No chance of escape
Callum was bored, lately there was nothing unusual about that, Bored was the norm, ever since his mum and dad had divorced and his dad had dragged him of to live a nomadic life style, in the Far East. Callum’s dad works for an international Aid Organization, they went to the Countries where his dad was needed the most, and this subsequently meant that the places he went to live and work, were invariably third world countries where poverty was the order of the day.
This City in the south of Pakistan is no different; it appeared to Callum that all the people in this place, are poor and starving, and none more so than the street k**s and the beggars who accost the foreigners. The beggars offered all manner of wares, and sometimes they even offered themselves and their c***dren to the rich foreigners, they would do anything to get money to buy food to sustain themselves and their families.
Callum’s dad had warned him not to go into the southern sector of this large squalid city, it is the sleaziest part of town, where the pimps and prostitutes work and live. Rather than scare Callum off it had the opposite affect, like a mosquito drawn to a bright light, Callum drawn to explore that forbidden zone. To seek out experiences that he could not yet put into words.
Callum had finished his shower and stood gazing at himself in the full-body length mirror, seductively he rotated his slim naked hips and giggled boyishly as he watched his reflection in the mirror as his small 4 inch uncut penis bounce sexily back and forwards.
At thirteen years of age, Callum was small for his age and he was yet to show any real signs of puberty, only a few small hairs had started to sprout around the base of his cock, he’d worried about that, but his dad assured him that puberty was inevitable, the fact that he had blond hair didn’t help as there was very little contrast between his pale white skin and his light colored hair.
Callum tugged on his cock which caused blood to rush into it as his cock extended to its full length four inch length, for a moment he was tempted to keep pulling on it until he felt that special build up that would lead to the wonderful feeling when he would cum. Lately he had even started to produce small quantities of milky white fluid. Still he would have preferred that he look older, or at least look his age.
Callum stopped pulling on his cock, because he knew that if he blew his load then his courage would dissolve and he wouldn’t have the nerve to go exploring in the forbidden sector, so instead he reluctantly let go of his penis and picked up his bright red briefs, for a moment he hesitated, should he wear underwear?
Probably, he pulled on a pair of baggy cargo shorts and his favorite tee shirt, it was a touch on the small side but it was after all his lucky shirt. Finally he pulled on his ankle socks and converse keds, brushed his hair away from his eyes and got ready to leave.
Mum used to follow him around the house with a hair brush, his long blond hair was nearly always across his eyes, “how can you see where your going?” his mum would argue as she tried to brush his hair away from his eyes, but Callum liked it best that way, it hid his eyes, not that he didn’t have nice eyes, they were green, but both his parents had the brightest blue eyes and it was the one single thing about himself, that he wished he could change. At least his dad couldn’t care less how he wore his hair or his clothes.
It was mid afternoon when Callum finally left the Hotel where he and his dad lived, albeit his dad was away most of the time leaving Callum alone for weeks on end. Callum felt a twinge of guilt as he turned south towards the river. Before leaving the Hotel room, he stashed a small amount of the local currency into his shorts pocket, not enough to be a tragedy if he was robbed but still enough, by Callum’s reckoning, to buy something.
He walked along the esplanade which fortunately was not too crowded at this time of the day as most of the locals were still enjoying their midday siesta. He continued on south until he reached the river, he was now on the boundary of his local knowledge in terms of geography, he looked behind him at the large predominant spier of a church, and decided that would be his compass if he got lost.
On the southern side of the river the smell and the poverty was far more obvious, bleak faces stared up at him as he walked with purpose towards the southern area of town, here the peoples situation was so desperate that the poor did not even bother to beg. It was much the same for the next mile or so, until slowly Callum noticed that the surroundings were changing, every now and then he saw a cinema or some kind of club and even though he could not read the writing on the local signs he could tell by the pictures on the billboards that they were naughty cinemas or clubs or XXXX book shops. It wasn’t long before he was accosted for the first time by a local prostitute, brazenly she walked right up to him, smiled sweetly and reached out and placed her hand over his crotch.
Callum jumped back in surprise which made the whore laugh. He did not understand a word of what she was saying but he had gotten the gist of it. Suddenly other whores were around him, before long he was in the midst of 4 girls or rather ladies, none of them were particularly pretty or young.
Callum was frightened, nothing like this had ever happened to him before, it was far from how he imagined it laying awake at night fantasizing. Their hands roamed over his body, one went under his tee shirt and pinched his nipple, another slid along his smooth hairless legs and yet another hand was squeezing his butt appreciatively. Callum panicked and started to struggle which only made them more determined, clearly they were enjoying humiliating the small white boy. Finally he managed to break free and he made a dash for it, two of the whores gave chase as he ran blindly down an alley which led to another and yet another, he kept running until he felt sure he had lost them and he leant heavily against a wall, to catch his breath.
Callum was startled by a voice that came out of the dark and was about to panic, when he looked and saw it was only a small beggar boy, who looked to be about ************. “I don’t understand what you’re saying” Said Callum as the ********** rambled on.
The boy saw the blank expression on Callum’s face and realized that the blond boy did not speak the local language, so he tried the little English that he had learnt from watching the rich people play cricket at the oval, he went there sometimes to beg, “You want sexy?” The boy asked..
Callum didn’t understand what the boy meant but he clearly understood the sexy word, but he wasn’t sure how this little guy could help him find that which he was looking for, which he himself wasn’t even sure of. “I don’t understand... what kind of sexy?” Callum asked shrugging his shoulders casually trying to appear disinterested.
The ********** could see that he had Callum’s attention, the fish was nibbling on the hook, young he might be but he was well versed in the art of seduction, the challenge was to find out what the older boy wanted, did he want a girl? That would be hard for Jamaal, as he didn’t know or trust any girls, did he want to fuck Jamaal?
That he could do, after all the white boy was ********** and cute and he would like to be fucked by him and maybe fuck him also. Jamaal smiled sweetly up at Callum and then deliberately shifted his gaze to the boys cock, and then back up into his eyes as he reached into his own shorts and fondled himself, he turned slowly around and waggled his tight butt for Callum to see.
Callum despite try not to be, was becoming aroused, his cock tented the front of his shorts and his face blushed beet red as he shook his head, “NO”. Unfortunately his tented shorts were stating the exact opposite and the little vixen could clearly see that he was interested.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
The whores had frightened me! I panicked and ran, now I am completely lost with no idea as to which direction I should go, I have only just got my breath back, ' gee I’ve become unfit’, I used to be in the track and field team back at my old school.
Suddenly this little k** appears, gosh he’s so tiny and I thought I was small for my age, his skin isn’t as dark as most of the locals I have seen so far, maybe he is a half cast or something? Right now being here, doesn’t seem such a good idea, I wish I could just get back to our hotel and be safe. The k** is babbling in the local language, I have no idea what he is saying to me, but I guess he is begging for money so to show him that I have no money, I turn my pockets inside out, the universal signal, 'I don’t have any cash...’
But he is still persisting, finally he pauses and I think he understands that I don’t speak his language, suddenly he says something which I can understand, something about being sexy? Does he think I am, or does he mean himself? Suddenly I understand, he is asking me if I want to have sex with him, the thought makes me blush, only gay guys have sex with other guys don’t they?
I shake my head back and forth, “NO, NO, NO” but he isn’t listening, now he’s turning around and showing me his butt! Despite myself I am getting hard, that happens a lot to me nowadays, I just can’t seem to help it. Dad says it’s normal, I used to love walking around without undies on, but I can’t anymore, it’s too risky if I get a boner. I look closely at the k** and remind myself that he’s a boy but it doesn’t seem to help, he does look sexy and the fact that he is obviously available and that he knows a lot more about sex than me, turns me on, but I wouldn’t even know what to do with him so I keep shaking my head, no!
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In a metaphoric sense, Jamaal continued to reel in the cute white fishy, he looked up at the boy with an expression of disappointment on his small dark face. Suddenly a thought crept into his mind, maybe the boy would like to see something sexy rather than do something sexy? Jamaal held up his hands with his thumbs up to indicate he understood and then he spoke again, pointing at himself, “I be sexy with my friend” he said as he pointed down the alley, “You look, not be sexy” he said hopefully...
It took a little while but Callum was finally starting to understand what the boy was saying, it seemed that he wanted Callum to see he and his friend do something sexy, Callum was mildly interested, after all he hadn’t come all this way to have to turn around and go home empty handed, that would be disappointing. Callum wanted to make sure that the boy understood that he would not be participating in anything himself so he pointed at his chest and indicated, “Callum no sexy” then he pointed at the boy “you have sexy with friend?” he said pointing down the street…
They had an accord but they still had not settled on a price, and to Callum this was important. Jamaal had ideas that extended beyond a quick fuck, so he went along with what the boy offered in terms of payment and pretended to be offended, which is the normal modus operandi of any negotiation processes.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I wasn’t exactly sure what I was letting myself in for and I wanted to make it crystal clear as to how much I was willing to pay so see something sexy, albeit I had no idea what that meant, especially with in the context of this little guy. None the less I followed him when he took hold of my hand and led me down a myriad of alleys until finally we came upon what appeared to me, to be a derelict building which actually turned out to be some kind of boarding house.
The k** led me purposely past a seedy and mean looking guy, who smiled lustfully at me, I felt his wanton stare stripping me naked, his tongue poked out through a toothless mouth and he licked his lips. As we turned the corner I was very glad to be out of his site. Jamaal, that’s his name by the way, led me up several flights of stairs and into a small room which contained only two items of furniture, a single steel frame bed and a metal chair.
The bed is filthy but the chair looks ok. Jamaal pushes me down into the chair and gestures for me to wait, I am afraid to be here alone but I figure, why would he bring me here and then leave me and not come back. Jamaal grabs my left wrist and my watch and points, ten minutes, and then quickly leaves, closing the door behind him…
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Jamaal ran as quickly as he could down the stairs and out through the side door of the building, he was careful not to go past the old man who owned the building as that would indicate that the white boy was alone upstairs and who knows what would happen if he was faced with that sort of temptation, Jamaal had seen the look of desire on the old mans face, although he could hardly blame him, the white boy was very easy to look at, those full red lips and the mystical green eyes and his smooth alabaster skin.
He ran from squat to squat calling out his friends name until finally he found Ijah. Ijah had the biggest cock that Jamaal had ever seen and he had seen a lot of cocks, the first time Ijah had fucked him he thought he was going to die, he could have sworn that his cock was all the way inside his stomach and when Ijah came inside Jamaal ass, he was sure that if he burped it would smell like cum, even though he knew that to be impossible.
Ijah, as usual was surrounded by girls who were always hanging around him hoping to get a glimpse of his huge shlong, but Jamaal knew that Ijah was not in the least interested in girls, he liked boys, particularly **********s and Jamaal knew that he was one of his favorites.
“Ijah, Ijah” called Jamaal.
Ijah turned at the familiar sound of his little friend’s voice, it was true he liked boys, especially **********s and he particularly liked Jamaal because the sexy little nymph had paler skin than most of the local boys. His skin was a soft warm brown rather than coal black skin of most of the boys he knew...
“Jamaal, little buddy, why are you rushing around and shouting so?” asked Ijah as the smaller boy crashed into him and gave him a warm hug…
While Jamaal breathlessly tried to explain, Ijah told the girls to go away, and reluctantly they did, leaving behind the curious site of the older, ************ and the smaller boy hugging.
“I have a business proposition for you, Ijah,” said Jamaal excitedly as he proceeded to tell Ijah all about the white boy and the sexy show. He explained his plan and how they should go about making it happen.
“But why do you think this white boy will fall for it?” asked Ijah...
Jamaal thought for a minute, “his eyes, I saw it in his eyes, he’s a whore even if he doesn’t know it yet” stated Jamaal.
Ijah wasn’t so sure, all foreigners are strange but Ijah, was never one to let an opportunity go by, so he followed Jamaal back to the squat where the white boy was waiting, besides he thought to himself, if the boy was half as cute as what Jamaal described then he would very much like to fuck him…
Callum was on the verge of making the decision to leave and to try and find his way home when suddenly the door burst open and in bounded Jamaal. Following Jamaal was an older boy, obviously a local as his skin was almost blue black, at first Callum thought him to be a man because he is so tall and he has a shadow of hair below his nose, the starting of a moustache.
But on closer inspection Callum decided that he was most likely 18 or 19. Like Jamaal he was very thin but unlike the boy he was sinewy, Callum was sure that under the loose fitting shirt the teenager was all muscle.
Ijah jaw all but fell open as he first lay eyes on the white boy who was sitting on the metal chair. Ijah stared open mouth at the boy, his golden hair shone in the pale afternoon sunlight and his lips, what beautiful lips, so red and full, how he longed to kiss that mouth.
The boys skin is flawless, Ijah looked down at his skinny hands folded in his lap, so smooth and Ijah was certain that he did not have a single wart or imperfection on his entire body. Ijah cock began to fill with blood as he drank in the beauty of the boy.
The white boys reaction to Ijah was even better than he had hoped for, Jamaal could see the boys white cheeks flush red and he had the 'fuck me please?’, look on his face. For a long while their eyes were locked together, Jamaal giggled as he glanced at both the boys crotches, Ijah huge log was neatly defined in his trousers like a large snake on a log, the smaller boys penis was tenting his shorts out. Callum smiled cutely as Jamaal introduced them and they shook hands, Ijah hand clasped the smaller white boys, the contrasting colors of their skin and the way that Ijah tickled the boys palm was about the sexiest thing young Jamaal had ever seen and he felt a sudden pang of jealousy.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I was just about ready to leave, it seemed to me that Jamaal was playing some kind of game where either he wasn’t coming back or was waiting until it was too dark for me to find my way home. I was just about to get up when all of a sudden the door swung open and suddenly Jamaal was there. But he wasn’t alone, behind him was a man, or maybe an older teenager, tall and lean he looks powerful. His skin is so black, for the briefest moment I let my eyes wonder over him, his arms and legs are sinewy, and oh my god the bulge in his pants is huge, it must be some kind of trick, because surely no one has a cock as large as that?
Jamaal is introducing us and suddenly his hand is thrust into mine, I look down at his hand, his skin is so dark and looks beautiful against my pale white skin, his grip is strong too, much stronger than mine, feelings are stirring inside me, I don’t understand them, I can’t even define them yet, so primal are the urges I am feeling, suddenly I feel his fingers tickling my palm, I blush yet again as my penis springs to full attention. I want something from this guy but I don’t know what, I want him to want me, but I think he already does and we both seem to know it, even though not a single word has been exchanged between us. I hear Jamaal giggle, we have been holding hands for too long and now I am embarrassed so I pull my hand away and smile at him.
Jamaal breaks the spell between the two boys by reaching out and taking Ijah’s hand as he pulls him away from Callum towards the bed, he gestures for Callum to once again sit on the metal chair. Ijah eyes are still on Callum. Ijah is facing Callum and Jamaal has his back to him and he reaches up and slowly pulls Ijah’s shirt up over his head, Ijah has to bend down so the younger boy can achieve his goal.
Callum’s eyes glaze over as his eyes drink in Ijah’s lean muscled chest; he notices that Ijah like himself is mostly hairless, except for under his arms where a nest of curly black hairs protrude. Jamaal grasps Ijah’s hips and tugs at the waistband of his tattered trousers; he slowly pulls them down around his hips. Callum has his first view of the boys cock as the descending trousers slowly reveal inch after endless inch of the beautiful coffee colored cock.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
He’s not a girl, yet I find his body beautiful and incredibly sexy, slowly Jamaal reveals inch by inch to me as he strips Ijah naked, I get my first glimpse of his cock, at first I can only see his pubic hairs, but now his cock, oh my god its thick as well as long, Jamaal is teasing me, I can tell by the way he is moving so slowly. As each second passes so does another inch of Ijah’s cock! I wonder will it ever stop or will it be as long as his leg! Finally I can see the head and its not that far above his knees, I estimate his cock to be at least ten inches long, which is nearly three times the length of my own.
Ijah’s eyes have never left me and now as I look at him in astonishment, he is smiling knowingly, it’s as if he can read my mind, if he can then I wish he would tell me what I am thinking? My mind is completely consumed by the naked visage of Ijah. My cock is straining the front of my trousers it wants to be set free but I dare not, even in my lust filled state, I am still to shy to move.
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Jamaal lifts the monster cock up so that now its pointing straight out horizontally, Ijah is cut and his bulbous cock is weeping pre cum. Jamaal turns slightly side ways so that Callum has a better view of what he is doing, slowly and deliberately his head moves to the cock and his tongue snakes out of his tiny mouth and swipes the pre cum of the end of Ijah’s cock. For a moment he savors the taste then swallows, his eyes close to tiny slits as he smiles with satisfaction.
The white boy’s mouth involuntarily falls open his eyes widen and u*********sly he licks those luscious lips, no doubt imagining that it is he licking Ijah’s cock. Meanwhile Jamaal’s left hand is stroking up and down Ijah’s cock and impossible as it seems the cock gets even longer as it stiffens and now resembles an iron bar, it no longer needs to boy to hold it out straight, its not horizontal but its not exactly hanging down either. Jamaal stands up and quickly strips of his own clothes, his body is small and boy-like but the white boy isn’t even looking, his eyes are fixed firmly on Ijah’s abundant appendage.
