Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:45:23 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Manush 12/12 (Interracial - beginnings)

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MANUSH
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on November 19, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by acam

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MANUSH" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of
sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so
on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story.
But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 12 - The Rogasi, real manush

Jojo and Odisej therefore were the first to celebrate the new rite.
There were two parts to it. The first one was the "announcement" that
was to be made during Saint Andrew's day or Saint John's or Saint
Sylvester's day; that is on one of the so called Love Festivals. While
the whole tribe held a party the two fathers of the boys in this case
Marko and Tomaso came and toured the camp at length pretending to search
among the bottles for a special bottle that had been previously prepared
full of the best wine and with two different rings hanging from its
neck. It was the so-called plotcka. And as they searched they kept on
saying aloud "I've lost a colt who knows where it is now?" Then finally
when they had found the bottle and had it in their hands they pointed at
the two boys and said "Here he is!"

Then Marko took one of the two rings from the plotcka and gave it to
Odisej and Tomaso took the other and gave it to Jojo. The two boys
exchanged the rings and then each put one on the other's index finger.
The two fathers opened the bottle and the elder drank a sip and passed
it to Zanko who also drank then to all the others so that each drank a
sip until they emptied it. After that the plotcka had to be kept empty
until the wedding day. Then the party went on with songs and libations
and only Jojo and Odisej were keeping very straight faces sitting side
by side to show their regret at not being allowed to make love with the
others. On the following love day that is about four months later the
wedding proper was celebrated.

Meanwhile one of the beds was separated from the others and the curtain
replaced by a cupboard with a door - that bed would be for the exclusive
use of the new couple, who started to use it that night. In fact the
rite that was called "union rite" - the one after the "Announcement" -
was only allowed if the union already existed in fact.

For the union ceremony the two boys wore their best clothes; the plotcka
was prepared again by filling it and hanging identical rings at its
neck. During the party the couple went in front of Zanko together with
their fathers sat together and declared they wanted to live together and
to sleep "we two alone". They then withdrew to their bed and united in a
sixty-nine each drinking his partner's seed saying to each other "I'm
now in you and you are in me."

The following morning music woke up the whole camp. The two boys again
wearing their best clothes went out and when all the tribe was gathered
declared "Jojo is in me" and "Odisej is in me". The plotcka was brought
there and they exchanged the identical rings putting one on his
companion's medium finger. Everybody drank from the plotcka and while
the others started a party the couple sat under an ornate tent where all
the members of the tribe one after another brought them their presents
and food and drink and wished them good luck. Then Zanko gave them a
small loaf made in the shape of two half spheres and a handful of salt.
They sprinkled some salt on the bread broke the bread and ate it while
everybody hoped they would be able to stay united as the bread was with
the salt.

Then the couple was escorted to the "tent" that is their bed. They
entered in it and locked themselves inside. This time the older of the
two that is Jojo took off all his companion's clothes and threw them out
of the door to the awaiting friends. He then said to Odisej "I will mow
put my salt on your bread." And penetrated him until he reached orgasm.
Then the younger one that is Odisej, undressed his companion. Threw the
clothes out to the awaiting friends and repeated the rite with Jojo.

Meanwhile their friends were tying together the couple's clothes; the
two shirts together the two pairs of trousers together and so on as a
symbol that the two inside the "tent" finally were really united.

The following morning all the members of the tribe starting from the
eldest one by one entered the "tent" to greet the new couple who had to
be on the bed naked and hugging tightly and put on the bed his present
which should be something that the new couple would find useful.

Then the couple wearing their Rogasi attire got out of bed and for the
first time started to use the cupboard putting their clothes their
working tools and the presents they received in it. Now they were
officially married.

When all the celebrations were over Jojo and Odisej again withdrew into
their "tent" that is into their bed behind the closet.

Jojo then asked him "Are you glad my love to be only mine?"

"Yes Jojo I'm happy you are my man and I'm yours. Would it be a burden
for you not to make love with the others?"

"No not as long as I have your love."

"But if one day you felt desire for one of the others too strongly I
want you to tell me before anything happens Jojo not afterwards..."

"I swear it Odisej."

"Also if it is someone from outside..."

"I would do it only if I had to adopt him and only if you agree my
love."

"But now that the rite is over do you feel like making love with me
Jojo?"

"Yes I certainly do. Come here..."

