Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:45:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mandrasat, Part 25

MANDRASAT
Part 25

(the author wishes to remain anonymous.  The story is
posted on his behalf by Pete Brown)

Ned dropped to his hands and knees between Cash's
outstretched legs; the smell and taste of his son's
semen hung heavy in his mouth and nostrils, and Cash,
moaning, gasping for breath, hung limp against
restraining chains suspended from the ceiling, his
hairless head and body glistening with sweat. Ned
gulped great mouthfuls of air, trying to block out the
vision of what he had just done to his son. His tears
and sweat ran onto the cement floor beneath him.
Horror, rage, fear, all tore at his mind. He had been
forced to suck his own son's cock in order to save his
life.
"Well done, slave," Shareem mocked derisively over the
chamber's PA system. "You have one more service to
perform for the whelp," he laughed.
The guards standing around Ned yanked him to his feet
on cue and dragged him behind Cash. The guard who had
first tortured Ned and Cash kicked off his boots,
shoved his fatigue pants and shorts down his legs and
kicked them off his feet, standing naked beside Cash's
splayed and shackled body. After a few moments of
viewing Ned's impotent rage, the guard, grinning
malevolently, turned and began slowly caressing the
young prisoner's torso and with his tongue, jabbing
the tip of it into the boy's right arm pit and sliding
it over and sucking on his nipple, his electric prod
held at the ready, his cock jutting out like an ax
handle from a thick swirl of jet black cockhairs.
"Listen to me, slave," Shareem's voice snarled out of
unseen speakers, "you will now fuck your cock up this
whimpering mewing slave's ass hole while my guard
makes sure you fuck him well by doing the same up your
hole."
Ned howled his disbelief and defiance at Shareem's
order, and instantly the guard slammed his prod
between Cash's muscled buttocks, sending him into a
paroxysm of agonized convulsions, his screams barely
muffled by the gag shoved into his mouth.
Jerking his head to the window separating Shareem from
his torture chamber, Ned howled again, "Stop! Stop it!
I'll do whatever you ask only stop killing my son!"
The naked guard standing next to Cash giggled
sadistically as he lightly tapped the live end of his
prod against the tip of the boy's tail bone, eliciting
further muffled screams and bodily spasms.
Ned cried out more loudly than before to stop his
son's torture, wildly promising he would do whatever
he was ordered to. The brute of a guard lowered his
prod, still grinning at Ned and fingering his own
stiff cock. A second guard who had also stripped naked
approached Ned and Cash, holding a tin can and
sneering contemptuously at both slaves; he stood
directly behind Cash, dipped his fingers into the can,
coating them with thick, brown gel which he roughly
worked into Cash's hole and anal cavity.
He then turned and faced Ned and scooped another hand
full of gel out of the can and, as Ned grimaced,
slowly and painfully layered it onto his stiffening
cock with a tightly clenched fist, jerking it to a
full rock hard erection. He repeated the savage
process into and around Ned's ass hole, then slowly
lubricated the first guard's stiff cock, grinning as
one anticipating his own pleasures to come.
The first guard handed his electric prod to one of the
guards standing around Ned, the second did the same
with the can of gel he was holding; both then shoved
Ned into place, flat up against Cash's back and
buttocks. The first guard pressed himself against
Ned's back, wedging his hard cock between Ned's butt
cheeks and shoving his hands in between Ned and Cash,
working Ned's cockhead toward Cash's hole.
"Slave," Shareem shouted into his microphone, "wrap
your arms around that slave's luscious young body in
front of you and pull it back tight against yours,
then take hold of his cock and jack it up and down as
you fuck his ass."
To the hoots and cheers of the five other guards
standing around, the first guard slammed himself into
Ned's back, grabbing him around the neck in a choke
hold and fucking his cock full force through his hole
and into his tightly clenched ass. Ned gasped at the
sudden shock of pain ripping through his guts. The
vicious momentum of the guard's forward thrust shoved
Ned's cock deep into his son's ass. Both slaves
screamed in pain; the guard roared in conquest. All
three cocks remained ramrod rigid, hard as steel.
