A dream in Urdu Part one By Aihu Fist
I couldn't see his face, it being so transparent. However, I could see the aura which exuded a nice energy; a nice glow, growing stronger and stronger. Out of his lips came a soft long stream of hot water. It was a nice feel, I needed that. The liquid splashed all over my complexion. It seemed to last ages. The lips seemed to disappear and turn into nothing but a dark hole, the water turned hotter and yellow. I wanted to ask the face something, but even the eyes and nose had gone, it was just the hole and me. When the stream stopped, the hole moved away and another one, much smaller took its place, starting the process all over. I sensed something of a stir below my navel, a pull of some sort. At first it hurt, I felt pain, but flood of water on my face distracted me from the hurting. That flow of hot liquid stopped too, to be followed by yet one more. I opened my mouth, because I was thirtsty, My throat was parched. I stuck out my tongue to let the gushing golden nectar roll over my tongue. I heard laughter, giggles, they all sounded childlike. Now the pain below my navel turned into a nicer feel. I realized someone was holding my penis, but I couldn't look or move my head to verify. My head was locked between something. I closed my eyes, I had these dreams before and I liked them. They were my only consolation for the lack of real sex. Middle aged and hardly a boner nowadays. So, when I dreamed and felt one, I wanted to keep it stiff and enjoy the feeling. Lately I had dreamed of holding a huge cock in my fist and pull at it, soon after I wake up, still sleep drunken. When I realize I am about to wake up I quickly close my eyes, turn to my other side and persist in dreaming on; most of the time it works.
So, I closed my eyes to enjoy that rub of my sex starved cock, while my face continued to be sprayed. Instinctively I touched my chest in my sleep and realized I had no night shirt on, I was wet all over. I couldn't remember if I went to bed with a shirt or not. I felt fingers nimble like mice running over my cock and sack. I wished this dream would last forever; I didn't want to wake up for at least another hour. The human noises were all around me, more giggles, more pulls at my cock. The slow movements of hands on my cock were turning it stone hard, a feeling I cherished. While enjoying this I thought of my last twenty years of roaming the earth and of how many sex adventures I'd had. I was yearning for that pristine sensation of real wood which would look up at the sky and bounce against my belly. Was it time to get used to the idea getting into Viagra at my age? Yet, another pull at my foreskin drew me back to my dream. I opened my eyes and saw three boys of about 12 and 9 years old. They looked so real. I had seen and had sex with boys before in my dreams, but nothing ever looked as tangible as these three. They smiled; the youngest one lifted his kurta and dropped his pajamas. I was staring at a healthy circumcised little, but very erect cock. The other boys followed suit. Holding up their kurtas above their navel and winking at me from one eye. Ouch! Someone kicked my head. I touched it and felt dried blood on my hands. No one had kicked me; it was a sting of pain at the back of my skull. The sun shone from behind the boys and nearly blinded me. I started to wonder if it was a dream I was looking at. There was no longer an aura to be seen, the water had stopped flowing and I could very well discern three faces.
I could now lift my head and see that I was totally naked. How did I end up like this, I wasn't even in my own bed. Who was I? What was my name? Where was I? The surrounding was arid and only yellow scrubs and a few juniper trees were to be seen.
A dozen of pre-teens and teenagers sat cozily crouched around my body and looked intently at me. Some were serious, expressionless and motionless. Others passed their tongue over their lips. Another one winked at me several times. I wanted to get up to find my clothes, but the boys by my side pushed me down again and said something in a language that sounded like Urdu. The three boys lined up. They were stark naked, their bodies a mocha brown glistening with morning dew. Yes, I think it was like seven in the morning. I knew now this was not a dream. I had dreamed nothing. My cock was still being played with, the occasional yanks proved it with some yelps of mine. The way they pulled at my foreskin was definitely not a sign of dexterity or expertise. They had never played with a foreskin in their lives.
The nine year old straddled over my chest and moved closer to my mouth. All the boys scurried closer to see what he was going to do. Even I didn't know. Then four pairs of hands pried my mouth open: I dot the message and kept it open. The boy now hung his sack over the orifice slowly lowering it in-between my teeth. I had a small mouth and they saw that, so they forced my lower jaw down so I could take the whole package including his stiffie.
This was heaven! Just imagine the bliss I was in. I licked; I suckled, drooled, and wrapped my tongue round the tiniest eggs and gland. The boy shrieked and squealed like a foal. But the others couldn't wait to have their turn on me.
