The History of Chaki the Moor

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 2 - CHAKI IS GIVEN TO THE CONSUL OF FRANCE

The curtains were pulled open and he saw the sheik climbing onto the bed. Seeing him up above him, wrapped in a soft long white silk tunic, he seemed even more imposing, taller than he appeared to be when he was sitting in the dining hall. The man, looking at him with a pleased expression, let his tunic slip away from his body and towered, completely naked, on the boy. He had a strong lean body and between his legs a long member was majestically rising. Luckily it was not too big the boy thought beginning to be aroused, and it reminded him of Kenta. The man knelt near him and with a lusty smile caressed his body.

"Get up on your knees, boy. What did you say your name was?"

"Your most humble slave's name is Chaki, my noble lord and master." the boy answered' looking fascinated at the member that was now powerfully standing up, totally erect.

"You like it?" the sheik asked with some pride.

"Yes, my noble lord and master." the boy muttered, asking himself if he was answering in the right way.

"Then caress, kiss and adore it. It is your real lord and master." the man said.

Chaki squatted down on his heels, stretched out his hands and felt it warm, throbbing. He bent over and started to kiss and lick it. He felt the man quiver. That member had a good scent and the boy passed his lips over it, his tongue all over its length, lingering on the shining and tense gland, gently fingering the man's firm testicles.

The man caressed the boy's soft frizzy hair, "Good, very good, go on. ChakiÉ I like your name."

The boy went on until he felt that the man wanted something more, so he took it between his lips and quickly moving his tongue, let all of it slip inside his mouth, down into his throat, meanwhile caressing the belly, the groin, the thighs and the testicles of his master.

"Oh, yes, so, so goodÉ Chaki, soÉ goodÉ suck it, suck itÉ" the man panted, his voice cracking with emotion.

Chaki was happy, his master seemed pleased.

"Ah, you black boys are born for sex! Now lick all over my body!" the man ordered lying down, his legs spread.

Chaki bent down over the powerful man's body and started to kiss, lick, suck and caress it all over mentally taking note of where his master seemed to enjoy his attentions most. The firm nipples, the inside of the elbow, the groin, the inner side of his thighs, under his testicles, the soles of his feet. Chaki devoted himself to these spots and soon his master was in the throes of an intense, increasing pleasure.

The man sat up, took the boy and started to nibble his body here and there, caressing him in a somewhat rude but agreeable way, while Chaki carried on giving him pleasure. Then the man lifted the boy up bodily, placed him on his lap facing him, sat him on his shuddering member and pushing him down, began to penetrate him. Chaki had never been taken in that way. It was agreeable and he could feel it pushing against his anus, gradually dilating it, firm and hot, and beginning to slip inside him.

The man was observing the reactions on the boy's face, "You like it, Chaki, don't you?"

"Oh yes, my lord and master."

"Yes, you like it. Do you feel how hard it is?"

"Yes, my lordÉ" Chaki said, seized by a strong pleasure.

The man made him circle his waist with his legs, his neck with his arms and, keeping him tightly against him at his waist, he slowly stood up balancing on his powerful legs so that the weight of the boy's body sat completely on the powerful peg embedded inside him. The sheik started to walk on his wide bed and with each step the boy's body moved up and down, impaled on the quivering pole.

"Chaki, your little arse is delightful - like the sheath of a sword, smooth and tight, made to measure. But now enough of the gamesÉ NowÉ" the sheik said and stopped in the centre of the bed.

He knelt down and, always keeping the boy tightly against him, bent forward until the boy's back lay on the mattress then, placing his knees wide apart, started to hammer vigorously inside him. Now Chaki was feeling a faint pain, but he managed to hide it.

"You like it, boy?"

"Oh yes, master!" Chaki moaned.

"Tell me how much do you like it!"

"It is wonderful, you are as strong as a lion." the boy panted.

He looked at the man's body bent over him, he caressed the erect nipples, and the powerful sides of the man murmuring, "Yes! Yes!" at each stroke.

This seemed to increase the pleasure and the energy of the man, who now was mounting him in a kind of wild gallop.

Then the man stopped and slowly withdrew from the boy, "I want to enjoy you for a long time, Chaki. Near the bed you will find a small basin with scented water and some cloths. Clean it and start sucking it again." he said lying down again, his legs well spread.

Chaki managed to clean the glorious staff giving pleasure to the man, who appreciated also the care that he took. He then started licking and sucking it again being careful not to bring the man too close to orgasm, remembering the warning from the servant who prepared him.

