Pueros

Slaveboy From New York

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Disclaimer added by Céladon Puerulus

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Part One - Pommes

Chapter 1 – New York

(New York, USA, late July 2001)

The Twin Towers were still standing when the exceptionally attractive, fair-haired blue-eyed boy, who lived in a luxurious apartment near to New York's World Trade Center, began to fill a small suitcase for his trip to Africa with his widower father. The man had advised his only child, whose personality everyone considered to be extremely charming, that they should both travel light and so the 13 year-old was only packing what he thought were essentials.

The son had been Christened 'Robert' after both of his grandfathers, who coincidentally shared the same forename. However, the appellation was pronounced somewhat differently in the respective countries of which the elderly men were nationals.

In contrast to the French element of the boy's family, his American relations and friends made use of the English sound of the letter 't' when pronouncing his full name. However, on the western side of the Atlantic Ocean, he was most commonly addressed as 'Rob', whilst on the other he was often alternatively and affectionately called 'Petite Pomme', or 'Little Apple'.

Despite the fact that the word 'pomme' was feminine in gender, Robert did not mind being called such a nickname because he was proud of his home city of New York, or the 'Big Apple'. However, the boy was subsequently to be acutely ashamed when he eventually earned another far less pleasant French title. The derogative was 'Allaitant', a translation of and explanation for which will be provided later.

Robert was the product of a marriage between a father who was a native New Yorker and a mother who was from Nantes in France. The boy's parents had met when they were both rather impecunious young post-graduate students at the Sorbonne in Paris.

Robert's father, quietly but significantly helped and supported by his new spouse, had gone on from the Sorbonne to become an immensely successful multi-millionaire businessman in the high-technology sector back in New York, where he and his wife had established their main home and where their only child was born. The boy therefore happily considered himself to be an American and New Yorker like his male parent. This attitude existed despite being fluent in French and having both dual nationality and a great affection for his mother's homeland and relatives, whom he often visited and who adored their 'Petite Pomme'.

Robert attended one of New York's most prestigious and expensive private schools, where he was very popular with both staff and fellow pupils. The boy also proved to be gifted academically and in sports, being as able with an American football in his hands as with a soccer ball at his feet. He could also out-run and out-swim anyone of his own age.

Robert had needed the comfort of his extended family and large number of close friends after his mother died of breast cancer tragically young when he was only a 10 year-old. The boy's father had subsequently immediately sold all of his lucrative business interests to concentrate on his only son's upbringing, as well as on charitable works, which had previously been his wife's biggest pastime.

Robert's father, rather naturally in the circumstances, gave significant help to breast cancer research. However, the man also fatefully spent a lot of time and money on African charities, which had been the main causes supported by his late wife.

The history of Robert's maternal family indicated that certain forebears had once been involved in the establishment and administration of French colonies in north-west Africa. They were especially associated with what are now the vast but impoverished Islamic Republics of Mauritania, Mali, Niger and Chad, on the southern fringes of the Sahara Desert.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience about France's past colonial exploitation of the region, and familial involvement in such deeds, Robert's mother had directed most of her charitable efforts towards these countries, particularly at the eradication there of a certain still extant social evil. She had even set up her own organisation for the purpose, with the acronym of 'Amasiaf' for short and for which she had used her artistic talents to design a distinctive logo.

The social evil concerned was actually at the forefront of Robert's bright mind, as he excitedly packed his suitcase at the beginning of his school's summer holidays. The boy's father was travelling to Africa on a fact-finding trip and his son had fatefully successfully begged to go with him.

Chapter 2 - Niger

(Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, 1½ weeks later)
(Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, same time)

Robert, who had been comprehensively inoculated in New York against African diseases, and his father spent several days in Niger's capital, Niamey. This city was in the relatively fertile and agricultural south-west of the country, which was watered by the river after which the nation had been named and its tributaries.

In Niamey, Robert's father had vociferously and publicly criticised local politicians for being ineffective about a certain social evil still extant in their country. The man's views were later reported in the 'New York Times' and other distinguished media throughout the world.

Robert and his father had then relocated, via a locally hired four-seat private light aircraft, to the dusty ramshackle town of Agadez in the eponymous desert-like northern region, or 'départment', of Niger. In doing so, they had flown over the vast country's central zone of pasturage.

Robert and his father subsequently flew from Agadez's rundown airstrip, heading for the far north-east of Niger and the remote town of Madama, which was located on a plateau fringing the southern Sahara. They proposed to use the place as a base from which to locate nomadic Tuareg tribesmen and check firsthand on the continued existence of a certain social evil. However, their light aircraft never completed the journey.

The first time that the shocked pilot realised that he was out of fuel was when the aircraft's single engine began to splutter, whilst they flew over the Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert. The relevant storage tank had been deliberately under-filled and the associated gauge sabotaged to provide a false reading. Some of Niger's politicians had not liked criticism from such an important man as Robert's father, which threatened their international aid, much of which actually corruptly went into their own pockets.

"I'm going to have to make a crash landing," the pilot had then announced, whilst desperately searching the arid rocky terrain below for a suitable spot on which to do so. He had already found that the radio was also no longer working and so no distress call could be made.

Unfortunately, nowhere below appeared ideal for the crash landing. Consequently, the pilot was eventually forced to glide towards an area that he knew meant trouble, although hopefully less than if he made an alternative choice.

As the aircraft descended, Robert's father climbed from the front double-seat to his son's similar sitting position behind and covered the boy with his own body, completing his action just as the aircraft hit the ground.

Chapter 3 – Ténéré du Tafassasset

(Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, 1 hour later)

When Robert finally regained consciousness, about an hour after the crash, he instantly knew from the chill on his father's face and hands that his parent was dead. Sight of the man's still-open but lifeless eyes had then confirmed the boy's deeply distressing diagnosis.

The greatly grieving and copiously tearful Robert had, apart from receiving a knock on the head that had rendered him temporarily unconscious, miraculously survived the crash unharmed, thanks to the selfless protection of his father's body. However, the boy discovered that the pilot too was dead and that the now roofless aircraft was a complete wreck.

In the immediate aftermath of the crash, Robert was for a while incapable of doing anything other than cry whilst hugging his dead father. However, the boy's bright mind eventually recovered sufficiently from his acute anguish to enable him to decide that he could not remain where he was presently located.

The extremely cold night would soon descend and Robert therefore reckoned that he had to seek better shelter and preferably help before he froze to death. The immensely sad boy actually would not have minded to exit life at that moment, having now just lost his beloved father to become an orphan. However, he knew that his late parents would not want him to die so young in such circumstances and so he motivated himself at least to attempt to save himself for their sake. He was helped by the thought that they would want him eventually to carry on with their charitable causes, which he now pledged to do in their honour and memory.

