Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 14:10:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student 27

My life as a whoring student     part 27                       by Aihu Fist

This copyrighted as soon as it appears on the web.

The Circumcision.

   I still remember the thunder of voices that woke me up that day. I was
alone in bed and like a lost child I patted the bed looking for Omar. The
curtains were shut; hence it was still very dark in the room. Then like a
blast of lightning, the door was thrown open. Omar stood their in his
finest clothes ever. His eyes shone like diamonds, such was the happiness I
read through them.

-My sweet, sweet Alex, let me get you out of bed and carry you to the
bathroom in my arms.

  I was stunned, not knowing what was going on, but he did carry me away
through the living room and into the bathroom. He put me down and walked
around me like a peacock.

  -Look at you my dear, you are so well developed, not a child anymore. You
got the round firm buttocks of young man, the strong legs that makes you
stand tall, long and slim like the gazelle's. They let you run for the
predators like me. You possess the soft nipples one would love to suckle on
till one dies. They stand out like the Eiffel tower on a body worthy of the
Greek gods.  By Allah, I should not forget your manhood, which is the pride
and crown on your approaching bond with manhood. It is true that you still
haven't grown a man's voice or sport too much of pubic hair. But who cares?
I don't; I like you this way.

His hand stroked my cock with endearing love and with his index and thumb
he climbed my foreskin and squeezed it real hard, stretching it to the
limit.

-This, is what I don't like, and my Lord has requested me to bring you in
from the infidels to our cherished Islam.

He pushed the skin all the way back, just behind the gland and said.

-Look how clean and manly it appears now. The head stands for your
maleness, you will be a macho who shall fuck hundreds of little boys, I
swear by Allah, you shall not be fucked by none anymore, because it would
be a shame to the temple of god, which you are, my dear Alex.

At this I point it was hard to believe that what he said was what he meant.

-Now I will prepare you for the coming event.

   From behind the shower curtain, he came up with various flasks and a
variety of strong smells. Most of them were oil based, in which he rubbed
his hands. Once he had me all oily, he patted all of my limbs and greased
them real well till I shone like an eel in bucket of slime. He greased me
everywhere; of course, a man like Omar wouldn't forget to rub my balls and
cock and the crack of my arse.

-Now, you are ready? Then give me a hand and let's walk.

   As I moved into the living room again with him I saw a cheering crowd of
men. The older ones wore their best suits and had a fez on their head. I
froze instantly seeing so many people looking at my nakedness. They started
shouting, singing, ululating at the top of their lungs as soon as I got in
the picture. Then it all died down and everything became more serene when
they took me to an adjacent room. I was to sit on a different bed that was
beautifully decorated with the most luxurious bedspread Omar had in his
home.

  A man with a beard dressed like a sheikh appeared. He began with throwing
saffron over my body and next came melting butter on my skin. I looked like
a fleshy chandelier, that well I glimmered.

   Omar came closer to me and I asked him if he had been afraid when he was
young.

- They were all older than I was, he said. Before the operation our
families rubbed our bodies with butter too and with saffron so that we
shone just like you do now. We were circumcised in turn, sitting on a rock,
he added, as if that was of any consolation to me now. I have no idea
whether all of the people he had invited loved boys too, but some of them
grabbed their crotch unabashed, handling their rock hard one underneath
their djelabas. Omar did not refrain either from massaging my cock, and
rummaging below my balls in front of the `sheikh', who seemed to have gone
mesmerized just watching him do this. He mumbled something like a prayer
while Omar drew at my foreskin, then back to my balls, discretely tickling
them. It made me smile and all the onlookers beamed back at me.

  I was totally naked sitting on a pillow, my knees pulled up against my
chest. It felt really erotic the touch of my own skin against skin, the
rubbing of my scrotum, the pulling at my foreskin, the men looking at me
licking their lips. Then two young men joined me from both sides to hold my
wrists down. I got worried and looked at Omar who was still busy massaging
the skin.

   He kept fingering my hole discretely from the back of my buttocks, which
for the crowd must have looked like I was sitting on his hand. He was such
a pervert bastard, but I have to admit that it took my anxiousness away a
bit, as I had to concentrate on my sphincter and not so much on the man who
was wielding a knife so close to my penis. He could hardly wait to lay his
paws on my precious boyhood.