Shareem shook his head and laughed lustily. "What a
marvelous sight to behold," he extolled. " The sire
fucking the whelp and a guard fucking the sire. Truly
delightful." Shareem continued to chuckle.
At that moment, Tariq entered the observation room and
stood next to Shareem behind the window, smiling
appreciatively at the orgy taking place on the other
side of the glass.
"A father son pair should command a great price on
Mandrasat's slave block," Shareem's assistant
commented. "I think there would be a large number of
your clients who would love to fuck a father fucking
his son, and," he giggled, "vice versa."
"I agree," Shareem answered, still chuckling at the
sight before him. "It is difficult to surpass the
pleasure of fucking one slave's hole who is at the
same time fucking a second slave's hole, but the sheer
dominance of compelling a slave father to fuck his
slave son is delicious beyond all telling." Both he
and Tariq laughed aloud even as they felt a surge and
tingle in their own cocks.
"I will depart in a few hours to continue the tour of
my companies on the Continent," Shareem continued,
after a few moments of awkward silence, and attempted
to pointedly resume his detached, business like voice.
"I want you to make sure these two are well prepared.
You have done an excellent job this past month
initiating my priest slave and the fighter pilot slave
into their new roles, so begin the basics with these
ones in theirs before transporting them to Mandrasat."
"Of course, Master Shareem," Tariq responded quickly.
"What sort of time schedule have you in mind?"
"My plan is to finish these worthless rounds of year
end bonus trips through Europe to enrich further my
fucking corporate executives. They are such dog shit
they don't even realize they also are my slaves, but
the time will come very soon," he clucked, "when these
so called movers and shakers of the EU economy will
surrender their sons and grandsons to me naked and in
chains for my auction block rather than lose their
wealth and prestige. " Then laughing sardonically he
said, "They are about to discover that their villas
and country estates are just variations on basic slave
cages." Tariq laughed along with his master.
"You will remain here a while longer, Tariq. Make sure
things are sufficiently underway with these two
slaves, before arranging to have them shipped to
Mandrasat. Begin the permanent hair removal process
tomorrow. In four days, have them branded, then four
days after that, fit them with genital cinches and
pierce them for their ear and nipple rings.
It is unfortunate that they are both circumcised. It
would have been amusing to watch them watching each
other being clipped, and." he added, grinning and
jerking his thumb toward the window, "to listen to
them listening to each other scream.
"Have one of our veterinarians give each of them a
thorough physical examination, inside and out. I want
every significant weight and measurement taken, their
cocks, their balls, their nipples, their ass holes.
Have them take samples of all their bodily fluids. Do
all this, Tariq, in the most humiliating manner
possible. I want them exercised every day, three hours
at least, as well as lengthy runs."
"Perhaps some cart and pony training as well," Tariq
smiled.
"An excellent suggestion, Tariq. Excellent. Follow
through on it, just remember we are in England in
January, not in Qassir. Do what you can. Inform the
kennels to prepare special nutrient mixtures
containing steroids and enzymes to accelerate muscle
bulk, and of course to ladle in large quantities of
whatever orgasm enhancing drugs they are currently
using."
"Tadalafil,"Tariq responded matter of factly.
"What?" Shareem asked sharply, not expecting an answer
nor appreciating the interruption.
"Tadalafil," Tariq answered nervously, "a chemical of
some sort that makes cocks hard for a very long time
and able to shoot huge amounts of cum."
"Quite," Shareem snipped. After a fleeting moment's
frown, he continued, "Both of these slaves are already
heavily hung with beefy cocks and balls, and, yes, I
definitely want them to toss prolonged hard ons and
shoot prodigious amounts of semen. A fuck match
between them and similarly enhanced Nubians back in
Mandrasat's combat ring as entertainment for some of
our special clients will greatly increase the bidding.