Collecting the aircraft's rather small, light and inadequately equipped emergency supply case, Robert therefore set off to walk across the surrounding rocky desert plain, guessing the best direction to take and reluctantly leaving the dead bodies of his father and the pilot behind. The boy, copious tears falling onto the sandy surface at his feet, had previously done his best to cover the corpses with loosened panelling in order to try to protect them from the various scavengers that undoubtedly roamed this arid environment. However, the young American was unsure how effective his efforts would prove to be when challenged by voracious carrion-eaters.

At the time of the crash, Robert had been wearing only a thin red t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, with black briefs underneath, plus brown sandals without socks. However, the boy wisely supplemented this attire by carrying some items retrieved from his suitcase before he began to traverse the surrounding desert. He thought that he would need to wear them to protect him from the overnight cold if he could find no quick assistance.

Robert's most immediate worry, however, was the fact that the aircraft's emergency water container had split during the crash, wastefully spilling the contents. Apart from that contained in a little bottle in the small supply case the boy was also carrying, he therefore had no supply of the precious liquid to save him from rapidly dying of thirst.

Consequently, the need for Robert to find speedy help was urgent.

Chapter 4 – Tuaregs

(Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, 2 days later)

Robert had needed his spare clothing, as he had just spent his second freezing night under the cloudless starry African sky, with only a shallow rock crevice sheltering him from the chilling sandy wind. However, the boy, as he fitfully attempted to sleep in such circumstances, was unsure whether the cold or the howls and other sounds of the sinister animals, with which he alone appeared to share the locale, were to him the most disturbing elements of his current distressful plight.

Nevertheless, as a rather bedraggled and staggering Robert resumed his northerly walk at dawn, he did appreciate that his main worry for the daytime was his now complete lack of water. The struggling boy, who was plagued by flies and was accompanied by vultures circling him overhead and the likes of hyenas tracking him at a respectful distance, correctly doubted that he would survive the day without a taste of the precious liquid.

The relentless sun was later high in the cloudless sky when the now very slow and comprehensively sweat-covered Robert experienced his first mirage. After the hopeful boy eventually staggered to the scene where he expected to discover tents located near to a little green oasis, he instead disappointingly found nothing but dry rock and sand.

Robert's confusion and distress then caused him to begin unthinkingly to drop the items he was carrying. The delusional boy also eventually encountered three more mirages during the course of the long hot afternoon.

Robert had therefore decided to ignore the latest tents that appeared before his tormented eyes until a brown-skinned man, attired in a blue indigo-dyed Arab-like robe with veiled head-dress, and mounted on an ornate saddle on a camel, came riding out to meet him. As the adult did so, the white boy was just beginning to collapse to his knees.

After apparently asking some unanswered queries in an indecipherable language, which Robert was later to discover was called 'Temajeg', the mounted man, armed with a sheathed sword, eventually gave up his questions in favour of dragging Robert onto his camel. He then rode with his young prize back to the local assembly of goatskin tents.

Some subsequent shouts resulted in the appearance from inside a tent of an older similarly dressed and armed man. Robert was later to discover that this adult was the leader of the inter-related ninety-strong Tuareg tribal group, which was currently encamped close to a waterhole and some oasis animal pasturage.

The older man, whose sole visible feature on his veiled face was his eyes, was accompanied by a rather pretty black boy of Robert's own age, who was attired only in a skimpy brown one-piece camel-hide loincloth. However, the 13 year-old also strangely displayed around his neck a broad silver-coloured steel collar, with four affixed rings at the front, back and sides, and similar smaller adornments on his wrists and ankles.

The boy's collar, wristlets and anklets were all clearly engraved with the outline of a scorpion. He also exhibited what looked like a portrayal of the same arachnid in dark paint on the middle of his chest, although the precise nature of the mark was difficult to discern because of his black skin.

The dishevelled and parched Robert was dismounted from the camel to be presented to the family elder, who began to address the white boy in disjointed French, which was the official language of Niger and which the young bilingual American could understand. In reply, the 13 year-old tried to explain his background and current distressing circumstances to the man, who rather incongruously then started to smile.

Meanwhile, the rest of the tribal family group, comprising other veiled men and unveiled women, some with headscarves, plus their offspring, gathered to surround their elder. They wanted to see the dirty white boy in a grubby t-shirt and soiled pairs of jeans and sandals, who had suddenly appeared in the midst of their encampment. As they did so, Robert noticed that other much less well dressed women, with brass wristlets and anklets, plus some similarly adorned young children, continued nearby to attend to menial chores.

After hearing Robert's tale without comment, the family elder asked the boy, in his apparently very poor French, whether he would like some water. The young American naturally accepted the offer with intense enthusiasm.

The black boy in the loincloth and with the strange body ornamentation was subsequently seemingly commanded in the local tongue to run to collect a large pottery beaker full of water, with which he quickly returned. However, he did not then give the cup to Robert but instead handed it to the family elder.

The family elder then proffered the beaker to the desperate Robert but only after addressing the white boy in the man's own Temajeg language and then strangely concluding his brief discourse with a question in French. The latter enquired "Do you agree?"

Robert was, of course, confused by the latest exchange of words but was too desperate for the water to query the situation. The boy therefore simply replied "oui" to whatever the man was asking, which he believed could not be of great significance. His young throat was soon rewarded for his positive answer with the delightful pleasure of receiving the much-needed refreshing contents of the cup.

Meanwhile, the black boy collected a chair for the family elder to sit on. The tribesman did so just as Robert finished his drink.

"So, American," the now sitting family elder then advised Robert, in accented but suddenly articulate French, which indicated that he had once received an excellent education somewhere, "by your own agreement and subsequent symbolic acceptance of my life-saving water, you have pledged yourself to be my slave for life." "You may serve alongside this young Hausa," the man went on to inform, whilst referring to the black boy and simultaneously licking his lips under his veil at the thought of also being attended by the young white beauty, "as my intimate personal servant."

"Remove your clothes," the tribal elder subsequently proceeded to command of the tricked and aghast Robert, "as you'll no longer need such garments. In future, you'll only wear, if anything, a loincloth like the young Hausa here, as well as an identical but ebony slave neck collar and similar wristlets and anklets, which will be without linking chains only when you can be trusted not to attempt to run away."

"Also like the young Hausa and my other male slaves," the tribal elder then notified, "your genitals will additionally be tightly ringed and your chest will be branded with my mark, as a permanent reminder of your slave status!"

Part Two - Esclaves

Chapter 5 – Enslavement

(Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, early August 2001)

Much of Niger is basically a vast land-locked expanse of semi-desert. The country is mainly inhabited by black Hausa, Songhai, Djerma, Fulani and Beriberi-Manga peoples, with a small minority in the northern wastes of lighter-skinned Tuareg nomads, whose male adults are nicknamed 'blue men of the desert' because of their traditional indigo-dyed attire. They are descendants of North African Berbers displaced southwards by Arab invaders in the 7^th century.

It is also estimated that today there are about 45,000 slaves, or 'esclaves' in French', in Niger, mainly belonging to the roughly 300,000 transient Tuaregs. This situation persists despite the fact that slavery was finally made illegal in the country in May 2004.