    The two young men next to my sides pushed my knees apart in order for
the man to have a better view on my cock. They stood so close to my face, I
could see their black cocks standing up under the cloth they wore. They had
no underwear on!!

  The man pushed Omar's hand away and took over from him. I don't think it
was necessary for him to hold my balls, but he did so. A pointy edge of his
tongue appeared through his old lips as he caressed my cock.


His face became very cloudy and all of a sudden he squeezed my balls, or at
least he tried.

-This infidel is an imposter, he roared while pointing at my scrotum. He
has no real balls in there, they are hard as stone. This boy will never
become a man. I swear to god, this boy is a eunuch!!!

   To prove his claims he grabbed them again and invited all to come
forward and see for themselves insisting they should touch me there. Of
course all the horny men took advantage of it. Soon I was surrounded with
wild snarling young guys, , yelling and pulling at my ball sac.

-By Allah, I swear, we have a eunuch, who will become a fidel, but he will
never grow into a man, for he is nor a man neither a woman and so will be
his fate amongst us, true believers of Islam. Inch Allah!!

-Prove it, prove it, prove it!!!! The guests shouted, still holding on to
my scrotum.

I couldn't stand the shouting and rage no more. I closed my eyes and almost
at the same time an excruciating sting jolted through my spine. In a reflex
I opened my eyes and looked down to where the hurting came from. Two
silicone balls lay in-between my inner thighs, with the blood of the
severed sac dripping on them. They were awesome; it was the first time for
me that I saw what I had carried inside for so long. The men did not let go
of the sac, instead they pulled it wide open. There was no goriness,
because it was only the leathery pouch that had been cut and the testicles
were not attached to anything. All of them had there eyes wide open in
disbelief, including the old witchdoctor whose lower jaw had dropped nearly
on his chest. But he regained composure fast enough to seize my fake balls
and wield them over his head.

-The proof, the proof, he yelled.

   Everyone wanted to see them, touch them. In the end Omar was the last
one who took them gently in his hands and gave them back to me. Tears ran
over my cheeks. Once more I was no longer a boy.

-Hamdullah (god be praised), they all screamed and whispered.

-Now let's proceed with this holy ceremony, the man said to the rest.

  Omar said nothing at all; it was as if he had never known about my fake
balls. I never told him Esther. But, he must have felt it, no??  He never
ever mentioned anything about my balls, to me.

   The other young men came closer to witness this whole event. The old man
tied my foreskin very tightly with a piece of string and then left it to
die. By God it hurt!  The foreskin lost all of its blood and turned nearly
white. I was most afraid that I should flinch. I interrupted the old man to
ask if they'd put anything on the wound.

-Yes, he said, a mixture of salt, ashes, and powdered camel dung.

    As he said this he slashed into that skin like a savage, thinking that
it would be severed in one blow. It was almost a relief when he cut it off,
though his knife was blunt and he went on hacking away for what seemed
ages. I didn't cry; I bit on the wood they had placed between my teeth. I
was going to be a man, Omar had said. But now without balls how could that
be true?

    It stung like fire. The blood poured out on the bedspread and all of
them started dancing, shrieking like madmen. Omar kissed me at once on my
cheeks and punched holes in the air with his fists like the others.  The
others followed his example and danced around the bed. The ceremony master
raised his arm and told them to fetch a doctor to stitch up my ball
sac. Therefore I was carried away for a brief moment to Omar's
bedroom. Every move stung like hell.

  The doctor came fast. He was a young beardless guy, who treated me with
respect. His nimble fingers had the job done by sedating the scrotum with a
few injections. He sewed it up in no time and I was brought back in a new
djelabas to the king-size bed where everyone was waiting for my return. The
crowd seemed to have multiplied by then. Amongst them I noticed Paul. He
waved at me and couldn't keep his eyes off me until I beckoned him. Omar's
face grew red mad of jealousy, but I couldn't care and neither did Paul. He
kept the most violent predators away from my bed and so did Omar. So I had
a little conversation with Paul.

-How are you dear?

-Fine, well nearly fine.

-It must've hurt, no?

-Yes, Paul, it did, but now I am a Moslem and I will gain respect from
everyone.

Paul grew silent. Then immediately he said:

-Would like to be my adopted son?

-Huh?

