Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2005 16:00:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student life part 9

To my great relief the bell rang. I had been thinking about Luc a lot for
the last days, but after I had been used by my arts teacher I couldn't
think that clear anymore about anything. Everything seemed to blur into one
blob. Things got seriously mixed up and loads of problems piled up around
me. I had my thoughts on my dad, my mum, Abdul, the Moroccan gang, Luc's
mysterious disappearance, his half brother who thought he owned me, my arts
teacher, who found himself a new toy- a secret between him and me- my
classmates, who kept on teasing me relentlessly and another arts teacher
who hated my guts for a reason I couldn't really come to grips with.

The kids of the sixth grade left the school gate running while yelling,
laughing at the top of their lungs. I stood outside, dressed in uncle's
black trousers. My uncontrollable thoughts raced ahead. Where should I move
to next? Home? My mum believed me all right and still it had not come
across her mind that I was leading a double life. My dad, for all I cared,
could drop dead in front of me. I hated him.

As I ran to the platform number four, I saw I had one minute left to jump
on the train.

The coach was filled with commuters playing cards, smoking cigarettes,
which left me nearly nauseating. I hated them too...the smokers I mean. I
hated their uncultured way of talking, and their dialect, which reminded me
that I was nothing more than a son of a poor family. I wanted to escape my
roots, the dullness of a peasant's village where one only thought of soccer
and beer. I needed air, I felt like suffocating there. Arts were my escape
into another world.

I nearly crept into the corner of a bench near the window facing the
outside world. I felt like shouting at them: You know how stupid guys you
are! Working like slaves, what for? To pay for your car and little phony
family values. The only things you can do, is playing cards, smoke, fart
and tell stupid jokes. Look at me! I have a wonderful body and I can sell
it for three thousand Belgian franks per time they suck or fuck me. I can
earn in ten days what you guys need to work for, for a whole fucking month.

As this came up in me, I suddenly faced and angry face running along the
train window. It was uncle swearing at me, making a big fist; he was
totally red with anger. Some men looked at me with a curious face as if I
owed them an explanation. Thank god I was on the train, but how to get back
tomorrow and risk seeing him? It was only six pm. when I reached home and
rang the bell...My father opened up.

-Where the fuck have you been? Was the first thing that came out of him,
but I had no chance to give him an answer as he hit me on my head with his
strong hand.

-Get in and go to your room quickly.

That's what I did. I finished my homework and swiftly I came down the
stairs.

-Where is mum, I asked.

-Shopping.

-Where have you been for the last two days, son?

-We had an excursion.

-You are lying, I called the director. They haven't seen you either.

While he said this he unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his pants.

-Turn around, he said.

Where do you get these trousers from?

-My friend and I swapped them for fun, I lied.

-So, you swap trousers, huh. You think that's funny? Let me show you how I
feel about liars. Drop you're your trousers and bend over.

-You can't do this to me dad, I am too old for this.

-You think so, huh? Down with them and your briefs too.

I was damn scared of him, so I did what he ordered.

-Put your hands on the table and stick your butt up.

With no warning his belt came down on my sensitive flesh. I screamed like
hell and tears jotted up in my eyes.

-Shut up, you whino, this is how a man takes his punishment.

Another blow reached my cheeks. And another one. I fell on the floor.

I was crying. Another lashing followed.

-Stop it, someone yelled.

It was mum.

-How dare you, aren't you ashamed of doing this to a fifteen year old? Get
up son, get out of here, I'll have a word with your father about this.

My father went pale and turned around. Normally he would have smacked her
in the face, but obviously he felt embarrassed. I was out in the streets in
no time. The village was a safer place than my own home. I walked all the
way to the highway trying to calm down hiding my tears for
passerbies. Fortunately I met no one I knew, who could ask me embarrassing
questions. I stayed away as long as I could. It was still dark as I walked
along the highway. I don't know what went on in my head but I had at least
about four kilometers behind my back. I was at a stone throw from the
highway to Brussels when all of a sudden a car stopped by. The door flew
open and I got pulled inside in the back seat.

-We got him, the bloke who had his paws on me said.

He had his hand over my eyes and his other over my mouth. I couldn't
recognize any voice until the driver said:

-Take this.

That was unmistakably uncle's voice.

-How lucky we are to have found him that fast. Cousin, let him see who is
talking.

My eyes adjusted to the light inside the car and I saw uncle with a broad
smile on his face. He had stopped the car just before the entry of the lane
that leads to Brussels.

-I told you I owe you; you don't believe me, don't you? And you stole my
trousers, didn't you, my love?

I nodded and said:

-I had too go to school and I had nothing left to dress with, can't you
understand that?

-School is over for you; get that in your head. You are my property. Now
get those trousers off your butt.

-Why?