The new law, which makes slave ownership liable to a punishment of up to 30 years in prison, is, however, really only a sham. The legislation was introduced primarily to ease the way for Niger to receive international aid, much of which is corruptly intercepted by politicians.

In order to help boost such aid after a period of serious drought, one important Tuareg chieftain even announced in March 2005 freedom for the 7,000 slaves belonging to his tribal confederation. However, no-one turned up for the emancipation ceremony.

The law continues to be ignored by the largely nomadic Tuareg slave-owners, who live, ignoring international frontiers, in the most remote, barren and sparsely populated northern area of Niger, plus adjacent similar terrain in neighbouring countries. They appreciate that the legislation is virtually unenforceable against tribes roaming such vast desolation in very poor countries, which possess relatively puny, and anyway unenthusiastic and easily bribed, police and military resources.

The Islamic Tuareg tribesmen have brown skin colours and consider themselves superior to the black Africans, whom they have as slaves. They also ignore the tenets of their religion, which normally forbids the enslavement of fellow Muslims but which they have adapted to suit their lifestyle. They instead propound the idea that their darker menials can achieve paradise by serving their masters well.

Slavery in Niger also extends amongst the local nomadic tribes to the neighbouring countries of Mauritania, Mali and Chad, and dates back to pre-colonial times, when major trade routes traversed the lands from sub-Saharan Africa to important Arab commercial centres, such as Cairo and Tripoli. There were huge slave markets in these northern cities, where large numbers of black-skinned captives from the south were the main commodities. The Tuaregs were the principal middlemen in this appalling but ancient business.

The slaves of today, frequently identified by their enforced wearing of brass wristlets and anklets, were mainly born into their servitude, being primarily the descendants of people captured during past and now largely forgotten regional conflicts or simply kidnapped for the purpose. Children are generally separated from their parents at an early age to break family bonds and, as well as being traded, are sometimes passed on to other owners as gifts, including forming parts of dowries.

The slaves usually live in makeshift shelters alongside their masters' superior goatskin tents and their main purpose in life is to allow their owners an existence of relative ease. The men look after the herds of cattle, sheep and goats, whilst the women perform domestic chores, including cooking and washing.

The women also care for their masters' offspring, chickens and camels and move their owners' tents four times per day so that they are always in the shade. Slave children work as well, including helping the females collect water, which, in such an arid and hot environment, can take up half of the day.

Physical and sexual abuse of both slave adults and children is common. Punishments for misdemeanours can be very severe. For example, one Niger newspaper reported that a boy was badly mutilated for being disobedient, an incident about which this story will later provide greater detail.

Young girls are also frequently given to men, both to satisfy adult lusts and to make the young victims become regularly pregnant from an early age in order to help produce the next servile generation. Some male owners additionally believe that possession of personal boy slaves increases their social standing. Use of such youngsters by their masters as sex-toys, often shared with guests, is also not unusual, despite Islamic proscription of homosexuality and pederasty. Tuareg culture instead makes them relatively carefree about openly exhibiting such inclinations.

Robert naturally protested vociferously at the Tuareg elder's suggestion that the boy was now the man's slave. "I'm both an American and a French citizen," he advised in desperation, "so you can't enslave me. People will also be searching for me and you'll be in serious trouble if you abuse me rather than provide me with appropriate hospitality!"

"But, boy," the family elder replied, "you are not in America or France but in the remote lands of the Tuareg people, who have no real nationality and respect no borders or the customs or laws of others. You are under our jurisdiction, and as you have accepted my life-saving water in return for agreeing to become my slave, I am fully entitled to expect you to fulfil your pledge. Meanwhile, people might indeed be looking for a missing aircraft at this moment. They might even discover the crash site and two bodies. However, I don't believe that they'll spend long looking for the third person involved, given the time lapse and the obvious evidence that you had little water. They'll instead presume that you wandered off to die somewhere else, where your flesh was quickly devoured by carrion-eaters and your skeleton scattered as the scavengers fought over your bones. I'm sure that they won't waste much energy on trying to find evidence for their belief and so, as far as the rest of the world will soon be concerned, you'll be as dead as your father and the pilot. Nevertheless, just in case, I'll take the precaution of moving our encampment far to the east, towards the border with Chad, where you'll never be suspected of being!"

Robert immediately thought of his father's brother, whom he had always disliked because of his selfishness and meanness, and who would inherit his sibling's millions if the son was pronounced dead. The boy believed that his avaricious uncle would undoubtedly seek a quick end to any search for his nephew and instead try to obtain a rapid legal presumption of his demise in order to acquire the huge monetary bequest. Such an uncomfortable conviction only reinforced the family elder's disturbing suggestion that, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, he would soon be considered dead.

"But I didn't know what I was agreeing to when I accepted your water," Robert next desperately protested, whilst tears of fear and frustration formed in his sensuous blue eyes. Both the statement and the ocular dampness immediately indicated to the perceptive and happy family elder that the boy had reluctantly accepted what the tribesman had just said and that he was at the mercy of Tuaregs.

"That's not my fault," the family elder now responded, "as you had the opportunity to query what I was asking of you at the time. However, you did not do so but instead just agreed 'oui' to my offer of water and life in return for serving forever as my personal slave."

"But what would you have done if I had queried the words, which I couldn't understand because you were speaking in your own tribal language, and then answered 'non' to your offer?" Robert asked amidst mounting panic. "I'd have refused you water," the family elder bluntly replied, "until you decided to agree to my proposal, which I believe you would have eventually done in preference to dying of thirst!"

"So," Robert next commented forlornly, "I was, from the first moment I arrived here, going either to become your slave or to die of thirst." "No," the family elder responded, "as your fate was decided only after you told me your story. I then realised that I could do what I wanted with you because no-one outside this encampment would expect you to be still alive or to find any trace of you."

"I therefore recommend that you comply with my order to strip," the Tuareg elder subsequently suggested, "because disobedient slaves are severely punished. See those two wooden stakes over there."

The distraught Robert, now devoid of any further protestations to make, followed the family elder's outstretched right arm and forefinger to the place where two sturdy wooden posts, about a metre apart and to which metal rings were fixed at the tops and bottoms, appeared to be firmly embedded into the ground. Noticing that the boy's gorgeous but currently damp blue eyes had focused on the vertical objects, the tribesman then advised "We take the stakes everywhere we go. They terrify our slaves, be they men, women or children, as they know that they'll be chained naked between them to be punished for any misdemeanours. Their presence aids discipline and I recommend that you take heed of their existence. Become a good obedient white servant alongside the menial blacks or find yourself bound there, receiving just severe penance!"

"Now strip, boy," the family elder commanded, "or I'll have your clothes forcibly removed and then your naked body tied between the stakes and whipped until you're ready to obey my commands!" Several tears then began to drip down Robert's beautiful face, as he realised that he had little choice but to comply with the Tuareg tribesman's order, which was made worse because there were so many spectators, including females.