-I mean it^Å I am tired of those whore boys who only fuck me for the money
and cannot reciprocate in any way. My old crack is soar with the buggering
of young lads like you, but I am tired of them. I want you in my life. What
do you say?

-Don't know.

-You'd have American citizenship.

-But my parents are still alive Paul, how could I forsake my mother?

 I saw the glitter of tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat.

-Never mind, Alex, I won't insist any further, just sleep over it. You
could also choose the Moroccan nationality as I have that one too.

-Really?

-Yup.

-It means I could be both too.

-I think so.

  That sounded neat, I would be able to travel alone and go to Europe and
the USA.  We hugged each other like son and dad. Just when Omar looked away
he quickly kissed me on the lips and left in a hurry.

-You know where to find me, were his last words.


  We had a great party afterwards, all neighbors were invited, women,
children with young studs dancing the belly dance on loud music. I by
contrast sat on my bum for three days on that bed; such was the pain that I
couldn't bear getting off it. The slightest move shot as an arrow of pain
through my cock and groin. My cock had turned a poor purplish knob in
bruised pale flesh. I pitied my pride. But for those days I was served like
a king, with the best foods Omar could muster.

   Life returned to normal and soon the whole drama was put behind me. When
I returned to the old bed with Omar, I had thought that I would be able to
have a sound sleep. I had become a Moslem and so I should get the respect I
deserved like any Moroccan fidel. I undid my djelaba and got in bed naked
and turned on my side. Omar was snoring but he was sensitive enough to feel
my presence in his dreams. A hand lunged forward, straight to my crack. I
pushed it away. Again it came more decisive and brutal. His strong grip
pulled me up to his side.

-No, Omar, no more. I am a Moslem, a man. You said so.

-I said what, he asked sheepishly.

-That no one would lay a hand on me anymore after this circumcision.

He burst out in a mean laughter.

-You really believed that? I love your milky white legs, but I long for the
creamy milk from your cock which, now I know, you will never squirt. If in
this life one is a good Moslem, then in paradise we will get young boys for
free, that is what the Koran promises us. But to be honest, I am not such a
devout Moslem. Before I go to Mecca I have to some more hanky panky.

As he said that he groped my cock and began wanking me.

  -You have been a whoreboy and even cutting off your foreskin will not
hide that, my dear. Besides, you have no balls, so you are nor a man
neither a boy. Why I should wait until the promised paradise, when I can
enjoy the promised rice with golden spoon right away in your love tunnel.

    Having said that, he thrust his cock in me and continued pulling at my
cock in a desperately as if it was going to escape from him. He could go on
forever because I would never spunk, my orgasms were desert dry.
  As he continued battering my ass with his small dick, I thought of Paul
and his proposals. Would he be different than an Arab or a Spaniard?
Probably not, I am sure Omar would kill him if I'd stay with him.

-You like it my dear Moslem whoreboy?

-Yes, Omar, you are the best fucker in the world, I said to appease him and
I pushed my butt closer and tighter on his hot peg.

   He was wheezing and near the end of his forces. He came of course like
an asthmatic dog, panting and drooling on my neck. He shot at last a
handful of semen which I felt leaking out from my behind. His hand smeared
it over my buttocks and my cock.  I came dry as usual and faked an orgasm
for him.

  This was the last straw for me. I decided I would try to escape. I would
never have a normal life here, Moslem or not. All the boy lovers knew his
house like their own pocket and came to see me as often as they wanted,
provided they paid for my services to Omar. Azzedine wasn't any better. He
was just waiting until my scrotum and cockhead had healed.

   It wasn't easy to plan an escape, I was well guarded. I went with
Azzedine to the mosk or with Omar, always accompanied. In the mosk I could
not refrain from imagining all those devout Moslem men raping boys when
they prostrated on the floor perking their asses in the air. I wished I
could rape them all, oblige them to undress and pray naked with their butt
in the air and having a dildo on a spear and thrust it deep in their
hypocrite asses. For hypocrites they were just like the Christians who go
to the whores and confess their sins later in church.

   Last time I was in the mosk I grew a hard on when Kneeled behind a young
boy of ten. His djelaba revealed his egg shaped ass through the white
fabric. He too didn't have any underwear on. I gazed at his crack and the
firm buttocks taut as a peach. My cock grew instantly, I was bent forward,
nearly kissing the floor- I wanted to kiss his butt- and I though of how to
hide my hard penis. I closed my eyes to forget the boy and tried to think
of something sad. It worked my cock deflated and just in time I could get
up.

