Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2006 13:36:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: My life as a whoring student part 19

My life as a whoring student  part  19   by Aihu Fist


Ceuta had his eyes closed when I woke up. His left knee sat in my empty
scrotum as if it was the most natural position, as if his knee wanted to
make me feel empty. I missed my balls so badly. I was eunuch and only
fifteen years old. Yesterday night, the boss had told me a few stories of
how revered the eunuchs in India and China were, back in ancient days
before the British Raj ruled the country and before the Communists took
over from the Chinese emperor. But even in Morocco they had black slaves
who had been castrated to serve the Sultan as guards of his harem, the same
was the case in the old Constantinople.

You won't believe me, he said, but in India there are still some 400.000
eunuchs who gather every year in Arananda somewhere in Chennai, where they
have sex to commemorate the battle victory of Rama against a general. Rama
supposedly had turned himself into a woman to conquer the general and make
love to him.

The Scandinavian had asked me if I was happy at his place or if I rather
wanted to leave him. I was afraid to answer, I didn't trust the guy. He
asked me also how many times I fucked the kid and if his portal gate was
getting larger and more used to my cock. I said he was. The boss smiled and
his eyes twinkled like he had something up his sleeve.

-Ok, he said, tonight I will bring you a set of big dildos which you must
insert in his asshole. It is about time he gets used to a real fat
cock. You put one in his mouth on which he can chew for the pain and the
other one you shove up his tiny hole, you hear.

-Yes, boss, I replied meekly.

While he said this, he grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch. It was
hard already. My lungi made a tent as well. His eyes squinted and he asked
me:

-Do really like men, Sabu or do you pretend?

-I like boys, boss; only boys, I stammered.

The boss smiled again and continued:

-But you like cocks, don't you otherwise how would you get hard now.

-Because we talk about Ceuta, boss, he turns me on.

-I see, he said and lifted my lungi.

-Why don't you wear any underwear, Sabu?

-The other owner prohibited any underwear, sir, because he would barge in
here at any time and we had to be ready instantly when he wanted to fuck
us.

-I see, he answered again.

-What kind of underwear would you like, Sabu?

-Any kind sir.

-I think some silk lace would suit you nicely.

Now close your eyes, Sabu.

-Why sir?

-Just do it and relax. Ok, now open them.

As I opened it, he thrusted a box in my hands.

-This is my present for you. Open it.

I was in for a surprise when I saw what was inside. A silk emerald lungi
attached to transparent silk undies with a gold print on it.

-Try them on, please.

He helped me to strip off my cotton Bengali lungi while caressing my fine
shoulders. He breathed hard and fast through his nose and kissed me in the
neck. I got shivers down my spine when his hot breath blew over my shoulder
blades down to the curve of my spine. The lungi lay on the floor and the
new shiny one was held in front of my cock. The boss descended onto his
knees and held the smooth silk fabric just under my knees.

-Step in it, please, he whispered hoarsely.

 I looked down at the crotch of a translucent glitter. It was made for a
full nut bag, I though and instantly I felt a lump in my throat and laid my
hands over the useless fleshy bag.

-Go on, Abu, it is for you.

I lifted one leg and passed my foot over the lungi into the leg opening. I
felt a kiss on my buttock.

-Now the other one, there you go!

He stood up and slid the new garment over my bum. The he came round in
front of me and lowered his jeans. I was looking at a leaking glans that
peaked over the rim of a thong he was wearing.

-This one is for you too, my dear. Come and stroke it a bit.

I had trouble keeping my own pecker quiet in front of the boss, but the
silk was so soft on my skin, it was mixed with elastic material because it
stuck so nicely to my body parts.

-God, Sabu, you are a prince of thousand and one nights.

He paused and then hesitantly he continued:

-You know, I received a letter from a Turkish young man who wants to visit
you and actually take you away. But I won't let him. You are my most
valuable asset.

I listened but as on automatic pilot I lowered my head and took his
swelling head in my mouth and sucked up the fluid thin thread that landed
on my tongue. He held me steady by resting both his hands on the crown of
my head, softly pushing it up and down.

-Oh god, he moaned, you are the king of sucking, truly, and I swear on my
mother's grave that I have never had such an experience. You look so young;
you don't look your age at all. Mmmmmmhhe, ooh, Sabu, as a matter of fact
tomorrow I will have your pubic hair removed by depilation. None of my
customers like pubic hair or even armpit hair. Oooooooooh, yeah, go on.

I was wrapping my agile and swift bucal muscle around his gland and nearly
pulled it off his shaft. His pushing became more intense and violent.

-That's a boy, that's the way to go, he gibbered.

