THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on on June 21, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Derek
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 1 - CHAKI KIDNAPPED AND ENSLAVED BY THE WHITE DEVILS
Chaki was waiting in the bushes for his brother to signal him to come out. His brother was a great warrior and an excellent hunter; he was the pride of their village. Chaki admired him very much. Even though his brother was the eldest and he the youngest and their ages were ten years, apart between them there always had been a special bond and they often went hunting together. Chaki, now thirteen years of age, had had his initiation just one year ago and so entered the adult society. As his older brother was not yet married, they were now sleeping together in the hut of the bachelors.
At times, during the night, his brother swapped places with a friend, so each of them made love with the brother of the other, as it was tradition to do before the marriage. Chaki liked Kenta, a nineteen years old youth very much who had a long and slim member and when he penetrated Chaki he gave him such intense pleasure, that was more than anybody else was able to give him. Now Kenta was crouching not far from him. Chaki could see his beautiful member softly hanging between his muscled and slender legs and hoped that Kenta would come to him again that night. He could possibly ask to his brother to swap places with Kenta, in fact his brother liked very much taking Kenta's younger brother.
A little further away he could also see Aruri who had been the first one to make love to him. Aruri was strong, and he was the oldest in the bachelors' hut, as he already was twenty-six years old. He had also been the first to take his brother, and also several of the other boys in the hut. Rumour was that he always refused all the women because he preferred the boys. When Aruri took Chaki, did it with some roughness and Chaki cried. But afterwards the young man consoled him for a long time, very tenderly. Chaki also liked Aruri, but preferred Kenta.
Chaki was thinking of these things when suddenly a young warrior came running from the village, yelling. Their prey ran away and the hunters stood up angrily, turning towards the unwanted intruder.
But as they caught his words, their rage disappeared at once, "The white devils, the white devils!" the young man was yelling.
Everybody ran, brandishing their spears, and raced towards the village.
The white devils. The last time they came Chaki was six years old, but he remembered them well. They came suddenly, in a great number, riding their horses, with their wind-swept white clothes, armed with swords and thundering rods. They plundered the village and took away all the young men and women they could catch, those between twelve and twenty years old, killing all the valiant men who tried to stop them, letting only women and children live until their next raid. The white devils were pitiless.
When the hunters reached their village, the battle was in full spate. The group of young warriors hurled themselves against the white devils, but they, high on their horses and numerous, had a clear superiority on the village people. The women screamed, the old people cried, the children called. The white devils often struck with their shining sabres flat on the youths' heads, so stunning them, and slashed the older men, killing them. Chaki saw Kenta fall, saw his mother's brother die, then lost consciousness after being struck on his temple.
When he recovered conciousness, he was lying on the ground, chained to other youths of his village. The white devils were emptying all the huts huts, throwing out bodily the youths who tried to hide inside, and chained them.
"Dokko?" Chaki still dazed asked to his neighbour.
"They took him, he's alive." the other answered.
Chaki's eyes searched for his brother and saw him still lying on the ground, but there was no trace of blood on him. He tested the iron chains. They had chained his wrists together, and a collar with two chains tied him to the two youths at his sides. The girls were chained in the same way, not far away and were crying and sobbing loudly.
The white devils made them all stand up and dragged them away. Here and there through the village, were lying several dead men. Chaki was walking in a line with the others, his heart heavy, asking himself what the white devils would do to them. When, in the evening around the fire, the old people talked about the white devils, some said they would make them work like slaves until they died, others said that they would fatten them up, to eat them. Any way, nothing good.
Chaki turned to look one last time at his village as they were taken away between two lines of devils riding their horses. They were imposing men, with thick black beards and a skin so clear they looked ill. In contrast to Chaki's people who wore nothing more than ornaments, the devils wore white clothes from head to foot and their feet were wrapped in a kind of black tubing. It seemed as if they were ashamed to show their bodies Chaki thought, disgusted.