Azzedine knew all my secrets and fears. I had trusted him too fast and too
much.

    The circumcision lay now one month behind me and I had not made any
escape attempt. One morning as I was laying in bed alone I overheard a
conversation of Omar talking to someone important.

   -Yes, sir, sure sir^Åhe does everything. No, I am not kidding. He would
suck a horse's cock if you made him too. I use to put a cucumber up his ass
for weeks, he can take a ral fat negro cock up there, I swear on my
mother's grave.

-How much? Two thousand dollars and he is yours. Deal?

  No, he has never been whipped and he doesn't eat shit either. He is a
decent roumi whoreboy and a circumcised Moslem, but he will never grow
beard or hair as he is a eunuch. So, basically according Moslem law we are
not doing anything haram (blasphemic).  He is true European, Belgian, very
white, blue eyes, a big elongated cock ready at all times. A hairless anus
and scrotum. Soft pinkish nipples, ruby lips, some freckles over the nose,
thin eyebrows, white teeth, a lovely slimy tongue that makes you hot as
soon as you touch it, long fingers that play with your cock for hours and
wispy hair^Åoh and virtually no pubic hair. You must believe me. Come and
check him out for one night^Å Tonight? Yes why not. Ok, then 9 pm. See you,
Hamdullila (god be praised), beslama (see you).


  The phone went on the horn and I pretended to sleep.  Omar put on his
shoes switched off the light and left the house. Just after he left I ran
for my wardrobe, found a suitcase and threw all I had precious into it. I
put on my best jeans with my Moroccan leather belt. A Nike T-shirt- all
gifts form Omar- and my walkman and a few good books. As I shut the door of
the bedroom I heard a voice behind me.

-And where are you supposed to go, my dear Alex?

   I looked into Azzedine' big eyes and got terribly frightened. I dropped
my suitcase and wanted to go back into the bedroom to hide. I had
miscalculated my move. I was so sure he was on leave. Omar had told me he
would be fired soon because of disobedience. Azzedine blocked my move with
one hand on the door handle. He turned me around and pressed my body
against the door.

-Come on, I will give you a hand. I will carry yours and my suitcase and we
will travel together. Where were you going by the way?

-To Paul, I lied.

-I'll drop you off there, he said. Let's call for a taxi, that'll be
faster.

  Fifteen minutes later we were on the road. The taxi had no sign
whatsoever, the road was bad and we were actually leaving Tangiers behind
us. When I realized that I got panic-stricken.

-This is not the way to Paul's house, Azzedine. Where are you going?

-Don't be afraid, just wait and see.

   Now we arrived at a wasteland similar to the American badlands. No
houses to be seen for miles, just sand and dust. Then at last in front of
me I saw two houses appear as if in a mirage. The car stopped, the driver
hadn't said a word.

-Get out, Alex and follow him to the house.

-Why, Azzedine?

-Why what? Be happy I saved your ass from the old fart; he was going to
sell you. I heard it over the phone to some brothel. Here you will be safe
with this man. He is my brother; if he lays one hand on you he is dead.

  The younger man grimaced at me. It didn't inspire me much faith at
all. Azzedine remained in front of the door which his `brother' had
opened. A stench of urine penetrated my nostrils. An earthen floor, some
hay in the corner, I was in a barn. A cot of wood in the corner with a
filthy mattress was all there was next to a dirty table with bread crumbs
on it.

-You can stay here with me and hide until Omar will give up looking for
you. Because, he will, and he will surely think of Azzedine as your
kidnapper. Therefore, my brother cannot stay here. Go inside and make
yourself comfortable on the bed.

   I went in and adjusted my eyes to the dark room. It had little windows
so to keep the heat outside. Azzedine whispered something from outside. His
brother closed the door halfway, but I had still enough light to see that
he pushed some greenbacks in Azzedine's hand. My heart raced. Was I sold
again to another pimp?

I rushed to the man and cried: my suitcase, please!

-What suitcase? Azzedine laughed and winked at his brother.

-I need it Azzedine, it is all I have. I only have these clothes on me.

