Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2010 17:16:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dream in Urdu 2

A dream in Urdu

By Aihu Fist

Part 2

I touched my head again and felt something crusty; I rubbed it a little and
looked at it. It was caked blood! One boy ran away and came back with a
sling and a stone. He pointed to himself and then to my head. Did I get it
right, was he saying that he had hit me with a stone? As a consequence, I
was tied down from the waist to my feet? They all roared with laughter at
the expression on my face. I didn't have much time to talk or to try to
understand what was so funny. Down went my head and one more boy positioned
himself and his cute little rod to penetrate my mouth.  My jaws were
getting sore and my skin turned baby pink. The sun was about to roast me
alive, I gathered. Without much of an explanation the eldest kids left in a
hurry, raising their pajamas high above the pelvis. The smallest of all,
who hadn't yet performed on me, remained seated and threw a few rocks at
me, trying to hit my sleepy manhood. It was as if they didn't consider me a
human being. But where was I, and who was I, kept drumming through my
aching skull like a lost mantra. There wasn't much time for pondering about
things. The big boys were back with poles and plastic. In a short notice
they had the poles up in the soil and had the plastic fastened to them. I
had a roof over me, at last. They were going to keep me here and shield me
from the sun. Why did they not untie me and lead me to a shelter or to
their home?

I smacked my lips to indicate that I needed something to drink. The tallest
boy lowered his pajamas, heaved a long penis over them and pissed a whole
load into a beaker. He offered it mockingly to me, but I shook my head. No
need to tell him no, two other big boys got hold of my mouth, kept it open,
and he just poured it in. I nearly gagged but they shut my mouth instantly.
Gosh, I swallowed it and it didn't taste that bad, it wasn't even remotely
salty.

I lay there all afternoon and the sun was about to set when three adults
showed up. They wore big turbans, a waistcoat over a long sleeve shirt and
baggy trousers. A few words were exchanged with the older boys, who
immediately shot in action. The eldest pointed to my feet and waist and as
a result I got freed. Then, the one with a grey beard barked once more at
them, after which they hurriedly left the scene. That is, they tried to
leave. The pre-teens were not allowed to go. What was going on? His `grey
eminence' poked at me with his a weird stick, which looked more like a
scepter. However, at the end of it, it felt like it was made of rubber. It
was quite fat and round like an elongated door knob, or...I didn't want to
think about it. I was shaken out of my reverie by a raw command directed at
me. I grasped I had to get onto my feet. I felt dizzy, and my head spun
like a yoyo. The rubber knob pressed against my pectorals, and then it went
down over my belly to my navel and ended up resting on my slender but still
dormant penis. It didn't move from there. Grey (old man), as I will call
him, seemed to enjoy his game. The knob proceeded to the end of my cock.
The gland being wrapped up in a long foreskin seemed to be something he got
excited about. The man was old, but his hands were swift and used to
controlling that stick. He let it descend all the way to where the gland
makes a difference with the shaft. He patted it gently and then pushed back
the foreskin, causing a bit of swelling there. But seemingly, he wanted
more. He tried to pull the skin back with the stick, but it didn't work. He
stomped his heels on the ground keeping his eyes on me for ages. He turned
around and ordered something for me to do. I didn't get it. He snapped at
me some words that sounded rude; his eyes shooting anger at me. His two
friends, who looked like they were his sons, grabbed me by my arms and
turned me round with my back to him. I felt the stick running a line from
my neck to my lower back, where it rested a few seconds. The stick
continued its way just above my crack, where it started to rub.

Another snap from Grey and the two made me bend over, and with a kick at
both my feet they spread my legs. The stick was now about to descend the
crack gully. It was a weird thing for me to stand like that, but I had no
bad feelings about it. I felt as innocent as a child, no evil thinking or
paranoid thoughts, whatsoever arose in me. My thinking was in images of
some sort, when I wanted to say something; I seemed to be using some babble
language. Nothing in me was coherent. I had to use body language to
communicate with them, and every time I did they laughed at me. I closed my
eyes again, I am sure this was a not the dream I wanted to continue. I
wanted the hot yellow water to carry on washing my face.