-Because, I say so.

-I unzipped the fly and shoved them down; I grimaced when they greased my
butt.

The belt had surely left bruises.

-What's up? You have pain? Your arse is still sore after I have fucked you
last night?

-No, I groaned. My dad hit me with a belt for having lied about dodging
school.

-Turn on your belly and let me have a look at it.

The youngman next to me helped me in that.

-Hu Allah, your father is a bastard. I will get back at him, I promise. Ok,
now, close your eyes and no more word until we arrive at my place.

I closed my eyes.

-Do it, I heard him say.

In a second I felt a wad of cotton under my nose which I tried to grab. But
the cousin locked my arms to my side and stuffed the cotton harder over my
nose and mouth. Then I lost conscience. When I woke up, I heard voices, and
noise as if I was at a party. There was loud roaring of laughter and
moaning. I heard many adult voices, some sighing and others grunting. Music
in the background, I recognized the fifth of Beethoven. I was blinded or
something. My head was tight as hell. I couldn't touch it, because my arms
were locked into something. Maybe it was a straight jacket. My mouth was
contoured with a leather crown; I had my tongue tasting it. The whole of my
head was wrapped up in some hood. My legs felt some kind of latex glued to
me from the groin to my feet. The only part where I felt some air was at my
navel and just above my butt.

-Amenez la par ici (bring her over here) a croaky voice summoned.

-Wow, that's a nice sample of merchandise, I may say, he said. Look at the
package down here.

He continued and touched me at my balls. His finger pushed real hard and
deep.

-Where did you get it from?

-From the country side somewhere in peasant Flanders, a young voice
answered.

We bought him from a Turk in Schaerbeek. The dealer is reliable; he has
delivered us the best pieces so far.

-Mmmh, indeed. I would surely love to try it.

-It is all yours sir, no one has claimed it so far. Later in the evening
there will be more choices and as you can see your colleagues over there
are quite busy with their preys.

-Bien sūr (of course) he replied.

-What shall we do, sir? You want a special room or are you comfortable just
here?

-Take me to the special room, then.

-Come on, young slut, the young voice ordered and pushed me in the
back. Move.

I felt a strong tug at my neck. I had a leash around it. I freaked out and
reined myself in taking a few steps back.

-No, I hissed.

-What did you say?

-I said `no'.

-Oh, how disappointing, the older voice croaked. A boy with resistance. Why
don't we cover his mouth with a patch or something? I really hate to see
someone refusing me.

-Straight away, sir.

As he said a flap of leather came down over my lips. I could only breathe
through my nose now.

-Good, let's move then.

-This is the Surgeon's room sir, as you can see you have everything at your
disposal.

-Wow dear, how interesting. You see, this is my first time I attend such a
wonderful party. Could you stay with me for assistance? I mean if you don't
mind seeing me naked?

-Sure sir, I'll be at your service, that's what I have been paid for by the
Members.

Then it was silent for a few minutes. I don't know why, no one said a word.

-You can undress too, assistant, will you?

-As you wish sir.

-Ok, then, Can I start now?

-Sure sir...

-Make it come over here, in this spotlight. I want to see his outfit
shining. The leather of his hood and the latex leggings will excite me so
much more.

I had to walk up a few steps. Then I heard an engine starting up. The
probable platform I stood on was now moving and turning slowly. I felt heat
from spotlights at my feet, my butt, my groin, my chest and on top of my
head.

-Please can we start that camera over there?

-That will be another ten thousand franks, sir.

-Who cares, assistant, do you think I am a miser when I have such beauty in
front of me?

All of a sudden the patch of my mouth was taken away and inside came a pair
of fingers.

-Suck them boy, real hard.

I threw my tongue around the fingers and sucked them like new born baby.

-Good, he said while grasped my chin and squeezed it a bit and make them
real wet.

Assistant, please open his back door.

I felt a pair of strong hands pulling at my butt and in a minute with a
Velcro sound, my cheeks lay bare and absorbed the warming spotlight.

-Stop the machine, he ordered.

His warm wetted fingers sought a way into my professional whore
butt. Probing their way farther in.

-Good, you got a wonderful cunt which is cooperating so well. Have you been
fucked before?

I wanted to answer, but the assistant was faster and said:

-No sir, all our boys are form the country side, have no connection which
whatsoever circuit and are pure maidens.

-But he has bruises on his gorgeous cheeks.

-Sir, we saved him from his father who was beating the hell out of him. We
had him captured and hostage for two days, but he escaped and went back
home where we found him, crying alongside the highway.

-Dear, dear, let me lick them clean.

God I swear, it was like honey what I felt, his tongue soothed me more than
any drug could have done. I started to move my butt in his direction.

-Good you like it, good, good. Now how does your young peter like this?