Robert was brave but also sensible. The boy appreciated that a show of resistance might temporarily boost his pride. However, he also realised that this would soon prove to be futile, as his honour was subsequently destroyed by being forcibly stripped and then publicly flogged until he eventually capitulated, as he undoubtedly would, to the will of the family elder. He also recognised that suffering unnecessary injury might harm the last plan for salvation that he believed remained to him, namely eventual escape from this nightmare. He was determined that he would somehow achieve this feat, if only to fulfil his pledge to his dead parents to survive in order sometime to carry on their charitable works, of which the major aim was ironically the elimination of slavery.

The acronym of his mother's 'Amasiaf' organisation stood for 'Americans Against Slavery In Africa'. However, neither Robert's late parents nor their son had ever imagined in their worst nightmares that the boy himself would someday become a victim of the evil practice.

In view of the threats made, Robert finally accepted that he would have to obey the family elder and remove his clothes. As the boy reluctantly did so, he also realised that he would soon be demeaning himself further, as he planned to beg the tribesman not to have him subsequently branded and adorned with metalwork like the young black slave.

Robert knelt to unbuckle his dusty brown sandals in order to remove them from his otherwise bare feet. All of the watching Tuaregs immediately grinned at the young American's sudden submission to the will of their smirking leader, although the smiles on the unveiled faces of the females quickly disappeared when a shouted command from the tribal elder dismissed them back to their tents.

As Robert subsequently stood to remove his red t-shirt, he was glad to notice the clearly disappointed females departing, which meant that the shame of his imminent public nudity would be lessened, although about forty males of all ages remained. The boy correctly surmised that his nakedness before the Tuareg women and girls in such circumstances would be against a tenet of their particular version of Islam.

Robert's red designer t-shirt soon rested on top of his shed sandals on the sandy ground and so his trembling fingers now reluctantly ventured to the waist-button of his equally expensive light blue jeans. This was quickly unfastened to allow the boy to unzip his fly, after which his hands reached to the sides of the tight trousers in order to push the garment slowly downwards.

As Robert began to push his jeans downwards, he noticed a movement in the Tuareg elder's veil that suggested that he was licking his lips. The highly intelligent boy was not sexually ignorant and therefore began to recognise in horror what some of his duties as a personal slave for the tribesman was likely to include. However, his reaction to this terrible realisation was both incongruous and embarrassing, as he felt his own suddenly unruly cock twitch with guilty excitement.

Robert, as he completed his passage through puberty, had appreciated that he was physically attractive to others because he had often seen the signs in their expressions when they looked at him. Whilst recently productively masturbating in the privacy of his bed at night, he had also often fantasised about indulging in sex with another, guiltily usually with other beautiful boys rather than gorgeous young women. It now appeared that at least some of his fancy might come true but in circumstances that were more nightmarish than dreamlike, and that involved a probably old and ugly man, although such a supposition was difficult to confirm, given the family elder's comprehensively covered body and veiled face.

Tuareg men wear blue turbans, or 'sheshes', with veils, or 'tidjelmousts', on their head, with similarly coloured flowing robes covering their bodies and various types of amulet adorning their bodies. Unlike with other Islamic peoples, only the males cover their faces. Females go bareheaded if unmarried or sport a headscarf if wed.

The feel of Robert's cock hardening now caused him to pause the descent to the ground of his jeans. The boy wanted the ill-disciplined penis to soften before completing this particular element of his disrobing, as otherwise the tight and skimpy black briefs, which represented his last cover, would exhibit to all clear evidence of his shameful arousal. However, he was dissuaded from dallying when the family elder then impatiently advised "If you delay any longer, I'll order my multi-stranded whip fetched and your now bare back will receive undoubtedly excruciating blows from the implement's hard leather thongs!"

As a consequence of this further threat, Robert's jeans were soon at his ankles and not long afterwards on top of the previously discarded t-shirt and sandals. However, the boy's subsequent attempt to hide behind his hands the obvious excited bulge in his briefs was too late to prevent many of the watching forty or so Tuareg males, including children, from laughing at his embarrassment.

Robert's belated effort to avoid humiliation was also short-lived, as the family elder next insisted "Now remove your briefs and stand with your hands on your head. Once you do so, the young Hausa here will remove your discarded clothing for later resale and fetch some water to wash your grimy body in readiness for the formal enslavement ritual."

Robert now reluctantly reached for the sides of his skimpy black briefs. However, before the boy pushed downwards, he asked desperately of the family elder "Do you really, Sir, have to brand me and attach to me the metal ornaments the young Hausa possesses? I instead beg you not to do so."

The family elder was happy to hear Robert use the respectful title of 'Sir' in respect of him but nevertheless felt obliged to correct the boy about the proper term to use. "You will call me and all fellow Tuaregs 'master' in future, regardless of age or gender," the tribesman suggested, "or be punished. Do you understand, young American?"

"Yes….master," Robert answered, for the first but certainly not the last time. "That's better," commented the Islamic family elder, who, like his fellow watching Tuaregs, was relishing the humiliation of a young Christian representative of the most powerful nation on the planet.

The family elder then proceeded to advise Robert "The steel neck collar, wristlets and anklets are tribal customs. As a Tuareg slave, you therefore cannot be spared wearing them. However, the genital ring and brand are traditional only to me and I shall reconsider their use if you now conclude your undressing in the manner ordered and are subsequently obedient to all my wishes."

On hearing this glimmer of hope, Robert took a deep breath and finally reluctantly lowered his skimpy briefs to his ankles, allowing his completely smooth genitals to be publicly viewed by forty or so male Tuaregs for the first time. After placing the latest discarded garment on top of his previously shed attire, the boy then stood up straight and placed his hands on the silky straight fair hair of his sublime head. His action allowed the spectators full view of his currently grubby but nevertheless inherently gorgeous, perfectly proportioned naked body, which now embarrassingly publicly revealed in all of its glory his slender fulsome uncircumcised erection.

Further laughter emerged from the surrounding crowd, which was amused at the obvious shame of the blushing and humiliatingly aroused white boy. Their hilarity increased when their elder said something to them in their native tongue before considerately providing a translation in French for Robert.

"I've told my fellow Tuaregs," the family elder declared, "that I look forward to making a good Muslim of you and having that shameless penis of yours circumcised in accordance with religious doctrine!" Robert's facial blush immediately intensified at the thought that his cock might lose its copious foreskin. However, the miscreant erect member concerned reacted differently to the idea, masochistically beginning to rise from the horizontal to point vertically towards the boy's cute navel, whilst visibly throbbing.

"I'd much prefer to remain a Christian," Robert then lied, believing that he had to try to tempt any notions of his conversion to Islam from the family elder's mind, if only to save his foreskin. However, now having tragically lost both of his parents and finding himself in his present dire circumstances, the boy was, in fact, currently an atheist. He believed that there could not possibly be a God, for surely no benevolent deity could inflict such cruelty on him.