Jamaal stands on his tip toes and places his hands either side of Ijah’s head as he kisses him passionately on the lips, But even during this Ijah is still watching the white boy, he does however return the kiss and his hands move to Jamaals back and slide slowly down to the boys firm rump, he grasps the cheeks in his palms and stretches them open, revealing the young boys puckered hole to the white boy.
Ijah’s index finger finds the hole and traces circles around it, Jamaal sighs with pleasure when slowly the finger penetrates him. Ijah’s finger is inside him now all the way to the first knuckle and Jamaal’s small body shudders when the finger touches him in that special place, his tiny erection is poking Ijah’s thigh.
Suddenly Jamaal pulls away, seemingly from no where he produces a tube of lubricant, he has a growing need to be fucked, quickly he greases himself down there. Meanwhile Ijah is stroking his own cock in anticipation, as he does this he is watching the reaction from the white boy. At last Jamaal is ready, he turns and is kneeling on all fours on the bed, Ijah is behind him, the white boy now has a side on view of what’s about to happen. Ijah nudges Jamaal’s buttocks with his huge weapon and the boy shivers with anticipation of what is to come.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Its really going to happen! He’s going to fuck the little guy, surely its not possible with that monster cock, he will rip the boy apart and cause internal injuries! Jamaal must know this but still he is willing to let the older teen try to fuck him, willing? Jamaal seems almost desperate for him to do so, I want to stop this ********* from being torn apart but I am to horny to think rationally, I want him to be fucked I want to see the look on his face when the cock finally goes inside him, a part of me wants to hear him scream with pleasure as Ijah’s owns him, an even bigger part of me wants Ijah to own me!
Make me his fuck toy, I realize that its only my uncontrollable imagination driven by my lust that is making me feel this way, but its safe enough for me to think but not safe to do, so instead I rub my own cock and I keep on watching.
Ijah bulbous cock head is now pushing at the boy’s anal rose, unbelievably his hole is widening and suddenly before my very eyes as Ijah shoves even harder, the head of his cock disappears inside the boy. I look quickly at the boys eyes which are firmly clamped shut, clearly he is in pain, Jamaal is biting his lower lip.
Ijah waits for the pain to wash over the boy, before he pushes again. Push stop and wait, this is repeated over and over again until at last he has all of his huge cock buried deep inside the boy, I look down between the boys thighs, his lower abdomen is distended by the huge appendage which is inside him. I look at his face, the pain has gone now his eyes are glazed over, he seems to be in a world all of his own, one where unbelievable pleasure is slowly creeping in.
Ijah slowly pulls his cock back out of the boy and for a moment I think that Jamaal’s insides are coming out, golly, he’s going to pull his intestines out with him? But then his cock slides out all the way to the head, I can see the distended tummy flatten as the appendage leaves his body, Ijah pushes in again and slowly starts to fuck the boy.
I take my eyes of the monster cock for a moment and look at the boys face and I see complete rapture, he’s in heaven and mumbling to himself words that I cannot relate to because they are in his native tongue but I can well understand his meaning.
Ijah pace is slowly increasing and now the boy has tears streaming down his face and he is moaning almost non stop, my own hand is on my cock I am rubbing it furiously in tune with the fucking that Jamaal is receiving, I feel my own sexual intensity building, I know that soon I am going to cum, so I deliberately slow down wanting to prolong the moment until the two boys on the bed have climaxed.
Suddenly Ijah gives the boy a powerful shove that flattens him down onto the bed, Ijah is on top of him thrusting wildly, faster and faster he pumps the boy, his eyes are fixed and his hips are a blur, suddenly mid thrust he lets out a scream of pleasure and stops as his whole body stiffens as he climax’s.
Rope after rope of hot cum flows into the ********* until it can no longer contain it and the hydraulic pressure in his tight butt hole causes it to squirt out of the sides, I can only imagine how it feels, the cum flowing up into his guts are to much for his small body to handle so its forced out of his bum hole, I sigh loudly as my own small cock explodes in my pants, My cock squirts three four times, its more than I have ever cum before and with far more intensity…
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The two boys on the bed collapse exhausted while Callum sags in his chair. Jamaal had cum twice as he was fucked by Ijah, now he lays on his stomach with Ijah on top of him, as slowly Ijah pulls his semi hard cock out of the boy, as he does his juices flow copiously from the boys butt hole and splash into a growing puddle between Jamaal’s legs.
Now that their lusts have been slaked the two boys on the bed seem anxious to complete the business end of this transaction and Callum also is anxious to be away from this place, after the fires of lust are no longer burning there is only reality and the reality of this squalid stinky room is too much for him. Jamaal dresses quickly, not even bothering to wipe cum from his butt, he walks over to Callum and holds out his hand for his money!
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
That was the most awesome thing I have ever seen, but now I feel dirty, I mean am I a ****** for having not only seen them fuck but enjoyed watching it? I want to go home I want to be away from this place. The ********* is holding out his hand and asking for his money, well heaven knows he deserves to be paid. I reach into front pocket of my cargo shorts for my cash, which I had put in there before leaving the hotel, the clasp is already undone, that’s unusual I think to myself, I was sure I had done it up when I left home? I reach inside but there is nothing there!!!
This is impossible; I definitely had the money what happened to it? Suddenly I remember the whores. Oh my god they stole my money the must have pick pocketed me as they were ******* me, I see a worried look on Jamaal face as he utters something to Ijah in their native language, only now there is not a shred of friendliness in their voices.
“My money is gone! I think the whores stole it!” I declare and once again pull my pockets inside out to show them that I am not lying.
The ********* is enraged, he slaps my hand away and suddenly his hands are searching me, he even shoves his hands inside my boxer shorts to see if I have stashed my money there, then he pushes me onto the bed and pulls my shoes off and looks inside them, my socks are not far behind.
I am more afraid then I have ever been in my short life, little Jamaal seems transformed. Ijah looks on amusedly but does nothing, I look at him pleadingly but suddenly Jamaal slaps me hard in the face and my cheek stings and despite trying not to I start to cry. He raises his hand to hit me again, I plead with him to stop.
“I’ll do anything, please don’t hit me, I promise I’ll bring you the money lots more than we agreed, tomorrow I promise”. Unfortunately for me he did not understand a single word of what I had said.
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Jamaal was enraged, he thought he was going to make a lot of money out of this white boy but the white boy had lied to him and ripped him off, at first he wanted to get his knife out and cut the boy, cut him bad, but common sense took over and he realized that could buy him a lot of trouble, killing or maiming another street k** was no big deal but this boy is a foreigner and lots of people had seen Jamaal with him and Ijah too, its not that he was afraid that they would tell the police but rather he knew they would blackmail him.
Jamaal paced around the room angrily, wondering what to do, then suddenly an idea dawned in on him, he had expected to make money by letting Ijah fuck him in front of the boy, and putting on a show, well maybe he could make money by making the white boy put on a show, he knew by the way that Ijah looked at the pale boy that he would be up for it, he also knew that Achmed, the whoremonger that owned the cat house not far from the river, would pay handsomely to watch such a show.
Achmed liked boys too, although having a house full of female whores, who could blame him, Jamaal thought to himself...
Jamaal explained his plan to Ijah who couldn’t agree fast enough, his cock had instantly become erect again and he rubbed himself in anticipation. Jamaal knows that Achmed speaks English and that he has a way with words so he can explain it to the boy. He points to the discarded socks and shoes and gestures for Callum to put them back on, which the boy does rapidly, clearly Callum sees this turn of events as a good sign, after all if they were going to kill him then they wouldn’t bother telling him to put his shoes back on.
After all three boys were dressed Jamaal grabs hold of Callum’s arm and shove him out the door and down a side stair away from the front of the building; soon they are out in the street and headed back towards the river. They pass through the same alleys and just when Callum thinks that he recognizes a street they turn in the other direction, he tries to turn back but Jamaal holds him tightly and pushes him towards another dimly lit alley way.
Quarter of an hour later Callum is once again lost and disorientated, no matter how hard he looks he cannot not see the cathedral spier. Suddenly they stop in front of a three story building where Jamaal orders Ijah to hold onto Callum so he cannot escape whilst he goes and knocks on the wooden heavy door.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
At first I was sure that they were going to hurt me bad if not kill me, I could not get them to understand that I did not deliberately rip them off and that I had every intention of repaying the money which I owe them. When Jamaal ordered me to put my shoes and socks back on I was relieved because I didn’t think they would do that if they were going to kill me... Then we all leave the building together and my hopes for a good outcome swell, especially when I started to recognize streets leading back towards the river.
All of a sudden when I finally worked out how to get back they turn me in another direction, I try to resist but Jamaal hits me again and I am sure that if I resist that he will hurt me badly. We walk for ages and ages until suddenly we stop in front of yet another run down building, although this one seemed less run down than the one which we have just come from. Jamaal goes to the door as Ijah hold me firmly by my arms.
There is a long wait and then suddenly the door opens and an old lady scowls at Jamaal whilst he pleads with her. She seems about to close the door in his face when Jamaal points towards me, she looks at me mildly interested and then back at Jamaal, the two of them are having an animated conversation of which I understood nothing, suddenly she turns around and closes the door behind her. I think that Jamaal will be angry but he turns around and smiles at us.
A minute or so later the door opened again and the same old lady is there, she gestures for us to enter, waving at Ijah and I, who pushes me forward towards the door and when I hesitate Jamaal cuffs me hard on the ear and so I follow him into the building.
The door leads into a dimly lit corridor that smells of incense and something else which I can not place, at the end of the corridor is what appears to be some kind of meeting room or reception, we are ordered by the old lady to wait here.
The old lady leaves the room, but this time when she comes back there is a man with her. He is very fat, almost as round as he is tall and his color is more nut brown than black, almost the same color as Jamaal. His beady black eyes widen with interest as he looks me over, I don’t know what is going on here but I don’t like it, I would very much like to leave but realize that there is no chance of escape.
Chapter two, “Quid prid Quo”
Achmed could not believe the good fortune, the little street beggar Jamaal had brought him. His cock which had not stiffened for many months was suddenly pushing urgently against his silk tunic and all because of this beautiful white boy standing before him.
For nearly two minutes Achmed did not utter a sound other and an appreciative sigh as he examined the boy, when Jamaal attempted to speak he waved his arm, 'be silent’ he continued to drink in the beauty of the boy, slowly he walked around the c***d, admiring his flawless skin, his golden blond hair, his slim waist and almost feminine body, absentmindedly he rubbed his cock through his tunic.
Finally Achmed turned to Jamaal and motioned for him to speak.
Jamaal explained the situation to Achmed and that as a result of he not being paid, the boy had a debt to Jamaal and Jamaal decided to let Achmed in on his good fortune so that he may share in the profits. Achmed, had to admire Jamaal for one so little he certainly had a good sense of an opportunity, and luck was with him as there would be many opportunities to use this gorgeous c***d for their profit.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I did not like the way the man is openly staring at me, he is way fat and I feel as if naked under his stare, but its not a good feeling for this smelly fat man does nothing for me, unlike Ijah who turns me on. He, I find out his name is Achmed, and Jamaal are discussing me but I have no idea what they are saying, I am guessing it has to do with the money which I owe him but I cannot be sure as I do not understand their language. Finally the fat man finishes talking to Jamaal and much to my surprise he speaks to me in English, heavily accented English, but none the less I can understand him...
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“So young man you have stolen from my friend Jamaal, in this town this is a serious crime one for which you may be hanged or at the very least put in a horrible place for a very long time, and I can assure you a pretty little thing such as you would not see the year out in such a place as I refer to!”
“I, I didn’t steal from him, I had money and some whores pick pocketed me and took my money, but I can go and get his money, even more than I promised him, he can even come with me and wait while I get it from our hotel” Callum pleaded with the man...
“I am afraid I cannot allow that, for you have not shown yourself worthy of credit amongst us, no I am afraid I cannot allow you to travel back to the safety of your hotel where upon security guards would surely have my little friend arrested for prostitution...”
“Please mister, don’t send me to that place, I promise I’ll pay, I’ll do anything just tell me what I have to do” Begged Callum...
“Fortunately for you little man, there is another possibility, as you probably realize I own this house, it’s a whore house as you can plainly see, you have stolen from little Jamaal by not paying for his show, now I am afraid that you must repay in kind by providing a show for my customers, who shall pay me handsomely to watch you play with Ijah, he is a big boy don’t you agree” Said Achmed smiling lasciviously at Callum…
“You want to let Ijah fuck me in front of people? What do you think I am some kind of whore? No way dude I’m getting out of here and if you try and stop me I’ll tell my dad and he will have you all arrested!” yelled Callum angrily.
“Oh is that right, and of course your father knows where you are right now, you told him that you were going to the brothel district for the day, perhaps you would like me to call him on the telephone and explain your debt to him?”
Callum bit his lip hard, he was cornered and he knew it, no matter what happened he could not win, the thought of Ijah fucking him sent shivers down his spine, but the thought of his father finding out that he was maybe gay was ten times worse, Achmed was bluffing of course but the boy didn’t know that.
“If, uhm, if I let him well you know.” “fuck me!, that’s the words your looking for” interrupted Achmed.
“If I let him fuck me,” Callum said blushing red again, “Will you let me go afterwards?”
Achmed smiled, he had the boy and they both knew it, “Of course, once your debt is paid you are free to go on your way, that is unless you choose to seek employment with me? Perhaps we could organize something on a casual basis” Pondered Achmed.
Callum stared down at the ground, he had no choice he had to do it, he said in almost a whisper “Ok I’ll do it…”
“Excellent decision my boy, I’m sure once you have Ijah cock inside you, you’ll beg for more.
Achmed explained the deal to Jamaal and Ijah. Ijah grasped his cock in anticipation but Achmed grabbed hold of his wrist, “save it for the brat Ijah, I want a good show for my customers”
The old lady was once again summoned and she took Callum by the hand and led him away, as he passed down the corridor through open doors he could see men in various stages of fucking whores in the small dingy rooms, the whores looked back at him quizzically.
Finally they came to what appeared to be a large communal bathing area. The old lady gestured for Callum to strip but he just stood there.
She walked up to him and twisted his ear painfully until he acquiesced and she stood back as first he stripped off his tee shirt and then his socks and shoes, his cargo pants and finally his boxer shorts.
He stood before the old lady as naked as the day he was born and she looked on admiringly. Unbeknownst to Callum she wasn’t the only person watching, Achmed was looking through a two way mirror from his office, he has his tunic open and is stroking his cock whilst speaking on the telephone.
“The show will be a once in a life time opportunity my friend,” he said to the person on the other end of the telephone, “you will behold beauty such as you have never before seen and you will cum harder than you have ever in your entire lifetime...” he said laughing...
The old lady ordered Callum into the warm bath, whereupon she commenced washing him, her old wrinkled hands pinched his firm flesh admiringly, her withered fingers found there way between his butt cheeks where she pushed a finger into his anus, Callum resisted and screamed out in pain which made the old lady laugh, in her native language she said, “if you cannot take an old ladies finger in you then god help you when Ijah presents his weapon to your hole!”
No one needed to interpret as Callum was also thinking the same thought.
After he was bathed she made him drink an oily concoction, which contained a powerful aphrodisiac, it tasted foul to Callum and she had to persist to get him to drink it all up. Next the old lady made him bend over a low couch while she applied the same oily mixture to his anus, it tingled and made him feel warm inside, the feeling was not altogether unpleasant to Callum.
Later she dressed him in what can only be described as an old English school boy uniform, long socks, grey shorts a blue shirt and striped tie. She combed his hair neatly and applied eye liner to highlight his bright green eyes.
By this time the aphrodisiac he had drunk was starting to have an affect on him, he felt more relaxed and his hips swayed seductively as he walked. When the old lady applied blusher to his cheeks he tilted his head up willingly.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I drank this really foul drink it tastes horrible and I think that I am going to ***** but luckily I don’t. Then the old hag makes me bend over the couch and she puts the very same oily stuff around and inside my butt hole, it feels really weird and at first it burned a little, but now it feels warm and I feel a little itchy down there.
I feel kind of weird, sort of like I am outside my body, I am looking at myself in the mirror and I am kind of shocked, I’ve got this really weird garb on but that’s not what’s weird, its me, I kind of look a bit like a girl, and I don’t feel to badly about it, makes me feel kind of horny I guess, I want someone to touch me, that’s how I feel.
The old lady put something on my cheeks, its make up I think, I wouldn’t even mind if she touched me, I feel like such a slut at the moment. I know its wrong to feel this way but a part of me ( a big part) is looking forward to being fucked, ooh I know its going to hurt but Jamaal is smaller than me and he seemed to really like it so I am hoping that I will too, I wonder how long its going to be before they let Ijah have me?