As they had established the rite of announcing a union they decided to
make some other rules too. First of all a father could not unite with
his adopted son or two brothers with each other without having first got
the authorization of the chief of the tribe. A couple could eventually
adopt a new son together and they could decide which of them would be
the father. A newcomer before being accepted only had to make love to
the prospective father and to the chief or somebody chosen by the chief.
With the other members of the tribe he was free to make love or not.

If a couple wanted to split they had to tell the chief on one of the
three 'love days' but had to stay together until the following love day.
If the partner who wanted the separation was still bent on separation on
the following 'love day' he had to be "caught" in bed with another
person. So the "betrayed" one asked the chief to take the wedding rings
from him and his partner and the ousari would melt them. The bed the
closet and all the couple's goods would belong to the "betrayed" and the
"cheater" was given only his clothes the Rogasi ring and his working
tools. The procedure was designed with the aim of discouraging
separations but without making them impossible.

If one married partner was caught having sex with another except for the
rite of adoption his companion had three options - forgive him and say
nothing call the Kriss and ask for a punishment or ask for a separation
declaring his partner a "cheater".

So the Rogasi tribe was gradually accumulating its rites and its
traditions and its laws like any other Romany tribe.

They were camping near Bologna when a new Gadje was admitted in their
tribe. His name was Maurizio Sestini and was sixteen years old.

Maurizio was a hustler at the bastions not far from the Cassero. One
evening while the Rogasi were going back to their camp after a show
Mateo went past there in one of the cars and noticed the boy. He looked
something between a good boy and a rogue. Mateo had slowed down looking
at him with curiosity and was commenting to Fadil who was in the back
seat. He explained to him that that boy hanging about there that late at
night was almost certainly a hustler. And suddenly they became aware
that the police was preparing a roundup.

They saw Maurizio looking around with a worried if not scared expression
looking to see how he could escape. So Mateo opened the passenger door
and shouted to him "Here quick!" The boy looked at them hesitated
briefly and then got into the car and closed the door. Mateo slowly
drove away.

"Go on quicker!" the boy panted.

"No we mustn't look as if we are running away." Mateo answered and then
said "If the cops stop us tell them you were with us at our show.
Understood? And sit straight up; don't hide!"

"Are you actors?"

"Yes a kind of actor. And we are taking you home. So why don't you
really tell me how to get to your place."

"I don't want to go back home!"

"That's your business. But if they stop us I have to say I'm seeing you
home. Where do you live?"

"Up on the hill near Saint Lucas. Do you know where it is?"

"No."

"Go straight on and at the traffic lights turn right."

Mateo drove. When they had gone far enough and Mateo had turned right
the boy said "Danger escaped. Thanks. You don't really need to take me
home. Were you looking for a boy? What do you like to do?"

"No we weren't looking for a boy. We went past there just by chance.
Fadil hadn't seen any hustlers before so I was showing him some..."

"Fadil? Are you strangers?"

"We are gypsies."

"Gypsies? Wow! I never fucked with a Gypsy... Do you have somewhere to
go?"

"Yes we do. But you hustle for money don't you?"

"Well yes but I do it because I like it too. And you rescued me. The
police already caught me once and the second time they would send me to
a reformatory..."

"So would you have had trouble with your family..."

"No not trouble. My family knows."

"They know you hustle?"

"Yes sure. We brothers do that so as to support Mum and Dad. Dad is
always in and out of prison; more in than out. Mum was a prostitute
before she fell ill. So we three brothers now are hustlers."

"How three brother? All three?"

"Yes sure."

"But... you all three like it?"

"My brother Renato who is twenty and I we really like it. We both are
fags. Michele my brother of eighteen doesn't really like it. That's why
he is only willing to be the top. He is not versatile because he likes
screwing with women better."

"And your parents are aware that you three..."

"Of course they are. When Mum caught me while Renato was fucking me she
told us that instead of wasting time like that we had better to go
hustle to help at home. And she wanted us to do it even more after she
fell ill."

"Your brother was fucking you?"

"He taught me. My first time I was thirteen and he was seventeen. Now we
have been hustling for two years."

"And you like it."

"Well not really with everybody but on average yes I like it. And I
would like fucking with you two a lot." Maurizio said and stretched out
a hand to fondle Mateo's fly. "Hey friend it's already hard!"

"Yes. Do you feel like spending the night with us?"

"Where?"