They went on so, alternating moments of fiery passion with moments of quiet interludes until the sheik decided to bring to an end that sweet torment. He mounted Chaki without any more fuss and finally, with a long sigh of pleasure, he shuddering ejaculated in the warm and welcoming deepness of the boy. Afterwards Chaki cleaned him for the last time with delicate care.

Then the sheik lay down and said, "Well, boy, you can sleep for the moment. Have some rest. I like you. This time Abdul really did make a good choice. Sleep quietly at least for a while."

Chaki lay at the feet of his master, feeling a little sore but happy that if the sheik was satisfied with him, he would treat him well. His life was seemingly going to be agreeable. That bed alone was compensating him for his lost freedom.

During the night, the man woke him twice to resume making love with him, each time with renewed vigour and strong desire. Chaki responded with genuine enthusiasm; in spite of feeling somewhat tired, and the second time his pleasure was so intense that he also reached orgasm even without touching himself.

This seemed to please the man, who commented, "So, you really enjoy being taken by me."

The following morning his lord caressed him for a long time, keeping the boy close to him, but didn't take him again, even though Chaki was ready to please his master. The servants came and Chaki dressed himself while they were dressing the sheik.

"Ali, take the boy to the wisteria room, it will be his room. Furnish it well and let the boy choose some fine clothes from the servants' wardrobe." he ordered one of the servants.

Chaki asked himself to whom the sheik would give the prize and hoped he would give it to Abdul not so much because he liked that man, quite the contrary, but because this would mean that the sheik really appreciated the night spent with him.

The wisteria room was small, compared to the others in the palace, but it was wide like the hut of Chaki's family at the village. The room had that name because the two windows on the sidewall were crowned on the outside by a scented wisteria in flower. The room was still empty, the walls of a bright cream colour with thin gilded pilasters that united on the domed ceiling. The servant took him to the palace storehouse and with the help of two other slaves they took back to the room a mattress, some cushions, an hexagonal low table, a chest for the clothes, lamps and other furnishings so that now the room had an agreeable aspect. Then the servant took Chaki to choose some clothes.

Chaki suddenly felt rich. The slaves of that powerful, strong and rather handsome man who would take his pleasure with him, had a better life than the majority of the free men. He was still too dazed by all these events to feel the loss of his freedom. At times he recalled his brother and Kenta and felt nostalgia for them, and asked himself where they might be, what their capture and slavery had brought them.

The chief of the slaves, a twenty-seven year old black man called Benuf, developed a liking for Chaki.

Once he told him, "You see, Chaki, when I was your age and our lord was twenty-four years old, I was in your place. He kept me with him for three years and he was very fond of me. But when I was sixteen, I became too old for his tastes so he took another slave, a Venetian boy. But he had been pleased with me, therefore he kept me as his slave and gradually entrusted me with more and more important tasks and now I am the chief of all his slaves. You too can have a good life, if you devote yourself to him with all your soul and body for the next few years. The Venetian boy lasted just for one year, then our lord became fed up with him and gave him as a gift to the captain of his guards, a violent man."

"What do I have to do to please our master?" Chaki asked.

"You are pleasing him, it seems. Show that you are always pleased being in his service, and grateful to be in his bed when he summons you. Always be ready to do his bidding. Always look after your body, be careful not to get fat, stay supple, always be impeccably clothed, and perfectly clean. And if you have any problems, come and talk to me."

Benuf was lavish with advice and soon Chaki looked on him like an elder brother and became fond of the young man. Benuf, in their free time, instructed him and taught him to read and write. Chaki was a fast learner and after only a year of living in the palace could speak fluent and elegant Arabic. The sheik liked his company very much not only during the night but also at other times. Chaki crouched at his feet and the man caressed him, stroking him while he was reading or discussing things with his dignitaries.

Chaki learned to understand and to anticipate the smallest desires of his master and also he readily and fully satisfied him in bed. The sheik started to give him small presents. Benuf told him that it was a very good sign as the sheik very seldom gave gifts to a servant and even less to a slave. Chaki took the place of the slave who washed the sheik every evening before he went to bed. The sheik didn't want him in his bed every night, as he also often went to spend his nights in the women's quarters, with his wives and concubines. Anyway, thanks to the inexhaustible erotically sexual drive the man had, he often also slept with Chaki.