Word of mouth is invaluable," he chuckled without
amusement.
"If you need any special equipment or additional
Nubians, simply order them. You already have my
authorization in advance for whatever regimen you
decide upon.
"When you are ready to transport them to Mandrasat,
call for a Royal Household jet. Travel first to
Colonel Mustafa's air base. As usual with our special
deliveries, let him and his troops have fun with my
new slaves for two days, then ship them overland to
Mandrasat in one of the base's trucks."
After a pause of several minutes, staring intently
through the window at the violent rape scene unfolding
in the chamber, Shareem continued, "I will be flying
back to Qassir myself in ten days or so," he said
slowly, a distracted and cunning smile spreading
across his face.
Tariq, his head tilted to one side, looked quizzically
at his master.
"In two weeks," he explained, " Qassir will be hosting
an international fleet week for war ships from a dozen
countries, and," he intoned with mock pomposity,
"sponsoring a series of Olympic weight lifting trials,
and I am quite confident some excellent specimens from
those ships will be among the competitors, and I shall
be there to evaluate them.
"Certainly," he laughed, "young and muscular
Australians in the military have brought high bids on
the block for the past hundred years, as well as long
legged dimple assed Germans for centuries before that.
And none of my clients or my ancestors' clients could
ever resist lean, smooth skinned Frenchmen.
Especially," he guffawed, "lean and smooth skinned
French sailors. Who knows what jewels these modern
navies will produce which we can snare from the
Olympic stage for Mandrasat's auction block?"
"I think," he smiled broadly, "2002 is going to be a
very profitable year," sighing contentedly, he stepped
to the door, then looking back through the observation
room's window he said, "When the guards finish with
those two, let the Nubians have at them for a couple
of hours, then have them feed and watered; although
neither of them will be too hungry after our guards
and our Nubians finish feeding them cock.
Tariq chortled gleefully that, "If you add up the
length of all the cock they're going to be sucking
just today, it comes to almost twelve feet apiece.
Isn't that delicious?" he roared.
"Delightful, " Shareem responded approvingly "Have
them douched thoroughly; they will also have taken
twelve feet of cock up the ass," he laughed, "after a
good douching, have the Nubians scrub them shiny
clean. Have the older slave's head and body shaved as
well, just like the young one's.
"Why don't you take the young one yourself for the
night; he should be used to the feel and taste of cock
by then. Tomorrow give him to the Russian overseer,
Safik. He loves fucking young, hard bodied slaves, and
give the sire to whichever overseer you choose," still
grinning, he stepped through the door, pulling it shut
behind him.
Tariq bowed to the closed door and then turned his
attention back to the fuck fest as it reached climax.
The three writhing in fuck crazed frenzy on the other
side of the window howled in unison as they shot cum
at the same moment. While white ropes of semen
splattered the floor in front of him, Cash's
uncontrollably clenching gut muscles milked Ned's cock
ferociously in their crushing embrace as his in turn
squeezed the guard's fuck muscle almost flat. Three
rigid fiery cocks on the verge of splitting open like
ripe bananas, spit volley after volley .
Ned, Cash, and the guard were drenched in one
another's sweat; Ned, his cock plowing deep into his
son's ass, continued mindlessly jerking Cash's cock as
though he were jerking his own, as the guard viciously
dug his cockhead repeatedly into Ned's prostate, the
maddeningly hot nub bulging through the wall of his
fuck chute and seemingly consuming his being.
Fuck insanity had a tight grip on them for many
minutes, though imperceptively, it began to diminish.
A few moments more of violent fuck spasms, then only
droplets of semen bubbled out of three blisteringly
hot piss holes. A few moments more and the cocks
themselves began to soften in their prisons of
straining flesh.
Grabbing Ned hard by the hips, the guard fucking him
from behind savagely yanked him back out of Cash's
fuck chute and himself out of Ned's. The two slaves
cried out as the cocks ripped through their ass holes,
and the walls of their cum smeared bowels glued
themselves to each other in their wake.