-You don't need all those fancy clothes here; and there is also no
electricity for stereo's and so on. Your walkman will be fine with me, I
will keep it for you at my house. Bye now.

His brother pushed me back and locked the door.

-Be quiet, my brother will be back soon, I heard him shout.

  The car sped away while I was banging the door. Locked up again, just
like in Spain, there seemed to be no end to my misery. If I only had
straight away accepted Paul's offer I wouldn't have been here. I regretted
my escape form Omar. I had such a good luxury life even if I was fucked by
dozens a week.

   The place was ugly and filthy; I couldn't believe that this man actually
lived in here. The hours of waiting were long. I made myself comfortable
and tried to sleep the day away. Outside I heard some dogs barking and
howling like a wolf. It seemed to come from the adjacent shack. I was
thirsty and hungry, Azzedine's brother stayed away for ages. When he
finally arrived, it must have been around nine-ish in the evening.

   It was very dark in the room and the temperature had dropped
reasonably. There was no blanket, just a mattress filled with hay. I lay
curled up on the mattress with my clothes on and still I felt cold. He came
in and made a lot of noise because he stumbled against something or kicked
against the bucket that was standing behind the door.

-If you need to piss, you do it in here, same for shitting, you hear.

I nodded.

-I don't hear you?

-Yes^Å

-Yes who?

-Yes sir.

-That sounds better. I think I will have to reeducate you a bit. Get off
that bed and come over here.

  He struck a match up and lit a kerosene lantern on the table. The room
got lit up and it made me feel a little less apprehensive.

-Your name is Alex, I heard.  -Yes, sir.

-Call me Arif.

-Yes, Arif.

I gave him a big smile. I tried to be pleasant and hide my fear of this
guy.

I want you to obey me for as long as you are here, I want you to clean the
room, wash the dishes, and take care of the dogs and sheep behind in the
shack. You must be a good boy, you hear?

-Yes, Arif.

-Now I have never been to Europe, I don't know how they live there, I just
saw some movies but you guys seem to have it all very cozy and
comfortable. I think you have been thinking too long that this is all very
normal and that you have aright to this. I see how you are dressed and how
you take that for granted. Look at me, just look at my clothes and worn
shoes. Don't I have the right to be dressed like you? I have a younger
brother of your age; he has no socks or even sandals or underwear, always
the stinking same djelaba. There is virtually no clean water
around. Sometimes we wash ourselves with our own urine.

I was shocked to hear that, but did not know what to say to him.

-So I think we will start by teaching you how to live humble like us
wretched people.  We will start by taking away your clothes. Give me that
Nike T-shirt, unbutton those jeans and throw off your new shoes.

-But Arif I^Å

He put his hand over my mouth and said:-Do it

  I had no choice; I was in his house and alone. Bit by bit I stripped
myself of all that kept me warm and very quickly I started shivering.

-Your underwear too.

  I peeled my white briefs down to my feet and my vest over my head and
there I stood stark naked in front of an Moroccan who looked at me as if I
were some toy to be played with.


-Have you gone to the toilet before you came here? I hope you haven't
pissed in my house?

-No, I didn't^ÅI wouldn't do that.

-So, don't you have a need to pee or shit?

-Yes, but I kept it up so long until you came back.

-Good for me then. Go ahead then.

-What do you mean?

-Go and piss or shit dummy, or both.

-Can you go outside, Arif please? Or look the other side?

-I think you don't get it Alex. I want to see you piss and shit. I enjoy
looking at that, it gives me a kick.

  I directed my cock over the bucket and let the stream of urine sprinkle
the bottom of it. When I finished, he pushed me down with my butt on the
bucket.

-Now shit, I want to hear you shit.

I pressed hard, I think I was a bit congested or to cramped by fear.

Arif moved closer to my face so I was facing his crotch. He rolled up his
djelaba way till his navel, so I was staring at a huge massive dark brown
penis.

-Suck it; you will shit better that way.

   He didn't wait until I opened my mouth as he yanked it open, pulling at
my chin and thrusting his whopping stud over my tongue. He was right, I
forgot about the situation and the shameful situation I was in. My anus and
bowels relaxed and the turds came out sliding down the human toboggan. One
turd fell with a soft thud and splash in the urine. I could feel that he
got more excited. He increased his speed and power of thrusts as he got
hotter and hotter.