Grey clapped in his hands, and one of his friends, who was really a very
handsome man indeed, opened up a shoulder bag from which he got a collar of
some sort. It was quite small, more like a wristlet. The stick touched my
chin and pushed it up forcing me to look at the ceiling. I felt the guy
fumbling with my private parts and clip something to them. When the stick
left my chin I looked down and noticed that a `wristlet' had been tied
around my balls and cock. A strong long chain led from it to one of the
poles. In short I was tethered like a horse by my cock and balls. It was
not a leather leash but a copper one, which sat so tight it made my balls
tingle.

One little boy, who I assumed was not older than nine, made fun of me,
throwing more rocks at my cock and butt. Occasionally the men tugged at the
chain, so my cock danced like crazy. That was the best show they ever had.

Grey told the kids off and shooed them away. When they were gone, the old
man, obviously tired of the day sat himself down on the ground. You may
find this strange, but I had no desire to run. I just stood there like a
horse in the stable, ready to be saddled and ridden. I looked meekly at
them while touching the copper noose around my balls. It was shiny and
pretty. I liked it. I beamed at them and they smiled back at me. Then the
two younger men, they were much older than me, although I didn't even know
how old I was anymore, got closer to me. They seemed to ask permission
first from the Grey, who nodded, and they proceeded. Maybe a bit of humour
would make them my friends, I thought. So, I started snorting and whining
like a horse, and yes they liked it. I scraped my left foot in the ground
like horses do, and shook my imaginary manes

One of the men, thin, sinewy, big eyes and a hairless chin who I will call
the Sweetman, connected to my game, and whispered unintelligible words in
my ear; like a horse whisperer does. I felt aroused by it. The other man
was black as the night, with a dark curly mustache, his body thin and agile
like a snake. He began to stroke my backside, very softly at first and then
slapped it very hard repeatedly. I had not expected this and jumped as it
stung very badly. I whinnied harder and wanted to race around them.
Sweetman, who had whispered in my ear, now stroked my belly. It sounded as
if he said "easy, boy, now easy", but I am not sure. A finger ran over my
spine like it was counting the vertebras.  They looked at each other and
grinned. I saw it from the corner of my eyes, as they were standing by my
flanks. The dark handsome one placed his hand over my face and held it real
tight and shushed me. His middle finger touching my nose bridge and the
other fingers my cheeks. With his right hand he grabbed my left arse cheek
and squeezed it gently.

Maybe they were brothers, they understood each other without talking and
simultaneously without interfering with one another they worked on me, as
if to pacify me. Now one hand weighed my ball sack gently, cupping it,
rocking it, feeling me up. I became nervous again and trampled the earth
with my bare feet. I got to stand on my toes and neighed harder. That
strong hand came down hard again on my backside. Once, twice! It hurt for
real this time and I could not say all but acting shocked and angry. In
response to that, he only showed me his ivory white teeth and tauntingly
stuck his tongue between them. Sweetman weighed my balls was much nicer to
me, he let go of the sack, and move up to the shaft which began to grow in
volume. He then gently pulled the foreskin back. But it got stuck half way
and so remained safe in its fleshy sheath. I began to trample a little
nervous. He wanted to continue the pulling, but I pulled back
instinctively, having my rod slip out of his hands.  He was quick to get
hold of it and increased the tightness of his fingers around it. He tried
in vain and it hurt; No one had ever tried to pull my foreskin over my
gland. I began to sob like a child, tears soon running wild over my
cheeks. The children pranced around me and shouted at me making gestures
with their fingers entering a hole in their other hand. The youngest boy
struck my balls hard with his fist and other boys made a big show rotating
their hips and pushing their loins forward, while making faces at me. The
message was clear, no words needed. They were up to something.

Grey yelled and they stopped immediately. They seemed afraid of him. I was
left to stand there for minutes. Then one of them left, the disciplinarian
one, only to come back with a young boy of about twelve years old. In front
of me, he was without any hesitation on the man's part, stripped of his
pajamas and kurta and stood before me in a tiny loincloth, which in my
opinion, looked quite filled .

The boy was obviously embarrassed and kept his eyes closed. Grey slapped
him on the back of his head as a warning that he should heed their
commands. The tough guy ripped even that small patch from his loins, so the
young lad stood now stark naked by my side.