But Chaki was growing, maturing, and from what Benuf had said, he could readily understand that soon the sheik wouldn't find him attractive any more and he would look for another slave for his nights of love. What would his master do with him, once he got fed up with him?

Meanwhile he enjoyed the passionate nights when the sheik wanted him in his bed. The man was coupling with him in a variety of ways, fully enjoying the boy for long hours. Chaki learned to let the sheik know with just a glance that he wanted him and to arouse his desire, and the sheik loved the feeling of being desired, feeling that his virility was really appreciated. When the man saw Chaki in an aroused state, he was unable to resist him and the boy was able to show his state coyly, pretending to be ashamed and trying to hide it. It was like a game filled with eroticism.

But finally Chaki was seventeen, even though, from the beginning, he had lowered his age by a year and officially he was still sixteen, his body was inevitably maturing. So the day came when the sheik received as a gift a twelve years old slave, a Spanish boy who had been raised by the Cadiz Bey for that purpose.

Benuf told Chaki that the sheik has assigned him to do table service. He wasn't the master's plaything any more. This led to some changes. He had to leave the wisteria room and sleep in the common slaves room, together with the other five slaves. He didn't wear clothes that he chose any more, but had to wear slaves' livery. No longer was he able to enjoy free time any more, but he now had to work normal service shifts and, when he was not in service at the sheik's table, he had to set the table, to tidy it after the meals, to polish the silver and gold plates.

From time to time one of the slaves who slept in the same room as him slipped into his bed to have sex. Chaki particularly liked this twenty years old youth, a handsome Greek called Nikolaos, who served at table like him. During the day Nikolaos seemed a cold, aloof type, but in bed he was really hot and passionate, and he very much liked to suck Chaki while the boy sucked him. He also rather liked young Ghali, a Lebanese sixteen years old slave, who made Chaki take him. It was the first time that Chaki had penetrated anybody, and he liked it.

Then, one day, the sheik threw a big party in honour of the French consul, a forty-two year old aristocrat. Chaki, serving at the table, noticed that the stranger couldn't keep his eyes off him. Instinctively, the boy started to look at the man in a seductive way. All through supper it was a discreet but sensual game of glances. Then towards the end of the sumptuous meal, the stranger whispered something to the sheik, who looked at Chaki and smiled, nodding.

After the sumptuous meal Benuf called Chaki. "The master has ordered that tonight you must go to the guest's room and that you shall please him. The noble guest likes boys of your age. Don't make our master and his hospitality cut a bad figure."

Chaki nodded. "What does the stranger like to do?"

"Who knows? Try to understand him and to please him, Chaki. He is above all just a male who wants to get his pleasure, I don't think he can be so different from other men in bed."

Chaki, after he had his bath and carefully prepared himself, was shown into the room of the noble Frenchman, who was sitting at the table and writing something.

Benuf bowed, "Noble lord, my lord sends you this boy to gladden your night. You may use him as you please, he is at your command."

"Come here, boy." the man said in fluent Arabic after Benuf had gone.

Chaki went over to him.

The man groped his body and smiled appreciatively. "Sit on my lap." he ordered.

Chaki obeyed. The man's touch became more intimate and Chaki was aroused. The man smiled, satisfied, and Chaki felt, through their clothes, his strong erection.

"Undress, and get on my bed." the man said, standing up.

Chaki readily complied. He saw the man undress. He had an incredibly pale body, neither beautiful nor ugly, and his member was erect and uncircumcised. It was the first time he had seen an uncircumcised member. The man blew out all the lamps except one and approached the bed. Chaki saw the lust in the man's eyes.

"Turn." the man ordered him, getting onto the bed.

He made the boy get on all fours, knelt behind him, seized his hips and penetrated him without any preliminaries.

The man rode the boy vigorously for a long time, groping his chest, belly and hard genitals. Chaki thought that the man wasn't really able to make love, but simulated an intense pleasure.

"Yes, you have a good arse, boy, really a good arse!" the man panted going on to vigorously hammer inside him.

Chaki bucked slightly under him, making his hole throb in order to increase the man's pleasure and the Frenchman seemed to appreciate this skilled work and he slapped inside him more strongly. By contrast with the sheik, he seemed to be almost in a hurry to get his orgasm, and in fact quite soon he emptied himself inside the boy with strong and erratic strokes.

Chaki was asking himself what he needed to do at that point as the man slowly slipped out of him. Chaki looked for the little basin to clean the man's member, but he didn't see it. The man cleaned himself, then embraced Chaki and lay down.

