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 3 - CHAKI SOLD TO A GERMAN MARQUIS

They rolled on the cloth, embracing tightly. Chaki managed to slip down a little and sucked his young master's nipples, who moaned as if seized by intense pleasure. Chaki wanted to give him the utmost pleasure, not simply because he had been trained for that, but because he felt he was in love with RhŽmy. He was confused because he felt that RhŽmy was also doing his best to give him maximum pleasure and that had never happened before. Also, when he made love with the other slaves, each of them tried just to get pleasure for themselves from the other without even thinking about giving it in return. Chaki, confusedly but without the slightest doubt, felt it was different now.

"Chaki, oh Chaki, it's, so good!" RhŽmy whispered pulling away from him but still caressing him.

He took the black boy's hard genitals in his hands and went down to lick them with wildly. Chaki was startled, but then turned the opposite way up until his face was in the lap of his young master and started to suck him in turn using all his skill. They moaned, groaned and shuddered with happiness, whilst sucking each other with passion.

RhŽmy pulled away again from him, and, lying on his back, spread his legs raising them, offering himself to the black boy and said excitedly, "Take me!"

Chaki looked at him astounded, "I, take you, master? You have to take me!" he muttered.

"Later, Chaki, later. Now you take me."

"Oh, master!" the boy murmured, moved and excited.

"Go on, make me happy."

"Yes, certainly." Chaki said and knelt, spreading his thighs, offering his hard and straight member to his young master's small buttocks that were like polished ivory, and began to push the throbbing tip of his member into the flesh-pink rosebud.

"WaitÉ" whispered RhŽmy and, wetting his fingers with saliva, lubricated his anus. "Now, go on, now take me."

Chaki started to push, almost in awe. He felt the flesh slowly surrender to his push, shuddering, felt it open under him, and welcome him. The expression on his young master's face was wonderful, while the firm pole of black flesh of the young slave was making its way inside him.

"Oh, Chaki how beautiful, go on, ooohhh yes" the French boy moaned happily, brushing his nipples, his head bent right back, his eyes filled with a clear light of intense pleasure.

Chaki was full of joy. He was giving pleasure to his beloved young master, it was he, his body, that was giving him so much happiness, so much pleasure. And he too was feeling inexpressibly beautiful emotions, such as he had never experienced in all his life. He would have liked to shout to him "I love you!" but he was just a slave, and didn't dare.

While he was slowly moving back and forth inside him, he went down to kiss him and RhŽmy clutched him to him and returned the kiss with great passion.

"I can't tell him I love him, but I can make him feel it" the boy was thinking going on to give and get pleasure from that so white, so beautiful body.

He caressed, kissed, and fingered him, going on to take him in silent adoration. And finally, with a last, strong shudder, he reached the peak of pleasure vigorously sinking into RhŽmy, who embraced him tightly and caressed him.

"Master, make me yours, now." the boy panted.

"Yes, Chaki." the young count murmured.

The two bodies rolled again on the cloth, swapping their positions. RhŽmy wet the young slave's hole with saliva then took him with youthful vigour.

Chaki moaned, giving way to the pleasure, "Oh, master, how good it is!"

"Do you like it, Chaki?"

"Oh yes, you are strong, tender, passionate, and beautiful like the sun! How wonderful it is to feel you inside me, to be yours."

"I like you, Chaki. I love you!" RhŽmy said.

The black boy, at these words, felt so moved that he silently started to weep for joy.

"Are you weeping? Am I hurting you?" RhŽmy asked, alarmed, and stopped.

"No, master, I am happy."

"Happy? And you cry?"

"You said you love me."

"It's true, I do love you, Chaki. I want you to be my lover."

"Oh, master!"

"No, no more master; RhŽmy, just RhŽmy."

"Take me, make me feel I belong to you, please." the boy beseeched him, smiling through his tears.