"There is no possibility of that," the family elder sinisterly retorted, in respect of Robert's supposed desire to remain Christian, "as Islam will be beaten into you if necessary. I assure you that you will convert and that you will actually eventually welcome your circumcision as confirmation of your acceptance of the true faith, if only to stop the beatings!"

"You will also be beaten," the family elder continued, "if you ever again speak to me or any other Tuareg without receiving permission or having a good reason to do so. I do not consider that either advising me of your religious preference or your obvious concern for the future of your foreskin is sufficient excuse for talking to me without authority. Do you understand, young American?"

"Yes….master," Robert again answered. Meanwhile, obeying more instructions from the Tuareg elder, the black slaveboy had gathered up the young American's discarded clothes and collected a leather bucket containing clean cool soapy water.

The black slaveboy then used a cloth to wash the accumulated grime carefully off Robert's divine nude form, on which the cock remained determinedly hard. In fact, the unruly penis was almost brought to disgraceful climax when the erection and the delightfully spherical scrotum dangling underneath momentarily became the attention of the Hausa's delicate cleansing technique.

The family elder's hidden grin, plus the similar smiles of the other tribal males watching, now broadened as Robert's full array of paler skin gradually emerged from under the grime to confirm a white boy of delectable physical perfection. Many adult Tuareg cocks, including that of their leader, also simultaneously grew in size at the cleaner vision of their new slave and prospective sex-toy.

After the Hausa slaveboy had concluded his chore, another command in the local language saw him scurrying off with the bucket. The abashed and blushing Robert then received an order of his own in French.

"Turn round very slowly, young American," the family elder commanded, "so that we can all examine your naked body from all angles." Robert, now wishing that the Earth would open up and swallow him, reluctantly complied. However, as he did so, the shocked boy realised that he was actually experiencing several simultaneous intense and sometimes conflicting emotions.

Robert was acutely afraid and ashamed, as was evidenced by his bodily trembling and maintained facial blush. However, the boy had also never previously experienced sexual excitement of such intensity, as was exemplified by his vertical vibrating erection.

Robert's sexual excitement even surpassed that experienced during his most pleasurable acts of masturbation, which he had proudly noted had recently begun to culminate in not only delicious orgasm but also the ejaculation of some semen. The boy now knew that his form was attractive to many of the watching Tuaregs and part of him was currently somehow shamelessly delighted to be exhibiting his nude white body to the brown-skinned tribesmen surrounding him.

Robert's humiliating but also strangely exciting exhibition of his naked form was temporarily halted halfway towards completion, when his back was now turned towards the family elder. Whilst in this position, the boy was ordered by the tribesman to stop, spread his legs and bend over to grasp his ankles.

Robert's upturned still-reddened face, peering backwards through his splayed legs, just below his resolutely erect cock, then saw the family elder stand up from his chair and approach the boy's vulnerable bare bottom. The young American then emitted a low gasp of surprise when the tribesman gently spread the 13 year-old's buttocks apart to examine carefully and apparently expertly the child's subsequently exposed pink sphincter.

The family elder subsequently again shouted something in his native tongue to his fellow Tuaregs, who all cheered as a result. Releasing Robert's buttocks, the tribesman then patted the boy on the bottom and advised him that "I've just announced that you're still an anal virgin!" The young American was somehow not impressed with this information, as he suspected that such a status would not now last for much longer.

Robert was then instructed to stand again, replace his hands on his head and resume his earlier debasing slow turning of his naked body, whilst the family elder returned to his seat. As the boy complied, his cock shamefully not only seemed harder and more vertical than ever but also began to dribble a little clear precum. The red facial hue of the young American intensified as a consequence but he nevertheless eventually concluded his degrading task.

By the time that Robert had finally finished showing off his sublime naked and aroused body from all angles to the delighted Tuaregs, the black slaveboy had returned with a square wooden box, each side of which measured about 60 centimetres or 24 inches. The container was handed to the still sitting, family elder, who opened the lid and placed the receptacle on the ground beside his chair.

The black slaveboy then approached Robert, who obediently still had his hands on his head, and began to measure his fellow 13 year-old's waist and loin area with a long piece of knotted string. "The Hausa is establishing how big your new loincloth, which will be made immediately by a slave woman, needs to be to fit perfectly," the watching family elder informatively advised the young American.

After the black slaveboy subsequently departed with his measurements, Robert next saw that the box adjacent to the family elder contained, amidst chains, variously sized steel collars and other rings. Most of these were silvery in colour, like those attached to the young Hausa, although some were ebony.

The purpose of the steel adornments was confirmed when Robert received his next commands. "Approach me and kneel in front of me, young American," the family elder ordered, "so that you are in a position to kiss both of my boots as ritual acceptance of your enslavement and symbol of your complete subservience to the will of your new master. I shall then reward you by attaching the appropriately sized metal collar, wristlets and anklets of enslavement to your body. Meanwhile, please remember that your subjection to genital ringing and branding remain under my consideration and any failure to fulfil my instructions obediently and quickly might prove unfortunate for you!"

Hearing this threat, Robert rapidly found himself embarrassingly on his knees and kissing the family elder's leather boots, whilst cheers of approval were heard from the watching Tuaregs. The boy was then rewarded for his humiliating action by feeling his slim neck being engulfed by a wide and cool heavy steel collar, which had been carefully selected for size and had originally opened jaw-like at a hinge but now snapped firmly shut into place.

Unlike the similar silvery collar worn by the black slaveboy, the steel of Robert's new heavy neck adornment was ebony in colour. The boy correctly presumed that the difference in hues was meant to help highlight the presence of such degrading ornamentation against contrasting skin shades.

Robert had noticed that, like the collar worn by the black slaveboy, his own possessed four sturdy metal rings, immovably affixed to the sides, back and front, where there was also the engraved outline of a scorpion. The young American had momentarily shivered at sight of the insignia, as he remembered that he had also seen the motif branded onto the chest of the similarly aged Hausa.

"I bartered these," the family elder advised Robert, referring to the metal devices that he was beginning to attach to the boy, "from an Arab trader in return for a young slave girl. They cleverly lock automatically when closed shut. However, to be reopened, they need keys, which I have long since thrown away to ensure that there's no possibility of easily shedding the steel adornments because they now need serious tools to secure removal. You'll therefore have to hope that the slight room I've left to allow for your future bodily growth when choosing the sizes will be sufficient to prevent eventual discomfort and even injury!"

As the family elder informed Robert about the disposal of the keys, he kept another fact from the boy. The tribesman appreciated that he could also sometime barter the young white American to Arab traders for far greater reward that he had once secured for a black slave girl.

The family elder knew that certain wealthy Arabs delighted in secretly possessing young pretty American children as slaves and he realised that he could command a very high price for Robert. However, the tribesman was in no rush to trade the boy, whom he would instead first use as his new sex-toy until he tired of him.

