Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 07:35:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Whoring Student Life 13

The guys had no pity on me, both orifices were being filled with meat and I
had no resistance.

-You speak Spanish? He asked when he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

-No, sir, I answered.

- Parlez Francais (you speak French?)?

- Un peu monsieur (a little bit), I retorted, the other one continued to
ride me full on, while I was still in a bended position.

-I speak English, I added fastly.

-Oh, very good. You good whore boy, I like white boys more than the Spanish
whore boys. They are no good, they are plank in bed, they only like to fuck
and not be fucked.

But you Belgian boy have good body and looks.

Having said that he pushed my head down and inserted his cut cock in my
mouth and mouth fucked me without one more word until he shook so hard I
knew what was coming. His liquid oozed in liters so to speak over my
tongue. I swallowed it all. The other guy pulled out too and shot the same
straight on my hair and rubbed my blond hair around his gland.

They sat down on the bed and caressed my legs, my arsecheeks and back.

-So soft you are...you are new here, not?

-Yes sir, I am.

-Good, your balls are heavy and well shaped, he said while he was weighing
them.

And they are not hairy, your whole body is not hairy, I think you are like
thirteen years old, is it true?

-Yes sir, I lied professionally.

-Your pussy is very tight, we have to stretch it some more.

-Ahmed, hand me that dildo up there, he said, pointing at the shelf, behind
my bed.

You boy, put yourself against the cross with your arms wide as you can and
your feet some distance from each other.

I got to the cross and did what was ordered.

Straight away they locked my wrists and on the cross. The man lit a
flashlight up my butt; the other guy lifted me from the air and pulled me
backwards with my feet in the air. I was hanging suspended over the floor
with my hands cuffed on the cross.

The smaller guy sat crouched under my cock and opened his mouth, while the
big guy was using my legs as if it was a pump arm. He brought me up and
down and I entered the guy's mouth and slid out again.

-Mmmh, the guy moaned. He is really good, Riad, he commented to the big
guy.

-Ok. Now, let's try the tools on him.

As I was standing on my feet, still in the dark and with the flashlight
lightening up my arse I heard a motor run. It wasn't loud, something
humming like the aerosol machine I have for my asthma.  The small guy still
under my bellybutton reached out for my cheeks and pulled them open and at
the same time the other guy, Riad forced a huge dildo up my butt, it was so
painful, I think I never had something that broad up my so called virgin
butt. But it was lubing itself, I felt the hot substance massage my inner
walls and I felt it dripping out of my hole like hot honey.

-Ok, we leave you standing like that for a few hours; this will be your
treatment in the morning and evening just after and before you have a
customer. Goodnight little Belgian whore boy.

-You mean you are not the customers, I asked.

-Exactly, my dear, we had you as a bargain, your friend Abdullah sold you
to us for a mere hundred thousand dollars. You are an asset to our
catalogue. Hasta la vista (see you later) he said and shut the door.

The oil was leaking on the floor and the vibrations made me hornier than
ever. My cock got harder and harder. I moved closer to the cross and rubbed
it against the cold metal, faster and faster, my glans totally exposed and
red rubbed, I finally shot my seed on the black metal and sighed. I wanted
to sit down or lie down but I couldn't. I stood there as said for hours. It
must have been evening or midnight when the door opened again. They pulled
out the enema tool and unlocked me.

-Put his on, the small guy barked.

A cold draft from the corridor swept over my frail body and I shivered.

I accepted the clothes made of Latex. It looked like a diving suit. It had
zippers in the back and front. The hood had horns of a goat sewn on it and
from the chin hung a beard of goat hair. The calves were covered with the
same hair too.

-We have a party for special guests and you have to play a faun.

-What is that, I asked.

- A creature from Greek mythology whish is half goat half man and very,
very horny creature. You will have to dance like crazy. Here take these for
starters.

He handed me some leafy square papers that weren't bigger than a
fingernail.

-What is this?

-Lsd, good for imagination. Put it on your tongue and it will melt and
later you are in heaven.

-I am not into drugs, I don't want this.

-Take it, now, you must.

-No.

The guy grabbed my head by the hair and pulled it backwards and threw the
drugs in my mouth.

-Good boy.

I'll be back in a minute.

I don't remember much. What I do remember is that I saw Japanese faces
totally distorted like if their faces were melting down.

I danced like crazy on delirious music, Pink Floyd I believe it was.

On the floor lay naked men and they were shitting in front of me, they
pushed me down into their shit and slid me over the floor until I was
totally covered by their yellowish diarrhea kind of excrements.

They were all naked after some time and I was the only boy. They shat on
me, licked it off my body, they forced my mouth open and pissed their whole
bladder empty over and in me. I ate and drank it all. They were laughing
and singing. It was a huge orgy.

All of a sudden they took me up from the floor and carried me to a place
where all the walls were covered with cushions. The Japanese followed the
owner. The whole room was colored red, the chairs and pillows and rugs were
red too. In the middle was a tub filled with red liquid.