They walked for six days, and eventually they camped near a group of rocks. There came another caravan of devils with their prisoners, taken from another village, but their language was quite understandable. The white devils, however spoke an incomprehensible language, apart from the one who gave them the orders. They ate and lay down to get some rest, watched over all night long by devils, who changed at intervals.
The following morning they resumed their march. They walked nine more days, until they reached a town on the seashore. It was a weird town, seven or eight times as wide as their village, but all the houses were made of white stone, and at its centre there was a very narrow round building, incredibly high, on top of which a man was yelling something. That man must be very important, as all the white devils got off their horses and prostrated themselves on the ground, something together in an odd singsong way.
Then they were made board a boat, a very big boat, bigger than the biggest hut in Chaki's village. The boat had wide pieces of white fabric that curved in the wind. They sailed for eleven days, until they were pulled to the land that was even wider than the one where they boarded the boat. They were all brought into a huge room where there already were other black people from tribes they had never seen before who spoke languages which were unknown to them.
For the first time Chaki could approach his brother. "What will they do to us?" he asked him, worried.
"I don't know. We can only pray to our ancestors to protect us." his brother answered with a frown on his face.
"Do you think they will eat us?"
"Who knows? For the moment they don't give us enough food to fatten us. They will possibly make us work for them. Crossing the city from the port to here, didn't you notice black men like us, going here and there loaded with heavy weights?" he said thoughtfully.
A man came, and started to examine the prisoners one after the other. He then gave an order and they were divided into three groups. Chaki was separated from his brother and from Kenta. He noticed that in his group everybody was more or less of his age. The other two groups were divided according to their strength, the stronger in one group and the weaker in another.
Then the group made up of the younger prisoners was chained in a line and lead out of the wide room. All together they were a little more than two times five in number. They were taken into another building not far away and into another big room. There they were freed of the chains, and they again got something to eat. Then, at night, they lay on the straw that was spread on one side of the room, so they didn't feel the coldness of the stone floor, and they instinctively cuddled up one against the other. . The following morning one of the devils came who spoke their language, he barked some orders, telling them what they had to do or not to do, and, cracking a whip told them that anyone who disobeyed would be punished. He made them line up in a row and another devil came into the room, and started to carefully examine them one after another. He made them open their mouths checking their teeth, groped their body, their genitals, tested the hole between the boys' buttocks with a finger covered in oil, then said something to another devil who, with a kind of metal spike, traced on a small wood tablet mysterious signs, then put a white slip on the iron collar of each boy which also had mysterious signs on it.
Later came another devil. He had a bundle of cloth strips and gave one to each boy, and the devil who spoke their language explained to them how they had to tie it around their waist and between their legs. On the front of that cloth strip there was painted in black the same mysterious sign that was attached to their collar. Chaki asked himself what all that could mean. He was feeling funny with that cloth between his legs and around his waist.
They were lead into another room. There a man, black like them, explained to them that they were in a kind of school that they had to learn to understand the devils' language and other things to please them. Then they would be sold as slaves to other devils (lords, that man called them), for their pleasure. In other words, Chaki clearly understood, they would be sold to give sexual pleasure to the men who would buy them for this purpose. They had therefore to learn the language and the customs of their future masters.
A period of intense training started. At first they had to understand and comply with just simple orders like come here, go there, stop, stand up, sit down, lie down, turn around, undress, enter, go out. Each time they had to answer yes lord. But then they had also to learn more words, more orders and more answers. They had to learn also how to wash themselves, to put on scent, to wear and go out in some weird clothes, to eat in a certain way, to bow and to prostrate themselves. It seemed as though what they had to learn would never end. And for the slightest mistake, they got a volley of blows.
But what hit Chaki the most, were the lessons concerning sex. They had to learn how to touch, caress, lick, masturbate, suck and and how to offer themselves and how to let themselves be penetrated. The teachers were young, old, fat, thin, gentle and violent men who, after each lesson gave the boys marks that were recorded by another man in a book.
The school leader instructed them, "You have to learn how to please your masters, this is the one thing that will make a difference. If he is happy with you, if you are desirable at his eyes, you will get a better life. If not, he will ill treat you, will sell you to do filthy and heavy work."