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While Callum was bathing, Achmed was making his own preparations, the whole of the third floor had been re organized, thirty pillows had been placed in a semi-circle around a single double bed which was positioned in the center of the room, the pillows were slowly being occupied by Achmed best or rather highest paying customers, he could easily have filled the room ten times over, and he would have crammed at least double that amount of spectators into the room, but instinct told him that there was going to be other occasions for profit and that it would be better to let his customers have a taste a little at a time and to let word spread.
Ijah was also prepared, he was bathed but rather than dressed in English school boy garb, he was dressed in the garb of a Indian street beggar, his body had been oiled and massaged, the stimulation at the hands of a pretty 20 year old whore only served to make him even hornier than usual, he was not allowed to cum and like Callum he was given a large dose of the foul tasting aphrodisiac.
Finally it was time for the show to begin.
The crowd was growing restless then suddenly the lights dimmed, signaling that the show was about to start, Achmed stood in the middle of the room and greeted his customers.
“The show tonight is a once in a life time opportunity, but maybe for some of you it may be even more fortuitous as I will be accepting bids for one customer to enjoy the pleasures of our special guest. The star of our show tonight is a virgin, but that is about to change...” This plan had only occurred to Achmed within the last hour, he knew he could pull it off because he had another ace up his sleeve that the boy could not possibly know about. “So gentleman let the show begin!!!”
The lights dimmed again and when the lights came back on Callum was standing by the side of the bed. The bright lights hurt his eyes and when he could finally focus he was shocked to see a room full of dark skinned men all staring at him in anticipation. There was a murmur amongst the crowd which built into a roar as men started to whistle and cat call. At first Callum was confused, until he realized that they were whistling at him, slowly he turned around in a full circle, and looked around him, and that’s when he saw Ijah standing by the door. Slowly Ijah walked to the center of the room and stood on the opposite side of the bed to Callum.
Ijah gazed longingly at the beautiful white boy, he was astounded to see him dressed so oddly, his face was even more gorgeous than the last time he had seen him, Ijah smiled at the boy and much to his surprise the boy smiled back nervously.
Ijah motioned for the boy to approach him, Callum gulped audibly then slowly put one knee up on the bed and started to move across the bed towards Ijah. He reached the other side of the bed and rested on his knees staring up at Ijah. Ijah smiled reassuringly at him and reached out and stroked Callum’s silky hair, his hand went to the back of Callum’s neck and applied a little pressure, pushing Callum’s face slowly towards his huge man meat.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I was led into the dark room by the old lady and then left standing by a bed, I couldn’t see a darn thing, and then suddenly bright stage lights came on. It took a little while for my eyes to focus and I had to shade them from the harsh light, but as the room finally came into focus I was shocked to see that the room was full of men, all of them staring at me, I could see lust in their eyes. It must be the d**gs.
I should feel disgusted and I should try to escape but instead I let the men’s eyes wash over me and I am proud that they seem to like what they see... I see Ijah, he is standing by the door and he was looking at me, he is dressed in rags, the kind of clothes that the men that beg for small change in the streets wear, through the holes in his shirt I can see his lean body, and when I look down I see the bulge in his trousers and I feel a stirring in my cock and heat in my cheeks as once again I blush.
Ijah motions me to come to him, and as if transfixed I slowly put one knee and then the other up on the bed and I crawl towards him. I stop only a few inches away from him, I can smell the strong musty odor of his body, but rather than repulse me it turns me on.
Ijah’s hand reaches behind my head and gently rubs my hair, I feel a slight pressure pulling my face towards his groin, but I don’t resist, I can’t resist but I don’t understand why, I don’t even bother trying to, I simply let him pull me forwards until finally my cheek is resting against his groin. I can feel the heat of his cock through his thread bare pants. I turn my head slightly so now my mouth is pressed against him, my own cock is painfully erect as I brush my lips against his cock which is still hidden inside his trousers, Its growing even larger.
Ijah begins to rotate his hips and I feel his cock sliding across my cheeks and lips, I open my mouth and let the cock slide through the valley of my lips, my tongue snakes out and rubs the rough material as it slides by. Slowly I lower my head until I can feel the head of his cock, Ijah adjusts his position so now the cock head is sliding back and forwards across my lips and my saliva is soaking the material of his pants.
Without even being told to, I move my head away from his cock, sit back on my knees and reach out for the cord at Ijah waist band and I begin to undo the ****, but I am impatient and In my eagerness to strip him of his pants I get the **** stuck and I groan in frustration, eventually the **** loosens and I pull down his pants all the way to the floor, as I raise my head up again I am confronted by his huge naked cock, in the flesh.
It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I reach out to touch it for the first time. The heat emanating from it surprises me, I can barely span its girth with my hand.
Once I have it firmly in my grasp I instinctively begin to masturbate him. Even though I am hardly aware of it, the crowd is whistling and calling out to me, I don’t know what they are saying and I don’t care, there is only me and this huge cock in my world.
I lift his cock up until it is level with my face and I stare at his piss slit, its huge, I look up questioningly into Ijah’s face, he has a curious expression on his face, he nods ascent to my intonation and I beam a smile at him, which makes his penis twitch in my hand.
I close my eyes, open my mouth as wide as I can and slowly move forward. I can feel the bulbous head of his cock touch my lips, then pass through and now its resting on my tongue, the first taste of Ijah hits my senses, its salty and spicy and I decide I don’t mind the taste. My tongue brush’s along the underside of his cock as I push it to the very back of my mouth, but less than a ¼ of him is in my mouth. The head is so large that it rubs against the top of my mouth and drags my tongue along with it when I pull my head back.
I have never sucked a cock before but I seem to take to it naturally, I am frustrated that I cannot get more of it into my mouth, it just isn’t possible.
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Ijah thinks he’s died and gone to heaven, the blond boy’s mouth is even better than his hand, Ijah is certain that the boy has never sucked a cock before, but he is learning fast. Ijah had never known love but he felt something akin to that when the cute blond boy looked up at him asking permission to suck his cock, and the way he smiled when Ijah nodded approval, melted Ijah heart. A part of Ijah wanted to take the boy into his arms and kiss and hug him, but more of him wanted to fuck the boy until he was exhausted.
The blond boy seemed frustrated that he could not get more of Ijah dick into his mouth, but Ijah knew how to fix that, he once again reached behind the boys head and held him firm, at the same time he pushed his cock to the back of the boy’s mouth but he did not stop there. The boy panicked and tried to pull away but Ijah held him firmly.
Callum’s eyes watered and he was starting to choke. The crowd meanwhile went wild, hands every where were pumping cocks, even Achmed had his hand under his tunic and was pumping his turgid cock rapidly. Suddenly the boy’s esophagus opened up and Ijah huge cock slid down his throat.
The audiences gasped as they watched the boy’s pretty white throat suddenly distend, as the huge cock disappeared down his gullet. Ijah’s balls are now resting on the blond boys chin, never had the crowd seen such an erotic show.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Suddenly Ijah has his hands on the back of my head and he is holding me firm, I suspect what is coming, he pumps his cock into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat, but it can go no further, what is he doing? But I am wrong, I can no longer breath and I start to panic as I try to pull my head of his cock but he wont let my head go, then suddenly as if by miracle it happens, something in the back of my throat gives and impossible as this may seem his cock slides down my throat until his balls are resting on my chin.
My eyes are watering and I still cannot breath, slowly he pulls his cock back out of my throat and I gasp for air, then slowly he thrusts it back down my throat. After he does this several times I learn two important lessons about cock sucking, firstly breath through my nose and secondly breath in between strokes. Faster and faster he is pumping my throat, it aches but it no longer hurts. I am actually beginning to enjoy this, I reach out with my hands and grasp his firm buttocks, which are rocking back and forward with his thrusts.
By this time men in the crowd who were inclined to cum easily are blasting their seed all over the place and groaning in ecstasy, as they watch the small white slut orally pleasure the native boy.
Ijah has his eyes closed and is pumping faster and faster into the boys gullet, he is going to cum soon, and nothing is going stop that from happening.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Faster and faster he is pumping his cock into me, my head hurts and so does my throat but I would easily do this all day, I rub my own cock through the material of my trousers but I cannot get a rhythm going, the cock in my throat requires all of my attention. Suddenly Ijah prick seems to grow even larger inside me and he thrusts in deep, his balls are almost inside my mouth, I feel a powerful squirt in the back of my throat and I know instinctively that he is cumming.
Rope after rope of steaming hot cum splashes down my throat, there is too much for me to swallow and it rushes up through my sinuses and explodes from my nasal passages, but I cannot taste it yet as the cock is to far down my throat and as I swallow the cum is going straight into stomach. Ijah pumps a couple more times and two more streams of cum disappear down into my tummy.
Then suddenly he goes very still, I am exhausted and so is he, but I desperately want to taste his cum so I slide his cock back out of my throat and as it passes out from my mouth a wet plop sound emanates. Now that I can suck on the head of his cock my senses reel as the salty taste of Ijah stimulates my oral taste buds, I suck desperately on his cock and push my tongue into his piss slit and suddenly I am rewarded with yet another rope of hot cum, I swish it around in my mouth, and I know I am hooked, I love the taste. Ijah is now exhausted and pulls his cock out from my mouth completely.
It now hangs limp along his thigh. Gently I reach out with my hands and bring it to my mouth again, this time I do not try to suck his cock, but rather I lick it clean of all of his juices, even after its completely devoid of his cum I am still desperate for more so I scoop the ropes of cum that have spilled from nose onto my fingers and suck hungrily until I can taste nothing but my own spit.
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Achmed is beside himself with happiness, the boy is a natural slut, he thinks that even without the d**gs he would have willingly performed, the d**gs only helped to loosen his inhibitions. Twice during the first half of the show Achmed had cum, which is exactly two times more than he had cum in the last six months, he looks around him and notices that the majority of the audiences are in a similar state, men lay sprawled on pillows panting for air; some are too exhausted to even cover themselves.
Achmed smiles to himself, no matter what the cost he is somehow going to keep this brat and put him on show as often as possible and when he is no longer attracting audiences he will sell him to the men on an hourly basis, to use for their pleasure. This thought alone was making Achmed hard again.
After resting for ten minutes, Achmed deemed it time for the show to continue, he walks onto the stage where Ijah is laying on the bed along side the boy and cuddling him.
“its time for second act, brat, I want you to stand on the bed and strip, but do it sexy, do it slow and make the men cream themselves yet again, If you do it satisfactorily I will let Ijah fuck you, would you like that brat?” Said Achmed, he lifted the boys chin to gaze into his eyes. Achmed laughed, the boy didn’t have to answer, the eyes said it all, those beautiful green eyes had widened with anticipation at the mere mention of Ijah fucking him...
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Ijah had cum and Achmed had said that most of the men in the audience had also cum, but I haven’t, it isn’t fair, he wants me to strip slowly and to be sexy and if I do well he said that Ijah will fuck me, that scares me but it also turns me on, his cock is so large, but I am willing to try, I am so horny. I will give those men a show that will make half of them die from heart attacks! That thought makes me smile.
I sit up and drop my legs over the edge of the bed, slowly I reach down and undo the laces on my school shoes, I pull them off one at a time and let them drop to the floor, next come my socks, I wiggle my toes when I pull my socks off and for extra measure I throw them into the audience, when I look up I see an old man sniffing my sock and think to my self, how gross is that? Next I undo my tie, slowly and deliberately I loosen the ****, but I don’t take the tie off, instead I leave it half mast, as my mum used to say.
Button by button I undo my shirt until the whole front of my torso is revealed to the audience, I slip out of my shirt, now I only have my loosened tie on. Next I stand up on the bed and twirl around, Iijah is staring transfixed at me, his cock is hard again and he is idly stroking it.
I undo my belt and once again I throw it into the audience, next comes the top button of my shorts, slowly I lower the zipper down. I turn my back on the audience and wiggle my butt as I slide my pants down over my thighs and drop them to the floor.
Now I am only wearing my school tie and red briefs. I run my hands down my front and let it disappear into the front of my underpants, I gently move my balls around and fondle my dick, I hear sighs from the audience and I know that they are enjoying the show.
Once again I turn away from the audience, bending at the waist I lower my undies all the way to my ankles, in this position the men have a perfect view of my butt with my cock and balls hanging between my legs.
Now I am naked except for the tie, it makes me feel sexy only wearing the tie, I spin my undies around on my finger and smile provocatively at the audience and then suddenly I flick my briefs into the audience, two men fight each other for the prize, the man that wins holds them to his nose and breaths in deeply, this time I decide that maybe it isn’t too gross after all.
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The boys performance is as polished and professional as any Achmed has ever seen, once again he gets the feeling that the boy is a natural slut and that he is enjoying every moment of his performance.
His feet, so pale and so small, with gorgeous little digits wriggling around, the boy couldn’t possibly know it but feet are a very popular fetish amongst men of Achmed culture. Next the boy reveals his perfect torso, skin which is so flawless as to seem unnatural, and his tiny nipples are erect. The boy has an inner belly button, which is a rarity in this country, due to the way in which babies are birthed, His cute belly button does not go unnoticed by the crowd, Finally the boy reveals his buttocks and small dick and testicles, several men in the audience creamed themselves as a result of that site alone.
He has the buttocks of a young girl, well rounded but not fat.
The boy stands there swaying seductively he is wearing only that ridiculous English school boy tie, but somehow it frames his perfect body beautifully and serves to make him even more appealing if that is possible.
Ijah needs to fuck him, and he needs to do it now. He stands up behind the boy and pulls him back into his arms. The front of the boy is revealed to the audience and his rear is pressed against Ijah as Ijah lets his hands roam freely over every inch of his exquisite body, he pinches his nipples hard and the boy winces in pain, he runs his palm over the boys flat stomach and pushes his fingers into his unusual belly button which makes the boy squirm, Ijah couldn’t possibly know but Callum is ticklish.
Ijah reaches down and clasps Callum’s cock firmly in his hand, the tiny cock is silky soft and hard at the same time, the boy instantly starts to pump his hips into Ijah hand. Ijah nibbles on the boy’s throat, with his left hand he strokes the boys cock and with his right he massages his tiny balls, each time the boy rocks backwards Ijah massive cock pushes in between his butt cheeks, Ijah cock is dangling between the boy’s legs.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I am swaying hypnotically to the strange music being played by the old lady and I marvel at the response I get from the audience. Suddenly Ijah is behind me, his arms envelop me and he pulls me into his warmth. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he gently nuzzles me. His hands slide over my chest and... Ouch he pinches my nipple, it hurts, but in a nice way.
My nipples are sensitive and stick out when I am horny, I don’t know why. Now his hand is roaming over my tummy, please, please don’t touch my belly button, I’m way ticklish there, oh no it’s to late, I try not to giggle but I can’t help myself and I squirm as I stifle a giggle.
It seems like ages but he finally moves on and I feel his hands moving closer to my cock, ooh god please touch me there I say to myself, but his hands are still on my tummy, I wiggle my butt and I can feel his huge hot cock pushing against my butt cheeks. I move up and down a little which causes his cock to go deeper into my crevice, suddenly his hand grasps my cock and I all but cum right then.
When his other hand touches my balls I think I am going to explode. He squeezes my nuts a little too hard and it takes the edge of my orgasm, none the less I want him to continue so I move my hips back and forth. My arms seem to be in the way, so I reach above my head and put my arms around Ijah neck, I turn my face up to him, my lips are moist and I pout, hoping that he will take my cue and kiss me. Suddenly his lips are on mine and he does, I kiss him back hard, his tongue snakes out and enters’ my mouth, I suck on it hungrily as he ravages my oral cavity.
His cock is so long that it is dangling between my legs, I clamp my thighs shut and trap his cock in between. My tiny cock now rests atop his huge shlong. Slowly I start to rotate my hips and thrust back and forwards, massaging his cock with my thighs. Ijah starts to thrust also, suddenly Achmed calls out from the crowd and the spell is broken.
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“ Fuck the boy now, Ijah, do not wait a minute longer, do you hear me!” Shouts Achmed, “lay him over the edge of he bed, I want to see his face when you enter him...”
Callum did not understand what Achmed was saying but Ijah did and he realized that if he continued to thrust into the boy’s thigh any longer then he would be cum and he wanted his next load to be inside the boy. Ijah spun the boy around and pushed him down onto the bed,
“Turn him around so we can see his face!” Called Achmed, from out in the audience.
Ijah laid Callum on his back and his head hung over the edge of the bed. The audience had a clear view of the boys face and his lovely torso, as Ijah climbed between his legs.
He lifted the boy’s legs by putting his hands under the back of his knees and pushing until Callum’s knees were either side of his head. The boy started to panic, he knew what was coming, but he wasn’t strong enough to resist Ijah, he held him firmly in place.
Ijah presented the bulbous head of his cock to the boy’s tiny opening and pressed hard. The boy’s scream was ear piercing, but Ijah was not deterred, he pushed harder still.
Suddenly to the amazement of the audience the boy’s tiny pink hole opened up and the cock head disappeared inside the boy.
Callum’s eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out from the pain.