RhŽmy started to move inside him again vigorously but tenderly, smiling, caressing and kissing him. Chaki felt he was in heaven. He could feel him inside him, penetrating him, and for the first time he understood, and experienced the real difference between love and sex, and felt grateful to his young master. Taking him had been wonderful, but being taken by him was also wonderful. Not withstanding they were so different, one white the other black, one a master and the other a slave, it was as if, with that act, all the differences ceased to exist. Chaki felt that they were now one single being.

He felt, with joy the young count's approaching orgasm and backed onto it to increase it, and he enjoyed it fully. When RhŽmy let himself go on top of him, panting heavily, he encircled him with his arms and legs and waited for his breath and heartbeat to return to normal.

RhŽmy kissed him sweetly, "Do you want to be my boy, Chaki?"

"I belong to your father." the boy said in a shy whisper.

"But do you love me?"

"I adore you!"

"And I you. Therefore from now on you will be my secret lover, do you agree?"

"Thank you, master."

"No. When we are alone, you will call me RhŽmy, not master. For the others I can be your master, but we know it is not so, because we love each other. I love you, Chaki, I really love you. This is not just a whim. I got to know you, and gradually fell in love with you. From now on we belong to each other, you to me and I to you."

"You belong to me?" the boy asked, unbelieving.

"Of course. Because of the love that unites us. Love makes us equals."

For Chaki began then a wonderful and yet difficult period. When the count was back, he had to carry on satisfying him. He would have preferred not to do it and he would have liked to tell RhŽmy about it, but he could not. He had been taught never to tell another person what he did in bed with a man. But now, being used by the count was difficult for him. Jacques also, at times, demanded his share of him. Only when he was able to be in RhŽmy's arms did he feel well, but he also felt guilty because of what he had to do with the other two men.

If only he could talk about it with somebody, ask for an advice. But there, even though they did the same things that the Arabs did, it seemed that everything had to be done in the greatest secrecy - do it and never tell it was the rule. Also RhŽmy's love had to be kept secret, a jealously guarded secret. It was a weird world that Chaki could not understand.

RhŽmy was increasingly sweet and passionate and, when they were alone and nobody could see them, cuddled, kissed and caressed him with great fervour. They weren't able to make love very often, but took advantage of any occasion to do so, and their love grew and became even stronger. Sometimes they could make love in the afternoons, when Sophie had her lessons and Louis and his father went to ride in the park, and the countess held her salons which meant that that was the safest time, as the servants never entered RhŽmy's room without knocking and waiting for permission to enter.

But one afternoon, while they were making love in RhŽmy's room, they were caught in the act by Louis whose horse had become lame and he went back to the mansion because he wanted to practice fencing with his brother. Uselessly RhŽmy begged, even beseeched his brother to keep quiet. The two boys just had time to put on their clothes when Louis came back with his father. The man was extremely angry.

But what surprised Chaki was that the count wasn't furious because his slave was doing such things with others without his approval, but because "É these filthy things under my roof are intolerable!" he yelled.

He seemed amazed, or rather scandalized that his son was doing what he so often demanded of Chaki.

The count called Jacques and, in spite of RhŽmy protestations, ordered him to shut Chaki up in the mansion's underground cellars. The poor black boy was confused and sad. The count's hypocrisy was to him totally incomprehensible. He could have understood his master's anger because other people were using his slave although he was aware that the count well knew that Jacques took advantage of him and yet he never said anything.

He asked Jacques to explain to him. But the amused explanation of the man just increased his confusion. "These things should not be done. If one does them, nobody should be allowed to know. If they were found out, they should be punished!" he said, as if all this was logical.

Chaki remained in the underground cellar for about a month. From time to time Jacques, when he went down to take him his meals, took advantage of the situation to make him lower his breeches, make him lie on the plank bed and take him. Chaki got to know that the count had sent RhŽmy to his brother, the bishop of Rheims in order to make him "mend his ways", and that he was trying to find a way of getting free of Chaki by selling him to some provincial aristocrat so that RhŽmy, when he came back home, would not be able to find him.

