Ten days into the trip and Jack was about as horny as he had ever been. Usually when he was on the road, he could find a congenial partner with whom he could let off a little steam: at least straight _s_e_x_ could be found even if his BDSM interests could rarely be satisfied. But this was his first visit to the country: he knew nobody and his business contacts had so far proved to be middle-aged, dry-as-dust bureaucrats to whom _s_e_x_ was probably an alien concept. However, today he had visited an NGO which he found to be managed by a much younger crowd, and focussed on furthering the economic interests of the local community in the capital city. He had got on well with Ahmed, the young, handsome Executive Director, who had asked many of the probing questions usually put by someone who sensed a conquest in the offing. The upshot had been an invitation to his house that evening for dinner. Jack looked forward to his evening appointment with hopeful anticipation.
Just after dark, he boarded a taxi outside his hotel and asked the doorman to direct the driver to the address he had been given. Fifteen minutes later, after the usual nightmare of noise, traffic and pollution, the taxi turned into a narrow, dark street lined with small apartment blocks so typical of the citys residential landscape. The power appeared to have failed in this section of the city, making identification of the buildings even more difficult than usual. Eventually the taxi was flagged down by one of the building guards and a younger man, who thrust his head through the passenger window:
"Mr Jack?"
"Yes, thats me" said Jack, in some relief that he was still expected and had apparently found the right place. "I am Faruq, Mr Ahmeds cousin. He asked me to wait for you down here now that the electricity is off".
Jack paid off the taxi and followed Faruq into the pitch dark stair-well. Faruq felt for Jacks hand and guided him up through the blackout with a firm grip. At every landing they brushed together, more so than the darkness necessitated it seemed to Jacks fevered imagination. They finally emerged onto the fourth floor landing and Faruq opened one of the two doors, ushering Jack into a candle-lit living room with large cushions on the floor and brass ornaments on low tables around the walls. In the dim light, Faruq was revealed as a short, muscular figure with a bushy black moustache and brilliant white teeth when he smiled, which was often.
"Please, Mr Jack, make yourself comfortable", pointing to the cushions, "I will tell Ahmed you are here. What would you like to drink?"
"What do you have?" replied Jack cautiously, not sure whether alcohol would be served in a Moslem household. "Just about everything", replied Faruq with one of his famous smiles. "Beer, Scotch, soft drinks, we have it all".
Jack settled for a beer and settled himself on one of the cushions while Faruq slipped away through another door. After a few moments, Ahmed bustled in and welcomed Jack effusively, apologising for the lack of electricity but assuring Jack that candle-light was so much more relaxing even if the lack of fans made the room rather warm. Earlier in the day, he had been formally dressed for business; now he was bare-footed, wearing a colourful T-shirt and a blue lunghi tightly wrapped at the waist. He was at least six inches taller than his cousin and as well-built, with the same black bushy moustache, a muscular chest and strong forearms.
They chatted easily about the economic problems that caused the frequent power outages but were soon interrupted by the arrival of Faruq carrying a tray with three glistening glasses of cold beer. More importantly, to Jacks appreciative eye, Faruq had also changed out of the shirt and trousers in which he had greeted Jack downstairs and was now wearing a lunghi as well – and apparently nothing else. His chest was well-defined and lightly covered with black hair. Jack could hardly tear his eyes away as the young man knelt on one of the cushions and passed out the beer. Soon they were settled again with their beers – Ahmed sitting upright in the corner with his knees to his chest, Jack perched uncomfortably as only a westerner can be when sitting on the floor while trying to be formal, and Faruq squatting comfortably.
"Cheers", said Ahmed and while they drank Jack cast sidelong glances at the young god Faruq sitting composedly beside him. They chatted comfortably but after about five minutes Ahmed shifted position, spreading his knees with the result that his lunghi rode up sufficiently for Jack to get a clear view of what lay beyond. Despite the weak light, the black valley between Ahmeds legs led to what looked like an enormous penis slumbering peacefully, half on its hairy bed and half on the cool tiles of the floor. Jack quickly looked away and took another sip of beer.
"Like the view?" Ahmed asked suddenly. Jack floundered momentarily but then looked directly into Ahmeds frank eyes: "It is an impressive sight", he said neutrally. "Can we be open with each other, Jack?" Ahmed asked softly. "From some of your words and looks today, I assumed you were attracted to men. We take a very open view of _s_e_x_ual habits here: you do what you enjoy. You are travelling away from home and are probably in need of relief by now. If I have read the situation wrongly, then I apologise profusely and we can proceed to dinner as if the subject were never raised. But if I am right, then I suggest an extra "aperitif" before we eat. What do you think?"