Achmed signaled from the audience for Ijah to wait until he regained consciousness.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Achmed is calling out from the audience; I don’t know what he is saying. Suddenly Ijah grabs me and turns me around; he pushes me onto the bed. Achmed speaks again and Ijah listens. He turns me around roughly and pushes me along the bed until my head lolls over the edge. I know what is coming and I am terrified, I struggle as hard as I can, but its no use he’s simply to strong for me. Ijah lifts my legs up and pins my knees over my head.
I feel very naked and exposed, my butt hole is vulnerable. I cannot see what is happening because my head is over the edge of the bed, but suddenly I know what is happening, I feel the heat of his cock pushing against my anal passage.
Bright lights flash before my eyes as pain such as I have never experienced before strikes me. He’s killing me I’m sure of it, Oh how could I have ever wanted this. Then suddenly my world goes blissfully blank, someone has turned the lights out again!
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Ijah has his cock buried a little over an inch in Callum’s tight hole as he waits impatiently for the boy to regain consciousness. Finally his eyelids flutter and Ijah watches with fascination as the boys beautiful eyes slowly came back into focus, the black pupils resemble a camera iris slowly revealing the green as they turned to pin pricks. Ijah has waited at least three minutes and he knows that the boys pussy will have had enough time to grow accustom to him. The boy soon is again fully awake but it takes a moment to orientate himself to his circumstances, once again his eyes are wide but this time when Ijah pushes he does not pass out.
The boy’s eyes widened even more and his mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. And so it is for the next ten minutes, each minute or so Ijah pushes another inch into the boy taking him almost to the verge of passing out before stopping and waiting. Eventually he manages to bury his entire cock inside the boy, his black balls rest neatly in between the pale white bum cheeks. The boy’s mouth is still wide open and his eyes wide. The audience can see a firm ridge of Cock meat distending the white boy’s flat stomach, they can see that Ijah has buried his entire dick inside the boy.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I have no idea how long I had passed out for, it felt like only a second but it might have been more? The huge cock inside me is tearing me apart, but the pain had eased a little. When I am finally fully awake again, Ijah pushes in some more, I think that I might pass out again, but this time he backs off just before I do and I teeter on the verge of consciousness as inch after excruciating inch of cock, pushes relentlessly into me.
Ijah pushes and then waits and then pushes some more. I can feel the huge cock pushing into my stomach, I know that’s not possible but he is so far inside me that’s exactly how it feels. I cannot not see his cock all I can see is the upside down faces of the men in the audience. I lift my head up I can see Ijah looking down at me. At long last all of his cock is buried deep inside me. I pray he does not move.
Ijah leans over me and tenderly lifts my face with his hands and supports my head, his legs and his cock now have my knees pinned above my head and I am trapped in this position until he decides otherwise. The pain is overwhelming, Ijah mouth finds mine and he kisses me tenderly on the mouth, I do not want to disappoint him so I let my tongue be dragged out of my mouth and into his.
The kissing distracts me a little and slowly the pain starts to subside. Ijah moves a little and suddenly a bolt of lightening hits me, or at least that is how it feels. His cock has touched something inside me, I do not know what but the feeling is unlike anything I have ever felt before. My limp cock jumps to immediate attention and the pain I am feeling in may ass subsides a little. He pushes again and once more the bolt of lightening hits me and I moan into his open mouth.
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Ijah was patient and it had paid off, all of his cock is buried inside the boy, never before has he felt a passage as tight as this.
When he moves his cock the boy’s insides move with him, Ijah fears that if he were to pull out rapidly that he would disembowel the boy, so tight is the seal between his cock and the boys back passage.
He moves slightly and the boy’s entire body is suddenly rigid, Ijah feels Callum’s small cock suddenly come erect and push against his stomach. He moves his mouth away from the boys and straights so that the audience can see the boys cock sticking straight up, appreciative murmur from the crowd.
Ijah pushes his cock back in and once again the boy becomes rigid, he guesses that his cock is rubbing against the boys prostate gland.
The urges are overcoming him, he has to pump the boy, slowly at first and then faster and faster he starts to pump until the boys passage has completely grown accustom to the fucking. Ijah pulls all but his cock head out of the boy before plunging hard all the way back in. The boy screams with ecstasy and his legs bounce back and forth.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
He did it again he has hit the spot, I have never felt anything so intense, I can hardly even feel the pain any more, oh I wish he would hit it again… Ooh fuck he has and it’s awesome, I scream at the top of my lungs, not giving a shit who hears me or what they think of me.
Ijah is pushing harder and faster now, each time his cock is touching the spot I get the most incredible feeling, ooh this is the best feeling, fuck me, fuck me harder, I call out, and he does. His cock is rocketing in and out of me at a million miles an hour, I feel the pressure building oooh my god I am going cummmmm….
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The crow goes ballistic, the small white boy is being fucked hard by the huge black cock and he loves it, his ********* cock is standing straight up and twitching.
Suddenly the boy screams out in his strange language and a thin rope of creamy cum spurts out the end of his cock and splashes onto Ijah stomach and then dribbles down onto the boys own pale white belly... Each time Ijah pumps him the boy squirts until eventually he cannot produce any more fluids and his body lays limp underneath the relentless pumping he is receiving from the black teenager.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
My cock is exploding, ahhh Its feels so cool, its happening again and again I cant stop cumming, fuck me Ijah fuck me harder and he is, I cum again and again, then suddenly I feel feint and once again the lights go out.
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The boy has literally been fucked u*********s, Achmed orders Ijah to wait; this is a difficult command to obey as Ijah himself is very close to climaxing.
Instead of stopping altogether, he slows his pace and once again he bends down and kisses the boy passionately on the lips, but there is no response as the boy has feinted. Eventually his beautiful eyes open wide again and he is awake, now he has a look of contentment on his face.
His bowels are still stuffed full of Ijah’s huge cock but it feels extremely good, there is no longer any pain. Ijah waits until the boy is ready to begin again, in fact the boy is now eager to continue, and slowly Ijah starts pumping again.
This time the boy moves his legs and wraps them around Ijah waist, he reaches up with his arms and pulls Ijah into a passionate kiss. Ijah is once again close to cumming meanwhile he pumps the boy faster and faster.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I have passed out again but now I am awake, this time I passed out from the pleasure of being fucked. I want to somehow thank Ijah for the pleasure he has given me, I love him with all of my soul, I want to be his forever but I do not know how to tell him that, so instead I try to show him, I wrap my legs around his waist and I pull his head down to me and I kiss him hard on the lips, then I do something that I thought I would never do, I start to fuck him back.
He now rests on his elbows while I thrust my hips burying his cock deeper and deeper inside me.
My cock is hard again and once again by pushing upwards I am able to get his cock to touch that spot, the faster I pump the more intense the pleasure. Soon I am at the brink again, I am cumming, I feel it, it’s not as much cum this time, but its even more intense than the last time.
Even as my orgasm subsides I can tell that Ijah is close, he senses I have cum and he takes over pumping me harder and harder. He is pumping me so hard that most of my upper body is now dangling over the edge of the bed and my head is bouncing on the floor, suddenly he screams out and he cums.
The blast inside me is so intense if he wasn’t holding my hips I am sure he would have blasted me of the end of his cock and clear across the room.
Rope after rope of overheated cum is blasted into me, I feel it forced up into my stomach and mix with my breakfast, there is too much and cum for my body to hold and the left over squirts out between the seal of his cock and my anus. We both scream out, in ecstasy as he collapses on top of me.
My head is tilted sideways on the floor and his body is sprawled across my tummy and thighs, my legs are limp at his sides and my cock is now also limp...
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The audience agreed that it was the most incredible show they had ever witnessed, the small white boy had turned into an insatiable slut right before their eyes, he had gone from being fucked to fucking the brains out of the tall black teenager, twice that little white cock had spewed the contacts of his balls, as the fucking had become more intensive the ********* had been pushed over the edge of the bed and the view that was presented to the audience was looking straight down his torso at the small white cock, with huge black cock behind it going in and out of the boy...
Achmed had cum for the third time in an hour this was a record for him and he collapsed exhausted onto his pillows, all the men in the audience were in similar repose. The show was over for now, but this was only the beginning.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Slowly I come back down to earth, I feel as if I have been in heaven for the last half an hour. I now realize and there is no doubt in my mind that I am gay, there is no way I could ever have sex with a girl and feel the way I just did. Also I realize that I am in love with Ijah and that I would do anything he asks of me.
I want to be his, I want him to fuck me when ever he feels like it, I want to please him any way I can. I also realize that I enjoyed being the center of attention and that knowing that the audience were not only watching me but masturbating while doing so, turns me on immensely.
The way Achmed is smiling at me I can tell this will not end here, he has plans and despite myself that thought alone excites me. Ijah lifts me back onto the bed and hugs me, I kiss him once again, and this time I fall asleep in his arms.
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Much later Achmed is again speaking with the old lady, they have made more money out of the show tonight than they would have out of 3 months off selling the scraggy whores to their customers.
The only disappointment had been the auction, Achmed wasn’t sure if the men had cum once to many times and that common sense had prevailed and inhibited their bidding for the opportunity to have sex with the cute white boy, or something else.
“Achmed you are a fool and blind to boot, the men would not bid to have sex with the boy because he is not a boy he is a young man! Did you not see his penis spew seed, seed that can make babies?
The men know that to have sex with him would make them homosexual, which is a sin greater than all others!”
Achmed thought for a moment, “of course you are right,” he slapped himself on the forehead. “its to late the boy is already a young man, so we will have to limit our profits to those from having him put on a show on the stage, tis a shame because if we could whore him out we could make a lot more money, there must be some way?”
“There is a way Achmed, we must make him into a NON-BOY,” stated the old lady mysteriously.
“Do you mean make him into a girl-Boy? That has possibilities but there are places in the ghetto that cater for that already and if they were hugely successful then they would be nearer to our part of the town” mused Achmed.
“You are hearing but you are not listening, Achmed, what makes the boy special is the fact that he is male and that he is young and innocent and white, no Achmed, we must not turn him into a girl, although his white hair should be allowed to grow longer”
“well stop beating about the bush old lady and tell me what is on your mind!” Achmed said impatiently.
“We must have his stones cut from him, in that way he will neither be a boy or a girl, he will be in-between and there is nothing in our religion that prevents a man from fucking a someone who is in between, in fact our brothers overseas have been doing this very thing for many thousands of generations!”
Suddenly Achmed started to laugh, “You’re a genius old lady a genius, but how do we convince the boy to let us do this to him? We could easily force him but then that could ruin him...”
“We don’t have to do anything, clearly the boy is in love with Ijah, any fool can see that, he will do it for Ijah should he be asked to do so, can you not see that...”
“Your right, but first we have to snare the boy in our trap to make sure that he does not leave us, but I have already taken care of that. Unbeknownst to him I have filmed his entire performance and should he suggest leaving us then I will threaten to send the tape to his parents and friends, that alone will be all the incentive he needs to stay...”
“But surely his father will come looking for him?”
“Maybe, but more than likely not, even if he does where would he start? He would never suspect that his angelic ********** is actually a cock slut that has gone in search of a good fucking in the sleazy part of town, no I am afraid that the boy sealed his own fate the moment he crossed the river and came into our world...”
Achmed knew exactly what he was going to say to the boy. He was already planning the nutting of the boy, he would do it on the stage in front of the audience, Achmed cock ached at the very thought, the profit alone would make the risk well worth while...
Jamaal’s revenge
After the show the old lady led the exhausted and somewhat drowsy white boy to a room on the third floor. Callum was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Meanwhile downstairs Achmed was talking with Ijah and Jamaal about the boy. It was clear to Achmed that Ijah feelings towards the boy were growing, this worked to his advantage.
At the same time there was a growing jealousy within Jamaal, he angrily demanded his share of the money from the show tonight. Achmed happily paid the boy, but he was still not happy.
“He has paid his debt to me, now he must go back to his people!” Jamaal declared forcefully, looking firstly at Achmed then at Ijah.
“Alas its true the boy has more than paid his debt, but are you sure that he wants to go back? I think we should discuss this with the boy when he awakens, don’t you Ijah?”
Ijah looked uncertainly at Jamaal, it was true, he was falling for the small white boy, fucking him was the most amazing experience he had ever had, far better than any girl or even boy he had fucked in the past. It wasn’t only his physical attributes which appealed to Ijah, but the longing in the boy’s eyes as he looked at Ijah.
Clearly the boy adored him and clearly the boy was something special, Ijah was in no hurry to get him out of his life. Achmed suddenly realized that Jamaal was jealous, the look of hatred on his face when he recognized that Ijah was obviously besotted by the white boy.
“The white boy was in my debt and therefore he is mine to send away and if you try to stop me then I will speak to my friends and you will regret it” He threatened Achmed, albeit a hollow threat, because the people he referred to would demand a payment which he could never hope to honor, for such a service.
Achmed already had enough enemies, the last thing he wanted was to make an enemy of this small street urchin, as he was sure that one day he would regret it. “Jamaal, Jamaal, you surely are the littlest limb of Satin,” Laughed Achmed. “Perhaps you would enjoy the use of the boy for an hour or two” Achmed said as he lewdly rubbed his cock through his tunic. “After that we can talk again and see if you still think we should return the boy to his world…”
Jamaal thought about it for a moment, he had to admit that his cock had been stiff throughout the whole of the nights show and the thought of having the cute white boy to play with appealed greatly to him.
Achmed recognized the excitement in the *********s face, ordinarily the boy was most capable of bluffing and hiding his thoughts or at least being able to attain a neutral expression on his cute brown face, but not this time, clearly he was interested. “The boy is resting now, have a bath and dine with us by that time the boy should be rested and you can go to him!” Achmed stated with a lascivious expression.
Jamaal knew that he couldn’t really do anything to stop Achmed and Ijah from implementing their plans for Callum, he considered that at the very least he would like to have the boy fuck him, and then maybe somehow he could remain a part of their plan and benefit from the rewards, so slowly the glaring look faded from his face as he acquiesced to Achmed’s suggestion.
Achmed rang the bell next to his desk, shortly after the old lady appeared. “Take the boy to the baths and then prepare his favorite food for him, afterwards take him to the white boy and leave them alone until morning” Achmed ordered. The old lady had a quizzical expression on her face but she knew better than to question Achmed at such a time.
After Jamaal had been led from the room, Achmed spoke to Ijah. “So you very much like the boy?” he asked. Ijah had a sheepish look on his face, “He pleases me greatly” he said understating his feelings greatly.
“Then we have a problem, my well endowed young friend, for you have committed a sin beyond all sins, you have laid with a man which is of course homosexuality and punishable by death!”
Ijah mouth dropped open and his eyes widened, and he stuttered badly, “I, I, but, he isn’t , a man, he’s a boy that’s not a sin?” He tried to defend himself.
Achmed looked sorrowful, “Ijah if only that were true, have you not seen his seed spilled? And have you not seen the hairs above his small cocklet? No I am afraid he is a man albeit a ********** man”
It was true, Ijah knew it to be, he had seen the boy squirt his seed and if he looked very carefully he did see small white hairs sprouting around the base of his cock, they weren’t obvious but they were there.
“I only hope my friend that I can protect you, should you wish to continue on having relations with this boy/man” Achmed did not look convinced and he sounded half hearted. “You realize that the punishment for such a crime is to have your cock cut from you?” he stated, frightening Ijah even more.
Ijah was beginning to realize that he could not continue his relationship with the boy, not at the risk of having his beautiful cock cut from his body, no boy or girl for that matter was worth such a price, now he could only hope to get out of this situation as soon as possible. It was regrettable because above all he had enjoyed the boy and he very much looked forward to doing him again, and soon.
For a long time there was silence in the room as each of the two were lost in their own thoughts, then Achmed spoke again.
“Of course there is another way which you may be able to solve this problem of Callum being a man” He said enigmatically.
Ijah was on the verge of desolation when Achmed spoke about a possible solution and suddenly his hopes surged.
“If we had the boy’s stones cut from him then it would not be i*****l for you to fuck him, because he would no longer be a man or even a boy but he would be somewhere in between, and it is not i*****l to have sex with a,” Achmed struggled to remember the word, “Eunuch”
Ijah eye’s widened, he knew of Eunuch’s he knew that they were neither boys or girls and he knew that they mostly retained their youthful appearance and their high voices even when they were well into their thirties, he hadn’t actually ever met a Eunuch but he had heard. “Cut his balls out? Who would do such a thing and why would he let us do that to him?” He asked.
“I agree, we cannot forcefully cut his balls out, he would have to be willing to let us, but I think I know how we can convince him to do so.” “How would we do that, no one in their right mind would let someone cut their balls off” Ijah declared.
“No one in their right mind, but the boy isn’t in his right mind he is in love with you and maybe not right now but in a couple of weeks when you have had enough time to completely enrapture him, he will agree to do anything, and you have a compelling argument, after all he too is committing a crime under our law, and for that there are consequences for him also” Achmed stated as a clever afterthought.