The guard shoved Ned into the grasping hands of the
five guards standing around waiting for their turns
with Shareem's new slaves, while the sixth guard who
had greased Cash's hole pounced on the young slave,
wrapping his arms tight around the boy's waste pulling
him back and down hard as he drove his cock full
length up into the boy's hot and still tight fuck
hole.
Cash cried aloud again in pain through his gag, but
not just in pain. This guard knew instinctively where
to find the slave's fire knot and how to rake it with
his granite hard cock.
Ned was dragged back to his original place of
restraint, his wrists shackled together and his arms
stretched above his head by the chain hanging from the
ceiling; his legs were spread wide and his ankles
cuffed to clamps in the floor. Nothing could describe
his impotent despair as he hung stretched taut between
floor and ceiling watching his son being gang fucked
by a line of jeering and hooting thugs, naked now and
thick with body hair, jacking their own rigid cocks.
Suddenly Ned's head was jerked back in a powerful
strangle hold; in spite of the crushing pressure
squeezing his throat, he attempted to scream aloud as
a red hot poker tore through his ass hole, battering
his burning tortured gut muscles. The guard now
fucking him also knew where to aim his cock thrusts,
how to drive himself and Ned instantly to incendiary
lust frenzy. So much was Ned's brain overwhelmed by
the sudden onrush of throbbing pulsating agonizing
fuck madness that it short circuited his vision and
the sight of his son's rape just ten feet in front of
him evaporated from his mind.
Spasms throttled his consciousness as much as the
guard's cock throttled his fire knot, a steel hard
fuck shaft pounding through slave muscles tightly
clenched. With his torturer mauling him, his fingers
digging into his flesh, adding to the bolts of fuck
spasms lacerating his body, Ned ground his ass down
harder and harder against each forceful thrust
scraping the fiery knob inside. He lusted to be
devoured by the sheets of flame erupting out through
his entire body.
He was no longer Ned Collier. No longer a person. No
longer a man. He was cock. Total cock. Every cell,
every nerve ending, every muscle, every organ burning,
straining, pounding him to orgasm. The guard's cock
battered Ned's ass, his fist jack-hammered his cock,
crushing his fuck tube shut, forcing scalding hot
semen to build to a boiling hot reservoir pressing
against the sealed, burning passageway; he was body,
soul, being a swirling lake of fiery lava building to
eruption.
Ned's mouth hung open, but his screams had ceased; his
eyes bulged, but saw nothing; his back arched as he
strained hard against his wrist and ankle restraints;
the guard balanced himself on the balls of his feet,
his back also arched, his fist squeezed tight at the
base of Ned's cock, his own jammed straight up into
Ned's body, then both cocks exploded.
Ropes of cum ripped through constrained fuck tubes,
searing the lips of their piss holes. Slave and guard
screamed in lust and agony, convulsing together as
mindless fuck frenzy hammered their bodies. Each time
Ned shot a volley of cum, his gut muscles squeezed and
milked the guard's.
Time did not exist for slave or guard; all that
existed were their cocks blowing cum over and over
until the frenzy began to subside. When cum began to
dribble out of their softening hard ons and sweat
streamed from their bodies mixing together, dampening
the floor beneath them, the guard hung limp on Ned's
body, his cock still planted deep in his ass. Both
gasping for air.
Slowly Ned became aware of himself as the thick cloud
of fuck fury slowly lifted. Gradually he became aware
of the guard's naked body draped around his own, one
arm over his shoulder, the other hanging down over his
hip, his hand grasping at Ned's cock and balls. And
slowly, he became aware of a horror occurring in front
of his eyes.
Cash was no longer strung up by a chain to the
ceiling, his ankles no longer clamped to hooks in the
floor, his wrists no longer shackled, the gag ripped
from his mouth. The guards had torn away his
restraints and dragged him to the floor; two guards
pinned his wrists, and two more held his legs up and
spread.