-Feel my balls Alex. Caress them now!

His balls were heavy laden with so much of sperm, just touching the sac
made him jolt to the ceiling.

-Easy, but go on. Like that. Come on you western whore, I know from
Azzedine and many others how good you are. Give all you can. Yes, yes, like
that. Ggggggggoooooooood, he moaned, and shot it all in my throat.

But he didn't stop there.

-Get up, I am not finished now. Sit on your knees with your head over the
bucket. You must look at your own shit and piss, you hear? Put your hands
on the rim of the bucket and push your butt up to my face.

-Yes, Arif.

He had gone on his knees as well.

  Was he going to fuck me? He still had some energy and sperm left?
Impossible I thought. I smelled my own urine and shit which made me nearly
puke. This guy was wicked. But to my surprise, I felt something wet in my
crack. His hands lay on my butt and his tongue moved gently up my ass,
licking me baby clean. Oh, how I enjoyed that. This was an exception on the
general rule that no Arab would lick someone's genitals. I began to moan
like a bitch myself. He heard that of course and went for my cock, pulling
it back and frotting it against my own balls. Finally he did what I was
yearning for. He put my cock head in his mouth and sucked it lovingly.

-Keep sniffing your urine, Alex, you must do it.

-I made louder noises of sniffing and snorting to please him.

Then my my legs trembled and shook violently as I shot in his throat a full
amount of semen which unexpectedly swallowed.

He made me stand up, cleaned himself thoroughly with an old rag from the
table.

-I will show you your quarters now, because I want to go to bed.

He led me away to the shack. It was a barn with a few goats, pigs and a
German shepherd.

-Here you will sleep every night just like the poor herd boys, in the
hay. Tomorrow, you get up at six am and you will begin to work for me. I
will not lock the door, but I cannot let you roam free like the animals,
because you would run away, I know.

The animals had grown silent and seemed to say: `what the fuck are you
doing here with us naked?'

-I have this collar for you.

  He fastened a dog's collar with spikes on it around my neck and tethered
it to a mast in the middle of the barn. The chain on it was long enough for
me to wander from one side of the barn to the other.

-Now go to sleep. It is late. Oh one more thing; give me your watch, you
don't need time here with me. I have better use for it.

His hand caressed my cheek and descended quickly to my cock and balls.

-You have been good to me, don't worry I will make you a better whoreboy.

  The door shut with a slam behind him and laid myself to rest. I remember
the time on the watch, it was eleven pm. No sound to be heard. The goats
were lurking at the hay that was strewn around on the earthen floor. The
pigs snorted and grunted in the back of place separated form the goats.

   It was a strange but not unpleasant feeling cuddling up in the hay. My
heart reduced its speed to a normal young beat, ready to doze off. It must
have been early in the morning when I felt something wet between my
buttocks. I woke up suddenly out of a nice dream, to find out that the
German shepherd had his wet nose up my crack. He pushed it deeper when I
was still lying on my left side. He stopped poking his nose when he saw me
get up halfway to look at him. He let out a whining sound as if he wanted
to say, why you don't lie down and let me do my job.

  His paw patted my right buttock and gave me a little warning scratch,
nearly pushing me down. So, I went back to rest. He wasn't going to harm
me. Maybe he recognized the smell of Arif's saliva? Maybe he wanted to heal
me there with his tongue.

   To give him some help I turned on my tummy. The dog barked as in
approval of the move.  Now the beautiful animal stood with four legs and
feet over my ass, started licking from the top of my crack down to my
scrotum. I spread my legs and again he barked and yelped of pleasure. I
decided that it was not such a good position for the dog to lick me
clean. Next I leaned on my elbows, chest down and butt up.

   Again, I had his tongue lapping up my anus non-stop. A human couldn't do
it better.  I got aroused, I must admit it. But I had no idea that the pet
had the same feeling. Suddenly he jumped with his forefeet on my hips and
in a split second he had his pink rod out of the furry cover riding against
my love hole.
   I couldn't believe it; I was getting fucked by him. He whined and yelped
as he kept humping in a most clumsy way until finally he got in. I wanted
to push him away but he got angry and began growling, showing his
teeth. The animal was sodomizing me, and showing me who would run the place
here. He, the alpha male, was going to tell me what to do, just like Arif,
who was his and my master.



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