"I vote for the aperitif", Jack was able to say hoarsely. "Good", breathed Ahmed with a sigh, "it would have been so embarrassing if I had got it wrong! And I do so love doing it with westerners. Now, what are your preferences, exactly? Top, bottom, you know?"
"Well, I am a bottom", said Jack simply. "Thats great" said Ahmed, "it fits me perfectly". "And", said Jack hesitantly, "I am into bdsm too". "Now, thats truly wonderful, eh Faruq?" said Ahmed enthusiastically. "Faruq here gets really hard when he has a cane in his hand! I think he got too much of it at that posh school of his. I dont mind taking a few strokes myself. We can have a threesome: well use my office as the school-room."
With Faruq grinning broadly, Ahmed summoned his servant: "Farid, set up my office as the school-room please. And we will be taking dinner in about an hour and a half." Faruq slipped away again to help Farid. Ahmed explained that he and Faruq often played at "school" since Faruq enjoyed the master role while he, Ahmed, had a submissive streak in his character despite being a top. Jack could hardly believe his luck hearing all this: to fall in with two sophisticated types with enthusiastic CP tastes in a country like this must be statistically unheard of. However, he tuned back into the conversation as Ahmed explained that the family owned the entire building and he and Faruq occupied the top two floors, so they could make as much noise as they wished with little risk of disturbing anyone. Jack grinned again in delight.
A poker-faced Farid returned to the living room to report that the room was set up and then departed back to his kitchen. Ahmed and Jack finished their beers and walked through the connecting corridor to the room at the end. It had been set up with two small tables and chairs facing a larger desk and chair with a large white-board behind it. Faruq was sitting at the desk. Ahmed greeted him with a "Good evening, sir" as he entered the room; Jack not quite yet in the swim, stayed silent. They sat down at the two tables and almost immediately Faruq asked Jack to stand up again:
"What did you say when you entered the room, boy?"
"Nothing, sir", stammered Jack. "And what should you have said, boy?"
Jack stayed silent for a moment and then said: "Good evening, sir?"
"Thats correct. Now why did you not show respect in that way, boy?"
"I dont know, sir", said Jack quietly. "Step up here, boy", commanded Faruq, indicating the space in front of his desk. Jack obeyed silently. "Disrespectful boys will be punished", said Faruq grimly, as he proceeded to take down a long, thin cane from its hook on the wall. "Bend over, boy", he said, indicating that Jack should bend over the desk. Jack did as he was asked. "Three strokes", said Faruq, "and you will repeat I will always show respect to my teacher after each stroke. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, sir", said Jack.
Faruq took three steps back from the desk and then ran forward swinging the cane high into the air before bringing it firmly down across Jacks buttocks. Jack heard the musical whistle and then felt the sharp sting of the cane followed by a burning sensation as his nerve endings registered the shock they had received. "I will always show respect to my teacher, sir" he gasped through his gritted teeth. The second stroke followed quickly and the third, after which Jack was told to return to his seat – which he did, taking his place gingerly. It had been an interesting start but he felt he had acquitted himself well, taking his strokes like a man and showing these two how an experienced westerner behaved.
The first lesson consisted of a geography test and Jack did well answering the questions put to him about capital cities and mountain ranges across south Asia. Ahmed did not do so well, with geography clearly not his strong subject. After 10 questions each, Jack had got 8 right while Ahmed had only got 3 right. At that point, Faruq changed tack and started asking more questions about his own country – a subject about which Jack knew little. At the end of the test, Ahmed had scored a total of 9 marks and Jack 11.
"It seems you boys have not been doing your homework", said Faruq. "Neither of you got the pass mark of 65%. So now your bottoms pay the penalty: one stroke for each wrong answer. Ahmed come up here." Ahmed reluctantly did as he was told and bent himself over the table without needing further instruction. Faruq took the cane down again from its hook. "Eleven strokes for you, boy, and I want to hear you say clearly I must do my homework in future after each one. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir" came Ahmeds muffled reply. Faruq drew back two steps and brought the cane slashing down on Ahmeds firm buttocks, protected only by the thin lunghi he was wearing. Ahmed gasped aloud but managed to say in a clear, firm voice: "I must do my homework in future, sir". Jack watched in rapt attention, enjoying the scene and the view of Ahmeds upturned rump immensely. He already had a hard-on.
Ahmed had barely finished speaking when the thin whistle of the cane heralded the second stroke. He yelped but repeated his lines clearly enough. But by the sixth stroke, Ahmed cried out loud as the cane clearly cut into an existing welt and he was only able to mutter what he had been instructed to say through gritted teeth and suppressed tears.
