Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 00:45:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: My life as a whoring student part 38

My life as a whoring student.   Part 38.                        By Aihu Fist

Copyright, all rights reserved 2007.


The door closed with a big bang that echoed in my ears. The slimy tool had
been sitting up my ass for more than an hour. I heard noise of people
running up and down the stairs. Then again a long silence, Then I heard
someone running. I mad me crazy as every time I hoped they would come for
me and open up the door, take me of this butt plug and show me my way
out. Now a voice was real loud and in front of my cell door. They spoke in
Arabic:

-The consul of Belgium is in the chief's office. He wants to see this
guy. What if he finds out about what has happened to him?

-Where are his trousers?

-He didn't have any when he came here.

-Then get some, for Allah's sake. Are you dumb or what?

It took another, I guess fifteen minutes for the guy to come back. The door
squeaked open and there I saw two guards with a bucket of water, a towel
and a pair of jeans. After splashing the bucket of water on me and washing
me thoroughly with shampoo and soap, they dried me off and helped me in my
new jeans.

I walked in-between both guys up the stairs and got to sit at the chief's
desk. Five minutes later, a gentleman in an impeccable three piece suit
shook hands with me. He had a huge golden ring with a diamond on his ring
finger.

-How are you? He asked in French, something the chief inspector also spoke.

-So, so, I answered.

-You don't look too well.

I looked up at the ceiling as if I hadn't heard that.

-He is a criminal, the chief said all of a sudden. He cannot leave this
place until he has appeared in court. He arrived here last night in a
terrible state.

-But he is a young kid, chief inspector, and he has a right to defend
himself with a lawyer. What is he accused of?

-Acts against nature, which is a major offence here in this Islamic
country.

-Is there proof for it? Any witness?

-Witness, proof, you want proof? The hospital is full with evidence and
proof. But we don't need to go so far. You better strip these trousers
down, boy.

I couldn't believe this. Instead of getting away from here with the consul,
he was going to see to my humiliation instead, and that would be the nail
in my coffin. He said nothing, just stared at me with these eyes of
eagerness to see me naked. He was a voyeur. Anyway, I had no chance or
choice again. I stripped naked in a minute.

-Turn around, spread your legs and bend over, the chief ordered
harshly. Spread those arse cheeks wide so that the consul can see for
himself what a filthy homosexual you are and not the innocent sheep he
thinks.

I shook on my legs, as I was exhausted of hanging on that wall. The consul
got up from his chair and nearly stuck his nose up my butt hole.

-Do you see the wound there, consul? The chief asked him.

-Yes, I do and it is quite big. How long has he been in the hospital for?

-About a week nearly.

-I see, yes obviously, this clear proof and there is little that I can do
now for you, boy, the consul spoke walking around me and facing me up
front.

-Stand upright, you son of bitch, the chief barked.

The consul twitched his upper lip when he heard that last word, certainly
not used to hearing this kind of language at the office.

-I am sorry, Alex, but I will have to inform your mother, and she has been
looking for you for so long. You will have to stay here. Shall I give her a
message?

-Tell her that I miss her very much and I love her dearly.

-I will.

Then the guard reached of the jeans on the Chief inspector's desk and
handed it to me. The minute I grabbed the pants something fell out of the
pocket. It rolled over the floor just before the consul's feet, who picked
it up and asked: -What is this?

-Give it to me, the chief said.

He sniffed at it and said: -I had thought so, not only is he a homosexual
prostitute, he is also a drug user. This is hashees of course. Now he is
done for. Everyone here is witness of this, aren't you consul?

-Y-y-Yeess, of course, I cannot deny it. Dear Alex, why in heavens name did
you do this.

He sighed and said to the chief.

-I want a report on this, please for the Belgian Police, the case is out of
my hands now. I am truly sorry Alex, he said.

He turned his heels, shook hands with the chief and left in a hurry. As
soon as he had left the building I was taken back to my cell. The chief
came later to see me. I sat in the corner of my solitary cell when he
barged in with loud footsteps.

-Get up on your feet! A guard shouted in French.

-You will be in here for a long time, you know. There is a long waiting
list for the court and the other bigger prisons for your kind are full. You
should be going to Marrakech to a youth criminal prison, but alas you will
have to be patient.

Then he sent the guard to wait outside and close the door. I saw a smirk on
the guard's face when he left.

-Now that I am alone with you here, totally alone, I consider you my
priority prisoner who will have certain duties to fulfill to his chief
guard. Do you know what I mean Alex?

-Yes, sir.

-Good, then why don't you start straight away?

I got on my knees, opened his fly got his brown cut cock out which was
leaking with cum and began to blow it. The man nearly got a heart stroke
when I sped my tongue around the head. I thought, I `d better serve this
man well and make him my friend than having myself thrown back into the
cell with ten others who'd abuse me every hour.