Chaki listened carefully.
"Therefore, you now have to learn to please your masters. You are slaves devoted to pleasure, never forget that it is not for your pleasure, but that of your master. Your pleasure is of no importance at all! You have to show pleasure even when you don't like it, even if it hurts you."
In fact Chaki, didn't at all dislike what he had to do with those men. It was not so different from what he did with Kenta and the others in the bachelors' hut, even though Kenta was much gentler. At first he had difficulty in using his mouth, to drink that liquid that came out, but he soon got used to it and was now even able to recognise the taste of the various men who trained him.
They taught him how to arouse a man, to increase his pleasure and to prolong it. At times they also made them train amongst themselves, and when they put together Chaki and a boy from another tribe, whose name was N'goa, Chaki really liked it so that at times, during the night and hiding from the others, they made love. N'goa was a sweet and passionate boy, with a slender and strong body, and they took each other with sheer pleasure, conscientiously applying all that they learned from their masters. With N'goa he also liked use his mouth, as he had a very good taste. N'goa spoke another language, so that between them they could only communicate using the masters' language.
The day came when the cleverest of the boys, and amongst them was Chaki, were brought to the slave market to be sold. They were dressed in new clothes and Chaki got white puffed breeches and a small red waistcoat. They were brought in the market square, under a tent, where they waited for the buyers. These came and started to examine them. Almost always they lowered their breeches down to their hips and groped them between their legs, tried their arseholes with a finger wet with saliva, tested their bodies firmness, felt if the skin was smooth and so on. They then bargained unendingly with the sellers about their price.
N'goa was bought by a wiry man with a pointed black beard and with a severe expression. Chaki watched him being taken away by his new master, with some regret. He, Chaki, was bought by a man tending to obesity, with piercing eyes, and an insincere smile always present on his lips. Chaki didn't like that man at all, but he well knew that this was of no importance at all.
While the man was taking him away, Chaki asked himself what the man would ask him to do, how he would treat him, what kind of a master would he be, The man lifted him onto his saddle and spurred the horse to a gallop. Chaki could feel the man's arm round him to hold him on to the saddle, the breath of the man on his head, and soon felt also his erection pushing against his lower back. After riding a fair distance, the man stopped the horse under a tree and he and Chaki got off
"Before taking you to your new master, I want to check what you're able to do. Come here. What's your name?"
"Chaki, master."
"Good, Chaki," the man said opening his breeches and taking out a huge erect member, ''give me pleasure. Suck it, boy!"
Chaki looked at that enormous pole with dread, and, whilst he was kneeling in front of the man he hoped that afterwards the man wouldn't want to penetrate him. He had never seen anything as big as that, except between a horse's legs.
Taking it in both hands, he bent forward to lick it, but the man, keeping his head still between his big hands, pushed it fully down his throat. Chaki had to keep his mouth open wide to the maximum to be able to take it all. The man started to fuck his mouth with vigour and Chaki, remembering the lessons, caressed his heavy testicle sack and the inner part of his thighs. The man was moaning with pleasure, and went on to hammer his mouth with real gusto.
After some time Chaki felt that the man was about to reach his climax and sucked more vigorously, preparing to swallow it all without losing any of it, not even a drop, as he had been taught to do. He felt the man tremble strongly, stiffen, then felt his seed spurting rapidly time after time, abundant, warm, while the man let out a scream like that of a wounded animal. He carried on licking and sucking even after the orgasm was over until the man pushed him away quite roughly and put his half-hard member back into his breeches.
"Good, Chaki, they taught you properly. Let's go, now." the man said mounting the horse and taking the boy again in front of him.
Chaki still had a rather sour taste in his mouth and his jaws and the corners of his mouth were still aching slightly due to having had to keep his mouth open so wide for so long. The man however seemed satisfied with his service.
