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.

Callum’s point 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 childishly 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 child, 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.

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 unconscious 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…

End of part five

Authors note

First of all my apologies for the delay in between chapters, but I hit a lump in the road in my university career and had to spend a considerable amount of time getting things back on track… I wonder if I should have submitted this story to school? Maybe I would have done better last semester? Anyhow write to me and let me know if you are enjoying the story thus far…

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