In fact, after about a month, Jacques informed him that the count had sold him to a German aristocrat who was visiting Paris, the marquis Von Kruge, an envoy of emperor Charles V to the king of France, Franois I. The marquis was an elderly man in his fifties. Since his youth he had been a lover of boys and young men, and it was from that time that the friendship with the count De Bayeux dated. Both young men were students at the Sorbonne, and would go around together looking for a boy of the lower classes, to take to their rooms, and amuse themselves with him in exchange for a few coins.

So Chaki had a new master. When the marquis went back to his country, he took Chaki with him in his coach.

"Good, nigger. It seems that you are skilled at amusing men. My friends will be glad about my new purchase, if what I heard about you is true. Show me what you are able to do. Take my tool out and give me a good time!" he said, spreading his legs.

Chaki knelt between the man's legs, untied his breeches and, taking out the still soft member, started to caress and lick it. It had a sour smell that Chaki didn't like at all, but he hid it well. He knew that he had to put up with it anyway and to please him, as he was his new master. The man's member hardened and Chaki took it between his lips and sucked it. The man seized his head and set about a stronger and faster rhythm, moaning not satisfied, until he unloaded in the boy's throat, grunting.

"Yes, you are not bad at all. Later I'll have a taste of your black arse. My friends will enjoy changing the menu a little."

That evening they stopped at an inn, and the marquis took him into his bed. He took him without any preliminaries and fucked him for a long time.

"Good, you are soft but still tight enough, and you are good at taking it in your arse. I think you will be requested very much. And while I have to give the other boys a salary, you will working for free. I shall have to think about buying more slaves."

The travelling took several days but finally they reached a small castle just outside a town. The marquis lived there. As he arrived, he entrusted Chaki to a servant. The people spoke a totally different language and the servant, by contrast with his master, didn't speak French.

The man led him to a tower where, on the top floor there was a wide room with several beds in it. Six boys between sixteen and twenty years of age were sitting there. When the man made him sit on a bed and went away, the boys clustered around him saying things to him and it was clear they were amazed, one touched his frizzy hair, another brushed his skin.

One of the boys asked him something and he answered in French, "I don't understand you."

Then another of the boys, in a passable French, asked him, "Where do you come from? Why are you black like one of the three wise kings?"

"I was born in Africa, but now I come from France. And you?"

"He is Spanish, these two are German, he is Polish, he a Dane and I am Italian. Aren't you able to speak German?"

"No, just French, Arabic and my tribe's language."

"You will be better off if you learn German. Even though several of the lords know French."

The Italian boy, whose name was Ranuccio and who was seventeen years old, explained to Chaki that the marquis recruited them to have sex with his guests when he held parties. They had to first get the guests aroused letting them grope, touch, and finger them and then there would be an auction where guests offered money to take one of the boys into their bedrooms. Twenty percent of the money went to the boys and the rest went to the marquis. The chosen boy had to spend all night with the man who won him, and had to be ready to do anything the aristocrat asked him.

"It's not bad at all, and normally we have to do the usual things like sucking them and letting them fuck us in the arse, but at times also to get sucked or to fuck them. Anyone who especially chooses Kim, usually wants to be fucked. Klaus and Andy are brothers and are German; Miklaw is Polish and is the most requested, with his childish looks and a cock of a man!"

"But you all, did the marquis buy you?"

"Buy us? No, what are you saying? He just happened to fuck us in one of his journeys, and proposed us the business. I was a cook in an inn in Milan before, for instance. How did you get such an idea?"

"He bought me, I am a slave."

"Ah, possibly because you are a black boy. He certainly will earn much more money with you."

The "parties" were held once a week. If the marquis was away on a journey, which happened quite often, the constable who also liked boys took his place. Each time six lords were invited. The boys had to wear a special livery composed of a very tight leotard and a short mantle. Each boy had clothes of a different colour. Chaki got white livery. They served at table, and had to quietly let the guests touch them, so that they all soon had obvious erections. Some of the guest already knew some of the boys from previous parties. After the supper they all moved to another room, a kind of lounge, where the men took one one of the boys on their laps, kissing, groping, or doing to him whatever they wanted, but without undressing him.