I had to admit I was hard in front. His grabbed all I had and had my balls
locked in the palm of his hand. The latex was opened from that side too. My
penis stood hard; though I couldn't see it for myself I knew it must have
been pleasing to any boy lover's eye.

I felt him pulling down my foreskin while still licking my bruises like a
healing dog.

-Please, give me my hood with the tube, I heard him ask.

-Yes, sir.

Something got fastened over the mouth opening; also I felt two hands now
playing with my balls and cock. There was no more sounding, just
breathing. In a reflex I pulled back my head, but I couldn't get away.

-Tie his leash to the column, the guy ordered, and shackle his feet.

I was a prisoner and had no way to fend for myself. I inhaled deeply, but
nearly puked as the air that I got in was filled with a strong alcohol
scent mixed with garlic.

I realized I was breathing the man's breath and he was taking in mine. For
some reason it got a strange kick out of it. My cock was now whopping
nearly against my navel.

-Take his backside, please. This must be a wonderful video moment.

-Yes, sir.

Two hands grabbed my loins, and then one leapt to my anus, where I got
lubed with hot oil, which sent a strange aroma of juniper trees into the
air. I still got enough air through my nose, but the longer I had the tube
over my mouth the more I relished the man's breath. His cock was entering
underneath my scrotum towards my anus. The assistant had helped himself
fast and was now moving in his hard boner up my boy's canal.

-I can feel your balls with my cock head, Assistant. It turns me on.

-Thank you sir.

-Keep moving; make him ready for my twenty-four centimeters.

I froze instantly with apprehension.

-Easy, boy, easy, you will like it. Besides I feel you like my breath; you
will get hooked on me, won't you?

The tube came off and again I could breathe freely. I thought it was better
not to speak no more. There wasn't anything I could change or do. He must
have crouched because I got his tongue lapping my balls.

-Still no pubic hair? Or some slight blond bits. I like it. Ooh you are so
hot and virgin.

He talked no more as he was chewing my sack and nibbling my foreskin. The
finally he sucked me like starved bitch. Over and over I felt his lips dive
over my dickhead `till he reached the root of my penis, where he remained
for a while, squeezing his lips around, biting and pulling back till the
tip and pushing his tongue into my piss slit. I moaned heavier.

-Don't you dare to come, you hear me?

I nodded.

-Ok, enough now, you there come here and I will take your place. Such his
cock and balls for me, but don't let him come, you hear?

-Yes, sir.

My rod was being soaked in a wide mouth, that's what I thought he had. His
tongue felt like one of a horse. It was like foam all around my sack. The
man unshackled me and took the leash of my neck.

-Now listen, I do you a favor...no more leash, but I am going to ride you
like no one ever did before. One cry from your mouth, and I have you on the
famous Chair.

I had no clue what he meant by the Chair but it surely intimidated me. I
was carried by four hands to a place that felt like water mattress.  I
didn't know of course. In darkness everything seemed out of proportion. Was
I laying high or low? They rolled the latex pants off my legs and feet. I
was still hooded and in a straight jacket but lying on my back.

-You keep his feet high, ok.

-Yes, sir.

As my feet got lifte into the air I was now like totally rolled up.

-Here I come! The customer yelled.

He entered with all his might and plowed hard. I could have screamed, but
instead I ground my teeth.

-Mmmmh, he went and, mmmmh, good, good doggie, he nearly yelped.

I think my inner walls would just crack open and I would die in it. But no,
my anus ring adapted bit by bit, the man went on and on for at least what
looked like half an hour. He must have been an old bugger to take him that
much to come. But at last he came with a big `aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh'.

-Come over here and take over, just continue. The thought that your sperm
will mix with mine turns me on, really.

-Yes sir.

-But I will continue here. You boy, stick your tongue out and lick me none
stop; I want to piss in your lovely mouth.

I did just that. My tongue grew stiff and finally I got what he predicted
would happen. A stream of hot liquid flowed from his cock head, which I had
on the tip of my tongue into my throat. I didn't choke at all, I just
mentally prepared myself.

-Good, boy, good.

While he said that the assistant reached his high climax and shot a hell of
a lot of his semen into my wet arse.

-Now, assistant I want you to leave for a while, I am going to give him
some desert and it is so special that only he may eat it and no one may see
what he get, after all I paid for this special party didn't I?

-Absolutely sir, anytime you need me again, you just ring this bell her.

-Very well, now go then.

The door silently opened and closed again.

-Listen boy, you have done very well, but I am a special person who loves
special and extreme things. I want you to open your mouth as far as you
can. As a matter of fact I will undo the hood from the part of your
mouth. You are not allowed to move or I will punish you, you hear?