Ijah was angry, clearly Achmed intended to manipulate and possibly ********** the boy into getting his way and although he wasn’t saying as much, Ijah wasn’t altogether sure that Achmed wasn’t also threatening him.
But on the other hand the possibility of having the boy to himself. In his minds eye Ijah could visualize the small white boy writhing passionately under his thrusting body as he drove his huge cock into his tight boy pussy, the look of rapture on the boys face when he felt the surge of Ijah cock as it released its seed deep into his bowels clouded Ijah judgment. And so it was that Ijah agreed to Achmed plan and together they discussed the implementation.
Meanwhile, Jamaal had, had a bath and wolfed down his meal and was now anxiously awaiting the old lady to take him to the boys room, his cock had been hard since Achmed had offered to let him use the boy. Finally the old hag entered the room, she smiled when she saw the impatient expression on Jamaal’s face, ooh to be young again she thought to herself as she led him to the boy’s room and closed and locked the door behind her.
The boy was still asleep, Jamaal u*********sly sighed as he gazed upon the beautiful older teen. He climbed onto the bed and lay alongside him. He reached out and lightly twirled strands of his golden hair between his thumb and forefinger, it was soft and silky and so different to his own hair which was much denser and oily to touch.
Ever so gently, not wanting to wake Callum he traced his fingers along his neck and marveled at the almost translucent skin, he could see the blue vein in the boys throat pulsing as his heartbeat and he touched his skin lightly. Jamaal let his hand drift across the Callum’s throat and across his body to the loose opening in the front of his shirt which was open to the waist. The boy was still wearing the red and black stripped tie; it was loosely ****ted around his neck.
His hand crept across his chest and he cupped his left breast in his hand. The boy’s nipple seemed to harden from simply being touch and as Jamaal caressed him the boy sighed in his sleep. Jamaal let his hand travel down the boys front all the way down to his inner belly button, this seemed to fascinate Jamaal and he poked his finger into the small indentation until he started to squirm and was on the verge of waking.
His skin is so soft and to Jamaal it feels like silk to touch.
Jamaal climbs off the bed and quickly strips off his shirt and shorts, which is all that he is wearing, he does not own underwear, his sandals are downstairs in the entry hall. His cock is painfully erect and he pulls on it a couple of times then stops, he knows he is close to climaxing and all because he has caressed the boy with his hands.
He climbs back onto the bed and this time he straddles Callums legs, the boys eye lids flutter but he doesn’t waken. Jamaal can feel Callums smooth hairless legs in between his thighs and his cock twitches involuntarily. He runs his hands along the top of Callum’s legs and wonders why he does not yet have hair, perhaps blond people do not have hairy legs he wonders?
Now his hands are under the hem of the boy pants and Jamaal can feel the heat from his thighs as slowly his hands move up into his pants towards his balls. And then suddenly his fingers touch a testicle and the boy jerks suddenly, for the first time Jamaal starts to see the front of the boys pants begin to tent upwards as his penis becomes erect.
Jamaal slowly starts to caress the small round orb between his thumb and forefinger but his access is limited because of the boys clothes, reluctantly he removes his hands from inside his pants, now he is undoing the belt buckle on the boys pants, next he unsnaps the clasp, this takes a while for Jamaal to do as he has never seen this type of clasp before, eventually though he works it out and the two halves of the front of the boys pants fall apart as Jamaal undoes the zipper to the very bottom.
Callum isn’t wearing underpants either, somehow this doesn’t surprise him, suddenly his erect cock is free and it springs up and slaps wetly on his lower tummy before bouncing back into an almost vertical position.
Jamaal examines his cock and is fascinated, it’s the only white cock he has ever seen, and just like the boys throat the skin is almost translucent the blue veins both small and large can clearly be seen through the skin.
The head of the boys cock is mostly covered by his foreskin, which is another rarity in Jamaal part of the world.
Tentatively and almost reverently Jamaal reaches out and touches the cock head lightly with his fingers, once again the boy twitches and Jamaal fears he will awaken, but his eyes remain firmly shut.
At this point Jamaal becomes suspicious that the boy isn’t actually asleep any longer but he is willing to play along as slowly he pulls the skin down around the head of his cock.
A very small amount of pre cum is resting in a pool in the open piss slit in the boys cock, Jamaal rubs his thumb over this and uses it as a lubricant to help the foreskin slide back and forth as he slowly masturbates the boy. The boys cock fully erect is almost 4 inches long, and although it is longer than Jamaal’s cock by an inch, it is no thicker, still Jamaal would like the boy to fuck him.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
Something, a feeling is creeping into my subconscious, I think I am still dreaming but I am not sure, I am on the verge of waking, but I would rather continue to sleep and dream, as my dreams are of Ijah, but the spell is being broken and slowly I wake.
Through half closed eyelids I see Jamaal, he has entered my room and he is taking his clothes off, I notice as he slides his pants of that his small brown cock is hard and uncut, I close my eyes quickly in case he sees me staring at him.
Now I can feel him climbing into bed with me, my mind reasons that perhaps he and I are to share the same bed to save space, but he isn’t laying next to me he is straddling my legs. At first I am confused but then I feel his hands on my legs, stroking them, and suddenly I understand what is going on.
I do not want to hurt his feelings by telling him to go away so instead I pretend to be asleep and see if he gets the message and leaves.
I can feel his hands moving up my legs and under my shorts, his fingers are very close to my balls, my body responds automatically.
I feel blood rushing to my penis as it starts to harden. More and more I am convinced that I am a slut, the mere touch of another’s flesh against mine and I am aroused.
His finger makes contact with my balls and I jerk in surprise. Now he is rolling my ball around between his fingers and my cock is straining my shorts.
He releases my balls, I sigh with disappointment believing that he has had enough of me, but then I feel his fingers pushing at the latch of my belt buckle which he quickly releases, next I feel his fingers go in between my pants and my tummy as he attempts to undo the clasp of my pants, he is struggling and I wish I could help him but I am afraid to, instead I suck my stomach in as far as I can to increase the gap between my pants and my body, hoping that will make things easier for him.
Finally he manages to release the clasp and my pants are opened, he has no problem with my zipper and suddenly my cock is released, its embarrassingly hard and it slaps against my tummy, I bite my lip to stifle a giggle when this happens.
For the first time his fingers make contact with my cock which is now completely hard. Jamaal is pulling my foreskin back, I hope he doesn’t try and force this as it hurts when my cock is fully erect and the skin is pulled down, but somehow he seems to understand and he rubs pre cum from the top of my penis around the head and the foreskin slides easily over.
I think that he knows I am awake.
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Jamaal is now sure the boy is awake and pretending to be asleep, he lets go of the penis which he has been masturbating and grabs a hold of the boys pants and slides them down and off his feet.
Now he crawls along the boys body until his laying exactly on top of him and their two penis are touching, the contrast of their skin is beautiful, one a soft chocolate brown color the other a pale white. Jamaal holds the boys face in his hands and then touches his lips to the boys mouth and even though the boys eyes are still closed he opens his lips willingly as Jamaal kisses him passionately on the mouth.
Jamaal hips are now slowly gyrating and his three inch cock is rubbing along the length of the white boys slender four inch cock.
They both moan as slowly the boy’s eyes open and Jamaal is once again treated to the site of those beautiful green eyes which now are filled with longing.
He closes his eyes again and they continue to kiss, suddenly Jamaal feels the boy’s hands on his back, pulling him tightly into a passionate embrace and his hands wonder up and down Jamaal back.
Jamaal breaks the kiss and slides back down the boys body until his face is over his cock, he looks up at the boy who smiles sweetly back at him as Jamal winks at him and then opens his mouth and takes the entire length of his cock into his mouth in one smooth suck, the boy moans loudly and thrusts his hips upwards trying to force more of his cock into Jamaal.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
He is kissing me and I am kissing him back, a part of me tells me that this is wrong, he is only a small c***d, but this small c***d knows exactly what he is doing and I remember that this small c***d only this morning was fucking Ijah like an experienced whore, its hard for me to judge him though as only a few hours later it was I who was also fucking Ijah except I wasn’t being paid which makes me worse I think, because I don’t need to do this to survive.
My thoughts are interrupted when suddenly his mouth is on my cock and I experience the wonderful sensation of his hot sucking and obviously very experienced mouth. I am not going to last long and he seems to know this as he swallows my entire cock and balls into his mouth and sucks on them vigorously, I start to buck my hips as I feel my orgasm approaching, Jamaal seems to sense my impending climax as suddenly he stops.
I beg him to continue but he ignores me, and I think it is more than a language problem. Jamaal once again slides up my torso but this time his legs are on either side of my ribs and he is presenting his uncut and very hard penis to me, clearly he wants some of the same.
His cock is kind of cute and the way he is waving it at my face is irresistible, but I decide to play hard to get and when he thrusts it at me I kiss his smooth brown belly and then the top of his thighs, I kiss everywhere but not on his penis or balls.
He is becoming impatient and much in the same way that my mother used to force feed me when I was little, Jamaal grabs my chin with one hand and squeezes hard forcing my mouth open and then thrusting his cock in between my lips and into my mouth.
For a moment I let it rest there until he believes I am not going to suck him and he groans angrily, I realize that I have teased him enough so before he can react I wrap my lips around his shaft and making an airtight seal then I swallow and his entire cock is sucked into the back of my mouth and further still to the back of my throat.
It doesn’t go very far into me because its not that long but Jamaal lets out a passionate moan as the hot wet sensation of my throat muscles clenching his cock assaults his senses. Suddenly his hands are on the back of my neck and he starts to pump my throat hard, in and out his penis thrusts into me at almost blinding speed, the wet sucking sound of my throat is audible even to me, he is about to cum I can tell.
Suddenly he thrusts in deeply and my face is squished against his stomach as his whole body stiffens, he stays like this for perhaps 20 seconds as he dry orgasms into my throat, I think he is to young to produce sperm. Finally his bum collapses onto my chest and he rests there, he doesn’t weigh much so its not to uncomfortable for me.
I look directly into his eyes and give him a mischievous smile which he rewards me with a sharp slap across the face which sobers me. He seemed to realize that he is being overly harsh and he reaches down and kisses me on the lips and then licks the tear which has started to roll down my cheek.
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Jamaal cannot believe that this hot white boy excites him so much that he has climaxed within what seems like seconds of having his cock in the boys hot mouth, and what’s worse the boy knows it, this causes Jamaal anger to flare and he slaps the boy hard in the face and instantly feels remorseful as a tear rolls down the boys cheek, Jamaal feels badly so he kisses the boy once more and tastes his salty tear as he licks it off his cheek.
For a while he rests on top of the boy, but his first orgasm has only taken the edge of his lust and now he desperately wants to have the boy fuck him, to feel that slim white cock inside him to lay on his back with his legs in the air and to see those beautiful green eyes staring into his own dark brown eyes as he fucks him.
Jamaal knows that Callum’s cock is only small and if sex were only about the size of a cock then he would come away dissatisfied, but he well knows that there is a lot more to it than just that.
The boys cock has gone down a little but not much, Jamaal once again orally attacks the white boy until his cock is again at full mast, but before the boy can squirt Jamaal releases his cock from his mouth and once again slides up the boys body until he is face to face with him.
Reaching behind him, Jamaal takes hold of Callums cock and guides it towards his boy pussy.
The cock is now coated with pre cum, that and the fact that his cock is not very thick and that Jamaal is used to be fucked negates the need for additional lubricant.
The boy seems to hesitate so Jamaal sits on his cock and lets it push against his opening without actually achieving penetration.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
We rested for a while and now Jamaal is once again sucking me, he is terribly good at it and I make a mental note of some of the things he does, especially the way he forces his tongue in between my cock and my foreskin, it feels wonderful.
Again I can feel my climax building and I feel I really need to cum soon as the pressure is becoming unbearable. Just when I feel I am about to squirt, suddenly he stops! What is it with this guy is he some kind of sadist that gets off on teasing people, I ask him to continue but he simply stops.
Now he is once again kissing me and I am angry with him so I am not returning his affections. Suddenly his hand is on my cock and he is rubbing it against his asshole. I stiffen and my eyes widen, I do not want to put my cock inside him, partly because I have never done this before but also it freaks me out that he is so young, but he is persisting.
My cock starts to deflate a little and I am happy that it has.
Jamaal senses my reluctance and suddenly he is kissing me hard on the lips again and at the same time rubbing my cock against his hole.
This goes on for so long that my mind is now only focused on my senses, my tongue is being caressed and my cock feels heat from inside him. Suddenly and un-expectantly his asshole widens and my cock slips inside him making a pop sound, I realize he knows exactly what he is doing and that he has complete control over us.
The feeling of his hot chocolate brown body enveloping my cock is almost too much to bear as my body pushes involuntarily up into him, my cock and not my head is now in control. I start to pump my hips faster and faster against him and now my entire cock is buried within his bowels.
Jamaal straightens his legs and locks them around mine, he places his hands under my torso and the two of us roll over sideways and keep rolling until our positions are now reversed and I am laying on top of him, at no time during this positional change does my cock come free from his asshole. He wraps his legs around my waist and twists his ankles together locking me into his passionate embrace.
I am resting on my elbows now but he pushes his arms side ways and I loose my balance and now we are torso to torso with my lips almost touching his.
For the first time today I take the initiative and lower my face to his and kiss him hard on the mouth, his lips open and my tongue enters his hot mouth, I can once again taste the spices in his saliva, and I almost suggest to him that he brush his teeth after eating but that’s silly I realize.
Once again I start to thrust as we kiss deeply and for a moment I recall how it felt for Ijah when he fucked me and also how it felt for me, I already know what made me feel good so I try to replicate that with Jamaal to heighten his enjoyment I rotate my hips as I thrust and he moans with pleasure.
Suddenly his body stiffens beneath me and he cries out with pleasure as for the second time, he cums, but now I am in control and I am not stopping as harder and faster I thrust into Jamaal, who after his orgasm has subsided, looks all the world like a small c***d, rather then the polished street urchin which is Jamaal…
Ooh my god I am going to cum I can feel it building the itch is irresistible and I have to scratch it so harder and harder I thrust, suddenly I see stars before my eyes and a whistling sound in my ears I feel a rope of cum surge from within my body and blast its way out the end of my cock and deposit itself deep into Jamaal’s bowels, each time I pump another rope of cum squirts out from me, four five six ropes of my juices enter his soft brown body and then suddenly I am exhausted and for the first time in almost half a minute I breath again, before collapsing exhausted onto his small brown body, he holds my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips, I open my mouth and surrender myself to him yet again.
The boy is by way and far the most passionate lover Jamaal has ever known, his whole body is an inferno of desire that when lit cannot be extinguished until his seed has been spilled. The boy now rests exhausted on top of him. In this instant Jamaal realizes why Ijah was in love with the boy, and he feels exactly the same way….
Achmed had watched the entire intercourse through the small eyehole hidden behind the mural on the wall, two times he had cum in his tunic while watching the boys fuck.
If this were to keep up he felt sure he would die of a heart attack soon. The boy was equally good at fucking as being fucked, never before in his fifty years has Achmed seen such as the white boy. His passionate love making has to be seen to be believed..
It would be a shame to have cut the boy and Achmed hoped that it would not diminish his attractiveness…
Time to do a deal
For a long time Ijah sits on the end of the small steel framed bed and gazes bewitched at the white boy. The boys naked chest gently rises and falls. Asleep he is even more beautiful, if that is possible, then when he is awake. Every fiber of Ijah being is telling him that what Achmed and he are about to do is wrong, to harm this c***d who’s only crime is passion, simply, because their religion does not allow two males to consummate their love.
Ijah pulls the coarse blanket down to reveal the boys limp cock and testicles. For his age his balls are not big and his cock is similarly small, but they are perfectly shaped and textured. Ijah reaches out and lightly touches his balls, the boys eyelids flutter but he does not waken.
He gently lifts the small sac and weighs their contents, he can feel the orbs inside as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.
The boys penis starts to inflate and in no time is hard, even though the boy is still asleep. Ijah gently releases his balls and slowly the penis shrinks. Ijah sighs and reluctantly covers the boy with the blanket, he lowers his face to the boys cheek and kisses him affectionately, the boys eyes open to mere slits and he starts to smile but instead yawns sleepily and in his soft girlish voice says his name, “Ijah”. Softly Ijah strokes his golden blond hair and he tells the boy to go back to sleep, but he needed have bothered, for his eyes are once again shut.
Unbeknownst to Ijah Jamaal is standing at the door and has been for some time, “Ijah,” he whispers.
Ijah turns around as for the first time he realizes Jamaal presence, he lifts a finger to his lips “shhh,” he whispers as he gets up from the bed and guides Jamaal out through the door into the passage, he closes the door behind him. Jamaal leads him towards the stairs, he clamps his hand over Ijah mouth when he try’s to speak, Jamaal knows that these walls have both eyes and ears so he leads him down into the deserted kitchen where they can speak freely and unheard by Achmed or his whores.
They sit down on the rough wooden bench facing each other across the table, for a while neither of them speak, both lost in their own thoughts and both struggling with their conflicted emotions. Finally Jamaal breaks the uneasy silence and begins.