A fifth guard knelt on Cash's chest, pinning his head
between his thick muscled thighs, his ass pumping back
and forth, his cock planted in Cash's mouth. The sixth
guard squatted between Cash's upended legs, flat
against his buttocks, his hands tightly gripping the
slave's hips, slamming his cock in and out of his ass.
The seventh guard continued to hang as dead weight on
Ned's back.
"No! Oh God No!" Ned cried as he watched his son being
ass and mouth fucked on the floor in front of a
semicircle of screeching and howling monsters. "You
bastards," he screamed. "You motherfuckin bastards!"
He shook violently against his restraints, unknowingly
bringing his guard back to full awareness. He felt the
guard's arm beginning to tighten around his neck and
his hand begin to squeeze his cock and balls. The
guard was fully ready for a second fuck. Ned struggled
uselessly as the guard's hardening cock shoved its way
up into his ass again. And the more he struggled, the
more the fire of lust burned in the guard's flesh.
After each guard had his turn fucking Cash's ass and
mouth, he would take his third fuck in Ned's ass. Cum
spilled out of the sides of Cash's mouth, even though
he had been forced to swallow each load. Cum puddled
underneath his ass hole, as one cock after another
drilled into his guts and was yanked back to shoot its
load over over his cock and balls and hairless abs.
Cum also squirted out of Ned's ass hole as each new
cock pounded its way balls deep through all the
previous loads.
The guards took over three hours fucking Ned and Cash
and playing with their bodies, punching, squeezing,
twisting, biting, relishing the weakening level of
screams the two slaves were able to produce.
Three and a half hours after Ned was forced to kneel
in front of Cash and suck his cock, Tariq entered the
torture chamber smiling. He was the only one in the
room not naked, the only one in the room not sprawled
on the floor, the only one in the room not exhausted
from a three hour fuck fest.
"Come on, boys," he shouted, clapping his hands
loudly. "You've had your go at these two fine
specimens. Now it's time," he smiled broadly, "to let
our Nubians have some fun,"
and laughing out loud, he snapped his fingers, a door
flew open, and a dozen naked, hairless, black Nubians
charged into the room. They were taller and more
muscular than any of the guards, than Ned's six foot
four inches, and their cocks, bouncing wildly up and
down in front of them, were by far the longest and
thickest of any in the room.
With another snap of his fingers, Tariq held the
Nubians at bay while the guards picked up their
clothing and unchained Ned from his restraints,
tossing him to the floor next to Cash. Before he could
reach out to his son lying motionless on the floor,
Tariq snapped his fingers again, and the Nubians
pounced.
Six giggling, clucking Nubians dragged Ned to the far
end of the room, away from Cash; they cried out for
each other, but the shouting and cat-calls from the
guards, standing around waiting for the fun to begin,
and the screeching of the Nubians, drowned out Ned's
and Cash's cries. They were each buried under an
avalanche of black, muscled flesh.
Ned tried to fight back, but even on the best of days,
he was no match for six powerful adversaries. His arms
were pinned to the floor, his legs yanked up, bent at
the knee, and forced back against his chest. He
screamed as he watched a grinning Nubian licking his
lips, squatting over his ass, spreading his buttocks
apart, and shoving his massive cock into his red and
swollen cum clogged hole.
Once the Nubian fucking Ned had rammed his cock fully
into his ass, the ones holding the slave's legs apart
yanked them back and around the Nubian's grinding
hips; he'd already clamped his huge hands around Ned's
hips, pulling and pushing his body back and forth
against the rough and abrasive thrusts of his cock.
Three more black cocks drilled Ned's ass, their cum
splattering against his bowels, before a Nubian fell
onto his chest, squeezing his hard muscled thighs
tight on either side of his victim's head, grabbing
handfuls of his hair and violently twisting and
yanking them, almost tearing the hair from his scalp.
Ned had no option but to open his mouth to scream, but
his scream was gagged swiftly by a thick Nubian cock
plowing into his mouth.