He now understood one thing - that the man was not his new master. Who would be then? They reached a town and the man entered it at trot. This town seemed even wider that that where he had been bought, the houses were more beautiful. But the man crossed that town entirely without stopping in front of any house. Just out of the inhabited part, he took a street sloping up between trees until, on the top of a small hill they were in front of an elegant building half hidden by the trees.
The man, driving his horse at a smart pace, entered an open gate watched by two armed guards who greeted him with great respect. He passed through two inner courtyards and stopped in a third one, dismounted, handed Chaki down and entrusted his horse to a slave. He led Chaki through a door, then a corridor, into a room. Here there was a woman.
"Azuleide, this boy is my gift for the master's birthday, care for him well and dress him in the best clothes you have. This evening after supper I will present him to our master. I don't want him to cut a bad figure."
"Yes, dear husband, rely on me." the woman said.
When the man left, the woman took Chaki into another room. The boy had never seen anything alike it. It was entirely covered with blue and green tiles, and the floor went down in steps but the first step, was covered with water that spouted from a jutting stone carved in the shape of a flower. The woman pushed him into a corner, made him take off all his clothes, took a copper bucket, a brush and a white paste. She wet Chaki's body and, putting some paste on the brush, started to vigorously scrub all Chaki's body so that soon it was all covered with a white, slightly scented foam. The woman washed him with great skill.
"Tell me, boy, did my husband taste you along the road?" she suddenly asked.
"Taste me?" the boy asked, without understanding.
"Yes, I bet he made you suck his thing."
"Ah, yes he made me suck it." Chaki said.
She at once hit him on the head with the brush handle, "First lesson - never ever tell anyone what you do with other men! Is that clear?"
"Yes, madam." Chaki said, baffled.
The woman rinsed him carefully, then took a wooden comb and scissors, and vigorously curried his hair, cutting it shorter. She rinsed him again and ordered him to go in the water.
"Soak for a while boy and don't move from there. I will be back soon." the woman said in an energetic tone and left the room.
Chaki stepped down into the water which was lukewarm, scented and agreeable: it reached to his navel. Sat down and relaxed. If his life was always going to be like this, it would be not bad at all. Soon the woman was back carrying a big basket.
She took out of it a wide immaculate cloth that she spread on a tall step that was near the door.
She then took out another wide piece of fabric and said, "Come here and dry yourself carefully using this cloth, then come and lie down here.
Chaki got out of the water, took the cloth that the woman was handing him and started to rub it all over his body.
The woman was looking at him carefully, "The master should like you if you are also skilled in bed. Possibly Abdul this time made a good choice. Have you done? Lie down here, now." she said.
Chaki climbed on the high step and lay on the white cloth. The woman took out of the basket a ceramic vase, opened its cover and put her hand into it. Then she started to spread an iridescent cream on the boy's body, skilfully massaging him. She massaged the boy for a long time all over his body, including his genitals, which soon hardened, making him turn away again and again as Chaki was feeling ashamed of his hard-on, but the woman didn't seem to care at all.
The boy started to experience a feeling of wellbeing all over his body, he felt good. If this is being a slave, he told himself, it is not so bad, absolutely not. The woman went on massaging him all over his body, until the cream she spread on it was totally absorbed by his skin.
"Get down!" the woman ordered.
Chaki obeyed and nimbly got down. The woman then took from the basket a pair of soft golden coloured voile breeches. The boy had never seen anything as beautiful and precious. She told him to put them on and settled the puffs at his ankles. Then she took a kind of white smock with puffed sleeves, which she fixed at his waist with a long blue silk belt. She then made him wear slippers of soft blue damascened leather. She looked at him. She then took from the basket a box and rummaged in it. She took out some ribbons with coloured glass beads and chose five red and white. She tied two at his ankles, two at his wrists and a longer one around his head. Not pleased with the result, she took all of them off. She chose some others that were blue and yellow and put them on the boy.
"Good, now it is all right. Now take the basket and follow me." She said.
Chaki obeyed. The woman took him into another room, made him leave the basket on the floor, took a musical instrument with strings and started to play it.