"Now hold out your hands, young American," the family elder next commanded of the still kneeling Robert, "to receive your wristlets!" The boy meekly complied and soon his wrists were engulfed by similar but smaller versions of the ebony collar, also carefully selected for size by the tribesman and both displaying the engraved scorpion motif.

"You may now stand, young American," the family elder subsequently ordered, "to receive your anklets!" Robert was then compelled to rest one foot on the sitting tribesman's lap whilst the first ornament was attached to the still shamefully naked and publicly aroused boy.

The substitution of Robert's other leg on the family elder's lap later resulted in the attachment of the second anklet. As the boy subsequently returned his foot to the sandy ground, he could now fully appreciate the significant weight, as well as the symbolic degradation, of his new bodily ornamentation and sincerely hoped that he would receive no more.

Unfortunately, Robert's fervent hope was now immediately dashed. On some further commands from the family elder, four other younger and stronger tribesmen stepped forward and grabbed hold of the shocked white boy and dragged him towards the two wooden stakes to which their leader had earlier referred.

"What are you planning?" a rightly extremely worried Robert subsequently loudly asked, as chains were produced by the black slaveboy, who had just returned from his latest mission, involving passing on the necessary measurements for the manufacture of a new small loincloth to a slave woman. The purpose of these restraints then became quickly evident.

The chains were used to attach the Robert's wristlets and anklets to the matching rings on the sturdy stakes so that his arms and legs were firmly splayed between the posts. The naked boy's bondage was rapidly achieved with little trouble because he had been too shocked to struggle much.

The family elder now appeared before the vertically spreadeagled Robert to answer the boy's desperate query. "I have, as promised," the tribesman announced, whilst holding a little black steel circlet in his right hand, "considered your entreaty, young American, not to have your genitals ringed and your form branded. My decision is to deny your plea."

"Your enslavement ritual," the family elder continued, "will therefore be concluded forthwith with such further adornment of your naked body. I shall also whip you for talking without permission and with irreverence. You asked a question that not only was unauthorised but also insultingly failed to use the term 'master' whilst addressing me!"

Robert's jaw dropped on hearing the family elder's appalling announcement and whilst the horrified boy was momentarily lost for words. However, any subsequent idea he might have developed to beg further was then instantly thwarted when his conveniently open mouth was efficiently gagged by a strip of folded cloth tied round his lovely head.

The family elder then condescended to kneel before Robert. However, the tribesman's action was not of reverence but was a prerequisite for ringing the genitals of the boy, whose cock had considerately suddenly returned to flaccidity because of the shock induced by the latest alarming developments in his life.

Robert now glanced down to observe that his softened cock had been encased by the little steel circlet held by the family elder, who was now manipulating the nice scrotum below in order also to try to coerce the boy's balls, one by one, through the ring. The young American next felt pain, as the attempt to force the first testicle to comply with the tribesman's wish proceeded.

Robert's gag prevented him from screaming the suggestion that his testicle was simply too big to pass through the steel circlet. The now tearful boy's suspicion was also proved incorrect when the ball concerned suddenly protruded through the ring and the family elder then began to try to achieve the same success with the other small reproductive organ, whilst inflicting even greater pain on his young American victim.

Robert's face was soon awash with tears, as his genital torture relentlessly continued. The boy believed that his second testicle would surely be crushed or at least badly damaged if the family elder succeeded in forcing the ball through the ring. However, another of the young American's assumptions was disproved when the tribesman, with one last excruciating push, concluded his task whilst causing much pain but no permanent harm.

The Tuareg elder had ringed many slaveboys and was expert at not only perpetrating the deed successfully but also correctly judging the diameter of circlet to be used. Robert should perhaps have been grateful for the tribesman's expertise but, as his damp eyes glanced down to his hurting genitals, now degradingly tightly encased by slim but strong black steel, he found difficulty in conjuring up such thankfulness.

Robert instead looked down in anguish at his freshly adorned genitals. The boy then noticed that his new tight-fitting black cockring encouraged his sexual organs to be more noticeable in two ways.

First, the black colour of the steel nicely highlighted his encased white genitals. Second, the circlet encouraged his sexual organs to stand out from his groin more prominently than previously. Robert was later also to discover that the ring helped to concentrate rather than diminish local blood-flow, a phenomenon that was to produce more intensive orgasm.

As Robert contemplated the changed display format of his genitals, the family elder stood up to address the boy again, advising "I suggest that you never attempt to remove the ring. Such action will cause you to suffer not only pain and possible damage in the attempt but also severe punishment at my hands. Permanent harm will also soon become inevitable, as your sexual organs grow and your balls become too big to be squeezed through without serious injury!"

When Robert then looked up from his ringed genitals and cast his damp blue eyes on the family elder again, he saw that the smiling tribesman now held a short multi-stranded whip in his hand. "I'll flog your buttocks once," the Tuareg leader next declared, "as punishment for speaking without permission and with irreverence, and to give you a brief taste of what further disobedience will mean. Naturally, any future chastisement will be far more comprehensive than what you are now about to endure before I personally brand you!"

The family elder then relocated to Robert's rear, whilst the boy's current anguish was intensified by not only the thought of receiving one lash of the nasty-looking whip across his curvaceous bottom but also the reminder that he was to be imminently branded. However, the young American did not have much time to contemplate his awful predicament because suddenly his sublime buttocks felt that they were on fire.

Robert had earlier detected the loud whoosh and strong draught of the rapidly approaching whip, just before the many cruel and hard leather thongs struck his bare white flesh. The boy also heard his own scream, muted by his effective gag, as the extreme agony induced on his bottom seared through his vulnerable naked body, whilst laughter erupted around him.

Robert could not, of course, observe the development but his bottom subsequently began to bruise quickly, with about a dozen initially scarlet but rapidly darkening stripes becoming visible on the delightful curvature. The boy was anyway soon too preoccupied by another matter to bother about the anguish felt by his buttocks, as the smirking family elder had reappeared in front of him, now holding a glowing red-hot branding iron.

Robert recognised the scorpion outline, which formed the red-hot tip of the iron. The boy then tried uselessly to struggle against the chains that resolutely restrained him, as the carrier of the branding tool slowly advanced towards his helpless naked form.

Robert's bladder began to discharge all stored urine, whilst the boy shook his lovely head vigorously from side to side in an effort to plead 'no' to what the family elder now clearly proposed to do to him. However, the tribesman's response disappointed the boy, as the Tuareg simply advised the young American not to show such cowardice and to be still instead, or he might suffer far more bodily damage than just a brandmark.

Robert, bladder now emptied, eventually appreciated the wisdom of the family elder's advice. The boy had finally reluctantly realised that the branding of his form was unavoidable. The young American also did not want to demonstrate cowardice or to cause more serious damaging to himself through his desperate struggles.

