Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 10:03:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: My whoring student life part 17

For some reason, that I didn't understand I was left in peace with my Negro
boy for nearly a month or so. The boss occasionally popped in to see how I
was doing and how the training went on with my little slave boy. I wondered
why I was not in demand anymore; it even affected my self esteem a bit. But
nevertheless anyone who came to visit me was all smiles. They brought my
food which I shared with Negro boy. We had grapes and mangoes and even
pomegranates in-between our meals. I had called him Ceuta but that name
would probably not stick with him once he was listed on the catalogue.

After that first night he hadn't become totally docile as I had hoped
for. I rode him at least three times a day. He had come to trust me as I
didn't inflict pain on him or actually raped him like the cops in Ceuta had
done to him. His Spanish was still a minimal. He couldn't write or read,
but who cared? He was a sex slave like I was, but he was mine and he would
have to obey anything I said or told him to do. He had understood that. It
was sometimes a drag to be with him the whole day in the same room; after
all he was like three years younger than me. I had been promised many
things by the boss, some of it I got quite fast, like my lungi. I had also
achieved to have my hair dyed pitch black and I was allowed to use eyeliner
or mascara. I wanted to look like a Indian boy. The boss had bought me a
silk lungi that came straight from Calcutta. He said that he had friends
there. He boasted that he had made love to many Indian boys form West
Bengal. I was all ears when he told just a story. My cock grew hard and
made a huge tent in my lungi, when he saw that he smiled.

-You are a good boy, he whispered, I will take good care of you, better
than Riad, but you must do a good job with the Negro here, you understand?

I nodded and looked at the boy next to me who was holding my hand. His eyes
grew bigger when we both looked at him.

He was wearing his tight holed Bermudas. I had actually made an extra hole
in it around his willie. As soon as we talked about him it grew stiff and
rose up from the gaping hole. His very dark nuts were puny but delicious to
touch and hold. When his rod grew stiff he became kind of embarrassed and
quickly laid his hands over it.

-Tssss, I corrected him, let go, off those hands. Our boss may see
everything because he owns us, you hear.

Of course, he didn't understand so I pulled his hands away and put them
next to his buttocks.

-Like this, I said firmly.

The boss smiled again and said:- you still got lots of work with him, don't
you.

How far have you gone with him, Sabu?

-I don't know boss, I think he doesn't take me seriously, because I have no
balls. And a boy without balls is no boy, isn't he.

-Those butchers of Arabs, I pity you, but I promised you that I would help
you, didn't I?

I nodded, but felt sad nevertheless.

-How, sir, will you help me?

-Look, Sabu, I know a very good surgeon, he loves boys so much. When he
heard about your case he got so angry. He wants to see you soon. I will
lift the tip of the veil to tell you this much: he will operate you under
anesthesia and give you back your manhood. He has over the years of working
in different hospitals in the world collected quite a number of genuine
boy's testicles. They were frozen in, and he is pretty sure that when he
put some in from another boy that it will work for you. You would be his
first experiment and it would remain a secret, the world will never find
out about this primeur, you must understand this. It is up to you to say
whether it'll be a yes or no, but if I were you, I would say yes. What have
you got to lose, Sabu?

He then put his hand under my lungi and went for my ball sac. He fumbled it
a bit and said, poor Sabu. In a week's time you could gain back your balls
and squirt every drop of your nectar in that boy's love tunnel or
mouth. Wouldn't you like it?

He had undone my lungi and I sat now naked next to the boss who had come
and sit next to me on the bed. The boss' head lowered itself onto my hard
cock and with his lips he peeled back the foreskin. I turned to Ceuta and
said:

-Ceuta, look how he does it, you must learn how to do this, you hear?

.-Leh,he said and curled his lips in a grin of disgust.

He turned his head away and looked the other side. My brain was like
concentrating in how to teach him a lesson or how to make him do the things
he had to do one day, but the suction at my cock and the rimming tongue
over my empty nut sac made it impossible. Still, I didn't let go. I grabbed
Ceuta's head with both hands and pushed him towards my groin.The boss had
seen the movement and let my cock flop out of his mouth.. He grabbed
Ceuta's hips and I pushed the boy's head over my lord which was still wet
of the boss's saliva.This was the second time I had to force him doing
this, though he had sucked once or twice, I couldn't figure out why
sometimes he was so obstinate in refusing me. But here with some force he
did his job, probably afraid because the boss held him firmly down on the
bed. I couldn't help notice how the boss got hard to in his track suit. In
a minute he undid his pants and underwear. With his strong hands he got the
boy up and standing bent over with his arse towards the boss's face.  Ceuta
went on sucking me hard; the sucking noise drove me mad. The boss plowed
his nose deep into the boy's crack and started licking away through the
virgin hole. Well it wasn't really virgin because I had been in it ever
since he was with me. He was still unable to cum; this was the hardest part
for me. I never knew when his orgasm would come. But, his crack hole was
opening up more and more and he wouldn't flinch so much as soon as I wanted
in. He was moaning now, He enjoyed the licking of his butt so much. I think
that was it. He had finally accepted that sex could be wonderful at his age
and that there was nothing to be hung up about it. The boss squirted his
cum on the floor while his body was quaking like hell. Funny thing was,
that he himself didn't seem to be at ease to be seen in this kind of
situation.. He grabbed some toilet paper from the night table, cleaned the
floor with it and than made a quick move to the door.

-We'll talk later, Sabu, remember...a yes or a no.

-It's a yes, sir, I replied with quivering lips.

-OK then, that's settled. Take care of your boy; he is on the right track.

I thank you for that. See you soon.

The door closed and we stretched ourselves on the bed.

-Ceuta, what movie do you want to see?

Oh, never mind, I think I will watch The thief of Bagdad once more.


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