Tariq left the chamber shortly after the Nubians began
simultaneously ass and mouth fucking Ned and Cash. He
did not return for over three hours, deciding that was
sufficient time for the black slaves to enjoy a sample
of what the two white ones had to offer. Upon entering
the room, he saw that some of Shareem's guards had
stayed for the whole show; some stood, some squatted,
some sat on the floor, most were still naked; some had
pulled on their undershorts, others, just their socks.
They roared with laughter as the Nubians drove their
huge fuck muscles deep into Ned's and Cash's mouth and
ass holes. Shareem's assistant shouted above the din,
ordering everything to come to a stop.
Anticipating his command, the guards began pulling on
their clothing, some wiping strings of cum from the
tips of their cocks with a sock or handkerchief. In
their native language, Tariq ordered the seven guards
to drag Ned and Cash to a latrine and the Nubians to
accompany them.
In the latrine, the guards were to use clippers to
shear all the hair from Ned's head and body, then six
Nubians were to drag him into the showers, lather him
up and use straight razors to shave his whole body,
even his pain wracked ass hole, down to the skin. The
six remaining Nubians were to drag Cash to a toilet
and douche him, cleaning out the huge load of semen
from his bowels. After Ned had been shaved from head
to foot, his six Nubians dragged him to a toilet next
to his son where he was also douched.
Never in their most hellish nightmares had Ned or Cash
ever conceived of the kind of barbaric brutality they
were undergoing, their bodies cauldrons of pain, their
minds paralyzed by fear. Tariq stood smiling
contentedly, holding a large, open steel ring which he
handed to one of the guards.
"Snap this around the older slave's neck to match the
one around the younger one's," he ordered, "naked and
hairless, they look almost like twins." And in less
than a minute, Ned and Cash both had slave rings
hanging around their necks.
Tariq was right, without hair or clothes they did look
almost like twins.
Ned's muscular frame was thicker, more bulky, more
defined; Cash was lean, his skin taut with the patina
of youth. Their faces, their cocks, their ball sacks
all virtually identical. "Yes." Tariq thought, "these
two will bring in a fortune on the auction block."
Again in a language unfamiliar to the two white
slaves, Tariq ordered the Nubians to return the two to
the showers and scrub them until their skin glowed,
then he called three guards to his side.
"Gentlemen," he said addressing the guards, "I have a
bit of entertainment in mind for us tonight. After the
Nubians have finished scrubbing the slaves, I want you
to escort the younger one to Master Shareem's pleasure
room on the ground floor. Wear only your boots and
fatigue pants. I want you naked," he grinned, "at the
snap of a finger," then Tariq snapped his finger. The
guards were delighted at their assignment.
-0-
While Ned was being ass fucked, his body stretched
taut, cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling of
Shareem's rape chamber, Brett and Ballard were also
undergoing tortures of the damned at Mandrasat. Their
bodies still ached with pain from the branding of
their asses , the piercings of their nipples and ear
lobes and the brutal insertion of slave rings through
the puncture wounds. Their condition made no
difference to Kasim or Zarak. Slaves had to be worked.
Those were Shareem's orders, and Kasim and Zarak, as
his prize overseers at Mandrasat, knew the penalty for
ignoring orders.
Slaves at Mandrasat had no way of knowing exactly what
day it was, or what date, and many of the auction
slaves had lost track of what month it was. If asked,
they probably would have guessed the year correctly as
2002, or at least December, 2001. For the first four
days of the New Year, Brett and Ballard worked as
field slaves, six hours a day under the desert sun.
They began each day before dawn with a two hour run on
the dirt roads circling Mandrasat followed by an all
too brief feeding period which could best be described
as survival of the fittest.
Ages ago, a low standing trough had been dug along an
inner wall in Mandrasat's main courtyard; its purpose
to provide water for man and beast. Over the centuries
it had been adapted to other even less sanitary uses.
