Taleban

by Pueros

(Kandahar, Afghanistan, June 1994)

The frightened ‘ashna’, or ‘beloved’, arms tightly held by two Taleban soldiers, was brought before Mullah Muhammad Omar, sat behind a desk in the office of his heavily guarded compound. Another man, with a long grey beard, sat in a corner. “I understand that you are Torjan’s bedboy,” declared the Mullah, “and that Abdul also wants you as his catamite.” The shamed 14 years old, straight black hair crowning a beautiful light brown face bearing many European features, appropriate for someone whose ancestors included some of Alexander the Great’s Greek settlers, responded by aiming his enchanting dark eyes at his feet.

Kandahar used to be regarded as the homosexual capital of south Asia. It was said that the birds flew over the city using only one wing for the other was needed to protect their posteriors, such was the indigenous Pushtan males’ obsession with sodomy. Bearded men, most married with many children, would be seen everywhere, on streets, at corners, in shops and in hotels, with their fresh-faced clean-shaven pretty ashna, usually aged between 14 and 16 and groomed for sex. The boys were invariably from poor families, seduced into selling their bodies to their patrons in return for gifts. Hashish, watches, jewellery and even motorbikes were frequently exchanged for their favours, although the offer of a fighting pigeon, often worth about $400, was usually most prized by the recipients.

The ashnas’ parents invariably knew into what kind of relationship their sons had entered but only admitted to others that the lads worked in some way for their adult companions. Kandaharis accepted such liaisons as an integral and ancient part of their culture, reflected in much poetry about the beauty of such catamites. During the troubles, many Mujahidin soldiers even took boys by force and kept them openly for as long as they wanted.

Abdul and Torjan were two important warlords who had divided control of Kandahar between themselves since the breakdown of central government rule from Kabul. They had never been on friendly terms but had become allies to prevent the Taleban from gaining local ascendancy. Abu had reluctantly become Torjan’s ashna in order to secure articles that his impoverished family could sell, his father being unable to work, having been crippled by a landmine whilst fighting the Russians. However, his patron had made the mistake of taking the boy with him to one of his regular meetings with Abdul, who was immediately infatuated by the 14 years old’s beauty.

Abdul later courted his rival’s ashna, unsuccessfully to the warlord’s undisguised disgust, and this had increased the tensions between the two armed camps, although blood had not yet been spilt. However, Muhammad Omar and his crony were determined that this truce should not last. Abu was therefore abducted after a visit home and taken to the headquarters of the Taleban.

Muhammad Omar looked at his colleague, who nodded, before continuing. “You are a whore,” the Mullah shouted, spittle falling onto his desk, “an obscenity in the eyes of Allah and a profanity to his sacred book, the Koran. I declare that you can no longer be considered a Muslim and that your disgusting lifestyle must be ended!” He looked at the guards holding the appalled and terrified boy and commanded “Take him to the doctor!”

The deeply apprehensive Abu was led out of the office and along several corridors to the operating theatre, where the white-gowned doctor awaited him. The soldiers left and the physician, after locking the door, walked round the gorgeous quaking boy, simply but neatly dressed in a long brown tunic with matching trousers and sandals. When the man eventually spoke, it was with a single word. “Strip!” he ordered. The abashed lad hesitated but, after another louder impatient command to disrobe, reluctantly complied, leaving his clothing in a heap on the floor.

“Take your hands away from your privates” was the smirking Doctor’s next instruction, “and hold them at your sides.” Abu slowly obeyed, revealing immaculately formed, completely smooth, genitalia, a cut humiliatingly horizontal erection displayed above the delicious duo of firm co-joined orbs that comprised his ball sac. The physician again strolled round the boy, feasting his eyes on the delights of the young nude form. “Your really are a true heathen slut,” the man eventually announced when his inspection was completed, his own cock rigid underneath his clothing, “so you might as well practise what you’re good at. Kneel before me!” The lad reluctantly did so and was soon servicing a large throbbing penis with his mouth for his effort.

After almost suffocating Abu by holding the boy’s head tightly against his groin as climax and a flood of associated sperm was achieved, the doctor released the lad and told him to lie face up on the operating table. Abu, semen dribbling down his chin and intensely scared, unwillingly complied and found himself being strapped to the cool surface of the table in a spreadeagled position. The physician then smeared the boy’s sublime genitals with stinging antiseptic, instantly bringing tears to the 14 years old’s eyes.

There was a knock and the doctor went to unlock the door so that the man with the grey beard could enter. The latter did not speak but it was clear that he had come to watch whatever was about to happen. The man saw the semen on Abu’s chin but chose to ignore the evidence of the physician’s sinful activity.

The doctor returned to the tremulous Abu, picking up a scalpel from a nearby table on the way. He then glanced reverently at the sneering spectator, who nodded, and placed the scalpel against the lower base of the boy’s still-erect cock.

“No!” screamed Abu as the doctor carefully began his incision, ignoring the spurting blood and semen as he neatly sliced off the hard penis, placing it in a little dish, which he gave to the man with the grey beard. The latter nodded again, this time to convey acknowledgement rather than permission to proceed. Neither man commented on the fact that the teachings of Allah forbade the emasculation of a fellow Muslim.

(Kandahar, Afghanistan, December 1994)

The terrified Abdul and Torjan found themselves helplessly bound at the foot of a tall wall. They could hear the sound of the tank tracks as the armed vehicle approached. Suddenly, the wall above them bulged outwards and bricks began to fall on them. The warlords were suffering the traditional Muslim punishment for sodomy and neither survived the experience.

Torjan had received his former ashna’s severed penis in a bloodied semen-stained envelope, which also contained the message ‘A memento of Abu, Love Abdul.’ An internecine bloodbath between the two warlords’ militias immediately broke out, fatally weakening both. The Taleban had stepped into the resultant power vacuum and quickly spread its tentacles over much of Afghanistan.

(Afghanistan, near the border with Pakistan, January 2002)

The captain of the American special forces unit had come to respect greatly his 21 years old local scout, seemingly equally fanatical in the search for their prey.

Abu had contemplated suicide after eventually being released, months later and after much more sexual abuse, from the Taleban compound but such action was against his faith. He had therefore, despite his tender age, taken up arms with the Mujahidin to fight the Taleban, hoping to die in combat. However, his constant battlefield bravery had not resulted in death but in heroic status. The events of September 11th 2001 had also concentrated his mind. He now wanted to live to slice off the cock, before cutting the throat, of the man with the grey beard, whose name he now knew, Osama bin Laden.

THE END

of

TALEBAN

by Pueros