"OK, young man, the last five on your bare bottom," said Faruq. "Lift up your lunghi". "Oh, no, sir, please. It hurts too much already, sir. I cant take it bare backed," said Ahmed, starting to straighten up from the table. "Stay where you are, boy," growled Faruq. "Youre lucky I didnt have you bent over the horse and flogged in front of the whole school. Thats what should happen to a boy of your seniority. Caning you privately in class like this is a big favour, you know."
"Yes, sir, I know and I thank you, sir – but, please sir, I will do anything you want but dont give me any bare backed. I cant take it, sir."
"Anything, boy?" said Faruq contemplatively. "Yes, sir, anything," said Ahmed less certainly than before.
"Right," said Faruq, making up his mind. "Stand up, boy, strip and stand in the corner and watch your friend here getting his." Ahmed obeyed with alacrity and went to stand in the corner, facing the table. His _c_o_c_k_ was pointing straight up: the pain had clearly been a major stimulant, or maybe it was in anticipation of what was to come.
Jack had watched all this in glorious pleasure. Faruqs magnificent body flexing as he delivered each stroke, the whistle and snap of the cane, the groans, the fact that Ahmed was near tears. He had been unable to figure out how much of this scene was familiar replays between intimate cousins and how much was new and being made up on the spot. Either way, it was as hot as it gets and he was delirious with pleasure.
"Now, Jack, up here and take your stripes," commanded Faruq. "Its nine for you". Jack gulped in anticipation and his _c_o_c_k_ started to soften as the prospect of serious pain loomed again. He had the impression that Faruq had exerted greater strength on Ahmeds beating and wondered if the first three he had received earlier were representative of what was to come.
He soon found out. Once bent over the desk again and instructed in what he was to say after each stroke, he tensed himself for the first stroke. When it came, it was with tremendous force. The cane whistled loudly before contact and, despite the trousers and briefs he was wearing, Jack felt as if the rattan had cut into the soft skin of his buttocks as if he were naked. He yelled and started to stand up.
"Stay still, boy," Faruq growled. Jack subsided onto the table again protesting: "That was too hard, I cant take that sort of force."
"You address me as Sir, boy" Faruq growled again and delivered a second cracking stroke to Jacks backside, although with slightly less force than the first. Jack groaned aloud and glanced at Ahmed, who was standing in the corner as erect as ever. He winked at Jack and blew him a kiss. The third stroke landed and Jack yelled out loud again and started to stand.
"You stay still, boy, or I will have you tied down," said Faruq threateningly. Jack ignored him and remained half standing, rubbing his flaming buttocks. "Farid," shouted Faruq loudly, "bring me the ropes". As if he had been waiting for the call right outside, Farid appeared with numerous lengths of rope. Before Jack could react further, Faruq and Ahmed had taken firm hold of Jack and Farid was already securing one of his ankles to the table leg. Jack struggled but was no match for the stronger two who had hold of him and, within two minutes, was spreadeagled over the table, tied firmly by ankle and wrist to the table legs.
"Now, where were we?" said Faruq as Ahmed returned to his place in the corner and Farid retired to the doorway, from where he watched the proceedings with a strong gleam of interest in his teenage eyes. The fourth stroke came with the same force as the first and Jack yelled again. By the sixth he was sobbing unashamedly. And, just as he had done with Ahmed, Faruq pronounced that the last three would be given on bare buttocks. He ordered Farid to untie Jacks legs and remove his trousers and briefs.
Jack realised that the scene had gone well beyond his expectations and control but also understood that cooperation was probably better than resistance when faced with three against one. He decided to re-enter the spirit of the scene and acquiesced as his legs were untied and Farid reached under him to undo his belt and trousers, slipping the trousers down. Reaching under him again, Farid briefly fondled Jacks rigid _c_o_c_k_ through the damp material of his underpants before grasping the pants and stripping them off roughly. His legs were soon tied again to the desk and Jack could feel the cool breeze playing over the hairs on his buttocks.
The next stroke he received was by far the most painful experience of his life; he screamed loudly and pleaded with Faruq to stop, saying that the game had gone beyond his limit and he wanted to use the safe word, although one had not been agreed beforehand. "You want me to stop caning you, is that it?" said Faruq. "And you will agree to pay a further forfeit if I do?" he asked loudly.