"I like you, boy. What's your name?"

"The name of your very humble servant is Chaki, powerful lord." the boy answered.

"Chaki all right, let's sleep, now." the man said holding him tight against himself.

Chaki felt the man fall asleep. His hold gradually lessened but the boy didn't dare move in case it awakened him. Slightly disappointed, as he too was falling asleep, Chaki thought that the man wasn't able to really appreciate sexual joy.

He woke up on the following morning feeling the man's erection pressing against him.

When the Frenchman saw that Chaki had opened his eyes, he asked with a smile filled with desire, "Are you ready to be penetrated again, boy?"

"I certainly am, lord."

"Very well, it's good to start a new day in this way. Turn over and take up your position then." he said and everything happened exactly like in the previous night.

Then Chaki helped the man to dress in his odd clothes of fine silk, and he dressed in turn.

"You can leave, now." the man said.

"Thank you, lord. I hope you have been pleased with your humble servant."

"Pleased? Yes, I certainly have been. I hope that my friend Omar will send you here again, tonight." the noble Frenchman said giving a him slap on his arse, "I like your firm, little arse."

Chaki was sent to the French consul's bed again that night and the following one. Each time everything happened again exactly like the other times. The stranger had no imagination at all. But it was not up to Chaki to judge him, since the man seemed pleased with him. The consul was really pleased, so that the sheik, when his guest was preparing to go back to France, decided to give him Chaki as a present, a gift that the stranger readily and gratefully accepted.

So Chaki had to prepare himself to leave.

The sheik gave him some of the most beautiful clothes, and before departure he said to Chaki, "The count De Bayeux is my close friend. Be sure to never displease him and never make me regret having given you to him!"

"You can count on me, my lord and master!"

"I hope so. You are a smart boy. May Allah protect you."

Chaki embarked on a big ship that crossed the Mediterranean Sea and took him to France. On board the ship he spent all his nights in the consul's cabin and in his bed.

The man instructed him, "In my country it is not like in the country we just left. It is not accepted that a man should lie with a boy. Therefore you will officially be just my valet, nothing more. What we do in my bed at night must not be suspected by anybody for any reason, is that clear?"

"Certainly, my lord." Chaki answered, astounded about the customs of the new country.

"You will also have to learn French quickly. I will put my servant Jacques in charge of this; he will be at the port waiting for me with the coaches. He is the only one who knows I like fucking boys, in fact, he usually gets them for me, he is a faithful servant." the count said.

They landed at Marseilles; the count's luggage was loaded onto coaches and the group left and travelled north. Chaki was alone in one of the coaches with Jacques, a thirty-five year old man with sharp eyes and a severe expression like that of his master, but who didn't know a single word of Arabic. The man started to teach him the first words in French, pointing to an object and saying its name, which Chaki repeated. In the evening they stopped at an inn. Chaki went to his new master's room, helped him to undress then got onto the bed with him and the count took him again in his usual rushed manner and then fell asleep holding the boy in his arms.

They resumed travelling north, the day was rainy and in the coach Jacques patiently went on with his lessons. Chaki was torn between his desire to look at the new country and paying attention to what the servant was teaching him. Suddenly Jacques closed the curtains over the coach windows and Chaki thought that he did so to avoid him being distracted.

The man seized Chaki by his arms and forced him to kneel on the floor. "Kneel down!" he ordered, then pushed him up on the seat, "Sit down!" he said.

The man repeated these several times until the boy understood the orders.

"Kneel down!" Jacques said and Chaki complied without the man touching him.

Jacques smiled, satisfied, but this time he opened his breeches and pulled out his erect member and pointing at it said, "Cock."

The boy thought that the word meant "suck it" and bent forwards to do it, but Jacques pushed him away. Then he put his hand in Chaki's breeches, felt for his member, pulled it out and repeated, "Cock."

He pointed again at his own and repeated the word, then pointed at the boy's member and repeated again the same word. Chaki understood and repeated the word and the gestures.

"Suck it." Jacques said, pulling the boy's head between his legs.

This time Chaki understood correctly and started to skilfully suck the servant's jutting pole. He could feel the man's pleasure increasing.

But after a short time Jacques said, "Stop." and Chaki, who already knew this word, stopped.

"Stand up." the servant said, and Chaki complied.

"Turn." the man said.