-Ok now, I am going to shoot, you take it all in...uuughgh

I received the warm load down my gullet and cleaned his balls as well. He
fell on the bed pulling me along and braced my chest against his.

-Oh, Sabu, what else do you need in live but a good hour of fucking. How
many boys have you fucked?

-Only a few, sir.

-How old were they?

-6, 7 and 13.

-Wow, really?

-Well some of them only between the legs. But the one I loved they took
away from me.

-Who? Where?

-His name is Luc and he is in Germany. He is in the book here.

-Really?

-Yes, I said and I grabbed the catalogue.

-Gosh, he is gorgeous, I agree. Tell you what, I see to get him back for
you, but maybe I would have to swap him for another boy. Would you like to
trade him with Ceuta?

I thought for what seemed an endless hour.

-Well what do you say?

To my surprised, I said: -no.

-Why?

-He is getting to old for me and I have gotten hooked on Ceuta.

Having said this I looked at Ceuta sleeping on his tummy on a blanket on
the floor..

-You really have a crush on him?

-Yes sir, I know I am taming him and he is getting used to me, though he
still likes prancing and pulling at my scrotum in the night just to hurt me
for pleasure.

-You think he is like a little sadist?

-Yes, he is and maybe I am more a passive boy and take to pain easier than
he does.

When he pulls at my nut bag, I feel that I have something in there.

-God you really are obsessed with your nut bag, don't you.

-When will I get the operation, boss?

-Well this was supposed to be a surprise, but it is scheduled for the end
of the week.

The testicles come from a boy who died of cancer in a hospital in
Madrid. He was only ten years old. So they are tiny, but they may grow. But
to be honest, I would hate to see you grow into a man and you would do the
same. Why want balls? Do want to marry later and have kids?

-No, of course not, I heard myself say. But I look so unmanly now.

-We can put fake balls in it and you would never feel pain if someone hit
you in your bag. What do you think?

Again I paused for a long time.

-Do I look cute, boss?

-Sure, my angel.

-Will I stay like this for a long time?

-You will and so will your boy's voice, believe me. You are an exceptional
case.

The sight of Sabu next to us, totally naked and with his thumb in his
mouth, aroused both of us.

-Do you think what I think, he asked and his eyes twinkled again.

-Yes, sir I said.

-Ok. Let's do it then.

We switched off the light and moved to where Ceuta was sleeping. He lay on
the floor on a blanket.

- Here take the K-Y tube.

I uncapped the tube and crouched.

-Shhhh, softly spread his legs and then lower yourself silently over his
bottom. He is deep asleep.

While he said this he lifted Ceuta's head inch bit by bit, pushing his chin
up.

I by the same token lubed his crevice with my index finger. It was very
sweaty and it gleamed in the darkness. He didn't move a bit.

-Ok now slowly turn him on his side and then on his back.

I had his arse muscles clenched around my finger while he lay on his
side. Still no heavy breathing. His chest moved up and down at the rhythm
of a peaceful dream.

 Both of us now turned him on his back.

-That's it. -God what beautiful lips and eyelashes the boy has.

He nimbly stroked though his curled locks. My finger was still locked in
Ceuta's warm seat. The muscles wouldn't let go but the lubing helped me to
leave his tunnel unharmed.  The boss now put his one hand over the boy's
chin and the other over his nose taking the upper part of the mouth. The
wet thumb fell out of it.

The boss who was now stark naked moved closer and stood over the boy's
face. The hairy balls were dancing over the gaping mouth.

-Look, he whispered, I am going to descend into his mouth, but you ready
yourself to enter his sacred cave. Are you ready?

-Hang on sir, I will lift his legs up and put them over my shoulders.

I lubed my own cock which was thrilling with anticipation and placed it
against the portal. Synchronically we moved in. There was no resistance at
all, he was sleeping and his boy hole gave way. It was apiece of cake. Then
the boys head moved sideways and mumbled something. The boss stopped for a
minute, I continued nevertheless enjoying myself pretty much. But the boss
now pushed his cocking into the boy's mouth. At first he sucked it
automatically as in a reflex. Then the inevitable happened. Ceuta woke up
with a cock between his lips and one screwing his tight ass. But the boss
pinned down his arms and lunged over him to get the boys' cock and suck it
real hard. Our faces met with a victorious smile. To our surprise, Ceuta
began to pump his own rod into the boss' mouth. We had a threesome and it
was absolutely amazing. It didn't take long before we all exploded and fell
back overcome with an orgasm. We wiped ourselves clean, had a coke after
and went to sleep. I dreamed of my new balls, surely the boss dreamed about
me, but what did Ceuta dream of? I had no clue.

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