Part 2
I touched my head again and felt something crusty; I rubbed it a little and looked at it. It was caked blood. One boy ran away and came back with a sling and a stone. He pointed to himself and then to my head. Did I get it right was he saying that he had hit me? As a consequence, I was tied down from the waist to my feet. They all roared with laughter. I didn't have much time to talk or to try to understand what was so funny. Down went my head and one more boy positioned himself and his rod to penetrate my mouth. My jaws were getting sore and my skin pink. The sun was about to roast me alive. Without much of an explanation the eldest kids left in a hurry, raising their pajamas high above the pelvis. The smallest of all who hadn't performed on me yet: were they going to?-remained seated and threw some rocks at me, trying to hit my cock and balls. It was as if they didn't consider me a human being. But where was I and who was I, kept drumming through my aching skull. The big boys were back with poles and plastic. In a short notice they had the poles up and the plastic as a roof over me. They were going to keep me here and shield me from the sun. Why did they not untie me and lead me to a shelter or to their home.
I smacked my tongue to indicate that I needed something to drink. The tallest boy lowered his pajamas heaved a long penis over them and pissed a whole load into a beaker.
He offered it to me but I shook my head. No need to tell him no, two other big boys got hold of my mouth and he just poured it in. I nearly gagged but they shut my mouth instantly. Gosh, I swallowed it and it didn't taste that bad, not even salty.
I lay there all afternoon and the sun was about to set when three adults showed up. They wore big turbans, a waistcoat over a long sleeve shirt and baggy trousers. A few words were exchanged with the older boys, who immediately shot in action. The eldest pointed to my feet and waist and as a result I got freed. Then he barked again and the boys left the scene. That is, they tried to leave. The pre-teens were not allowed to go. What was going on? The elder poked at me with his a weird stick, which looked more like a scepter. The stick however felt like rubber at the end. It was quite fat and round. He barked at me in the same way he had done at the boys. I understood I had to get up. I felt dizzy, my head spun. The stick was up again touching my pectorals, down over my belly to my navel and my cock. It rested there long enough to cause a bit of swelling. He looked me in the eyes for ages. He turned around and ordered something for me to do. I didn't get it. He snapped, his eyes firing anger at me. His two friends who looked like his sons grabbed my arms and turned me with my back to him. I felt the stick running a line from my neck to my lower back, where it rested a few seconds. The stick continued its way just above my crack, where it started to rub. Another snap from the old man and the two made me bend over and with a kick at both my feet they spread my legs. The stick was now about to descend the crack gully. It was a weird thing for me to stand like that, but I had no bad feelings about it. I felt as innocent as a child, no evil thinking or paranoid thoughts, whatsoever arose in me. My thinking was in images of some sort, when I wanted to say something; I seemed to be using some babble language. Nothing in me was coherent. I had to use body language to communicate with them, and every time I did they laughed at me.
The old man clapped in his hands and one of his friends, who was really very handsome opened up a shoulder bag form which he got a collar of some sort. It was quite small, more like a wristlet. The stick touched my chin and pushed it up forcing me to look at the ceiling. I felt the handsome guy fumbling with my private parts and clip something to them. When the stick left my chin I looked down and noticed the `wristlet' had been tied around my balls and cock. A strong long chain led from it to one of the poles. In short I was tethered like a horse by my cock and balls. It was not a leather leash but a copper one that sat so tight it made my balls tingle.
The little boy, who I assume was not older than nine, made fun of me, throwing more rocks at my cock and butt. Occasionally they tugged at the chain, so my cock danced like crazy. That was the best show they ever had.
The old man told the kids off and shooed them away. When they were gone, the old man, obviously tired of the day sat himself down on the ground. You may find this strange, but I had no desire to run. I just stood there like a horse in the stable, ready to be saddled and ridden. I looked meekly at them while touching the copper noose around my balls. It was shiny and pretty. I liked it. I beamed at them and they smiled back at me. Then the two younger men, they were much older than me, although I don't even knew how old I was anymore, got closer to me. They seemed to ask permission first. The old man nodded and they proceeded. Maybe a bit of humour would make them my friends I thought. So, I started snorting and whining like a horse, and yes they liked it. I scraped my left foot in the ground like horses do and shook my head.