Then Grey got up and picked up a few twigs. He seemed to have no patience
with this boy and whipped him on his calves. The boy jumped and curled up
next to me. Then the Sweet guy picked him up and told him something. The
boy nodded and moved behind me, so I could not see what the plan was. I
snorted again and neighed heavily. The boy placed both of his hands on my
hamstrings and began softly to massage them. That had a heating effect on
me. I shook my head backward and whinnied suppressing the volume,
though. The sheer touch of his nimble fingers on my nerves in my gluttons
drove me insane. Did I hear him giggle? Yes, he actually did.

Grey barked again something harsh; for some reason he seemed to be very
agitated. It was a bit of surprise when the boy came to stand in front of
me; his face opposing my nipples. And what a face, his eyes shone with a
light that only boys can show. Fiery eyes, black as coal and equal coloured
eyelashes that seemed so thin and long, it made him look like a pretty
girl. The black line at the bottom of his eyes was nature's permanent
eyeliner.

Another yell was let out, and things changed dramatically for the both of
us. The boy sank lower with his head and took me in full surprise when he
swallowed the full length of my cock. His head bobbing like a buoy on the
sea. I snorted a couple of times, indulging in the treatment. The boy
looked up at me and now seemed truly in heaven as well. So why, had he
hesitated so long?  The bobbing went faster and I poked harder into his wet
mouth. Suddenly, I endured another hard spanking of my already sore buns.

My cock unplugged from the boys oral cavity, and to my surprise and pride
sported a naked gland. All cheered, but my rod was now untamable and they
wanted the show to go on. The boy was yelled at again. Now both men grabbed
him for a change. Sweetman laced the boy's arms around his neck and held
him by his butt tight to his belly. Gently massaging the boy's arse and
slowly parting the cheeks. I was now looking at what resembled a pink brown
flower. Black as I called the dark one, took me from my tether and led me
to the old man, who was waiting for me with a tin on his lap. I remember I
could not even read what it said. I had gone illiterate? He unscrewed the
lid and poured some of the content onto my deflating rod. He wasn't going
to let it deflate itself. I thought he was going to take care of the
exposed penis head. He rubbed it nicely which instantly made it erect and
ready for a second round.

Next, Black led me back under the tarpaulin. He squeezed my hams firmly and
got hold of my invigorated rod. The boy was still held steadfast; his
little hole was shining a fluorescent pink. One more whisper in my other
ear sufficed to make the blood flow to my cock. Gently but determinedly, I
was coaxed into approaching my new little friend. My leash was guided
through the legs of Sweetman. I was nervous and started to grind my hoofs,
whipping my manes dancing from side to side, holding my hips with my
hands. But Black hauled me in, thus I got closer and closer, until my rod's
mouth touched the little rosebud. Sweetman nodded at me, confirming that it
was positively a good move. He leaned with the boy in his arms against one
of the poles. A last tug at the leash and I touched down. It made one hell
of a squishy sound when my foreskin collided with the boy's portal.

But I got nowhere. Grey hurled abuse at me and angrily ran over to my
side. His raw hand got hold of my cock and with all his might pulled the
foreskin way back which revealed the massive knob glittering in oil.

A new tug at the leash brought me back to the boy, who was not frightened
at all. Ready for a new stab, I aimed well and suddenly it dawned on me
that I had hands and that I could lead my cock into the boy's arse. So, I
did; first a little pushing, then a little deeper and finally followed up
by the hardest push I could muster. The orifice seemed to expand easily and
embrace my gentle knob. The boy sighed deeply and he began to moan as I
moved in harder. I was much too hot and horny now to even let anyone come
in between. I was a stud, and I was going to breed with pussies. I don't
recall having mated with real pussies, but this pussy was a boy's. I hoped
he would become pregnant, and I would take care of the foal. In a strange
tongue I told the lad about my love for him and his tight pussy. I would
make him very happy. He seemed to understand me because he grunted and
groaned louder and louder.

Then Grey clapped his hands, the show was nearly over and he was waiting
for the climax. I suppose he was happy with his stud. I felt the boy's arse
muscles tighten every time I moved back in, scouring the deep entrails of
it. Sweetman helped us by skewering the boy real well on my rigid rod. When
I came to an explosion, I shot an uncountable load of sperm in there, and
began whining uncontrollably.