The man then lowered his breeches onto his hips, seized the boy by the waist pushing him up against the seat, and penetrated him. Now it was no longer a French lesson. The boy wondered whether the master would know that Jacques was taking advantage of him. All the while the man was slowly and strongly slipping in and out of him, fucking him, whilst moaning quietly with pleasure. The coach was bumping along on the road, so increasing the force of the penetration. Chaki thought that the servant was more skilled than the master. But none was as skilled as was his sheik.

They finally reached Paris and the coaches stopped in the inner courtyard of a big mansion. Servants unloaded the coaches and Jacques took Chaki inside the mansion. The rooms were big and luxurious like those of the sheik, but decorated with big paintings and statues, and furnished with massive, heavier and showier furniture.

Jacques lead the boy into a large room with a canopied bed and from there into a small and simple room with a small bed, adjoining the bedroom they just passed through. He opened another door, which proved to be to a closet, where the servant hung Chaki's clothes. The boy guessed that he would sleep there, and that the bigger room was the master's bedroom. This little room also had another door leading to a corridor, less elegant than the others. From there the man lead Chaki to another room that had to be his bedroom.

In fact the servant said, "Here Jacques." then lead him back to the little room and said, "Here Chaki." Then in the wide bedroom, "Here the Count. Come." he then said.

He led the boy to a room in which were the count, with a woman and three boys. The count, pointing to Chaki, said something to the others, who looked at him with open curiosity. The three boys were the count's children: a twenty-two year old youth by name of Louis Michel, another boy nineteen years old called RhŽmy Jean, and a girl of sixteen, Sophie Martine. The woman, the countess Marianne, was in her forties.

Chaki still couldn't understand what they were saying. The girl turned around looking at him attentively, then said something that made her brothers laugh. Chaki was a little intimidated. He thought that the women, in this country, enjoyed a lot of freedom. At the sheik's palace they were never seen out of the women's quarters. There, even the servant women went around freely, without veiling their faces.

Jacques took the boy back to his room and at once resumed his French lessons. In the evening he took him to the large kitchen where the servants ate, and taught him how to use cutlery. Chaki was at the centre of everybody's attention. It was the first time that they had ever seen a black person up close. The fact that he could not understand the language which people spoke, confused him.

But Chaki was smart and quick-witted and gradually, also thanks to the assiduous lessons of Jacques, to whom the count Franois Michel had entrusted him, started to understand and to express himself in that new language. The count went to the court in Versailles, to the king, to report to him about his mission, therefore was absent for several days. So Jacques took advantage of it to take the boy into his bed every night and to quietly enjoy his services.

During the day Chaki sometimes went to the park with the count's sons, where they played with a ball. His task was to go and fetch the ball when it fell far away and bring it back. This amused him. Louis was strong and nimble, had a haughty look, and gave orders to his siblings, to the servants and to him with authority. Sophie was pretty but at times also pestering. She often laughed in a silvery tone. RhŽmy was handsome, elegant and slender, and had a gentle look. Chaki liked him very much.

One day Louis was upset with Chaki because he couldn't understand his order, RhŽmy took his part and explained him, with patience, what his elder brother wanted from him. Chaki felt grateful to the boy, just two years his elder, who defended a slave. RhŽmy often smiled at him, and Chaki answered with a shy smile.

When Louis and Sophie went away to ride their horses, RhŽmy said to Chaki, "Louis is not bad, he just doesn't understand that you are still feeling lost."

Chaki didn't understand all the words, but he felt pleasure in the gentleness of the boy's tone. "You good," he said.

RhŽmy smiled, "It has to be difficult for you, in a world that you don't know, that you can't understand, my poor Chaki."

"Difficult, yes. But Chaki study, learn, little little." the boy said.

The count came back and Chaki resumed his "service". His task was to help the count to dress and undress, to keep his clothes and his room in order, to empty and clean the chamber pot, and to go into his bed, when the count ordered it, and please him. They were all easy and simple tasks. During the day Jacques lessons were going on, and with them also was sex with the servant. At times he had also to assist the count's children when they played in the park, to go to take drinks or snacks for them, to take out or to put away their playing equipment.

On these occasions it happened more and more often that RhŽmy talked with him. Chaki felt that the second son of the count had a liking for him. RhŽmy didn't treat him the way all the others, including the servants did, with detachment and condescension, but with human warmth. He praised him for his improvements in French, and encouraged him, at times simply with a smile from a distance.