"At our camp in our caravan."

"Will you kidnap me?" Maurizio asked in fun.

"No just fuck you." Mateo merrily answered.

"Both of you?"

"If you feel like it..."

"Sure I really do feel like that. Take me to your camp."

"Aren't your parents waiting for you?"

"No sometimes I spend all night with a john. They know it happens."

"Your elder brother still fucks with you?"

"No not any more. He has a bad crush on another hustler now."

"And you - do you have a boyfriend?"

"I? No. I'm free, free as the air. What do you like to do? In bed I
mean."

"A bit of everything."

"Are you boyfriends?"

"No just friends. Even though I'm considering asking him to marry me."

"Marry you? Two men cannot marry. This is not Holland."

"But in our tribe two men can marry." said Fadil who until then had kept
silent.

Maurizio seemed interested so they briefly explained their traditions to
him.

"Blessed prick! A whole tribe of faggots! What fun! That might make you
crazy with pleasure! It has to be great!" the boy commented in
excitement.

When they arrived at the camp they withdrew to a bed after telling the
others that the young hustler was with them and they had sex all the
night long.

"Are the others fucking now as well?" the boy asked during a break.

"It's quite likely..." Fadil answered.

"Just the thought of it is exciting! And... some of you are also married
together, you said?"

"Only one couple Jojo and Odisej."

"Heck! Will you introduce me to them tomorrow morning?"

"Yes certainly."

"And that hunk who told us what bed we could use who's he?"

"Zanko our chief."

"He should have a good cock..."

"If you want you can ask him to let you check it..." Mateo said
laughing.

"Heck yes! I'd really like that..."

The next day they introduced Maurizio to the others. The boy looked at
each of them from head to toe studying all of them. He chatted with
Odisej and Jojo about the fact they had married toured the caravans and
talked with all of them. He was interested when he discovered that Patri
once was a Gadje like him and found Tomaso very likeable or rather
fascinating. He spent all the day with them. Then he asked if he could
stay the next night too.

"But your parents what will they think when you still don't go home?"

"That the cops caught me. They are bound to have heard about the
roundup. But they won't be worried, no... so don't you worry either!"

He stayed with them that night too and had sex with Tomaso and Zanko.
And the next morning he asked Zanko if he could become one of them.

"You aren't yet of age Maurizio I would need a written authorization
from your parents..." Zanko answered him.

"Is this just a pretext to say no or you would like me to join?"

"No it's absolutely not a pretext."

"But do you want me?"

"To give you an answer we first need to vote for your admission."

"Well then hold this vote. If you want me you come to see my Mum and ask
her to sign the necessary papers."

"Alright Mauri, we will do so."

They voted and Maurizio got nine yesses out of eleven. So Zanko and
Tomaso took Maurizio home. The boy told his mother he wanted to go with
the gypsies and live with them. Hi mother at first didn't agree. She
didn't want him to go as she needed him to bring home money. But
Maurizio told her that if she didn't sign the documents he would stop
hustling anyway and wouldn't bring home anything - not even a single
lira.

His elder brother wanted to talk with Maurizio in private and when he
saw he was determined supported him. In the end his mother had to give
way and signed a declaration authorizing her son to go to work with the
theatrical company Rogasi and to live with them, and that she entrusted
him to the care of Mr. Tomaso Pittaluga.

Maurizio gathered his few belongings said farewell to his family and
went back to the camp with Zanko and Tomaso.

"She entrusted me to you so can it be you that adopts me Tomaso?" the
boy asked along the way.

"But if I adopt you we cannot marry in case..."

"Then I'd better ask somebody I don't want to marry to adopt me!" The
boy merrily exclaimed.

When they were back at the camp Maurizio studied all of them for some
time and finally asked Patrizio to adopt him as he too had been a Gadje.
And so they did that. They were then twelve and therefore decided to
build a fourth caravan and to buy another car. Also the fourth caravan
was made with two beds like the Saint George and they called it Saint
Lucas in honour of the place where Maurizio had lived.

Dule and Pero announced that they intended to marry so the second bed of
the Saint George was transformed. A few weeks later Mateo and Fadil
decided to marry too and one of the beds of the Saint Lucas was
transformed for them.

They were camping near Chieti when they met a caravan of lautari
Kaloperjia. And they met Boro the herbalist a boy of twenty. Boro was
really handsome and at once attracted the attention of Maurizio who
decided he wanted to have sex with him.