“Ijah at first I hated the white boy, I saw the way you looked at him, it was the way you used to look at me, I wanted to rip his heart out I wanted him to go away and never come back, but then I lay with him, I felt his cock inside me, I tasted him and I felt his desire and I knew it wasn’t his fault, I also realized that it wasn’t your fault, he has bewitched both of us….” Jamaal voice trailed off.
“Jamaal I am in love with him, I want to hold him and protect him, but I know I can’t. Our religion won’t allow me to, I have already committed a sin for which I could be severely punished, Achmed knows this and all the men who watched me fuck him know this to be true, and no matter what I do I am going to loose.
If I do as Achmed asks then I will be harming the boy forever, if I don’t then I could be castrated or even worse, killed!” Ijah said in a desperate sounding tone.
There was another long pause in the conversation as both boys struggled to come to terms with the predicament which they found themselves in. Finally Jamaal spoke again. “If we let Achmed cut his balls out what will that mean, Ijah? Will it kill him?”
“I don’t think so, not unless something goes very wrong, I don’t think that Achmed would want to permanently harm the boy because it would make him worthless to Achmed, to be honest Jamaal I don’t know what it would mean to not have his balls, only that in our religion he would not be a male anymore and it means that men could fuck him without fear of consequences.”
Truth be known neither of the boys understood what the consequences would be to Callum if his testicles were to be removed, they were pretty sure that he would survive but exactly what impact it would have on him was unknown to them.
Ijah suddenly had an idea. “I know someone that can help us, there is a whore down by the bayside I did her a favor once and she owes me, I remember she told me once that she used to work in a brothel where young boys were offered to the Arab sailors who frequent the port and she told me that Arab men liked the boys to have their stones cut out.”
“So she would know all about it then, we must go and find her Ijah and speak with her” Jamaal said excitedly, as Ijah nodded his head in agreement.
So the two boys left the Brothel and went in search of Ijah friend the whore. It took them a while to find her for she wasn’t at her home, instead an old lady was looking after her two small c***dren.
The old lady told the boys where they could find her daughter but that it would be better to wait until she came home, for the brothel owner would not appreciate her daughter receiving non paying customers and besides she winked at Jamaal, a cute young brown skinned boy such as him may be to enticing for the brothel owner to resist.
So reluctantly the impatient boys accepted the old ladies invitation to wait for her daughter.
Jamaal amused himself by playing with the two little c***dren whilst Ijah spoke with the old lady.
Fortunately it was a quiet Monday night at the brothel so they did not have to wait too long before Ijah friend, whose name is Jazzmine, Jazz for short, arrived home. She was surprised to see Ijah and the other boy there.
“Ijah, my friend, why are you here at this late hour?” she asked, “is something wrong!”
Ijah stood up when Jazz entered the room and he hugged her affectionately, he then introduce Jamaal who shyly shook her hand, “No there is nothing to be alarmed about, we have come here to seek your advice only.”
Ijah then proceeded to explain why they were there, he told her the story about the boy, but he neglected to mention the fact that he was white and a stranger to their country, even though he trusted Jazz he did not want to say anything that might put her in a compromising situation, when he had finished telling Jazz the story he and Jamaal looked anxiously at her hoping that she might be able to enlighten them on the subject of male castration.
Jazz liked Ijah and she could clearly see how deeply he must feel for the boy-c***d for him to come all the way across town in the middle of the night to seek her out for her advice.
“Yes its true, the Arab men do like young boys who have had their stones cut out.
How it impacts on the boys depends greatly at what stage of their sexual development they are cut, for instance if a ********** boy is cut, a boy who is not yet into his sexual development then he will most likely be asexual for the rest of his life and having any form of sexual encounter will be a chore of sorts that he will not derive any pleasure from, his penis will never stiffen and he will never produce fluids or orgasm.” She stated
Both boys stared wide eyed and disbelievingly at Jazz as they listened, Ijah opened his mouth to speak but Jazz hushed him and continued.
“The boys I refer to appeal to the Arab men because they will always appear as *********s, their voices will remain high and looks will always be girlish. The boy you refer to, has his sexual development advanced? Is he able to produce fluids and does he have hair around his cocklet?” She asked.
“He definitely is sexual, his cock becomes hard at the merest of touches and he produces fluids, albeit mostly clear. His hair is so fair that it is difficult to see but he does have hair around his cocklet” Ijah said and Jamaal nodded in agreement…
“His hair is fair? Is this boy an albino? “ inquired Jazz suspicious of what the boy had just told her.
Ijah knew instantly that he had made a huge blunder in telling Jazz about the boys hair, for now she was suspicious. He could have continued on and attempted to cover up what he said but somehow he knew that she would not believe him and he also knew that she would find out eventually and then she would know that he had lied to her.
Instead he decided to come clean and tell her the entire truth including how he and Jamaal felt about the boy, this time it was Jazz turn to listen wide eyed, her mouth hung open in astonishment.
“Ijah this is craziness, if the police find out about this then you will all go to prison, you will be executed. Messing with foreigners is one thing but their c***dren!” she said, shocked at the potential consequences.
Ijah became angry, “we did not come here to seek your legal advice on the matter we came here to ask you about what would happen to the boy if he were to be castrated, besides we are not holding the boy against his will, he feels the same way for us as we do for him”
Jazz shook her head from side to side in frustration, “My little friend I will not utter a word of this to another living sole, but you are making a huge mistake, but you’re right, it is not my place to tell you about such things, however before we continue I must tell you something that you need to keep in mind.
If It all turns out badly and you need to dispose of the boy then do not trust anyone, rather bring him to my place of work and seek out the owner for he is a trader of c***dren to the southern Arab countries, he will be able to dispose of the boy to a buyer and you will profit handsomely from his sale and hopefully there will be no consequences for you with the local authorities.”
Ijah and Jamaal were horrified at the prospect of selling Callum to a Arab brothel owner, but they knew better than to say anything to the whore, instead they nodded their heads and asked her to continue telling them about castration.
“The boy, as you described him is already sexual and is at least part way into puberty, so the consequences of cutting his stones out will be different to that of a younger boy.
He will still be able to have erections and should still be able to produce some fluids, if he is stimulated in the right way then his passions should not be diminished but rather they will take a different form.
He is of the age that the Arabs would consider ideal for their needs, he would no longer be a male but he would have the youthful appeal of a boy and if he is trained properly would still be able to provide sexual release to both his partner and himself.
It is unlikely he would ever be a dominant male more likely he will be a subordinate lover that achieves his own climax from being taken in the rear passage.” Jazz finished and looked at the two boys.
Jamaal had a question, “It sounds to me that its not such a bad thing to have your stones cut from you, there must be a bad part to doing this?”
“Oh yes my little friend, to begin with he would never be able to produce c***dren of his own, secondly as he becomes older his sexual urges will diminish, he also may start to grow breasts and his figure may become more feminine, but that depends largely on the individual make up of the c***d but essentially all that makes a male a male will no longer exist in him, yet what makes a female a female will also not exist in him, he will be forever caught in the middle.
I would have to say it would be better for the boy if he is homosexual for then at least he will find some measure of happiness in being the lover of a dominant male.” Jazz stated sagely.
“he is definitely homosexual” said Jamaal and Ijah nodded in agreement, so maybe it wont be to bad for him they each thought to themselves.
They chatted with Jazz until it was time to go, Jamaal thanked her and she asked if he could wait outside for Ijah, she led Ijah into her tiny bedroom where she exacted her price from the young man, Jamaal could hear her moans from out in the street as Ijah ravaged her with his huge black cock. Later an embarrassed Ijah met him out in the street and once again Jamaal felt a stab of jealousy, this time towards Jazz.
It seemed to the two boys that what Achmed was planning might not be such a terrible thing for Callum, after all can it be wrong to want to preserve for as long as possible beauty such as which he possessed, besides Jazz had told them that he would retain his sexual urges and that he would still be a passionate lover, the only down side that they could see is that he would never be able to father c***dren, but he was homosexual anyway so it was unlikely that he would ever want to.
By the time they had returned to Achmeds brothel the sun was climbing languidly into the eastern sky. The boy was already up and the old lady was fussing over him in the kitchen.
A few of the whores were also in the kitchen and were teasing the cute white boy, pinching his cheeks and stroking his hair, one of the younger girls boldly put her hand in his crotch and squeezed much to their delight the boys cheeks blushed scarlet red as he tried to push her hand away. Ijah looked at Jamaal and both boys rolled their eyes and said in unison “girls!”.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I slept as if a baby, mostly it was a dreamless sleep although somewhere in the outer peripherally of my subconscious I had imagined that Ijah was with me and gently stroking me, but I think it was a dream. It seemed to me that no sooner had I closed my eyes and then suddenly it was morning again.
Morning in this part of the world is different to back home, somehow the light is different and the smells and sounds of the local bazaar assault my senses from the moment I open my eyes, the day starts early in Karachi.
I lay on my back looking up at the craggy ceiling and wonder how so much could have happened in so little time. I wonder if my dad is looking for me, but then I remember he is out in the country and out of telephone contact and that he will be there for another month.
Will the hotel notice that I am not in my room? Probably not, for they seemed to care little of the movements of their foreign guests. Besides if the room is paid for in advance and un-occupied then why would they care.
My thoughts are interrupted by the old lady entering the room, she smiles a crooked smile at me and gestures with her hands that I should come with her and eat.
I realize that I haven’t eaten in nearly two days and I am starving, I got to get up but I am naked, quickly I pull the blankets around me, this seems to cause the old lady no end of amusement and she laughs out loud. I gesture with my hands that she should turn around.
I find my shorts and tee shirt sitting neatly folded on the small white plastic chair by the bed, but my boxer shorts are no where to be seen neither are my socks and my shoes. Quickly I pull on my clothes and then I follow the old lady along the passage and down the stairs into the kitchen.
There are several girls in the kitchen and they stare at me as I enter, the old lady orders them to get up from the breakfast table to make room for me, all the younger ones obey instantly, but an older girl refuses to budge and the old lady slaps her across the back of the head, an argument ensues until finally the girl begrudgingly gets up from her seat and taking her bread with her pokes her tongue out at me and leaves the kitchen.
I am wondering where Ijah and Jamaal are as the old lady pushes me down onto the bench, then as she shuffles of to prepare a meal for me two of the younger girls sit themselves down on either side of me.
They are like octopuses, there hands are all over me at the same time, one is pulling my hair while the other is pinching me, suddenly one of them has their hands on my cock and I jump with surprise, just at that moment Ijah and Jamaal enter the room and I am temporarily rescued from the onslaught as I leap up from my seat and throw my arms around Ijah and hug him, I can see that Jamaal is put out by this so I let go of Ijah and pull him into a hug also, at first he pouts but then he hugs me back and slaps me hard on the butt.
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The two boys are embarrassed at first, by Callums open affection towards them, but his enthusiasm overwhelms them as their initial shyness diminishes and soon all three boys are hugging and kissing each other, right there in the kitchen in clear view of the girls, who for their part, seem rather jealous that they are missing out on the action and so they commence taunting Ijah and Jamaal in their own language.
Ijah grabs hold of his package and thrusts his hips provocatively towards the girls, consequently they shout even louder. Pandemonium is unfolding in the kitchen as the old lady once again enters the room, quickly she assess the situation and orders the girls out of the kitchen she then halfheartedly berates the boys for upsetting her girls.
Finally the boys collapse into laughter and sit obediently at the table as the old lady dishes out food for them, she knows that sex and food are the two ways to any males heart, withholding either can cause them a great deal of distress.
The small white boy looks at the food and then at the old lady questioningly, unbeknownst to her he is looking for utensils. Jamaal seems to understand his dilemma and quickly picks up a piece of chicken from the boys plate pushes it towards his mouth, the boy at first has a disgusted expression on his face, Jamaal explains to Ijah and they both laugh, the old lady pretends to take his plate away, clearly he isn’t hungry or doesn’t appreciate her cooking, but quickly the boy snatches it back and soon is devouring his meal in much the same manner as the two local boys.
The difficulty for Ijah and Jamaal is to communicate what they had learnt from Jazz to Callum.
Finally it was Jamaal that was able to come with a solution to the language barrier. Jamaal has a friend who is blind and who was raised by the catholic missionaries on the other side of the river, the boy is around Ijah age and now begs for food in the bazaar, he speaks fluent English and makes most of his money from the foreign tourists that visit the city on the other side of the river.
The difficulty is convincing Achmed to let them take the boy away from the Brothel in the first place. Between them they decide on a plan and seek out Achmed to speak with him, fortunately in this place, Achmed is never difficult to find.
“So my little friends, you have been out roaming the jeweled city rather than sleeping?” Achmed asks.
“We needed to see my friends, and to tell them that we are involved with you so that they know should something happen to either one of us, where they can come to look” explains Jamaal ominously.
Achmed isn’t sure if the boy is bluffing or not, it is a fact that the two of them were gone most of the night and the whore that was sent to follow them turned back as they approached the port area, even she wasn’t paid enough to venture to that part of town alone. “Jamaal my littlest limb of satin, you never cease to surprise me, once again you have shown yourself to have an old head on such a young body!” and Achmed for once wasn’t being rhetorical.
“So what is it you wish to discuss?” Achmed asked, curious of the boys motives.
“We have been thinking about the white boy and your offer, and we have decided that provided we three are equal partners in ownership of him and all three of us have a say in the outcome then we will agree to your plan!” Jamaal said confidently.
Achmed for a moment was gob smacked, these two little street hustlers were moving in on him, he was about to dismiss them from his house but then he realized that the little one could be bluffing but then again he might not be and the last thing he wanted was trouble with the brothel owners near the harbor, especially with their crazy Arab friends to the south, so instead Achmed decided the best course of action was to negotiate with the boys.
“One third each? May the fleas of a thousand camel infest your body hair you thieving scoundrels, I take you into my house, feed you and provide you with shelter, I help you to recover your debt from the white brat and this is how you repay ME!!!” Roars Achmed.
Ijah looks decidedly nervous and is ready to back down, but Jamaal isn’t having any of this. “Stop blowing old man, you are full of camel dung and you know it, FINE, we will leave your house immediately, all THREE of us!” Jamaal turns his back on Achmed grabs Ijah by the arm and starts to lead him towards the door…
“No wonder you’re an orphan, your mother most likely drowned herself in the river to be rid of you, you little scoundrel… STOP before I loose my temper, we shall sit down and discuss the terms of this partnership.”
And so they did, for three hours Jamaal and Achmed yelled and screamed at each other and occasionally Ijah would speak but they hardly heard him, in the end they had an accord.
Achmed wanted to write the agreement down but Jamaal did not trust him to do so, instead they agreed in voice and in blood, the ********** and the old man and the teenager cutting open the palm of their hands and bonding their agreement in with the exchange of their blood, even Achmed would not break an agreement such as that.
Only when the discussion had been concluded did Jamaal reveal his plan to take Callum back across the river to his hotel. Achmed was immediately suspicious until Ijah reminded him that all three of them had an agreement in blood.
The plan was that they would convince Callum to write a letter to his father informing him that he was going to make his own way back to his home overseas, to be with his mother and even to go as far as letting him know that he was going to hitch hike across the border into India and get a flight from there, that would leave plenty of scope for the boy to disappear forever of the face of the earth and no one would ever look for him in the seedy brothel district of Karachi.
Even though this was a part of the plan, the two boys could not have known that Callums father had problems of his own in the north of the country and that in a few weeks from now he himself would be declared missing and Callum’s letter would make life a lot simpler for the local authorities.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
This morning has been very confusing, all kinds of things are happening around me and I am sure that Achmed, Ijah and Jamaal are making plans that concern me, but I have no way of knowing this to be certain. After we had finished breakfast the old lady once again leads me to the bath area, when we arrive the two girls from downstairs are sitting naked on the sides of the sunken bath, one of them turns towards me and reveals her body to me.
For a moment I stare at her small breasts and flat stomach, I am a little excited but then my eyes drop down and I stare in between her empty thighs. My excitement quickly diminishes, this girl has nothing that I am interested in, instead I smile sweetly at her before turning away. She seems to understand and mutters something to her friend in the local dialog. The old lady shouts orders at the girls and they get up and approach me.
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The old lady is also now curious, there is no harm in a little exploration she thinks to herself, so she instructs the two young girls to strip Callum and bath him, and she smiles at the girls and her intonation is crystal clear. She turns and leaves the bath area, closing the door behind her.
The two girls have never seen a boy with skin so smooth and hair of silken gold, eagerly they approach him from either side and commence to undress him.
The boy resists but only half heartedly. First they remove his shirt and then his pants leaving him standing naked before them.
The two girls circle the boy, his white skin is blushing red allover from the embarrassment. One of them reaches out and slaps him hard on the buttocks, reddening the bum cheek even more, both girls giggle.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
It seems that I am to be bathed by these two girls, I decide I don’t mind the little one, but that’s because she looks a little like Jamaal with the lighter brown skin, the older heavier one looks frumpy to me.