"Are you able to dance?"
"I don't know, madam."
"Just move, in rhythm with the music."
Chaki tried but was not able to catch the rhythm of that sad music. He was used to the rhythm of the drums at his village, and to their rhythm they all jumped and danced joyfully all together, but this music was different and elusive.
The woman stopped playing. "No, no. Well I certainly can't teach you before this evening. Let's see if at least you are good at serving at table. Come."
She took him into another room, set the table and ordered, "Pour me some water."
Chaki thought that it was easy, but the woman interrupted him, "No, not so! You are a real bungler! Look how you should pour a drink, and try to learn" she said, annoyed.
They spent a long time trying and trying again several things, until the woman seemed, at least a little, satisfied. "I have to teach you everything! Why couldn't he have bought you a few days earlier? What's your name, by the way?"
"Chaki, madam."
"If the master should ask you, you have to answer: the name of your most humble slave is Chaki, my lord and master. Repeat it!" Then she asked him, "How old are you?"
"Fourteen, my lord and master."
"No, no, no! You have to say thirteen. I am thirteen years old, is that clear? Repeat!"
"I am thirteen years old, my lord and masterÉ" Chaki said, dazed.
This went on all afternoon until Abdul came back and he was pleased with Chaki's progress.
"Take him in after supper is finished. That is when everybody will present their gifts. I think that the sheik will really appreciate my gift, this time. Put a hint of a scent on him also. We will present him as I told you. Mussa and Selim will help you as we agreed. Now I have to go, the party is about to start." He said rubbing his hands satisfied, and went out.
"Let's hope that you will not make us cut a bad figure!" the woman said to the boy. "You look nice, and our lord likes the black boys. What does he find in them, I wonder? He has all the most beautiful women of the region. Bah, there is no accounting for taste, it is not to be discussed, and certainly not the tastes of the sheik. Now let's see if you know how to bow. I am the master and when we give you to him, you will prostrate yourself - let me see how you do it. No, beast! You have to do it like so, look. Now try with more grace. You look like a sack of dirty linen like that! You have to do this way, do you understand? Again" the woman grumbled and went on to make him try to do the different kinds of bows.
At a certain point came two slaves, one was black, brawny, big and tall, all muscles, and the other seemed a half-breed of remarkable beauty and with piercing eyes.
"Is the slave boy ready?" they asked the woman.
"Let's hope. What do you think of him?"
"Mmmhhh! He should meet the master's taste. Turn around he has a nice little arse, yes. So, then, where is the fabric we have to use?"
"Here it is." the woman said handing them a blue silk brocade.
The two slaves unfolded it and wrapped it around the boy to completely hide him from sight.
"Walk at the same pace as us." They told him.
They tried several times.
"Good. When we take you out of this fabric, you will slowly count to five are you able?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then at the five you will prostrate yourself on the floor. Let's try."
They walked; the slaves took away the fabric, and Chaki started, "One, two"
"No, dumbbell! You should not count aloud, but in your head. Let's try again."
The second time it went well. Then the two men took Chaki and went away. They walked down a corridor, then went into rooms that left Chaki struck dumb with astonishment. If the rooms where he had been up to then seemed to him magnificent, these seemed to come out of a dream. They were wide, tall, decorated with gilded stucco shining in the light of the many lanterns that were hanging from ceilings, which were decorated with arabesques, and with furniture more and more beautiful. And as they passed from one room to the next, the luxury seemed to increase.
They stopped in front of a door. From the other side came music and merry voices. Chaki was overwhelmed by so much beauty and wealth surrounding him. That lord had to be a very powerful king, to live in such a palace, the boy thought.
Suddenly silence fell behind the door. Then voices spoke in turn. Chaki wasn't able to hear what they were saying, but after each voice, several other voices rose together to say other words. This went on for some while.
Then Chaki recognised the voice of the man who bought him, and at once the two slaves put the fabric all around the boy and whispered, "Be ready. We are going to enter."