Most recently. it had been fitted to a pumping system
which led to the kennels located below the courtyard,
and before the two dozen auction slaves charged into
the courtyard for their morning feedings, the trough
would be pumped to overflowing with slave slop. The
slaves had to kneel at the trough, bent over, sucking
the green and brown slime into their mouths.
Shareem deliberately rebuild the trough to accommodate
only fifteen slaves, and the food was not replenished,
so only the strongest, fittest, and most aggressive
slaves ate their fill while others were left to scrape
the residue from the sides of the trough. Feeding
times became a frenzy of biting, punching, kicking,
grappling, of slaves dragging slaves away from the
trough by grabbing them by their necks, ankles, hips,
cocks, balls. Curses and threats exploded around the
trough in half a dozen different languages.
New to the fury of Mandrasat's morning feeding, Brett
had been hurled away from the trough over the past
couple of days, protecting his wounds, bruises, and
abrasions. He'd gone hungry until the evening feeding
which always took place in overseers' rooms, and was
always accompanied by much fucking and bodily mayhem.
By the end of the first week of January, Brett had had
his fill of losing his battles for breakfast.
The new meek and curvaceous auction slave, branded,
fitted with a steel slave collar, steel ear and nipple
rings, a genital cinch, and lusted after by every
resident of Mandrasat would be submissive and timid no
longer. Zarak looked on as his slave protege battled
his way to the trough.
"He has taken his first step to the combat ring,"
Zarak thought approvingly. "This will make our time
together more strenuous, but much more enjoyable." He
chuckled to himself as he turned and saw Kasim
watching his slave charge, Ballard, fighting alongside
Brett to secure their feeding space.
Catching Kasim's eye. Zarak jerked his head toward
Brett and Ballard warding off attacks against their
spots. Kasim smiled back at Zarak, nodding his head up
and down. Both overseers knew their charges were
destined for the combat ring, then to be sold as
gladiators to the highest bidders. Zarak felt his cock
hardening as he contemplated his sessions in the ring
with his slave. Kasim laughed out loud as he watched
Zarak's huge fuck muscle rise majestically to its
full, rock hard erection. How good it is to pass from
stage one to stage two!
-0-
January 4, 2002 was the date for the USS Everett
Ralston to exit Dar es Salaam harbor on the morning
tide for its next port, Mombasa; it was also the day
on which Sean Olivier and Jeremy Posten and their
drinkin and fuckin buddies got a handle on their New
Years Eve binge hangovers. Sean and Jeremy found
themselves the butts of many crude jokes and rude
analogies.
"Hey, Sean. Hear you lost half your cock to local
cunt."
"It's still twice as long as yours, asshole."
"You fuck assholes too. Whose? Your twink Jeremy?"
"How would you like to walk around without a head?"
"You tellin us we're comin to blows?"
"Just pucker up, Honey. I'll give you the ride of your
life/"
Jeremy wisely chose not to get involved in the crude
repartee, managing instead to cajole Sean to the
ship's exercise room before he took a swing an some
shipmate. Neither did much exercising on this short
leg of the cruise; it was only two and a half days to
Mombasa at a leisurely speed.
"I don't think I can take another booze and fuck
fest," Jeremy rasped, still residing
in the suburbs of alcohol poisoning.
"Me neither," Sean replied unenthusiastically. "Let's
stay on board, work out and get psyched for the
competition. We've got just about two weeks to make
sure we make the cut. We got hotel reservations in
Qassir for that weekend, Friday to Sunday. Now I got
to go and stand under a hot shower for a couple of
hours. See you later, Bud."
The Everett Ralston would arrive in Mombasa on Sunday,
January 6, for a three day good will visit, then sail
on to Qassir on the Ninth, arriving late on the night
of Wednesday, January 16. Sean and Jeremy were both
registered to compete in the Qassir Olympic Weight
Lifting Trials on Friday and Saturday. Shareem's seat
was permanently reserved for him at the trials in the
front row, and as usual, opera glasses would be
provided compliments of the Qassir Sports Palace.

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