I nodded and he said no more. He came down squatting softly on my face, I
think, with his butt first, then I felt his balls rub my lips, his cock
followed suit, then he got up and came down again.

-Lick it, I heard, boy.

I was touching his anus; it tasted very salty and oily. Then the sphincter
I was licking opened up. I hesitated.

-Carry on, he snapped.

I got stuck it seemed in an ever widening gap of ribbed flesh. Then I
tasted something odd. And there it came...first the smell and then the
substance of human feces. It was big as a cock, hardened. I was eating the
man's shit. I think I nearly slammed tilt. This wasn't me, I wasn't doing
this, I could never have fallen that low. But it was me and I was actually
eating it.

-Oooooh, yes, the man moaned while he pushed in more. Eat it all, he said,
eat it all, you must.

And I did just that, I ate shit from another man. The first time in my
life, I thouht I was complete now.

-I have experienced it all, it went through my head. You are a real slut
Alex and a slave too. The man got up and said:

- You are a very good sex piece, let me rub in some more. His hands smeared
his shit allover my arse cheeks, my cock, my balls, it felt awesome. It
carried me back to my childhood in kindergarten where I used to play with
my own shit and that of my friends and my brother's.

-Keep still like that, I need a few close-ups. I will leave you here by
yourself now, thank you for your cooperation, but I want to see some other
flesh now.

He rang the bell. The assistant came.

-That's all, I want another slutboy now.

-Fine sir, go ahead through this corridor, you can make your pick through
the blinded glass.

The door closed again.

-We must shower you my dear, the assistant whispered in my ear. But
unfortunately you may not see us.

The same scent of drug was put over my nose and mouth and I vanished into
thin air.

When I woke up I was cleaned up, I was wearing a kind of nylon pajamas, but
still with my hood on. The music played Mozart and I heard the sound of
bottles pouring liquid into glasses. I recognized young children voices
that were sighing and giggling.

Then one said.

-Who is that boy over there?

-We call him It sir...

-Why?

-Well, he is just fifteen and still no change of voice and very much
imberbe.

-Wow, that's a miracle, and how can we keep this jewel in that state?

-Well, sir, I cannot say it aloud, but if you lend me your ear.

-I am all ears, he answered.

-Emasculation is the only way to preserve beauty, he whispered.

-Then why don't you do it?

-It is quite costly and we have no one to perform this.

-I happen to be a physician, I could easily do it and I would enjoy it and
do my best to perform it with no scars.

What was emasculation? What were they talking about? I had no idea.

Most of it was spoken in French, so I had no idea what they were up to.

-God he is so gorgeous. Look how effeminate his body looks. Do you have a
room here where I can do this?

-We have precisely all you need sir and a room that would suit your darkest
wishes.

-Take his pajamas down.

I stood naked from the hips instantly.

-Look at these gems.

He touched my balls and said:

-Could you believe that herein lays the threat to beauty? What a pity to
have to interfere to preserve what we just like to cherish.

 His fingers were caressing with love ever rib of my nut sack. One finger
came after another. I couldn't help getting stiff.

-Oooooooooooooooooooooooh, look, other voices in the room sighed. I felt
now hands on my head, my arse, and my bellybutton. A rich experience. What
a beauty, really.

-I am sorry friends, but please I was just examining this wonder of
exceptions in human nature. I am dealing with it in highest privacy, would
you kindly withdraw so I can do my job?

Fingers and hands disappeared in no time. The doctor resumed his touching
my balls and cock.

-I will do it on one condition, that is: after the emasculation he will be
entirely mine whenever I come here. Do whatever you want with him outside
the meetings but when we gather he is my subject.

-Let me call the Master, please.

-Ok, fine.

In a few minutes he was back and said: agreed sir. You will never have to
pay for his services after everything is successfully dealt with.

-Let's go then.

I was taken by the hand and led to another room.

-Please, boy, come and sit on the bed over here.

Some fear came over me; my intuition told me some ominous thing was going
to happen to me.

-Please sir, I said, bring me back to my parents.

-Hush, hush now, he said.

That was the last thing I heard. A cloth had come over my mouth and once
more I landed in the realm of another world of scary visions. I remember
having seen devil faces and exploding stars, exploding volcanoes. I had no
more clue of my whereabouts, what time or day it was. I woke up, however in
the same pajamas and my hands tied up into the air. Down below my groin I
felt an excruciating pain, but worse, although I couldn't touch me there,
it felt an emptiness as if I was missing something. I drifted for days in
nightmares, because they drugged me time after time. And every time I
opened my eyes, my arse was sore. I think they drugged me to rape me
better. How many days had been away, were they looking for me in Flanders?
My mum by now would have gone mad with fear and sadness.

Someone came to feed me, he was nice to me, but we never exchanged one
word.

Please write me if you want this story to be continued

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