So he started to go with him when Boro was touring the meadows to search
for herbs and started discreetly but steadily to pay court to him -
particularly after Mateo told him that in his opinion Boro could be
interested in men more than in women. As Maurizio was feeling more and
more attracted to Boro and feared that sooner or later their caravans
had to part he decided he had to lay his cards on the table.

Boro was gathering some herbs for the treatment of catarrh and was
explaining how to recognize them to Maurizio who was crouching near him.

Maurizio asked him "Are there herbs that can make a person fall in love
with oneself?"

"Yes they say they exist but I don't think they grow here."

"What a pity. I need it..."

"You? There is somebody you want to make fall in love with you?"

"Well I would be happy just to have a good fuck with a certain person
without falling in love..."

"Ha! Is she a pretty girl?"

"You Boro do you have a girlfriend?"

"No not yet."

"But you're already twenty years old."

"Yes."

"Have you made love yet yourself Boro?"

"No. We can do it with our woman only after we are married therefore..."

"Ah. I on the contrary did it plenty of times. My first time was when I
was thirteen."

"Really? You Gadje are weird..."

"Hey! I'm not a Gadje any more now I'm a Rogasi Romany!"

"Yes sorry... An odd tribe yours."

"A wonderful tribe mine."

"So you made love at thirteen?"

"Yes. It was my elder brother who fucked me."

"Your brother? But how could it be your brother! That's weird..."

"He was seventeen and wanted to have a fuck and we were sleeping in the
same bed and so... It was great."

"Great?"

"Yes great. It's good doing it between men."

"Ha... you say so..."

"I swear. And, for example I'd like doing it with you."

"With me? It was for me then that you wanted that herb?"

"Yes you got it. You're a handsome boy Boro. Don't you feel like trying
to do it with me?"

"I... I don't think it would be right..."

"Come on Boro! Of course it would be right... if you want it and I want
it... Don't you feel anything for me?"

Boro seemed pensive then he said "Well... I... it seems that I have
always felt the desire to... to do it with a friend... with a boy... and
I like you but..."

"Well then, do it with me! Come on!"

"But... where?"

"Here in the meadow. Nobody can see us..."

Boro said he didn't feel like it notwithstanding Maurizio's insistence.
But the day after he went to call Maurizio to ask him to go gathering
herbs again together... He took him to a secluded place and there he
asked the boy if he could touch him... and in a while they were lying on
the grass half naked, and had sex. So Boro also asked to join the
Rogasi.

At first his folk didn't want to let him go but when Zanko told the
chiefs of the families that they were under the protection of the Baro
Mama and showed them her talisman Boro got permission and he chose Marko
as his father and was admitted and became a Rogasi.

When they pitched camp near Manfredonia, Tomaso asked Maurizio if he
wanted to marry him. The boy asked him to give him time to consider the
offer... On one hand he liked having sex with the others but on the
other hand he was strongly attracted to Tomaso and felt very happy with
him. So in the end he accepted and another bed was transformed for them.
So only two beds were still free for the five indomitable singles in
their caravan.

They resumed the road towards the north. In the outskirts of Civitanova
they pitched camp not far from that of a group of Sinti of the circus.
Here they became friends with Sandro, a Sinti who worked as a
contortionist and equilibrist. Sandro talking with Mateo asked him why a
Sinti had decided to become a Romany.

"I like this Romany tribe... We are all and only men..."

"What's that a gay tribe?" Sandro asked with a giggle thinking he was
making a joke.

"You got it. That's why I fit in so well with them." Mateo quietly
answered.

Sandro widened his eyes "Then you are gay too?"

"Yes. Why are you too?"

"Yes... And are you saying that... you ALL are gay?"

"Yes certainly all of us."

"And... how many of you are there?"

"Thirteen at the moment."

"God knows what orgies then!"

"Well just in part. Eight of us are in steady couples. But not the five
others."

"Well five is better than nothing... some nice orgies can always be
organized can't they? And then... from what I've seen you all are rather
handsome. And now that I think of it it's true I haven't seen any women
at your camp!"

"Sandro wouldn't you like to get to... know us better?"

"Are you proposing that I should have sex with you?"

"No. I'm married to Fadil and I'm faithful to him. But possibly with the
others..."

"Well one should never refuse a good fuck. Introduce me to your single
friends then... At least I will stop doing blow-jobs by myself."