Chaki straight away got the attention of everybody. He soon learned the key words in German, even though at times the lords addressed him in French.

"Come here, boy."

"You have a nice shaft between your legs."

"Mmmhhh, what a nice firm little arse."

"You got lips made expressly for sucking." The men said to the boys, and made more similar remarks while the atmosphere was becoming hot.

The marquis started the auction. Chaki was the first to be requested by three of the guests who bid for him offering more and more coins, until first one, then a second one quit. The winner gave the coins to the marquis, took Chaki and led him to one of the bedrooms where he shut themselves in.

He undressed the black boy and pushed a finger in his hole, trying it out, "Yes, I think I did well. See that you don't disappoint me, nigger!"

"Yes, lord." Chaki murmured.

The man undressed slowly; he had a stout body and an adequate member. When he was naked, he stood in the centre of the room, his legs spread apart and ordered, "Lick me all over my body, but don't touch my cock until I tell you. Make me get a hard-on!"

"Yes, lord." Chaki said beginning to busy himself.

He licked all over his body trying to find out where the man was more sensitive, then to spend more time on those spots. He saw that the man was fast getting an erection.

"Yes, you are good at it. Now kneel down and beg me to fuck your mouth!"

Chaki obeyed.

"Lick my balls but don't yet touch my cock!" the man ordered spreading his legs wider. Then suddenly he seized Chaki's head and started to slap his face with his hard member. "You want it in your mouth, don't you? You would like to be allowed to have it, wouldn't you?" he asked in an almost ferocious tone.

"Yes, I prey you lord, fuck my mouth!" Chaki said, guessing that it was what the man wanted to hear from him.

The man finally pushed it between his lips down his throat and started to fuck him fast and hard. He was like an animal in rut. He then pulled out of Chaki, raised him bodily and threw him onto the bed where he got down on his hands and knees. He made Chaki go down on all fours and started to lick his anus. Chaki shuddered, it was so erotic.

"Get ready I'm going fuck your arse until you scream for mercy!" the man said getting on top of him, and violently penetrated him. He didn't hurt him, but Chaki screamed as if he was feeling pain.

He had hit the mark and his screams excited the man. "Ha, it's hurting boy is it?"

"Yes, lord, stop please." Chaki begged.

"No, you have to endure the pole torture as long as I want you to."

"Please, lord, please, it's too painful." Chaki lied squeezing his sphincter strongly and thus excited the man even more.

"I paid dearly to get you, and I now want to enjoy you!" the man panted driving strongly while Chaki tossed under him whining and making fake grimaces of pain, and complaining.

The man was more and more excited. He hammered between the boy's buttocks holding on to his waist with his strong and sweaty hands. He panted aloud sounding like a pair of bellows, and the bed squeaked at each of his strokes, and Chaki artfully emitted a low groan. Finally the man, with a shout, collapsed on top of him and pushing like a madman, unloaded inside the boy meantime whining like a wounded man.

"Good" the man panted withdrawing and slumped down on the bed, "I will now have some rest, then I'll fuck you again. Meanwhile lick me." he ordered.

Chaki bent over the massive and sweaty body and began to lick it. But soon it became apparent that the man had fallen into a deep sleep. He then stopped, and curled up in a corner of the wide bed, thinking that people at times were really weird. And he recalled, full of sweet nostalgia, his beloved RhŽmy. It had been too beautiful with his young master, and unhappily it was over. He would have to please unknown men full of lust, as long as somebody found him desirable, but then what? What would become of him?

He woke up. He was being pulled by his hair. The man pushed him between his legs and had him suck his tool. Telling him to be ready for another fuck. Chaki busied himself again and the man, when he was fully aroused, took him with the same roughness as before. Chaki wondered how things were going for his companions. He personally was getting bored. He hoped that the night would end soon.

The following morning, when he was back in the common bedroom he asked Ranuccio about it.