-This is pig's blood; he pointed out to the guests.

The pool could take at least five people in. The Japanese had the time of
their life and jumped in it splashing in it. Then they pulled me in and
pushed me under a few times.

I must have looked like Sissy Spaceck in the movie Carrie. She was bathing
in blood.

The light got dimmed and then the Japs encircled me, pulling my cock in the
blood, grabbing my arsecheeks fingering it real hard.

-Suck my cock one said and pushed my head meanly over his tiny childlike
penis and then pushed me under again. I was sucking him while the blood
filled my nostrils. I was still stoned like an ape. I heard them giggle and
freak out hysterically. Some got under too and sucked me empty various
times.

Riad was filming it all. His cock stood hard under his caftan. Yes he was
an Arab; it seemed I couldn't get away from them. The room felt hot like a
sauna. When I had sucked all five of them, the room was filled with this
kind of smoke they used in pop concerts and a stroboscope was set at
work. Everything was flickering in my eyes. I remember being dragged out of
the pool and The Japs squatting over my body licking me from top to bottom
in every crevice possible.

Then a clock set off an alarm.

-Arigato, (thank you) the Arab Riad said to the still naked plump Japanese
men.

Please go to the sauna, gentlemen, wash up...your time is over and your
favorite boy has to take his beauty sleep.

The Japanese were surprised but gentleman like they let off me, one French
kissed me quickly and whispered in my ear: I will be back soon, I love you.

They hurried back to the sauna in a very submissive loyal Japanese way. The
all bowed in front of Riad.

He smiled and looked at me.

-You are a good investment; I will teach al the tricks the Japanese
want. You know they came all the way from Kyoto just for you. They have
over the years tried all my boys and when I have a new one they get like a
bonus of a month free use of the new one.

But they have peculiar ideas on how to make sex with boys. You will see.

He reached out for me and pulled me out with one hand.

-Come over here, little Belgian whore, let me kiss you.

He put his bearded face against mine separated my lips with a strong push
of his tongue and wrapped my tongue in his. He really went for it, it took
like five minutes. He couldn't stop.

He got carried away like me, because I don't know whether it was the drugs
that did it or if he really made me horny, but I grabbed his dick and
started masturbating him real fast.

-Ooh, boy, go on, he moaned.

He brought me to another complex and put me on my back over a marble table.

He stripped bare and pointed his huge Arab cut cock against my portal and
pushed slowly in and out. In and out he glided while licking my ears and
rubbing his hand through my blood covered body, pushing it between my
thighs and in my arm pits.

You are such a hot bitch, Itty, the hottest I ever had. Take this and this
and this, he moaned. He used no condom at all. I yearned for him and his
long thin snake like penis like a lewd bitch.

-Take me, my boss, take me more, I am yours every day, I heard myself cry.

Yes I was crying tears, I don't know why, but it turned him on even
more. He pushed and thumped my inner cavity like a mad man. He fucked me
for like half an hour.

Then finally he came around the marble bed and pulled me with my head
closer to his cock and thrust in and out of my mouth. I saw him upside
down.

-Please call me Sabu, I begged him.

-Why?

-Because I was in love with Sabu as a boy, I wanted to be dressed like a
little Hindu mahout. He was in a Korda's movie, called the thief of
Bagdad. Have you seen it?

-No, but if you like I will fuck you Sabu everyday and you will walk around
in a lungi.

A good idea, it will turn on the customers. We will find a nice turban and
present you as an English little sahib to the customers.

He kept on talking while he mouth fucked me. I played with his balls and
pushed my index finger in his arse. He heaved a little when it entered but,
moaned like a bitch as well.

-More, he said. More fingers.

Finally, my hand disappeared up to my wrist in his hairy arse hole. I was
nearly gagging when he squirted it all and I nearly bit his shaft away when
it leaked like cider inside.

-Good Sabu, save your strength for later.

He fell back on a chair; his caftan rolled up over his thighs, his cock
getting limper by the minute.

-Come off there and lick me clean, he ordered gently.

I swirled my tongue around his nuts and shaft and licked like a thirsty
puppy.

The cock looked like a light tower, the gland was tally radiating, the
balls were gold yellow and the hairs magenta colored. I saw his hairy slit
and moved his legs up.

Please Riad, let me lick your hairy arse, it looks like golden grass in
there and taste so rich in my mouth.

-You are some crazy boy, he whispered happily.

He laid his legs over the chair arms and I lapped and lapped until he
pushed my head back and said: enough. Go and get washed and have some rest.

In the morning you have another client.

 I nodded.

He drew my face near his and licked the sperm away from my hair.

-Good boy, I love you.

In bed I continued seeing weird things and I know for sure that even there
I wasn't left alone, despite him saying tomorrow. I was the toy of many
more men that night.

I am waiting to hear from you readers, check out the other chapters and
stories under my name.

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