"Blowjobs by yourself? What the heck... Oh yes I see you're a
contortionist! But isn't it more amusing doing it with someone else?"

"Yes I agree."

"Don't you have a boyfriend at the circus?"

"No. At times I do it with one of the trapeze artists... But he's
married and so we have to do it in secret. Occasionally if I'm lucky I
can do it with one of the audience but that's rather unusual and anyway
those are just one night stands."

"But Sandro when did you realise you are gay and how?"

"Ah... I was sixteen. There was a clown one who is not with us any more
... He sucked me and made me suck him and I liked it. And he did it also
with Cesare my trapeze artist friend but at that time I didn't know
about Cesare and neither did Cesare know about me because the clown
never told us about each other. He only told us on the day when he left
our circus. So Cesare and I started to suck each other... and ended by
fucking each other. But he unlike me likes women too and so he married.
At first I was somewhat jealous of his woman but then I adapted because
that was the only way to have him from time to time... And Cesare fucks
like a god. I really like doing it with him. I like fucking..."

"Then you really must meet my friends..."

"I'm feeling really eager to meet them too. When will you introduce me
to them?"

So Sandro made love with Patri then with Boro and also with Zanko and
Marko in a threesome and finally with Mile. When he met Mateo again he
was happy.

"I've spent the most delightful week of my life. Your friends are all
fantastic. Zanko is inexhaustible... Marko really beautiful... Boro
sweet and Mile a little devil. Patri... he simply made my head spin...
They really are each one better than the next. I feel that if you want
me I would like to become a Romany too and come to live with you..."

And so it happened. Sandro asked Fadil to be his adoptive father and
became a member of the tribe. He was an important acquisition. He had
immediately added his act to the groups programmes and he had also
suggested some improvements. Instead of doing a show consisting of a
patchwork of different independent acts why not merge everything and
create a musical? They discussed it for a long time and Sandro made a
proposal - he would write a script and they would try to execute it. If
everybody was happy with the result they would perform it and change to
that new style.

Sandro wrote a script about the story of Aladdin and everybody liked it.
They then wrote the music, designed the costumes and made the scenery.
Again at Sandro's suggestion the costumes were designed to show off
their beautiful athletic and sensuous bodies exposing them as much as
possible and wrapping or covering with semitransparent veils what had to
be covered.

Patri objected "But we cannot perform such a sensual erotic show in the
parish theatres."

"In the church theatres we will just cover ourselves a little more and
we will cut out some risquŽ details... But we have to aim at more
important theatres with paying shows selling tickets and so on... People
likes musicals, they like to look at beautiful bodies and to listen to
good music. We will perform more erotic dances in the communal theatres
and be more decent in the parishes. And we will be very successful in
both sorts of theatre you'll see!" Sandro said enthusiastically.

"Yes and we will have a queue of people from the audience wanting to
fuck with us!" Mile said laughing in amusement.

Both of them were right. The premire of their "Aladdin" in Modena was a
success and after the show they got more than one proposal for a night
of sex...

They moved westwards. The time of the pilgrimage was coming again and
the fourteen Rogasi with their four caravans wanted to meet the Baro
Mama as Zanko had promised her. They got to Les Saintes Maries de la Mer
early so that they could find a good place to camp and connect their
four caravans. After they had pitched their camp they went to look for
the Baro Mama's caravan. The old woman welcomed them with affection.
They gave her as a present a collier with fourteen pendants each in the
shape of a stylised man one for each of them.

"Chief Zanko my son! You are more handsome every time I see you! And as
always you are most welcome."

"It is a joy seeing you in good health, Baro Mama."

"Yes... And tell me, my Odisej is he fine?"

"Very fine Baro Mama. He is there as you see him with his companion
Jojo."

"Companion? You mean they are... together?"

"Yes I've celebrated their union. They love each other."

"Ah... good. You know, in confidence even though I helped you... and I
am glad I did it... it makes me feel weird when I think that my little
Odisej now has a... a spouse. Because this is what you meant to say; am
I right?"

"Yes you are right Baro Mama. They have shared bread and salt."

"Yes I see... Good. The important thing for me is that he is now happy.
Is he happy with his... spouse?"

"Yes Jojo loves and respects him and makes him happy."

"Good! I've heard you now have a fourth caravan."