One of the men, thin, sinewy, big eyes and a hairless chin, connected to my game and whispered unintelligible words in my ear; like a horse whisperer does. I felt aroused by it. The other man was black as hell, with a dark curly mustache, his body thin and agile like a snake. He began to stroke my backside, very softly at first and then slapped it hard repeatedly. I had not expected this and it stung real hard. I whinnied harder and wanted to race around them. The one who had whispered in my ear now stroked my belly. It sounded as if he said: "easy, boy, now easy", but I am not sure. A finger ran over my spine counting the vertebras. They looked at each other and grinned. I saw it from the corner of my eyes as they were standing by me at each flank. The dark handsome one placed his hand over my face and held it real tight and shushed. The middle finger touching my nose bridge the other fingers my cheeks. With his right hand he grabbed my left arse cheek and squeezed it gently. Maybe they were brothers, they understood each other without talking and simultaneously without interfering with one another they worked on me, as if to pacify me. Now one hand weighed my ball sack gently, cupping it, rocking it, feeling me up. I became nervous again and trampled the earth with my bare feet. I got to stand on my toes and neighed harder. That strong hand came down hard again on my backside. Once, twice! It hurt this time and I could not say anything but looking shocked at him. He only showed me his ivory white teeth and stuck his tongue between them. The one who was weighing my balls was much nicer to me, he let go of the sack and move up to the shaft which began to grow in volume. I had a long foreskin, which he pulled way ahead of my gland, still well hid.
The old man yelled and they stopped immediately. They seemed afraid of him. I was left to stand there for minutes. Then one of them left, the disciplinarian one, only to come back with a young boy of about twelve years old. In front of me he was without any hesitation stripped of his pajamas and kurta and stood before me in a tiny loincloth, which looked quite full in my opinion.
The boy was embarrassed obviously and closed his eyes. The older one slapped him on the back of his head as a warning that he should heed their commands. The tough guy ripped even that small patch from his loins and so the young lad stood now stark naked by my side.
The old man got up and pick up a few twigs. He seemed to have no patience with this boy and whipped him on the boy's calves. The boy jumped and almost curled up next to me. Then the sweet guy picked him up and told him something. The boy nodded and moved behind me, so I could not see what the plan was. I snorted again and neighed heavily. The boy placed both of his hands on my hamstrings and began softly to massage them. That had a heating effect on me. I shook my head backward and whinnied suppressing the volume. The sheer touch of his nimble fingers on my nerves in the gluttons drove me insane. Did I hear him giggle? Yes, he actually did.
The old man barked again something and he seemed to be very agitated for some reason. It was a bit of surprise when the boy came to stand in front of me; his face opposing my nipples. And what a face, his eyes shun with life that only boys can show. Fiery eyes, black as coal and equal coloured eyelashes that seemed so thin and long he looked like a real girl. The black line at the bottom of his eyes was nature's permanent eyeliner.
Another yell and things changed dramatically for both of us. The boy sank lower with his head and took me in full surprise when he swallowed the full length of my cock. His head bobbing like a buoy on the sea. I snorted a couple of times, indulging in the treatment. The boy looked up at me and now seemed truly in heaven as well. So why, did he hesitate so long? The bobbing went faster and I poked harder into his wet mouth. Suddenly, I endured another hard spanking of my already sore buns.
My cock unplugged from the boys oral cavity, but my rod was now untamable. The boy was yelled at again. Now both men grabbed him for a change. The sweet guy laced the boy's arms around his neck and held him by his butt tight to his belly. Gently massaging the boy's arse and slowly parting the cheeks. I was now looking at what resembled a pink brown flower. The disciplinarian took me from my tether and led me to the old man who was waiting for me with a tin on his lap. I remember I could not even read what it said. I had gone illiterate. He unscrewed the lid and poured some of the content onto my deflating cock. But they weren't going to let it deflate totally. I thought it was a nice treatment they had in mind for me.
Then the strong guy led me back under the tarpaulin. He squeezed my hams firmly and got hold of my invigorated rod. The boy was still held steadfast, his butthole still shining pink. One more whisper in my other ear sufficed to make the blood flow to my cock again. Gently I was coaxed into nearing my new little friend, while my leash was guided through the legs of the sweet guy. I was nervous and started to grind my hoofs, whipping my manes dancing form side to side, holding my hips with my hands. But the mean guy hauled me in, thus I got closer and closer until my foreskin touched the little rosedbud. The sweet guy nodded at me, confirming me that it was OK. He leaned with the boy in his arms against one of the poles. A last tug at the leash and I touched down. It made one hell of a sobbing sound when my foreskin collided with the boy's portal.