Once again they are touching me all over, they seemed fascinated by the color of my hair and my skin, I suppose here in this town I am considered to be a novelty, where as if I were at home in my town the situation would be reversed.
The frumpy one kneels before me and reaches out and takes hold of my penis. Expertly she rolls it back and forth in here hand and it responds in kind and slowly thickens until eventually its fully hard. The smaller girl is behind me and pushing her sex into my buttocks while she is kissing my neck.
As any normal boy would due in this situation my body responds and I moan excitedly when suddenly the girl in front takes my cock into her mouth.
For a while the two girls continue to stimulate me, the smaller girl is now sucking on my nipple whilst the other is giving me a vigorous blow job and I start to thrust my hips in response.
Suddenly her mouth comes off my penis and she pulls me down to the soft mat on top of her. Her mouth finds mine and her tongues snakes through my lips into my oral cavity.
The smaller girl is behind me between my legs and is massaging my cock, she guides it towards the opening of the frumpy girls legs, no sooner does it make contact with her hairy pussy that it instantly deflates, despite the vigorous massage it is receiving.
The girls kisses become more frantic, I want to get off her but she is holding the back of my head, I cannot breath and I start to struggle but the two of them together are stronger than me, I wonder is this what it is like to be ****d?
At this thought I start to cry, hot tears roll down my cheek and splash onto her face, she opens her eyes for the first time and sees me crying.
She pushes me back off her and I land on my bum, she’s angry and she slaps me hard on the face and ****** me in her own language, I don’t need to understand her language to get her meaning, I lower my head in shame.
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So it is true, the boy is completely queer, the old lady watching from the anti chamber realizes. Two of her most talented whores cannot get him interested in having sex with them, not only that but now he is crying, have foreign boys of his age no dignity at all? Obviously not she decides.
The two girls at first are angry and the boy earns himself a vicious slap in the face, but at seeing the boy in tears they take pity on him and now the two of them are hugging him and attempting to arrest his tears, one is holding his hand while the other is soothing him.
Eventually his tears dry and they decide that they had best do what they were originally told to do and that is to wash the boy, so they lead him into the warm bath whereupon they wash away his tears along with the dirt off his pale white body. Later they dry him and comb out his blond hair, marveling at the silky soft feel.
By this time the old lady has returned with the boys own clothes and even his shoes. They dress him quickly and before the old lady leads him out of the room, they both kiss him on the cheek. They know he is a sissy boy and that is probably not his fault.
And so it was that Callum left the brothel with Jamaal and Ijah as he followed the boys back across the river, he was confused as to why they were taking him home as he did not want to go back to the hotel, at least not yet.
He was at first relieved but then a little apprehensive to see the familiar site of the church spire come into view, but instead of turning away from the church and heading towards his hotel they headed straight for the church into the crowded square where tourists mingled with locals to buy their wares.
Jamaal seemed to be looking for someone and for a while he left Ijah and Callum standing together while he disappeared into the crowd.
Ijah placed his arm around Callums shoulder and hugged him, it must have seemed a curious site for the locals and tourists, a cute blond white boy of about 13 years of age hugging a older black local teen, the look on the white boys face was one of adulation.
Finally Jamaal returned but he was not alone, he was leading a thin boy of about Ijah age by the hand, at first it seemed to Callum that there was something wrong with the boy and then he realized that he was blind.
Jamaal motioned for Callum and Ijah to follow them as he led them through a series of crowded alley ways until at last they were in a small deserted alley, Jamaal turned over several wooden crates and sat the blind boy down on one of them and motioned for Callum to sit opposite him.
Callum was completely confused but did as he was instructed and sat staring at the blind boy, who’s sightless eyes stared off into affinity.
“You are not one of our people?” Said the boy, who’s name was kai, to Callum, in almost perfect English.
At first Callum was too shocked to be able comprehend what the boy had actually said, it was such an incongruous situation, a blind beggar speaking perfect English.
“Pardon?” asked Callum.
The boy repeated the question, this time Callum understood him. “I am from the USA and I have only been here for a short while, but how come you can speak English, and you speak it very well I might add?”
“I was raised by the Catholic missionaries, when I was born I was blind and my mother had no use for a blind baby so she left me at their doorstep, I lived with them until I was 16 and they taught me to speak English, now I live in a shanty and I beg for money but I am doing ok because I can speak English I can get money from the tourists and sometimes like now I can translate and be paid”
Suddenly Callum understood, Jamaal had brought him here to that they could have a conversation, albeit via a translator.
Jamaal was growing impatient, quickly he explained to the interpreter what he wanted to say, the boy listened carefully until Jamaal signaled for him to tell the boy what he had said.
“Jamaal and Ijah, that are their names in case you hadn’t already worked that part out, want you to firstly know that they both have become deeply fond of you and that they want you stay with them rather than go back to your own family, Jamaal wants me to ask you if you wish the same thing?” Kai asked.
Callum wanted more than anything to stay with them but he could not see an easy way to achieve this, as his father would almost certainly come looking for him, “I also am very fond of them, I would like to stay with them for a while at least, but I don’t know how I could get my father to agree, I mean he isn’t even due back from up north for another few weeks so I suppose I could spend at least that much time with them?” Callum offered.
The three way conversation went of for a long while and even though all three boys wanted the same thing, Callum continued to teeter on the edge of uncertainty.
It wasn’t as if Callum loved or even liked his father enough to worry about what he thought, he was more concerned about his dad coming to look for him and eventually finding him, his father is a very determined man and Callum knows this.
Jamaal was getting frustrated as was Ijah, finally Ijah had the solution.
“Tell the boy that he must go back to his own people and that we shall never bother him again, and that we are sorry to have caused him all this trouble!” Ijah said with an air of finality. Jamaal tried to protest but Ijah asserted himself and ordered the translator to speak to Callum.
Callum upon hearing this instantly began to cry and fat tears rolled down his cheek as Ijah and Jamaal got up and prepared to leave. Right there and then Callum made a decision that would forever change his life, he leapt to his feet and blocked their path and threw himself into Ijah’s arms and begged him not go, he spoke so fast that the interpreter could not keep up with him, But Jamaal and Ijah got the gist of what he was saying and the two of them took turns in hugging and kissing the crying boy.
After much hugging the boys sat down again and Jamaal explained in great detail the plan to Callum, how he was to write the letter to his father telling him that he had decided to make his own way back home via India.
Even if they went looking for him they would be looking in the wrong place, their plan was aided when considering the poor relationship between the two countries.
Finally they reached the inevitable topic of how Callum was to survive in their world. Ijah had already decided to tell the boy the truth, even though Jamaal was skeptical that the boy would consider such a thing.
So the entire story came out and at the mention of his castration, Callum nearly feinted, his eyes widened and he accused Ijah and Jamaal of being insane, for a long while he would not even listen to what they had to say. So the boys decided to take a break and find food.
A couple of hours later it was Callum who brought the subject up again.
“If I let them cut my balls of then I wont be able to have sex anymore and I wont be able to get stiff and I wont be able to cum anymore, what is the point of all of that?” he asked angrily.
They explained every word of what Jazz had told them and how that at his age it would not be the case that he would still be able to cum and he would still climax as he did before, the only thing that would really change is that he would not be able to father c***dren and his voice would remain high and his skin would remain youthful for many years to come.
Callum was still unconvinced, his view on the matter only wavered when Ijah explained to him that now that he was a young man that he would no longer be permitted to have sex with Ijah, as that is a mortal sin in his religion.
And even though for a few years he could still have sex with Jamaal, he to would soon be a young man and then he would not be permitted to sleep with him either.
Ijah said that there was little point in coming back with them if they could not have a loving relationship, for he could not bear to look upon Callum and know that he is not permitted to consummate their relationship by having sex together.
For a long time Callum did not utter a word, he was deeply lost in his own thoughts.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I can hardly believe what it is that they are asking of me, they want to let Achmed cut my balls off and make me into a eunuch, that’s the word Jamaal used to describe boys with no balls, eunuchs.
I don’t understand why it is a sin and against the law for Ijah to have sex with me one day and then not the next. I realize I love him and also Jamaal but what they are asking is to much, I love my balls.
To let someone cut them off seems outrageous to me, but now I am thinking to myself what good are balls if I cannot be with the people I love most in life and if what they are saying is true will I really miss them? I need time to think this over.
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“I need time to think this over, please can I go back to my hotel?” Callum asks the boys.
Jamaal is reluctant to let the boy out of their site but Ijah knows that they cannot hope to force the boy to do anything which he does not want to, so he stops Jamaal from speaking and instead says to Callum.
“Of course you may, this decision is to important to be made upon a whim. If you decide to come back to us then meet us in front of the old church at noon tomorrow, but in case you decide not to then let us now part amicably”
Ijah pulls the boy into a passionate kiss, for a very long time they explore each others oral cavities, his strong black hands caress the boys back and buttocks as he pulls the boy tightly against his groin, his cock is as hard as its ever been and so it the boys, finally he releases the breathless boy who staggers and almost falls over from the intensity of the kiss.
Jamaal knows he cannot compete with Ijah so he simply holds Callum face between his two hands and kisses him once on each of his cheeks.
Callum watches forlorn as the three boys leave the alley and head back towards the church, a part of him is screaming to make the decision now, to just leave his old world behind him and rush headlong into this new and exciting world, but another part thinks of his mother and he knows that he has to call her and somehow let her know that he will be ok, no matter what happens, so he watches them leave, when they are gone he turns away and heads back towards his hotel.
A bad nights sleep
Callum has been away for two nights but the hotel staff have not even noticed, the concierge nods politely to him as he passes him on the way to the elevators.
There is a note on the table in his room to call his mother and another from his fathers office to say that his dad will be out of contact range for the next two weeks and should he Callum require anything then please contact them on the number written on the bottom of the message.
Callum is tired but sleep eludes him, he turns one way having decided its all to ridiculous and decides to go to sleep, but then he turns the other way and he thinks of Ijah and Jamaal and it doesn’t seem to ridiculous after all.
sleep does not come easily so instead Callum decides to get up and to write an email to his best friend back home. Suddenly a brain storm hits him and he decides to look up information on the net regarding eunuchs.
Callum searches through various sites until he finally hits the jackpot, a site called eunuch.org which is targeted specifically at eunuchs and wannabe’s. For the rest of the night and most of the morning Callum reads account after account of peoples experiences with castration. Some stories frighten him, others excite him, then finally he reads a story about a young boy in the 18th century who’s father owns a slave plantation, the young boy is white but is sold into slavery by his greedy father, his balls are cut out in the most gruesome way and this scares Callum, but what does interest and excite him is the boys life after castration.
Jamaal had said that the castration would be safe and that it would be done properly by a professional cutter and that he would feel very little pain, Callum could see by reading various stories at the eunuch archive that could be true, even though in “Plantation owners son”, it wasn’t painless, after all that was a fiction story and besides he thought to himself, if you are going to loose something as valuable as your balls it might as well hurt a bit otherwise it might not seem important to you.
For a few hours even though he did not yet know it Callum had made up his mind, he had been so busy reading stories that he had lost track of time. It was now one hour after the time which he had agreed to meet the boys at the church, that is if he agreed to their terms. He looked at his watch and panicked.
He very quickly wrote a note to his father, the wording was consistent with what the boys had agreed to, he kept it short and at the end he signed it, with love from your son Callum James…
Next he picked the telephone up and called him mother, She was somewhat surprised to hear him call at that hour.
“Hi mum, its me Callum”
“Oh Callum, its very late here, have you forgotten the time difference again?” she asked, “Can you call back later?”
“Sorry mum, no I can’t, I have to tell you something.” Callum said struggling to find the words.
“What is it dear, are you ok? Is that bastard of a father of yours treating you badly” She asked eager to hear any bad news about Callum dad whom she now hated with a passion.
“No mum, dads ok, its me, I want to come home” He asked
“Callum we have discussed this, I spent the last 12 years looking after you, its now your fathers turn, I have a life too son, and I need to live my own life for a while and to have a chance at being happy” She explained.
Callum sighed, “OK mum, I love you and I always will, you know that don’t you?” He said and started to cry.
“Callum are you ok? You sound sad”
“Yes mum I’m ok, I have to go now, I love you mum” he said in the tiniest voice.
“I love you too darling, bye.”
Callum wiped the tears from his eyes as he rushed around the room and collected as many of his belongings as he could fit into his backpack, he not only packed spare clothes but also his iPod and his mobile ps2, he thought Jamaal might like to have that as a gift.
Callum packed the last picture ever taken when his family were still together and happy, he removed the picture from the frame and packed it lovingly into the small clear pocket at the very back of the bag. Finally he put his Passport and wallet firmly into the zip up pocket of his cargo pants.
He carefully placed the envelope addressed to his father on the dining room table, he took one last long look at the room and his fathers belongings and then rushed out the door.
He ran all the way to the church, he was now more than two hours late and when he got there the boys were no where to be seen.
He searched the alley ways and the crowded marketplace but he could not find them anywhere. Finally he collapsed exhausted onto the steps of the old church and started to sob.
He had been sitting there for a while when suddenly a shadow fell over his sneakers, he looked up slowly and standing there with a big smile on his face was Ijah. Callum leapt to his feet and threw his arms around the teenager and hugged and kissed him all over his face, Ijah started to laugh, the boy was acting like an over eager puppy dog but he did not mind at all.
“What about me,” asked Jamaal who had been standing behind Ijah.
Callum scooped the smaller boy into an embrace and once again showered him with his affections. For a long while they hugged and then finally arm in arm the three boys went looking for the interpreter, who they found speaking with an English tourist on the other side of the busy square. They waited until the tourist had left before they approached Kai.
Jamaal had a long talk with Kai and he listened patiently, every now and then he would frown but say nothing. Finally it was time for him to speak to Callum.
By coming here and agreeing to go with Ijah you are effectively agreeing to becoming their property to do with as they will, do you understand that? He asked.
Callum was a little perplexed, people don’t belong to other people as if a possession, he suspected that what he meant was that he would have to go ahead with being castrated and he had already decided to let them do that to him, so he nodded in ascent.
“You must give them your passport and papers now, as they are no longer yours to keep, should they ever decide to sell you or give you away then those papers will belong to your new master do you understand?”
This part had never been explained to Callum, or if it had they had glossed over it, it disturbed Callum greatly but he was to excited at seeing Ijah and Jamaal to let this new information overly worry him, so once again he nodded his head in ascent.
Callum reached into his pocket and pulled out his passport and handed it to Jamaal, who glanced at it briefly and then put it into his back pocket.
The interpreter continued to explain things to him, part of which was that he would be one third owned by Achmed, this bit of information disturbed him more than anything else he had said but Ijah and Jamaal assured him that they owned the other two thirds and could out vote Achmed on any decisions which they did not agree with, so finally he even agreed to this.
At long last they said their goodbyes to the interpreter and he wished Callum happiness and good luck, though he seriously doubted that the boy would find either, and he sighed as he bid them farewell and listened to their voices slowly disappear towards the bridge….
Chapter - 5
When Ijah and Jamaal, returned from across the river without the white boy, Achmed was angry, an untrustworthy person himself, he naturally considered all others to have similar traits and therefore prematurely concluded that he had been deceived.
But then Jamaal explained the situation to him, how the boy had asked for time to consider their proposal. Achmed expressed his anger by flailing his arms at the two boys, he did not trust the white boy to return of his own accord. Jamaal insisted that when the boy did return, and they felt sure he would, they would have his complete cooperation which in the long run would be beneficial to all.
Having explained the situation with more confidence then they actually felt, to Achmed, neither Ijah or Jamaal slept well that night, both boys worried that they had made a mistake in allowing the boy to return to his hotel.
“Jamaal are you awake?” Ijah whispered.
“Can you not sleep also?” Jamaal replied, with not a trace of sleepiness in his voice.
“Have we made a mistake in letting Callum return to his hotel, what if he tells his father, he knows how to find us and we could be in a lot of trouble with the police” Ijah said worried.
“Callum would never go to the police, he loves us to much to harm us, you know that. Besides we did not do anything to hurt him, well at least not yet!”
“It is not Callum I am concerned with, rather it is his father, I am sure he would not hesitate to go to the police if he were to find out what his son has been up to” stated Ijah feeling no less worried...
“We just have to trust him, I know it’s risky but have faith, after all I have seen the way in which he looks at you, that boy is in love with you and people do the craziest things for love.” Replied Jamaal.
“He loves you too, Jamaal, I fear that he loves my cock first and the rest of me last, but with you its more emotional and I think that is perhaps better” Ijah stated, there was a touch of melancholy in his tone.
Jamaal wasn’t so sure that was true but it was a nice thought to go to sleep thinking about, and besides there was nothing they could do tonight so it was best to try and get some sleep and be rested and well prepared for whatever tomorrow may hold.
The next day:
The two boys rose early and were to anxious to get going to even bother to eat, instead they hastily left the brothel via the rear exit hoping to remain unseen, but just as they were leaving Achmed was suddenly before them.
“Boys, why the hurry? I did not think you were meeting the brat until noon” He asked them.