"Yes and I think we will soon have to build one more or even two..."

"Very good. I'm glad chief Zanko. Do you see that I always wear your
brooch on my heart?"

"Yes Baro Mama. It's an honour."

"I want to give you the money for your fifth caravan. It will be a
rather late wedding gift ... how do you call it... the union? of my
Odisej."

"We will call the new caravan Baro Mama then."

"No chief Zanko my son. Call it Saint Sara as my fist name is Sara in
her honour."

"As you wish Baro Mama."

"And my Odisej has to live in it."

"Of course, Baro Mama."

"And he has to choose the car to haul it... Also the car will be my gift
for his wedd... union I mean. Ah maybe I love that great-grand-child of
mine too much! But we old people are weak you know. Nobody can help
it..." the old woman said with a sly chuckle.

The Baro Mama loaded them with more gifts. She gave some to each couple
and then more gifts for the singles. So the Rogasi to thank her decided
to offer to perform one of their shows for her and she invited all the
chiefs of the tribes and the elders. It was a success and was followed
by a celebration that lasted all night long.

During the following days three more Romany asked to join the Rogasi and
they chose Boro, Patri and Pero as fathers. They stopped at Les Saintes
Maries de la Mer longer than they had planned because they decided to
build the fifth caravan there the one to be named after Saint Sara.
Although it was modular therefore identical to the others it was more
lavishly and beautifully decorated.

Then they went back to Italy to roam the "roads of the world".

Besides "Aladdin" they added to their repertoire first "Faust" then the
"Story of the Shepherd" so that if they stopped in a place where they
had already performed they could still attract the old audience with a
new title.

At that point their tribe was rich and without problems. They built
their sixth caravan which they named after Queen Ana. A man of
twenty-five who owned a small farm house outside Orvieto joined them.
They decided to make the farmhouse their legal residence as this was
necessary under Italian law to allow them to establish a theatrical
cooperative to borrow funds and pay taxes... This allowed them to add
several new facilities. Moreover they had to change the number plates on
all their cars so that they all had similar plates with numbers in
sequence and this trivial thing increased their feeling of belonging to
the same group.

They used to stay at their "house" just once a year but even then they
carried on living in their caravans. The house was kept by a couple of
Gadje friends of the old owner and also gay but who didn't feel like
living a nomadic life. They kept the house and its garden in order and
also cared for all the legal and administrative problems of the tribe as
one of them was an accountant and the other an expert in commercial law.

Some years elapsed like that. The Rogasi tribe was now composed of ten
caravans and counted thirty-one members apart from the two Gadje living
in the house. They were now a very large family. They mounted their
caravans in threes and fours the couples living in separate rooms and
the singles all together using the beds that were still free. But they
always ate all together including both couples and singles.

It was a happy tribe. There were very seldom quarrels or disagreements
and only once did they have to summon a Kriss and that solved the
problem without bad consequences. Zanko was a very good chief admired
and respected even venerated, by everybody.

And finally Zanko decided to unite to a seventeen year old Romany who
had asked to be admitted amongst the Rogasi because he had fallen for
Zanko and Zanko for him.

But the boy whose name was Osman, had left his secret lover who was in
his former group in order to become a Rogasi. The lover, a man of
twenty-six, was married and had children. His name was Garabet and he
chased after them and challenged Zanko to a duel because he wanted Osman
back.

"Whoever wins the duel will keep Osman." The man said.

"How do you want to organise the duel?" Zanko asked, as he could not
refuse a challenge that was made according to the rules.

"You choose the weapon. But I want the duel to be to the death!" the man
roared.

"Ah so! Well if it's up to me to choose the weapon... I choose this
one!" Zanko said opening his trousers and showing his member.

All the Rogasi who had gathered around them in a compact circle burst
out into loud laughter.

"Don't be absurd! How can we fight to the death with... with that!"
Gabaret said in irritation.

"Whichever of us two is able to immobilize the other and also manages to
fuck him in the arse has the right to take both the other's life and
Osman. Do you accept?"

"Yes I accept. I will take back Osman fuck your arse and then I will
slit your throat like that of a pig."

"No you're wrong. I will keep Osman with me I will fuck you in the arse
and then your arse will be available for all my tribe. And as your life
will belong to me you will remain with us all your life long as our
slave and as everybody's whore."

Osman was very pale and said "If you win, Gabaret, before you can touch
me I will slit my own throat myself."