But I got nowhere. The old man yelled again and he ran over to my side. His raw hand got hold of my cock and with all his might he pulled the foreskin way back which revealed a massive nob sparkling in oil.
A new tug at the leash brought me back to the boy, who was not frightened at all. I aimed well and suddenly it dawned on me that I had hands and that I could lead my cock into the boy's arse. So, I did; first a little pushing, and a little deeper and harder push followed. The orifice seemed to expand easily and embrace my gentle knob. The boy sighed deeply and he began to moan as I moved in harder. I was much too hot and horny now to even let anyone come in between. I was a stud, and I was going to breed with pussies. I don't recall having mated with real pussies, but this pussy was a boy's. I hoped he would become pregnant, and I would take care of the foal. In a strange tongue I told the lad about my love for him and his tight pussy. I would make him very happy. He seemed to understand me because he grunted and groaned louder and louder.
The old man clapped his hands, he was happy with his stud, I guess. I felt the boy's arse muscles tighten every time I move back in, scouring the deep entrails. The sweet guy helped us by skewering the boy real well on my rigid rod. When I came to an explosion, I shot an uncountable load of sperm in there and began whining uncontrollably .The boy had goose bumps all over his skin. He trembled and shivered with every squirt of mine. I wanted to hug him, but a tug at my leash made me bounce and my cock lost control and flopped out of the boy, squirting the rest of it on the his bum.
"Amriki", the bad guy shouted at me. He had never shouted or called me like that. Was that my name or a command? They carried the boy off and I was tethered to the pole again. It was getting colder and they must have seen it, for the sweet man, after all had gone home, had come back with a blanket for me.
Those were the first day of my horseman life. There were many rules, which I didn't understand. When the men were gone, some of the finest young boys came to see me, and not only see me. I became their mare. They did not want me to ride them, which was OK with me, mentally, but it was harder for my cock not show my interest in riding them. The one who tried to ride me first, was a fifteen year old lad. He made it crystal clear that liked to taste my backside. I knew I was stud, but I was too damn curious about letting slip a chance away like that, so I let them force me to sit on all fours and he shoved his hard buck's shaft up my crack.
That was my unforgivable mistake. I should never have allowed anyone to ride me, for I am the one who rides. But it was too late. The news was out the next day. I got the gist of the why of a punishment. It seemed to be an unwritten law that man can ride a boy but not otherwise. I had let that happen and I hadn't been informed of the consequences.
The old man had me tied up at my hands and was whipping the hell out of me. I never saw that boy again. No more sweet talk form the sweet man, no more nice strokes on my butt by the disciplinarian. But the old man enjoyed whipping my arse with his twigs. My butt cheeks were scarred with crisscross marks. But it made no difference to the old bastard. I couldn't do much as the two `brothers' were watching. One held the leash steadfast and tugged at it with every lash I got. The baddie kept salt in a bucket which he used as a threat to keep my obedient.
I only realized what the norm was when at night both men took turns on me. Still naked I was, but for a blanket, but even that was going to be taken away from me. All the boys were called for to witness this humiliation. But they were told to strip and masturbate while watching me getting punished once more.
When the D as I am going to call him, pushed my body down with my belly plastered against the rocks, and spat in his hands I guessed what I was in for. I found the grinding and scrubbing of this hairless body to be so masculine, that it turned me on. He noticed it and yelled at me, sticking his finger straight up into my arse. Next, I had something fleshier and warmer up there. I realized he used me now like I had used the boy. I was a pussy to him. Respect gone, I was going to be used like a real pussy, because I had allowed younger boys to ride me. Stupid of me, but I did try to resist the Baddie, because his dick was not as nice as boy's.
The boys were wanking as mad, some of them had seated themselves; with legs spread fingering their anus with one or two fingers. I presumed all those who did that had lost their virginity to these men who were now abusing me. I wasn't going to ride the boys no more. I was going to be the men's and boy's whore forever, unless I tried to escape. But where to? Where was I? I still had no idea and could not even speak a proper language. My thoughts were abruptly put on hold as the baddie made his last pushes and slaps against my backside, grunting like a boar, he gave it all to me. He pulled out his fat dick and immediately the boys and men pelted pebbles at me. They cheered the baddie and jeered at me when the Sweetman took over form Baddie: The old fart slapped his thighs in delight of what was to come.
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