Robert therefore bravely calmed his body and mind to accept the inevitable, which continued to advance slowly towards him until the boy could feel the heat of the branding iron, as the red-hot tip hovered just above the centre of his chest, midway between his rosy nipples. The young American was then rewarded for his revised attitude by further acute agony and the sudden smell of his own roasting flesh, as the sign of the scorpion was permanently burnt onto his beautiful bare body.

Blackness then thankfully overwhelmed Robert's tearful eyes and distraught mind when the boy fainted, just as his amazingly re-aroused cock erupted a stream of creamy white ejaculate.

Chapter Six – Survival

(Ténéré du Tafassasset Desert, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, ½ hour later)

When Robert awoke from his faint, he found himself alone on some bedding inside one of the goatskin tents. The boy then looked down his body to confirm the source of his current primary pain, which was the small outline of a scorpion, freshly expertly burnt onto the middle of his chest, precisely midway between his nipples, and apparently currently covered by some transparent ointment.

Robert was currently also adorned with his new heavy neck collar, plus his weighty wristlets and anklets, all of black steel, with his metal leg ornaments connected by some chain. The boy would later discover that the cunning length of the latter would enable him to walk easily but not to run, thereby hindering any attempt at escape.

Robert also experienced some residual pain on his genitals and bottom, undoubtedly resulting respectively from their recent ringing and flogging. However, the boy could not immediately inspect his groin or buttocks to check because he was now wearing his new very skimpy brown camel-hide loincloth, which had been attached to him whilst he was unconscious.

Robert therefore decided to check first his new solitary sparse one-piece garment. The boy discovered that the small square front flap, matched by another covering his bottom, barely hid an underlying minuscule back-less thong, which in turn just about screened the shapely bulge that represented his now ringed genitals.

Robert traced a narrow hide cord that ran from the bottom end of the genital under-covering, from the area of his perineum, up his bumcrack to join another similar thin band, to which the thong and front and rear flaps were stitched. This leather strap was tied in a bow on the boy's right side and tightly traversed his slim waist to retain the whole skimpy garment in place, at least until the knot was unfastened.

Robert then again felt a strange mix of conflicting sensations. His current disturbing circumstances and debasing bodily attire and ornamentation genuinely distressed him, especially when he recalled that not long previously he had been a privileged, expensively dressed schoolboy son of a multi-millionaire American father, living in a luxury apartment in New York.

Nevertheless, despite the pains inflicting his form, Robert also masochistically found his situation and skimpy garb, slave accoutrements and scorpion brandmark somehow sexually stimulating. This strange phenomenon was evidenced by an increase in the size of the bulge in his thong.

Robert eventually returned his lovely head to the soft bedding in order to think through his predicament in order to decide what to do. The boy eventually concluded that he had no choice but to act as a compliant slave for the Tuaregs until the chance arose for him to flee.

Robert finally determined on this necessity for survival, just before the various pains experienced by his gorgeous body dulled sufficiently to allow him to drift into deep sleep.

Part Three - Allaitant

Chapter 7 - Slavery

(Plateau de Tchigaï, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, 1 month later, 11^th September 2001)

Robert's survival strategy had worked so far. The boy had not been further harmed since the day of his enslavement a month previously, nor had he been sexually molested.

Robert was also grateful that he had not yet been subjected to enforced conversion to Islam and resultant circumcision. The boy's copious foreskin was therefore still in place, although he worried as to how long this happy situation would last.

Since Robert's enslavement, the Tuareg family group had concentrated on relocating eastwards to the Plateau de Tchigaï in the remote and desolate far north-east of Niger. The locale was close to the unmarked and largely unguarded border with Chad and was somewhere that surely no-one would search for the missing young American, if indeed anyone now actually cared to bother rather than consider him undoubtedly dead.

The long journey across largely desert terrain under the relentless hot sun in the invariably cloudless sky had been very wearying for Robert. However, after early intense discomfort, the boy's previously tender bare feet had thankfully eventually become hardened and accustomed to walking on stony ground, whilst his pale skin had fortunately tanned evenly without much soreness.

Robert's body was also becoming more accustomed to the matt black steel rings, which now permanently encircled his neck, wrists, ankles and genitalia. As with the boy's feet, a hardening of the skin in the relevant bodily areas had enabled him to lose his early tendency to suffer discomfort and soreness.

Robert had been assigned to join the young black Hausa slaveboy and other similar children in escorting the sheep during the journey. As the young American did so, with anklets now unchained to allow him to run after any straying animals, he recognised that the family group of about ninety Tuaregs owned approximately thirty darker-skinned slaves, comprising a roughly equal number of men, women and children.

The males concentrated on escorting the more troublesome herds of cattle and goats, whilst the females led camels laden with the Tuareg women and children and the tribal group's precious earthly possessions. In fact, the slaves, who now included Robert, performed virtually all of the work throughout the journey.

As well as leading the animals and the Tuareg women and children on their mounts, the slaves also erected and dismantled tents for overnight encampment, cooked, cleaned and sewed. Unlike their masters, who rode their camels, they additionally walked all the way to the Plateau de Tchigaï, where the family elder ordered the establishment of an encampment that would act as home for a while, at least until the animals had consumed all of the sparse local pasturage.

The most embarrassing part of the journey for Robert had been when the family elder instructed him to help lead the sheep whilst naked. The tribesman, who apparently did not like tan-lines, told the boy that he wanted the sun to brown his body evenly all over.

Robert, not being stupid, realised that there was only really one reason why the family elder wanted his body to tan evenly. The tribesman clearly had future aspirations to pleasure himself with the boy's exceedingly attractive form, whilst not being put off by parts being light brown and others white.

Robert's sole consolation when walking whilst naked comprised the fact that the sheep he was helping to shepherd were kept well away by command of the family elder from the camels carrying the Tuareg females, who were therefore unable to view his bare form. However, the young American still found his nudity extremely embarrassing, as no such restrictions were placed on the tribal males or his fellow slaves of both genders, who all seemed to relish the sight of an unclothed and intensely abashed white boy in their midst.

Robert's discomfort was occasionally compounded by the reappearance of his erection, which he could not hide. Like the other slave children, the boy needed his hands to carry sticks to help him guide the sheep.

Robert was therefore very pleased when all of his beautiful body eventually attained a light brown tan, which then remained constant to allow him to wear his loincloth permanently, apart from when he needed to toilet or performed the daily washing of himself and the garment every evening. The latter nightly ritual thankfully took place only in the presence of the other slave children, as they gathered for the purpose in relative private round a single bucket of cold soapy water.

With the exception of the similarly young Hausa, who spent most nights in the family elder's tent, Robert also ate and slept under the same hide canvas as the other child menials, who were not related to any of the other slaves. They had all been separated from their parents and any siblings at a young age in order to break their family ties.

The children's food tended to be scraps left by the Tuaregs and adult slaves. Their bedding comprised old blankets once used but now rejected by their masters.