"I've been lucky. The judge won me and he asked me to fuck him. Klaus and Andy, when their men get to know that they are brothers, decided to have a foursome and first wanted the two boys to have sex together. Klaus and Andy have fucked each other since they were kids, Andy taught it to Klaus when they were fourteen and thirteen respectively. Miklav got a romantic man, you know, the fat one, who wanted to suck him all the night long, so now he is worn out. He made Miklav come four times! Kim has been fucked by the man with only one eye, the duke, and Jose had to go with the bishop, who contented himself with asking him to suck him. The bishop has a liking for Jose. And you and your count? That one likes to fuck, doesn't he?" Ranuccio laughingly said.

The following time there were different guests. A prince, an effeminate young man, just two or three years older than Chaki, won Chaki. He first undressed the black boy and greedily sucked his member, then wanted to be fucked, but ordered him not to come.

The young prince was whining like a wounded puppy and uttered sentences like, "Oh, brute, you're hurting me! You're killing me! Oh what a male you are! You are a beast, an animal. You tear me apart." But if Chaki slowed down, he yelped, "Go on, weakling, girlie, did I pay for a impotent man, by chance? Do your job!"

Chaki at a certain point was tired, and without even knowing what was the matter with him, said, "Shut up, or I'll fuck your filthy mouth!" and at once he bit his tongue.

But the prince, radiant, said, "Oh yes, rape me, brute!"

At that Chaki understood what the prince was wanting from him. So he pulled out from his arse, sat on his chest, seized him by his ears and pushed it into his mouth. The other was moaning in high pleasure, greedily sucking it and quickly masturbating himself.

"Stop, I don't want to come yet!" Chaki said, pulling it out.

"O no! Please, stallion, I want it some more."

"Suck my nipples!"

"YeeeeessssÉ"

Chaki was amazed. The prince acted as if he was the slave and seemed excited and happy. He decided to enjoy the situation. Do this, do that, and the other obeyed readily. When then he took him and went on top of him starting to fuck him, the other seemed in the seventh heaven.

"No, don't come yet."

"Shut up! I come when I want. And anyway before the morning, I will fuck you at least two more times."

"Ooohhh that's good. You are better than Kim! Fuck me brute, fuck me."

The world really went crazy, Chaki thought, I am a slave and this one amuses himself acting as if I were his master.

But Chaki didn't like his new life. When there were no guests, the other boys could go and loiter down in the town, but he had to help to curry the horses, to transport weights, to do a thousand services, unless the marquis or the constable ordered him to go to their rooms. Anyway he ate well in the kitchen with the servants. But he was always thinking of RhŽmy with infinite nostalgia. The only interesting thing there in the castle was that he was learning German with Ranuccio's help and listening to the servants.

A little more than four months had elapsed when one evening, as the boys came back from the town. Kim approached him and whispered, "Chaki, I've a message for you."

"A message?"

"Yes, from a French knight at the pub. He says that his name id RhŽmy."

"RhŽmy? Is he here?"

"Shush. The marquis knows him so he can't come here. He wants to see you, but I told him that you aren't allowed to go out. He said that he will disguise himself and try to get a position here at the castle. When you see him, if he succeeds, pretend you don't know him."

"Oh, thank you Kim, you are kind."

"Well, he paid me well. But who is he?"

"RhŽmy is the son of my previous master. We were caught together and this is why I was sold to the marquis."

"A love story? Well I hope you will be able to meet each other again."

A few days passed. One day during lunch, he saw a new servant serve at the table. At first he didn't recognize him. He had black hair and seemed thinner and less tall than RhŽmy, but his eyes, his smile erased all his doubts. He pretended not to know him, but the glance they exchanged was eloquent.

Later, while Chaki was in the stables, RhŽmy approached him, "Chaki" he whispered.

"RhŽmy!"

"They call me Otto, here. How are you?"

"Now I'm well. And you? I almost didn't recognise you."

"I searched for you so much. I ran away from home to find you. I didn't know where my father sent you, but then, I tried to find out from the servants who came to our home while I was away. I found out that a German nobleman came. My father knows only three such men, so I went to each one in turn and finally here I am."