"What is the forfeit?" gasped Jack between his tears and groans. "I dont know yet," replied Faruq airily, "but I am sure I will think of something". Knowing that he could not take the pain of another two strokes and fearing permanent scarring, Jack groaned his assent: "OK, whatever you say". "Right", said Faruq, "Ahmed, get over here. I want you to mount this boy from behind and _f_u_c_k_ him until you are ready to come". "Yes, sir", replied Ahmed with a wide grin, as he moved over to take up position behind Jacks recumbent form and pressed the tip of his still rigid, fat, seven-inch _c_o_c_k_ against Jacks anus. Jack struggled and cried out: "You need to lube me!" Ahmed slapped Jack hard on his buttock and said: "What do you say first?" Jack cried out again at the renewed pain on his inflamed skin but managed to whisper: "Please lube me before you go in, Ahmed."
"A pleasure," said Ahmed, bending forward and spitting mightily into Jacks upturned crack. He spat twice more then spread the saliva up and down the crack with the head of his penis, returning again to press the tip against Jacks now moist hole. Without further warning, he took one step forward and simultaneously gave a single, strong pelvic thrust, burying his _c_o_c_k_ up to the hilt in Jacks hole. Jack screamed again but Ahmed was taking no notice now and started ploughing in and out, well on the way to a climax.
After a minute of violent action, Ahmed gasped: "Im coming". At which point, Faruq cried out sharply: "Stop right there!". Ahmed slowed but did not stop pumping. "Stop, I said", roared Faruq and Ahmed reluctantly slowed to a complete stop.
"As a reward, I am reducing your remaining sentence from five to two strokes," said Faruq and, before Ahmed could react, had stepped behind him and delivered a stinging cut with the cane. Ahmed bellowed and reared up, taking Jack, who was still impaled, with him. Before Ahmed could withdraw, a second fierce cut landed and he jumped forward to avoid the full force ploughing back into Jack as he did so. Jack yelled and Ahmed bellowed again.
"OK, boy, now finish him off" commanded Faruq and Ahmed, needing no second instruction, grabbed Jacks shoulders started to pump him cruelly again. His _c_o_c_k_, which had started to soften with the pain of the last two strokes, instantly hardened again and within 30 seconds Jack felt Ahmeds first spasm of hot cum squirting into his rectum. Ahmed spasmed 8-10 times before collapsing his full weight on Jacks back.
Faruq waited until Ahmed had recovered his breath and then said: "So, Jack, are you ready for your forfeit?"
"What," cried Jack, "he just raped me! That was forfeit enough". "I decide the forfeits around here", replied Faruq sternly, "and you call me Sir. Unless you want your last two strokes after all?"
"No, Sir, please" replied Jack meekly. "Ahmed," said Faruq, "how full are you?"
"Full up, both ends, Sir" replied Ahmed cheerfully, rolling off Jacks back. "Then, Jack, your forfeit is to help Ahmed in the toilet. Do you accept?"
"What exactly is involved?" asked Jack tentatively. "You must let Ahmed pee into you and _s_h_i_t_ over you", replied Faruq brutally. "No way," cried Jack, appalled at this new turn of events. "Fine, then its two strokes plus another four for disobedience. Stand back Ahmed," he said, approaching Jacks back again with the cane raised. "No," cried Jack, "Ill do it!"
"Thats better," said Faruq, motioning to Ahmed to untie Jack.
Jack was led into the simple bathroom: tiled floor and walls, wash basin with mirror, squat toilet, and a shower head projecting from the wall with a drain grille in the floor in the corner furthest from the door. He was instructed to lie on the floor under the shower and did so reluctantly. Faruq stood in the doorway while Ahmed took up position over Jack on the floor. Taking his _c_o_c_k_ in his hand, Ahmed started to pee slowly and deliberately over Jacks body, starting with the legs and working his way up to the head. Jack grunted and turned his head away as his face was doused with the warm stream pouring from Ahmeds _c_o_c_k_.
"Stay still, boy" said Faruq from his vantage point at the door, "one wrong move and youll be bending under the cane again. Now, open your mouth".
Seeing the determined look on Faruqs face, Jack did as he was told and Ahmed directed his now faltering flow into the opening. Jack immediately gagged and retched and tried to spit, as Ahmeds bladder, finally empty, stopped flowing. Ahmed then placed his foot firmly on Jacks face and pressed his head back down to the floor. Next he turned around and squatted down over Jack, with his strong hairy buttocks directly over Jacks face. Jack watched in grim fascination as Ahmeds anus flexed three or four times less than six inches from his face and then started to protrude outwards as a large turd appeared in the aperture and started to slide slowly out. Jack grunted and started to shimmy away, turning his face at the same time.