Chaki stiffened. He had to be careful to do everything as he was taught. And in a short while he would see his new master, the one whose nights he had to gladden. In his heart he hoped he was not so hugely endowed as Abdul. He heard the door open and the two slaves started to walk. Chaki kept pace with them perfectly and when they stopped he too stopped in time.
Abdul said, "Here is, then, my lord, the gift that your humble servant dares to present you. Graciously accept it, notwithstanding its very low value."
At those words the fabric was taken away, Chaki mentally counted to five, and then prostrated himself.
He had just the time to see a man in his forties, sitting on a cushion behind a low table, wearing clothes shining with gold and precious stones, his face with a thin beard, a headdress adorned with white feathers fixed by a big precious stone. He heard the voices of the lord's guests uttering appreciative words and comments in a soft murmur.
"Oh, Abdul! You too know very well what I appreciate, as I can see. Stand up, boy." He said and Chaki obeyed. "Come nearer."
Chaki stepped forwards then did another deep bow.
"No, come here near me, I want to see you better."
Chaki went round the table and stopped close to his master. The man looked carefully at him, made him turn then asked him how old he was and what was his name. Chaki answered as he had been told and with the corner of his eye saw that Abdul had a satisfied expression.
"Well, what can I say, my faithful friends? This year you have excelled yourselves. To whom shall I give my dagger as a prize for the best gift? To you, my treasurer? Your gold and ruby pomegranate is a precious work, worthy of the one who keeps my treasure. To you, Qadi? The Koran's illuminated text is beautiful and twice precious, as it is the sacred book. To you, chief of my guard? I was expecting another sword from you, but you surprised me with that sumptuous oriental brocade, worthy of a king. To you, master of the house? You know how much I appreciate exotic things, and that writing desk of Florentine marquetry is delightful. Or else to you, my wise secretary and councillor? That ivory and ebony chess set is a fine work that will gladden my leisure times. Or last but not least to you, my trusted master of my slaves? This boy seems a fruit ready to be picked, but I have first to taste it to be able to compare it with the other gifts. Therefore, my friends, I have to postpone my decision until tomorrow. For the moment I thank you all. See you tomorrow, then."
Everybody seemed rather disconcerted, but at that clear order they all stood up and, bowing, drew back to the door and went out. Only the sheik and Chaki remained in the room. When the door was closed, the sheik clapped his hands and a servant entered.
"Take this boy to my room and prepare him. I'm taking my usual bath then I will come. And have this room tidied before the night ends, and be careful nobody makes the least noise." he said.
"As you order, my lord and master." The servant said bowing and, taking Chaki by an arm, he led him out from another door.
They crossed a small room and went into a little inner yard with at its centre a gushing fountain, they crossed it and entered another room and from here into a luxurious room lit by elegant lanterns, with a wide low bed in its centre, surrounded by a double layer of voil curtains.
"Undress completely, boy." the servant said, pulling aside the curtains on a side of the bed.
Chaki obeyed. The servant had him lie on his belly, spread his legs, with a finger took some scented ointment from a small vase and immersed that finger into the anus of the boy, starting to massage him deeply for some time. Chaki felt a really agreeable sensation.
"You are tight, very good. Remember that the sheik doesn't like to come quickly, and that he likes hot and available boys, who don't whimper. If he hurts you, don't show it. Any thing he does to you or asks you to do, show you like it very, very much, that you are happy with it. And do it well. When he allows you to sleep, you will lie here, at his feet, ready to obey his orders if he desires to start again during the night. He is seldom satisfied with just once or twice, especially if he likes you. Our master is virility made flesh. Remember to talk only when he asks you clear questions." the man instructed him going on to massage his tight channel. After a while the man said, "Good, now lie here at the bottom,of the bed on your back- so, and be careful not to let the master find you asleep. I'm going now."
Chaki was feeling well, the wide bed was incredibly comfortable, soft but not too soft. From behind the curtains came a soft and relaxing light. All was silent. After a short time he heard a door open. He didn't dare to turn and look. He held his breath, and anxiously waited.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2
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