the young lad stood now stark naked by my side.

The old man got up and pick up a few twigs. He seemed to have no patience
with this boy and whipped him on the boy's calves. The boy jumped and
almost curled up next to me. Then the sweet guy picked him up and told him
something. The boy nodded and moved behind me, so I could not see what the
plan was. I snorted again and neighed heavily. The boy placed both of his
hands on my hamstrings and began softly to massage them. That had a heating
effect on me. I shook my head backward and whinnied suppressing the
volume. The sheer touch of his nimble fingers on my nerves in the gluttons
drove me insane. Did I hear him giggle? Yes, he actually did.

The old man barked again something and he seemed to be very agitated for
some reason. It was a bit of surprise when the boy came to stand in front
of me; his face opposing my nipples. And what a face, his eyes shun with
life that only boys can show. Fiery eyes, black as coal and equal coloured
eyelashes that seemed so thin and long he looked like a real girl. The
black line at the bottom of his eyes was nature's permanent eyeliner.

Another yell and things changed dramatically for both of us. The boy sank
lower with his head and took me in full surprise when he swallowed the full
length of my cock. His head bobbing like a buoy on the sea. I snorted a
couple of times, indulging in the treatment. The boy looked up at me and
now seemed truly in heaven as well. So why, did he hesitate so long?  The
bobbing went faster and I poked harder into his wet mouth. Suddenly, I
endured another hard spanking of my already sore buns.

My cock unplugged from the boys oral cavity, but my rod was now untamable.
The boy was yelled at again. Now both men grabbed him for a change. The
sweet guy laced the boy's arms around his neck and held him by his butt
tight to his belly. Gently massaging the boy's arse and slowly parting the
cheeks. I was now looking at what resembled a pink brown flower. The
disciplinarian took me from my tether and led me to the old man who was
waiting for me with a tin on his lap. I remember I could not even read what
it said. I had gone illiterate. He unscrewed the lid and poured some of the
content onto my deflating cock. But they weren't going to let it deflate
totally. I thought it was a nice treatment they had in mind for me.

Then the strong guy led me back under the tarpaulin. He squeezed my hams
firmly and got hold of my invigorated rod. The boy was still held
steadfast, his butthole still shining pink. One more whisper in my other
ear sufficed to make the blood flow to my cock again. Gently I was coaxed
into nearing my new little friend, while my leash was guided through the
legs of the sweet guy. I was nervous and started to grind my hoofs,
whipping my manes dancing form side to side, holding my hips with my hands.
But the mean guy hauled me in, thus I got closer and closer until my
foreskin touched the little rosedbud. The sweet guy nodded at me,
confirming me that it was OK. He leaned with the boy in his arms against
one of the poles. A last tug at the leash and I touched down. It made one
hell of a sobbing sound when my foreskin collided with the boy's portal.

But I got nowhere. The old man yelled again and he ran over to my side. His
raw hand got hold of my cock and with all his might he pulled the foreskin
way back which revealed a massive nob sparkling in oil.

A new tug at the leash brought me back to the boy, who was not frightened
at all. I aimed well and suddenly it dawned on me that I had hands and that
I could lead my cock into the boy's arse. So, I did; first a little
pushing, and a little deeper and harder push followed. The orifice seemed
to expand easily and embrace my gentle knob. The boy sighed deeply and he
began to moan as I moved in harder. I was much too hot and horny now to
even let anyone come in between. I was a stud, and I was going to breed
with pussies. I don't recall having mated with real pussies, but this pussy
was a boy's. I hoped he would become pregnant, and I would take care of the
foal. In a strange tongue I told the lad about my love for him and his
tight pussy. I would make him very happy. He seemed to understand me
because he grunted and groaned louder and louder.

The old man clapped his hands, he was happy with his stud, I guess. I felt
the boy's arse muscles tighten every time I move back in, scouring the deep
entrails. The sweet guy helped us by skewering the boy real well on my
rigid rod. When I came to an explosion, I shot an uncountable load of sperm
in there and began whining uncontrollably .The boy had goose bumps all over
his skin. He trembled and shivered with every squirt of mine. I wanted to
hug him, but a tug at my leash made me bounce and my cock lost control and
flopped out of the boy, squirting the rest of it on the his bum.

"Amriki", the bad guy shouted at me. He had never shouted or called me like
that.  Was that my name or a command? They carried the boy off and I was
tethered to the pole again. It was getting colder and they must have seen
it, for the sweet man, after all had gone home, had come back with a
blanket for me.

Those were the first day of my horseman life. There were many rules, which
I didn't understand. When the men were gone, some of the finest young boys
came to see me, and not only see me. I became their mare. They did not want
me to ride them, which was OK with me, mentally, but it was harder for my
cock not show my interest in riding them. The one who tried to ride me
first, was a fifteen year old lad. He made it crystal clear that liked to
taste my backside. I knew I was stud, but I was too damn curious about
letting slip a chance away like that, so I let them force me to sit on all
fours and he shoved his hard buck's shaft up my crack.

That was my unforgivable mistake. I should never have allowed anyone to
ride me, for I am the one who rides. But it was too late. The news was out
the next day.  I got the gist of the why of a punishment. It seemed to be
an unwritten law that man can ride a boy but not otherwise. I had let that
happen and I hadn't been informed of the consequences.

The old man had me tied up at my hands and was whipping the hell out of
me. I never saw that boy again. No more sweet talk form the sweet man, no
more nice strokes on my butt by the disciplinarian. But the old man enjoyed
whipping my arse with his twigs. My butt cheeks were scarred with
crisscross marks. But it made no difference to the old bastard. I couldn't
do much as the two `brothers' were watching. One held the leash steadfast
and tugged at it with every lash I got. The baddie kept salt in a bucket
which he used as a threat to keep my obedient.

I only realized what the norm was when at night both men took turns on
me. Still naked I was, but for a blanket, but even that was going to be
taken away from me. All the boys were called for to witness this
humiliation. But they were told to strip and masturbate while watching me
getting punished once more.

When the D as I am going to call him, pushed my body down with my belly
plastered against the rocks, and spat in his hands I guessed what I was in
for.  I found the grinding and scrubbing of this hairless body to be so
masculine, that it turned me on. He noticed it and yelled at me, sticking
his finger straight up into my arse. Next, I had something fleshier and
warmer up there. I realized he used me now like I had used the boy. I was a
pussy to him. Respect gone, I was going to be used like a real pussy,
because I had allowed younger boys to ride me. Stupid of me, but I did try
to resist the Baddie, because his dick was not as nice as boy's.

The boys were wanking as mad, some of them had seated themselves; with legs
spread fingering their anus with one or two fingers. I presumed all those
who did that had lost their virginity to these men who were now abusing
me. I wasn't going to ride the boys no more. I was going to be the men's
and boy's whore forever, unless I tried to escape. But where to? Where was
I? I still had no idea and could not even speak a proper language. My
thoughts were abruptly put on hold as the baddie made his last pushes and
slaps against my backside, grunting like a boar, he gave it all to me. He
pulled out his fat dick and immediately the boys and men pelted pebbles at
me. They cheered the baddie and jeered at me when the Sweetman took over
form Baddie: The old fart slapped his thighs in delight of what was to
come.

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