The boy had goose bumps all over his skin. He trembled and shivered with
every squirt of mine. I wanted to hug him, but a tug at my leash made me
bounce back, and my cock lost control and flopped out of the boy warm
stranglehold, squirting the rest of it on the his bum.

"Amriki", the bad guy shouted at me. He had never shouted or called me
like that.  Was that my name or a command? They carried the boy off and I
was tethered to the pole again. It was getting colder and they must have
seen it, for Sweetman, after everybody had gone home, had come back with a
blanket for me.

This was the first day of my life as a horseman. There were many rules,
which I didn't understand. When the men had left the scene, some of the
finest young boys came to see me, and not only see me. I became their
mare. They did not want me to ride them, which was fine with me mentally,
but it was harder for my cock not show my interest in riding them. The one
who tried to ride me first, was a fifteen year old lad. He made it crystal
clear that he wanted to taste my backside. I knew I was stud, but I was too
damn curious about letting slip a chance away like that, so I let him force
me to sit on all fours and shove his hard buck's shaft up my horse pussy.

That was an unforgivable mistake on my part, one that I would regret for
the rest of my horseman life. I should never have allowed anyone to ride
me, for I was the one who rides. It seemed to be an unwritten law that man
can ride a boy but not otherwise. I had let that happen and I hadn't been
informed of the consequences. But it was too late. The news was out the
next day.  I got the gist of the why of a punishment.

Grey had me tied up at my hands and was whipping the hell out of me. I
never saw that boy again. No more sweet talk from the Sweetman, no more
nice strokes on my butt by Black. However, Grey still enjoyed whipping my
arse with his twigs. My butt cheeks were scarred with crisscross marks. But
it made no difference to the old bastard. I couldn't do much as the two
`brothers' were watching to defend myself, as one hold the leash steadfast
and tug it with every lash I got. The Baddie kept salt in a bucket which he
used as a threat to keep my obedient.

I only realized what the norm was when at night both men took turns on
me. But I for a blanket, I was still naked, and even that was to be taken
away from me. All the boys were called for, to witness this public
humiliation. However, they were told to strip and masturbate while watching
me getting punished severely.

When Black pushed my body down, plastering my belly against the rocks,
and had spat in his hands, I guessed what I was in for.  However, I found
the grinding and scrubbing of this hairless body to be so masculine, that
it turned me on. He noticed it and yelled at me, sticking his finger
straight up into my arse. Next, I had something fleshier and warmer up
there. I realized he used me now like I had used the boy. I was a pussy to
him. Respect thrown out of the window, I was going to be used like a real
slave pussy, because I had allowed younger boys to ride me. It was stupid
of me, but I did try to resist Black, because his dick was not as nice as
boy's. When he realized I refused to succumb to his rape, he asked for
Grey's stick and placed it against my sphincter. That's when I realized
what the knob was for; why it was made of rubber. It was all shiny with oil
and he rammed it inside of me with no second thoughts. I arched back in
pain and screamed in agony. Everyone cheered the Black and threw rocks at
me. Fortunately they avoided my face, but my manhood was hit several
times. The giant rod pulled in and out and sometimes he would turn it
around, grinding my innards hot.

I could see the audience; surely there must have been a hundred of men and
boys, some eating popcorn and drinking Coke. I could see them wanking madly
at the scene. Some of them had seated themselves with their legs spread,
fingering their anus with one or two fingers. I presumed all those who did
that had already lost their virginity to these bearded men, who were now
abusing me.

I wasn't going to ride the boys no more. I was going to be the men's and
boy's whore forever, unless I tried to escape. But where should I go? Where
was I? I still had no idea and could not even speak a proper language. My
thoughts were abruptly put on hold as Black pulled out the rubber penis,
placed his cock against my hole, ready to made his last pushes and slaps
against my backside. He grunted like a fat a boar, and spilled it in
me. Having pulled out his fat dick, seemed to have been the sign for the
youth to pelt me with more pebbles. They cheered the baddie on, and they
jeered at me when Sweetman took over from Black, and Grey slapped his
thighs in delight of what was to come.

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