-By Allah, you do it better than my wife. Go on, I am going crazy. Yes,
suck me good.

He grabbed my hair and pulled wildly at it nearly ripping it out of my
scalp. I got to deep throat him so much, because he was not so big in
shape. And it tasted quite well, so I didn't gag at all. My fingers helped
him to speed up his orgasm as I got them tightly around his balls. He swore
at me and cursed me all the time, as I earlier said; Moslems need an excuse
to do what they are not allowed to do. And for him I was just a cheap whore
in detention with no help from the consul or my country.

He ravaged my mouth, though his knob was but a stump of maleness. He asked
me several times: -Tell me whore, is this not the biggest zob you heaver
sucked in your life. Tell me the truth and you'll be rewarded for it.

And as in the Snow white fairy tale I said: -Many men have big zobs sir,
but yours is the biggest I ever sucked.

He nearly fainted as I did not let go of his manhood. Damn no, I was going
to get away from here. Now the lump in my throat was welling and thrilling
with bottled up semen and it was going to explode in a minute. Had he not
been such an idiot I would have stuck my finger up his arse.

-You are doing extremely well...I I I cannnnnoott lett you go from here. I
want youuuuuuusshhhhhhh, and there he hit it littered it all. He scratched
his own buttocks with pleasure.

I had to lick up everything till the last drop and lick him clean too. His
underwear smelt like he hadn't taken a wash for a week.

-I will see to it that you get good food and a blanket with a pillow. This
cell is going to be your home for a while, he said while he picked up my
cock. He had a good look at it and compared what he saw with his.

-You are a damn good liar, aren't you? Your zob is twice the size of what
you just got in your trap Can't you fuck yourself? I know w place where
they would like to see it. What do you say to that?

-I have tried a few times yes. Yes I can do it. Where is that place chief?

-Somewhere in a basement in the centre of the city. VIPs go there every
night to enjoy. Your friend Paul used to go there too. He got a little too
pushy in finding you, so we had him arrested and now he is here. I don't
think he will survive here long unless you participate in the club. Say yes
and your friend is free to go.

I didn't hesitate much, I wanted my friend out indeed, he was more useful
alive and out than dead in a couple of days.


-You know despite his age he is well in demand by his cell mates. You know
in jail a hole is a hole as long one can put his zob in there and one
closes his eyes and there you go. He has been raped so many times. I get
all the accounts form the young men and the guards who bet on
him. Sometimes they put in three cocks in his mouth and they bet who would
come first. Most of his entire bum is really battered like yours now.  Now
what do you say.

-I'll do it, but I want Paul to move in with me here for a while.

-A week, that's all you get, because we don't want a dead foreigner in
here.

-Ok, I said. Deal.

We slapped hands and he went.

A minute later Paul was there. Naked he stood there on trembling shaky
legs.

-Are you all right Paul?

-Yes, and you?

-So so, sit down. What happened to you? I asked as pretending I didn't know
anything.

-Oh, some of the young and not so young men roughed it out a bit on
me. Arabs are a strange breed, he said while he made himself comfortable on
the blanket. No matter how old you are they still see you something worth a
while enough to shag.

He showed me his backside and I cringed when I saw it. Dried up blood all
around the anus.

-So, we both have our periods, I said, which made us break out in laughter.

-Yes, we are some strange dogs in this country, he said.

He was a bit in a melancholic mood, I noticed.

-You still look great, Alex. Had you only listened to me, we could have
been in California surfing the waves, you and I.

His old hand followed the veins on min and carried on to my elbow and upper
arm.

-You are a survivor, I know, you will get out of here.

-First you, I said. You are not that young anymore and you need to write.

His face approached mine. He stuck out his tongue and so did I. they
entwined for a long time, exchanging heat and saliva with passionate French
kisses. His old cock stood like a post straight as a NASA rocket in the
scrap yard and met mine unwittingly.

-God you are hot, Alex. You are a truly savage wild stallion, ready to fuck
wherever you are.

I smiled at that, I knew he was right. My innocence had gone long time
ago. I had fucked and made love from Belgium all the way down to North
Africa. My butt and cock had seen, felt, fucked, been fucked so many times,
I had lost count of it. Where was the fourteen years old gone? And no
matter how fake my balls were I still fucked anyone who demanded it.

-I did it for you Paul.

-What?

-Sell myself to a Moroccan boy brothel in return for your freedom.

-You must be joking; no way am I going to let that happen.

-You have no choice. The inspector said you would die here and he wouldn't
have you dying here to avoid an international scandal.

Paul kept his mouth shut and looked straight and deep into my eyes.