“We want to be there early should Callum be looking for us, after all we don’t want the young white boy roaming around the square appearing as if lost, it may arouse suspicion” Jamaal said cleverly out maneuvering Achmed, his chest swelling with pride as Ijah looked at him in awe.
For a moment Achmed appeared unconvinced but then he realized that what the urchin was saying made sense, better to be safe, so he let them pass and just as they were about to close the gate behind them he called out to them;
“Oh and boys, if you come back without my property then I will have both of you castrated instead of the white boy and sold to the Arabs for the highest bid!”
A shiver ran down Ijah spine, he didn’t know if Achmed meant it or not but he wasn’t in a hurry to find out.
Fortunately for the boys Callum did eventually turn up, albeit two hours later than what they had expected and by which time they were in the final stages of panic. Had Callum have know about Achmed threat he would not have been in such a hurry as both Ijah and Jamaal would have still been waiting there a week later, just in case he changed his mind.
Achmed struggled to suppress his smile as he observed the three boys, arm in arm, entering his premises, his luck was changing for the better he decided, soon he would be considerably more wealthy than what he already was, but there was not time to dwell on such pleasantries as there were too many things he needed to organize, starting with locating a cutter.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I felt as if I were walking on clouds as we three walked across the bridge back into the seedy underworld of Karachi, it didn’t occur to me the dangerous future I was willingly entering into, all that mattered to me was that I was with my beloved Ijah and Jamaal.
My cock had been hard and tenting the front of my trousers right from the moment I saw them from across the square, actually it had been hard from the moment I made my decision to go with them. I was late getting there and when I could not see them I was despairing that they did not want me any longer and starting to feel very sorry for myself, but then in a heartbeat all that changed and there they were.
Passing through the gates into the house of Achmed I feel a sense of foreboding which is not alleviated when I glance up to the second floor window and see the man him self, Achmed, staring lasciviously at me, he licks his lips and smiles a greasy welcome at me before disappearing behind the curtains.
Jamaal sees him also and quickly pulls me by the arm through the door into the kitchen area.
Once inside that house of sex and debauchery my body betrays me and once again I feel terribly horny and I want release but I don’t know how to instigate sex play and besides I cannot decide with which one of my friends I want to play, Ijah or Jamaal?
I want to be taken I know that much but I also want to feel Jamaal’s soft lips on my cock. Absentmindedly I put my hand into my pocket and I squeeze myself.
Suddenly I realize that Jamaal and Ijah are staring at me, can they sense my lustful thoughts ? I guess they don’t need to have ESP as both are staring at the bulge in the front of my pants, which tells them without words as to what thoughts are running through my head.
Jamaal licks his lips and Ijah adjusts his package as they both start towards me, playfully I give them my most seductive smile and just as they reach out for me I dash behind the large table, avoiding them and smiling mischievously I c***dishly poke my tongue at them.
They give chase but I am small and fast and manage to move to the other side of the table, for a while this game continues until they realize that if one goes either way they will soon have me surrounded.
Suddenly I am caught as Ijah bends me backwards over the edge of the wooden table and pins my arms as he lays me face up onto the wooden top then Jamaal starts to tickle me. I squeal with laughter and beg them to stop.
Jamaal who has been blowing raspberry kisses on my belly button now has his fingers on the clasp of my pants and just as he is about to undo the catch, Achmed appears in the doorway and coughs loudly. As suddenly as our sex play had started the game is over.
Achmed could clearly see the lust in the white brats green eyes, indeed in all of the three boys eyes as he stood in the doorway watching them play.
He coughed loudly to announce his arrival.
He wanted the white boy to remain horny, to not get off, the more aroused he is the more willingly he will submit to Achmed’s plans.
Tersely he spoke with Ijah and Jamaal in their native tongue. “Do not give the boy release, do you hear me?”
Ijah and Jamaal looked up surprised to see Achmed and they saw the angry expression on his face as they heard him speak.
“Why not, he is two thirds our property and we can do as we please with him!” retaliated Jamaal, equally as angrily, meanwhile Ijah nodded in agreement.
“Because my eager young friends, I have made preparations for this coming Friday night for the boy, and until then I want him to remain celibate.”
Stated Achmed with a lewd smirk spreading across his oily face.
For a moment Ijah and Jamaal were shocked into silence, they knew that Callum would be cut but they hadn’t realized it would be so soon. Then Jamaal lost his temper.
“If on Friday night you have his balls cut off then I want to enjoy him one last time before he looses them, just once more and I will not take no for an answer!” he asserted in such a way as to seem much older than he actually is.
Achmed thought for a moment before answering, it would be better to have the boys balls filled with spunk to bursting on Friday night, but Achmed was also a realist and he understood that the boy would more than likely jack-off anyway, so letting him indulge one last time with the street urchin Jamaal couldn’t do any harm, but he wasn’t going to let them have it all their own way, it simply was not in his nature, so he offered a compromise.
“ This is true Jamaal, you are a one-third owner of this brat and therefore you are entitled to exercise your rights in regards to using the boy, however YOU” Achmed said pointing at Ijah, “being a man are to keep your hands off the c***d, you are forbidden by threat of death to enter into a homosexual relationship with him, so you will have to wait until after his stones are cut out?”
Ijah looked shocked, but he knew that what Achmed was saying was true, looking down at the cute blond-headed boy he had pinned to the table and seeing his angelic smile and feeling his silky hair brushing against his arm, he almost thought it worth dying for, for one more encounter, but alas common sense prevailed and slowly he nodded his head in ascent as he let the boy free.
Meanwhile Jamaal, had stopped paying attention from the moment he heard Achmed give him permission to have sex with Callum.
Vaguely he heard what Achmed was saying with regards Ijah and although he and Ijah were blood brothers and the best of friends, one look into Callum’s lust filled green eyes and Jamaal was struggling to even remember Ijah name let alone their friendship.
Jamaal gave out a joyous whoop and hastily grabbed Callum’s hand he bodily dragged him off the table and out the door, seeking the first available empty room in the brothel to consummate their new relationship, which in Jamaal mind was master and slave.
----------------- From Callum’s Point of view ---------
I have no idea what Achmed has said to my friends but it seems to have delighted Jamaal while at the same time upsetting Ijah. As Jamaal takes my hand and drags me out the door I am no less bewildered as I look back and seek Ijah sigh, he has a sad expression on his face but he smiles encouragingly at me as we leave.
Jamaal pulls me up the stairs then along the second floor passage, he opens the first door on the right and suddenly there is much yelling and cursing coming from inside the room from a customer and his whore, Jamaal humbly apologises for the interruption as he quickly closes the door, this drama is repeated a second and third time and each time Jamaal grows more frustrated and I start to giggle at his apparent eagerness to find a room for us.
Finally the old lady appears from no where, quickly she asses the situation and opens a door at the far end of the corridor and motions Jamaal inside, she gives me a sharp slap on the butt as I pass through the door and she closed the door behind me.
Jamaal can no longer contain himself, he deftly pulls his worn tee shirt off his head and throws it into the corner seconds later it is joined by his tattered trousers, he isn’t wearing underpants.
His turgid brown cock is pointing horizontally straight at me and I giggle at its apparent eagerness, I blush because suddenly I realize its because of me that he is in this state of horniness.
Shyly I undress myself, folding my clothes carefully as I place them on the floor next to Jamaal’s clothes.
Realizing our mutual attraction we are both awkward in our nakedness and Jamaal seems reluctant to start or maybe he doesn’t know how to, I didn't know exactly how to either, but I am older than him so I figure I should lead so I do the only thing I know which is guaranteed to make Jamaal happy.
I move my hands seductively behind his head pulling him towards me and kissing him passionately I push my tongue into his moist brown mouth.
For the longest while we just stand there French kissing. I grind my groin against him. I can feel Jamaal raging erection pushing into me as we continue to kiss passionately.
Jamaal winds his arms around my waist and pulls me harder against him. My breathing becomes raspy. His eyes are closed and I can feel his hands move behind me as he squeezes my butt..
There is a wet slurping sound as I remove my mouth from his. I reach behind him and pull his hair forcing his head back so that now his entire throat is exposed which I eagerly attack with my tongue as I suck and kiss my way all over his smooth brown neck and I bite playfully on his ear lobes causing him to groan.
My tongue leaves a wet trail of saliva as I work my way down his throat and seductively plant kisses on his upper chest. Eventually working my way down to his nipples.
To my amazement as I suck on his tiny brown nibs they became erect, just like I would imagine a girls nipples would, Jamaal moans loudly as I chew and suck hungrily on his left tit, teasing it relentlessly.
Every now and then I pull away from his nipple and blow on it with cool breaths. until he can no longer withstand the torture then I move across his beautiful chest his other nipple and start all over again.
Jamaal hands travel sensuously up my spine, lightly tickling me until finally he rubs the back of my head gently.
Jamaal gentle rubbing encourages me to continue but I have no intention of stopping however I am afraid that Jamaal is going to cum, I reluctantly move my mouth away from his nipple, causing Jamaal to sigh with disappointment.
Slowly with only my tongue touching him I lick and tease my way down his torso to his cute belly button, which I tickle furiously with my tongue, particularly around the little indentation. Jamaal’s tummy convulses involuntarily as he tries to restrain his laughter, I discover that he is ticklish so being a normal boy I mischievously continue to push my tongue into his belly button until finally he pushes my head away, there are tears of laughter in his eyes.
Jamaal holds me at arms length while he recomposes himself, then suddenly he turns me away from him and pushes me face down onto the single bed and as I lay there he drags my legs over the edge so that now I am kneeling on the floor with only my chest and upper body resting on the bed.
There is a pause while nothing happens then suddenly I feel his hands prize my butt cheeks apart, I expect he is going to fuck me, but instead he buries his face in between by butt cheeks and pushes his hot wet tongue at my hole.
The sensation is unlike anything I have ever experienced before and I moan loudly in surprise as his tongue lashes relentlessly at my hole.
Jamaal reaches between my legs and pulls my erect cock out from under me, where it was pinned between my body and the mattress, I feel his hot mouth engulf my entire cock and I cry out once again. He slurps and sucks until I know that I am about to cum, I want to warn him but I can’t breath, my balls raise up into my body and suddenly I let out an anguished cry of passion as my cock explodes into his hot brown mouth.
My cock erupting only causes Jamaal to suck even harder as spurt after spurt of my cum pours into his eager mouth. After four blasts my orgasm finishes and I collapse exhausted onto the bed.
Then once again feel Jamaal’s hot tongue on my hole, I want to tell him to stop but I know he wont listen, suddenly I feel his tongue which is coated with my own juices push into my hole and I realize that he is spitting my cum into my bum hole, even though I have just reached my climax and my cock is limp but knowing what he is doing stirs life back into my flaccid prick, instantly it hardens again.
He is using his fingers to push my own juices deeper into me and lubricating my back passage and then suddenly he pulls his fingers out of me and there is nothing, I start to think that Jamaal has finished but then I feel his hot brown cock poking at my hole, but It doesn’t seem as if he will succeed as my hole is to tight and his cock head rests against me with Jamaal pushing backward and forward and applying pressure as he is rubbing his cock up and down my butt crack, lubricating it with my own juices, then suddenly he is back at my hole and pushing in with determination.
This time we are both surprised as my hole opens a little and he manages to get his cock head inside me.
We both moan in surprise, it hurts but only a little, after all his cock is no where as big as Ijah’s. We stay still for what seems like eternity and then suddenly Jamaal pushes harder again.
By this time my passage is well lubricated and I am eager to continue so his cock easily slides in further and further until finally I feel his balls push into my butt crack. Then Jamaal starts fucking me.
Jamaal
After they entered the small room at the end of the corridor the white boy, Callum, was bristling with sexual eagerness, as was Jamaal, who quickly stripped of his own clothes and then watched mesmerized as Callum slowly and seductively removed his own clothes which seemed to Jamaal to take an agonizingly long time, soon the two boys stood facing each other naked and horny.
Neither seemed willing to instigate the proceedings when suddenly without warning Callum approached Jamaal and drew him into a passionate kiss Callum then proceeded to wetly lick his way all over Jamaal small brown body. Jamaal in all of his short years, had never experienced anything like that which Callum did to him.
For the next ten minutes Jamaal felt as if he were in heaven. Just as he felt he was about to cum Jamaal stopped Callum.
Unbeknownst to the white boy Jamaal was keen to assert his ownership over the white boy, even though he couldn’t really articulate his thoughts in regards to owning a slave he instinctively knew that he must not be submissive to him rather he had to dominate Callum, so he pushed the boy down onto the bed and then dragged his legs over the side so that he was kneeling, ready to be taken.
Jamaal buried his face in the boys butt, he wanted him to be well lubricated before he fucked him, as he was pushing his tongue deeper into the boys hole he noticed his cute white balls and perfectly shaped cock trapped under his flat tummy, pinned to the bed, his cock seemed to be throbbing in sync with his heartbeat. Jamaal reached under the boy and dragged his cock and balls out so that they were now hanging down below the edge of the bed.
Jamaal could not resist himself as he slurped hungrily all over the boys wet cock and balls, as he ran his tongue under the boys foreskin he could taste the salty juices of Callum pre-cum. Then suddenly the white boys entire body stiffened and Jamaal knew that he was about to cum so he sucked even harder.
Jamaal was impressed, as his cheeks expanded with fluids, for such a young boy Callum produced a lot of spunk, he was forced to swallow some but he kept most of it trapped in his mouth. When the boys cock started to deflate and become sensitive to touch he released it from his mouth, Callum collapsed almost u*********s onto the bed.
Meanwhile Jamaal once again tongued the boys cute pink hole, this time using his tongue he spooned the boys own sperm into his asshole using it as a natural lubricant for what he was about to do.
Jamaal grabbed hold of Callum’s hips and pulled him up slightly so that he was at the right height to fuck, then he guided his cock at the boys hole. He held it there for a moment, partly to let the boy get used to the feel and partly because he himself felt on the verge of cumming and he was not yet ready for that. Soon the boys pink hole opened up and Jamaals cock slid inside, they both moaned loudly as his cock popped inside.
Jamaal only waited a moment and then slowly but inexplicably he forced the full length of his cock into the boys back passage.
His cock fully embedded, Jamaal looked down in wonderment at the contrast, his dark brown cock, his belly and his hands contacting the creamy flawless white skin of Callum, suddenly he could wait no longer and he started to pump the boy vigorously.
Both Jamaal and Callum moaned with ecstasy as Jamaal thrust deeply into him. Callum pushed himself up onto his elbows and tried to meet his thrusts by forcing his hips back, he had a clear view underneath his belly and between his legs, he could see Jamaals black balls bouncing of the back of his pale white testicles and Callum’s cock was once again rock hard. Jamaal’s fingernails dug painfully into Callum’s hips but this only seemed to increase Callum’s pleasure and he moaned even louder.
Suddenly Jamaal’s body stiffened and he called out, “SLUT oh my lovely WHORE you’re my SLAVE and I own you, I Jamaal son of Paha owns you body and soul!” and then he exploded and the cum poured from his body, rope after hot rope of the brown-skin-boy, seed flowed into Callum back passage, flooding his butt and overflowing into his colon.
Then Callum’s own cock exploded with such force that he was hit in the face with his own cum.
Jamaal collapsed on top of the boy, with his cock still buried deep inside him, as both of them lay gasping for air and both exhausted, Callum lay with the brown boy on top of him, flattened on the bed.
At exactly the same moment when Jamaal came, so did Achmed, he was standing observing the boys through a small hole in the wall in the room adjacent to the room the boys were in.
His face was red and his bloated tummy distended as he blasted his seed out of the end of his cock and it splashed noisily against the wall. If it were not such a heinous sin in his religion he would have fucked the white boy senseless long before now, but Achmed already had enough enemies to risk one of them finding out that he had committed an act of homosexuality, however come Friday night all that would change when the little white whore would no longer be a boy, then and only then would Achmed fuck the boy and drive his rampant black cock deep inside the brat until he screamed for mercy...
For now though he knew he was wasting time, time which he did not have to waste, he quickly cleaned himself and then left the tiny closet via the secret entrance. Achmed only had two days to prepare for the show, the star of which was laying exhausted on the single bed in the small room at the end of the second floor corridor.
Meanwhile in a carpenter’s workshop on the other side of town the head tradesman was pondering the drawings which had been sent to him, the design clearly was some kind of table, he assumed it to be some sort of torture device, having deduced this from the various restraints built into the table and the fact that the table could be tilted to an almost vertical position, what he couldn’t understand was that the table appeared to be to small to hold an adult he checked and re checked his measurements until he was completely sure that he had not made a mistake. For a moment he considered asking the boss, but then he realized that the client had asked for discretion and that the table, and he shuddered at the thought, probably wasn’t meant for an adult. There was room on the table for an appliance to be fitted and very specific measurements were provided to the carpenter to facilitate the appliance, though he had no idea as to what it actually looked like. At the same time in another workshop a machinist was adding the finishing touches to a complex contraption, and the machinist was just as confused as the carpenter as to its purpose...
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