The cold winter came and RhŽmy told his father that he could possibly teach Chaki French better than Jacques. His father took that as a whim, a pastime for his son, and gave his consent. So, every day, Chaki went upstairs to spend two, three hours in RhŽmy's room, and the boy, besides teaching him to talk, started also to teach him to read and write. RhŽmy was amazed by the ease with which Chaki was learning. The fact was that Chaki, besides having a natural talent for learning as well as prodigious memory, was falling in love with the handsome RhŽmy therefore, to give him satisfaction, was applying himself with his total dedication.

Chaki had lived in the mansion for about a year when the count gave a party and made him serve at the table and the black slave soon became famous in Paris. Other aristocrats wanted to have black slaves. So the count Franois decided to reach an agreement with his friend the sheik to start a profitable trade of young black slaves for the local aristocracy. Therefore, when the king sent him again on a mission, he left with this project in mind.

Chaki remained in Paris and, in absence of the count, was assigned to the service of the two sons. RhŽmy was carrying on teaching him French and Chaki was becoming quite good at it, and becoming more and more attached to the young count.

It was mid autumn. Louis was at the court with his mother, and Sophie was at an aunt's mansion, so only RhŽmy remained at home. The boy one day said to Chaki, "Prepare a basket with clean underclothes, food and drinks. Today we have wonderful weather, so we will go to the small lake at the end of the park and bathe."

Chaki prepared everything like the other times. They crossed the park, went around the small lake to a spot bathed in sunlight, near a gazebo still covered in flowers and Chaki spread on the grass the length of fabric he had taken for that purpose.

"Let's undress and go and dive!" RhŽmy merrily said.

He took off all his clothes except his white silk culottes and went to dive. "Aren't you coming? The water is delightful!" he said with a smile.

Chaki then undressed, keeping on only his hempen short breeches and he to went to dive. He found it weird being in water with such clothing on him, but he noticed that in that country everybody seemed reluctant to be seen totally naked.

They played for a while wallowing in the water then got out. RhŽmy seemed excited and happy. He lay in the sun and Chaki couldn't avoid noticing how the boy,s wet culottes, were sticking, almost transparently, to the boy's skin clearly outlining his beautiful genitals.

RhŽmy noticed where the boy was looking and, lightly brushing himself asked, in a playful tone, "What are you looking at?"

"You are so beautiful" Chaki said, sitting near the beautiful body laid on the fabric.

"You too are very beautiful." RhŽmy said raising an arm and lightly caressing Chaki's chest.

The black boy shuddered and became aroused.

"I like you, you know" the young count said almost in a whisper stroking his side.

"I like you too, very much."

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes, master, if it doesn't annoy you."

"Do it, then." RhŽmy said in a murmur.

Chaki, almost shyly, brushed his chest and out of the corner of his eye, noticed that the wet culottes of the young count were tenting up with the beginnings of an erection.

RhŽmy smiled, "I like how you touch me, your hands are warm and delicate. Lie down here by my side."

Chaki complied and the boy embraced him, pulling him against his body, intertwining his legs with those of the black boy, pushing his throbbing erection against him. "Do you feel the effect you have on me?"

"The same as you have on me, master." Chaki said, making him feel his hard-on.

RhŽmy smiled, "Yes, I feel it and I like it." he murmured and, looking at him with shining eyes and stroking his side and back, kissed him on the mouth with passion.

It was the first time that Chaki had been kissed, and found that intimate contact delightful. He felt as if he was literally melting from the emotion and gave back the kiss, imitating with his tongue what the other was doing with his.

"Do you want to make love to me, Chaki?"

"Oh, young master, all you want!"

"But you - do you want it?"

"Yes!"

RhŽmy then, kneeling astride the boy's waist, bent down to suck his nipple.

"Ooohhh" Chaki moaned, trembling with pleasure.

He felt the French boy's hands push down his breeches and arched his pelvis to help him and RhŽmy took hold of his companion's throbbing member, and Chaki immediately began to tremble.

"I like you." RhŽmy whispered.

"Yes, master." Chaki murmured feeling in heaven. Oh, how good it was, even better than with the sheik. He had never experienced so much sweetness, so much pleasure.

RhŽmy freed himself of his culottes and lay on top of the smooth, strong body of Chaki, rubbing his erection against that of the black boy, kissing and caressing him. Chaki wrapped his legs round the young count's waist, holding him tight to his chest, and crossed his legs in a silent prayer filled with hope.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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