-I am sorry and ashamed for having treated you the way I did the first time
you came over. But I was full of shit and pride and I had plenty of boys to
screw. You were this white Apollo who came on the scene. I dreamed for many
years to kidnap one if I had the chance, a young boy form those
tourists. That would have been fun.

-For how long until they found him? Paul, just face it, you are an old man
and you need to take care of your health, besides you can campaign for me
outside.

-If they don't kill me before I leave Morocco. You don't know this country
Alex. Once outside of the prison they are not going to take chances to
letting me go and tell the world about your plight.

-Let's sleep, we both need it.

-Ok. Goodnight Alex, sweet dreams.

I took care of Paul, for many days, he was a wreck and the last thing on
his mind was to fuck me. He was happy by just holding me and kissing me on
my mouth. I got him to eat well with me. But his body was gravely
intoxicated with drugs and it would take him a long time to kick off. He
talked in his dreams; mostly my name came over his lips. This was the kind
of father figure I would have loved to have when I was much younger. Paul
was finally released, he looked much better.

-Take care, young stray dog.

-You too, I winked at him.

Barely a day after, a guard got me clanked onto the wall again.

"You got a visitor, he said.

The door remained wide open and in stepped a tall man, clad in black
Burnoose and a black turban on his head. Accept for his eyes I could see
nothing of him. He said not one word, just stared at me. With a sign of his
left hand he summoned the guard to switch off the light. I was handcuffed
with my hands in the air. It was easy to swivel me on my axis. He breathed
in and out with a puffing chest. Someone not really used to climbing
stairs. Possibly he had run down the steps. The eyes of his were dark brown
and very bushy eyebrows that went like one straight line from one eye to
another. I vaguely remembered something familiar about him, but I couldn't
put my finger on it. Out of his pocket he lifted a black hanky, long enough
to blind fold me, which he did. He turned my body to the wall and began a
body search. The heavy fabric he wore brushed against my buttocks. It
tickled me. Then he stopped moving, I heard the door close and the guard
walking away. A strong hand followed by jaws from ear to tear. It stopped
at my chin and held in his fist. Another hand had found the way to my
sphincter, which he started kneading real hard. I inched forwards with
every pinching of his finger nails. He didn't let go, I felt pain and an
increasingly desire for more. I pushed my buttocks against his dress and
got it where I wanted it, right smack against his erect cock.

-Mmmmmmmh, he murmured and pushed his cock back up my bum.

His feet scuffled with mine. One foot of his got in the air and touched my
ball sac. His pointy baboosh followed the length of my cock to my arse hole
which made me edge farther backward. I stood now fairly bent forward. What
was he up to next? My feet stood at least one meter apart form one another,
his hands caressing with delicacy my scrotum. He pushed it back and forth
like a swing.

-Mmmmmmmh, he hummed.

It was quiet for a few minutes and I knew why when I heard the noise of
clothes falling on the floor. Then with no warning I felt the heat of a
leather whip on my buttocks which made me wild with pain and anger.

-Stop it, I screamed at the top of my voice.

-Hahahahahahhhhhhhaaahhhha, he roared.

And another lashing came down on my soft white butt. I couldn't bare it; I
had never been whipped like this. He was a sadist. With every whipping he
laughed even louder. He paused and passed the whip from my cock to my ass
hole in slow motion, sometimes rubbing it hard against my scrotum.

-Mmmmmmmmh, he did once more.

Against the wounds he pressed his big cock; it gave me the sensation of
someone trying to fuck me through the bleeding injuries. But it didn't last
long before he put his beast in front of my anus and prodded it in. He rode
me hard and long, relentless, while jacking me off. I grew hot again and my
hate for him changed into curiosity.

Who was this man? Was he an Arab? My body swung loosely. I decided to
collaborate by lifting my legs and feet up. I put my feet against the wall
so he could better fuck me.

-Mmmmmmmmm.

With eyes closed one feels very much abandoned and lost, but also the size
of his cock seemed bigger. His hands rubbed my blood all around my buns
while getting deeper in me.  I was ready to come too, in the last moments
of him humping me I got so deep into that I began to moan like a horny
bitch. The sopping sound of his cock in me made it happen faster. I
realized more than ever that an orgasm is very much between the ears. His
cock puked all it had into my backside. A hairy arm brushed along my side
to my mouth to feed me with my own semen. I licked it up like a puppy. I
lapped it all up. Suddenly my tongue got hampered by some glasslike
object. It was big, it was a ring!  This couldn't be. Good lord, no, this
was too much. It was the consul fucking my ass. He pulled out slowly of my
wet ass. I heard him pick up his clothes.

-Not so fast, I said.

He said nothing, just proceeded to the door.

-Mr. Consul, the day I get out of here, you will regret having raped me
like this.

-Hahahahahahahhahah, he laughed and walked away.