"You move, boy, and you wont sit down for a week," called Faruq threateningly. Jack glanced in his direction and saw that Faruq had removed his lunghi and was stroking a massive erection of his own as he watched the scene in front of him. Jack stilled and Ahmed repositioned himself slightly and pushed, allowing the turd to detach and roll down the side of Jacks face to settle beside his ear on the floor. It was followed by six or seven more moist movements, slipping out in quick succession to land wetly on Jacks nose, moustache, lips and chin before sliding down the side of his face to join the others on the floor. Jack burst into tears of revulsion and humiliation as Ahmed finally grunted in satisfaction and stood up, turning round to survey the scene.
Faruq now approached Jack and commanded him to a kneeling position facing the wall. Jack, blinded by his own tears and anyway scared of opening his eyes fully for fear of infection, was by now completely cowed and did as he was told, mashing the turds under his knees and legs as he turned. "Head on the floor," commanded Faruq, and again Jack complied meekly.
Faruq spat into Jacks crack, which was already wet from Ahmeds attentions, and kneeled behind him lining up his _c_o_c_k_ on Jacks hole. Just as Ahmed had done, he entered in one strong thrust, without any care for Jacks feelings – but Jack was beyond caring at that point anyway. When he reached his climax, he thrust deep into Jack and filled him with jet after jet of hot cum until Jack felt as if his bowels were awash with heavy cream. Finally, he pulled out and gave Jack a hearty slap on his upturned bottom. "OK, boy, clean yourself up and get this place clean again and then come join us in the other room. Farid will bring you a towel."
As Faruq and Ahmed walked off naked to shower in another bathroom, Jack crawled to the toilet and slumped down onto it, allowing his bowels to open and drain into the hole. When he felt the dripping stop, he crawled back to the shower area and started to pick up the remaining turds, depositing them in the toilet. He then scraped up the rest of the mess as best he could with his bare hands and washed his hands under the bucket beside the toilet, flushing half of the buckets contents into the hole when he finished. He then stooped under the surprisingly warm shower and used the water to clean up the smears on the floor and then started to soap himself last.
Ten minutes later, Jack appeared in the living room wearing the towel around his waist and found Ahmed and Faruq, in clean lunghis, enjoying the last of their beers. "Enjoy that, Jack?" grinned Ahmed as Faruq leapt up and kissed Jack lightly on both cheeks. "Its always a great treat to cane a white bottom, Jack" Faruq whispered. "Sort of reverses 100 years of colonial history and the sight of the nice red lines makes me sooo strong! Hope I didnt hurt you beyond what you like?" And he patted Jacks backside. "Well, actually, you did," said Jack in mock protest. "That one stroke on my bare bum nearly killed me!"
"Yah, Ahmed cant stand many of them either, even though his bums tougher than yours I would say, and the pain really turns him on" replied Faruq. "Can you take it bare?" Jack asked. "Me? I never let anybody near me with a cane. Cant stand the pain at all, covered or bare. I used to be scared to death of the cane at school after my first very painful experience. I would do a deal with the prefect and let him _f_u_c_k_ me in his room instead. He would give me a few taps on the bare bum to produce some faint welts, so the boys in the dorm would think I had received a real punishment with trousers on. And then he would _f_u_c_k_ me over the back of the same chair. Nobody ever guessed. And I wont even let anyone do that to me any more: Im strictly a top these days."
"Hmm," said Jack, "well you are certainly a professional giver even if you have not had much experience in receiving! How did you learn?"
"Just lots of practice," replied Faruq, "mostly on Ahmed, sometimes on Farid or other staff here in the building as serious punishment when they do something really stupid or bad, a few other friends who like to be invited over when they have been naughty, and then occasionally visitors from out of town like you. But a white bum is a rare privilege, as I said."
Farid produced a good dinner, after ostentatiously placing particularly thick cushions for Jack and Ahmed to sit on. Jack, in his post-humiliation embarrassment at what Farid had witnessed, was effusive in his thanks. When Jack had been escorted down to the ground floor and the building guard dispatched for a rickshaw, Jack took his leave of the cousins and promised to look them up on his next visit. Ahmed and Faruq moved back upstairs as the rickshaw and guard approached. As Jack got into the rickshaw, the guard said something to him in the local language and rubbed his buttocks, all the time grinning widely. The rickshaw driver joined in the laughter, as Jack realized that Faruq and Ahmeds activities may not be as discreet as he had thought, or perhaps the building was less sound-proof than he had hoped. Anyway, he grinned back and perched on the edge of the hard seat as the rickshaw wobbled off down the lane.