"Don't worry my beloved boy, Zanko will be the winner!" Zanko said to
him, self-confidently.

Thus in a circle formed by all the Rogasi the two challengers started to
fight in the centre of the circle wearing only a shirt and trousers with
bare feet.  After a few feints to test each other out they hurled one
against the other. For a while it seemed that Gabaret might have the
winning hand even though Zanko always managed to escape him at the last
moment. The other man was possibly stronger but Zanko was more nimble.
They fought for almost two hours. Gabaret was almost always the
aggressor but he was starting to show signs of tiredness.

And then Zanko appeared to wake up suddenly. Both had their shirts open
and out of the trousers the buttons torn away a long time ago. Gabaret
charged Zanko for the umpteenth time but Zanko shifted out of his way
and seized his shirt at the level of his chest and with a sharp pull
turned it inside out on his shoulders halfway down his arms. Then he
turned him over pulled him to himself and immobilised his opponent's
arms by tying them first with the tails then with the hanging sleeves of
the shirt. Gabaret managed to wriggle away and while he was trying to
free his arms furiously charged with his head down. Zanko again shifted
out of the way at the last moment and tripped him making him fall
heavily on the ground.

He then flung himself on top of Gabaret and with vigorous jerks undid
his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. Gabaret was vigorously
struggling to free himself roaring with rage and swearing. Zanko sitting
on him calmly pulled the man's trousers partly off and tied the ends
around his ankles so immobilizing his legs too.

Then absolutely calmly he pulled out his already hard member and spat on
the man's furrow salivating his anus. Gabaret was still tossing
desperately trying to avoid being penetrated and to free himself from
the clothes that tied him up. Then Zanko seized the man's testicles and
started to twist them slowly.

"Gabaret either you keep still and let me fuck you or I will tear them
off and then I will fuck your arse all the same and then let you bleed
to death. What do you choose?" he asked twisting them some more.

Gabaret's face was now purple. "You win... you win... I surrender!" he
moaned in pain and lying still.

"Good. Then keep still and let me fuck your arse!"

"Yes, yes do what you want only stop wringing my balls!" the man yelled
with a sob.

Zanko let them go spread some spit on his member and shoved it inside
the man with a mad push. Gabaret yelled but didn't move.

"Don't tell me you were a virgin! We have to hang out the diklo then!"
Zanko said sarcastically and started to fuck him violently under the
eyes of all his tribe. After he had unloaded inside him he stood up and
said "Now it's your turn to fuck him Osman!"

The boy opened his trousers and took Zanko's place. Zanko tidied
himself. Then he said to the others who were watching the boy fucking
the man in silence. "And after Osman, I want all of you fuck him
including the married ones!"

Then Patri went up to him and looked in his eyes "In the name of our
ancient friendship... Let him go now Zanko please."

"He doesn't deserve it."

"Ye,s you're right, he doesn't deserve it at all. And if by chance he
had beaten you I would have challenged him and after me all of us to
stop him from taking away your Osman and to revenge your honour. But
now, now that you have won... be generous. Be the great chief you have
always been."

Zanko then looked at the others and said "Alright. One of you bring here
the box of red and white stones. Who wants that shit of a man to be
allowed to go away put a red stone in the bag. Neither I, nor Osman,
will vote so there will be only twenty-nine stones. If he gets at least
fifteen red stones, I will let him go. If he doesn't get them he will
stay here as the tribe's whore as I swore to him."

Osman had ejaculated into the man and he stood up and he tidied himself
too.

Then decidedly he said "Yes, but if he is allowed to go he has first to
swear he will never again turn up here and never seek revenge in any
way! Or if he won't I will slit his throat with my own hands!"

"Alright my Osman it will be so. Now cast your votes."

There were seventeen red stones. Gabaret solemnly swore he would never
show his face to the tribe again and that he would not try to get
revenge of any kind so they let him go.

Afterwards they resumed the road to the place of pilgrimage. Zanko
introduced his spouse to the Baro Mama and gave her the present that the
tribe had prepared for her - a very beautiful arm-band with thirty-one
small gold filigree spheres, one for each of the tribe's members.

That was the last year they met the old Baro Mama as a few moths later
the old woman died and a new Baro Mama was elected.

After that the history of the Rogasi became part of Romany history. And
the Rogasi were given their proper honour as real manush!

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THE END

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