"You ran away from home? For me?"

"Of course. Did you forget that I love you?"

"No, RhŽmy."

"And you, do you love me?"

"Yes, of course, especially now you're here. You know what my work is here, don't you?"

"Yes, my poor Chaki, I know. But I came to take you away. Give me a little time to work out how I can plan it, then we will run away together."

"Where can we go, RhŽmy? We could certainly not go back to your home, and we can't stay here."

"We will find a safe place, where you and I can live together."

"But what will we do?"

"We will get work."

And you, you've renounced your position."

"I couldn't give you up. I just couldn't, my sweet Chaki."

RhŽmy lived in the castle for ten days, during which time they even succeeded in making love twice. RhŽmy studied the guards' shifts, the castle topography, their habits and the schedules.

He finally put forward his plan, "The day after a party, in the morning you all usually go up to the tower. This time you must go down to the stables instead and from there you climb the wall facing the wood. I will wait for you under there. The soldiers never pass on that stretch of wall, they watch over it from the turrets. But I noticed that the soldier in the turret goes out to walk the stretch of wall on the other side. Watch him and as soon as he goes out, climb the wall. I will prepare a pile of branches and leaves where you jump down. Then we will run away."

They did so. When the noble he had to serve was satisfied and told him he could go, he silently went to the stairway of the tower and, his heart in his mouth, instead of going upstairs he went down and reached the stables. He stealthily went to the wall and nimbly climbed it. Well hidden he observed the turret. The soldier leaned out of its window, looked at the stretch of wall then went out on the other side. Chaki left his hiding place and reached the parapet. He sounded the cuckoo call signal and at once RhŽmy answered. Chaki saw him under the wall, and RhŽmy pointed out to him the place to jump from. Chaki moved to it and let himself fall.

"All right?" RhŽmy asked helping him to get up from the high pile of leaves.

"Yes."

"Hurry up, then, they might have heard the thud." RhŽmy said and they rapidly ran into the wood.

When they were far enough away, RhŽmy took some clothes out of a bag for Chaki to change into, as he was still wearing the leotard and short mantle, then they resumed getting away from the castle. The most important thing was to leave the marquis's lands, the territory under his jurisdiction. They wondered if, back at the Castle, they had already noticed Chaki's disappearance. Of course the boy, being black, would have been easily spotted, when the marquis's men searched for him, and there was no point in trying to disguise himself, it would be quite useless.

They left the wood and went down valley, crossing fields and thickets, when they heard barking and yelling coming from the wood. The marquis's soldiers, guided by his hunting dogs, were on their scent. They start desperately running, crossing a small river bed, but the men had already seen them. In spite of the fact that they had a good start on their pursuers, they knew that their flight was over when they saw the men free the dogs.

"They will tear us to pieces. We will never be able to run faster than them. We have to climb a tree and hope they will tie the dogs up. " RhŽmy shouted.

"You run away, they only want me." Chaki said.

"No, we stay together. I will never leave you. Hurry up, climb this tree." the youth said, determinedly.

They both climbed and waited until the dogs came.

"I'm sorry, Chaki. Whatever happens I love you, never forget it."

"I too love you, master."

"Stop calling me master. Right now there really is no difference between you and I." RhŽmy said with a sweet smile.

The dogs came and, barking wildly, surrounded the tree trying to get at them, but they were too high, safe from their fangs. After a while the soldiers also arrived.

"So, then, it seems that your flight has come to an end, eh?" one of the soldiers said with a smug expression.

"He has nothing to do with that, take me and let him go!" yelled Chaki.

RhŽmy, and the captain of the platoon, both together, yelled, "No!"

The captain added, "My orders are to take you both. Come down, quickly!"

"Tie the dogs up!" RhŽmy shouted.

"Should I? Bah, possibly yes, the marquis wants you both alive and in one piece, I think. You, tie the dogs! He ordered the soldiers.

When all the dogs were once again on the leash, the two boys climbed down and were seized immediately by the soldiers who tied them up tightly and took them away.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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