None of the black slaves ever tried to run away. In the remote and desolate environment in which they currently existed, any attempt would surely either be thwarted and severely punished by pursuing Tuaregs, who were excellent trackers and hunters and rode fast camels, or prove fatal in the virtually waterless desert. There was also nowhere to run to, as they had been born into slavery and had known no life other than that shared with their masters.

Despite now having his limbs unconnected by chains, Robert was astute enough also to realise that now was not the correct time or place at which to attempt escape. He sensibly believed that, before he ever tried, he needed to see some sign of civilisation towards which he could flee. Meanwhile, despite difficulties in communication, he became particularly friendly with the similarly aged black slaveboy, who had kindly organised the manufacture of his skimpy loincloth but spoke no French.

The highly intelligent Robert instead began quickly to pick up some of the Tuareg 'Temajeg' tongue. The boy was helped in his efforts to acquire the ability to speak this language by two factors apart from his own cleverness.

Firstly, there was the practice gained from Robert's attempts to communicate with his fellow 13 year-old slave. Secondly, there was the stimulus provided by the danger of the punishment the boy now knew he might face if he ever failed to obey an order from a Tuareg, of whom only the family elder seemed able to speak French.

Although Robert did not yet appreciate the fact, this family elder was currently planning to celebrate a certain fresh and very valuable acquisition in an appropriate manner with fellow tribal elders. The Tuareg knew roughly where most of these senior tribesmen would be located at this time of year and he proposed to despatch riders to issue the relevant invitations. However, prior to that happy event, he also recognised that he first had to break his new young American slave into compliantly performing particular duties. Such tasks had considerately not been expected of the boy during the recent journey to the Plateau de Tchigaï, whilst he became adjusted to his new demeaning role.

The family elder proposed to introduce Robert to his fresh degrading duties coincidentally on the same day as the Twin Towers collapsed near to the boy's former luxurious home in New York. Naturally, news of this tragedy never reached the Tuaregs or their slaves for many months.

Robert's new similarly aged Hausa friend was sent at dusk to collect the young American, shortly after both had washed their bodies and loincloths. The two 13 year-olds subsequently went into the family elder's large goatskin tent.

Robert next not only noticed the family elder's full bearded unveiled face for the first time but also was shocked to see the tribesman's brown-skinned and hairy naked body. The adult, who now appeared to the young American to be in his mid 50s, was lying on his side facing the boy, on bedding that was clearly arranged to accommodate two people.

The purpose of the invite into the family elder's tent, from which the young Hausa now diplomatically departed, then became immediately apparent to Robert when the hirsute tribesman commanded the boy to remove his loincloth and join him on the bedding. The young American hesitated to obey but not for long.

Robert recalled the pair of wooden stakes that had been relocated to the Plateau de Tchigaï along with the tribal grouping, and which were now nearby, firmly embedded in the ground and awaiting the attachment of any miscreant slaves. Such remembrance encouraged the boy into complying with the family elder's disturbing and embarrassing order. However, as the young American obliged the now eagerly anticipative Tuareg, he himself encountered intense incongruous shameful excitement at the imminent prospect of being sexually molested by his master.

Robert's pubescent hormones had encouraged him, despite his stressful plight, to continue to masturbate regularly in private, generally in the middle of the night. The prospect of imminent sex with another person, albeit a rather old and ugly one, also strangely now stimulated the boy, as his nervous fingers reached for his bare right thigh, on which rested the bow of the slim cord holding his minuscule loincloth in place.

This humiliating phenomenon caused Robert's uncut cock to rise immediately to full erection after he reluctantly untied the bow and allowed gravity to tempt his loincloth to fall to the ground and reveal the full glory of his completely smooth genitalia. The abashed and now blushing boy realised the futility of trying to hide his embarrassment behind his hands when he next began reluctantly to follow the second aspect of the recent command from the family elder, namely walking towards the tribesman.

Robert's hard horizontal cock therefore pointed the direction, as he slowly advanced towards the Tuareg, who was smirking, having seen the clear evidence of the boy's own shameful sexual excitement. The family elder's own large manly circumcised penis, protruding from the thick dark expanse of his genital hair, which virtually hid his large scrotum, had also grown to full erection at the sight of the approaching gorgeous nude boy.

As Robert came close to the family elder, the boy could also now actually observe for the first time the previously hidden manly tongue that licked the Tuareg's lips, in obvious keen anticipation of the imminent pleasures to come. The young American's erection visibly quivered at the sight.

Robert soon found himself besides the bedding on which the family elder was lying but he now again hesitated to complete the Tuareg's recent command. However, the boy's delay was only brief because the tribesman then pulled a short leather crop from under a bedcover.

The family elder did not have to warn Robert verbally about the consequences of prolonged delay. The sight of the crop made the penalty for further hesitation patently obvious to the bright boy.

Consequently, Robert now quickly assumed the required position, lying face-up next to the family elder on the waiting bedding. Immediately after the boy's arrival next to him, the eager Tuareg wordlessly ran one arm under the young American's head to stroke with one set of fingers the silky straight fair hair on the other side, whilst the other began to feel the child's smooth chest before slowly venturing downwards.

Robert then saw the family elder's ugly bearded face appear just above his own before, after fully appreciating the beautiful vision below, approaching to kiss the boy. The young American simultaneously felt the tribesman's hands engulf his young aroused and completely hairless genitalia.

When the lips of the family elder eventually released Robert's much sweeter and rosier variety, the boy could not help but utter a low groan of intense pleasure as the Tuareg's hand continued to explore and fondle him most intimately. This reaction, along with the genital evidence of the young American's sexual excitement, caused the tribesman to make an insulting comment in French.

"You're obviously thoroughly enjoying being an American boy whore!" the family elder remarked, whilst his fingers again gently rubbed Robert's statuesque cock. Rather masochistically, the insult brought the 13 year-old close to orgasm.

This phenomenon was detected by the family elder from Robert's other simultaneous bodily reactions. The boy's sensuous blue eyes had become glazed, his breathing had noticeably quickened and his bottom had actually risen slightly off the bedding, as if desperate to thrust the cock further towards the hand delivering so much enjoyment. The Tuareg therefore ceased his manipulation of the young American's penis and instead resumed his manual exploration of other aspects of the 13 year-old's impeccable naked form.

Robert had strongly disliked being called 'an American boy whore' but the proscription against talking without permission prevented him from protesting, as did the apparent clear proof. He could not help but continue to groan and even begin to writhe in pleasure in apparent confirmation of the family elder's description of him, as the tribesman relentlessly proceeded with his intimate fondling.

The family elder brought Robert close to climax on several more occasions, without his fingers even venturing back to the boy's throbbing cock, but the Tuareg always expertly recognised the signs and restrained his actions to prevent orgasm. Consequently, the frustrated boy was soon desperate to secure sexual relief.

Robert's smooth slender uncut cock was now throbbing wildly and dribbling copious precum, whilst apparently begging to be allowed to cum. However, the family elder initially continued not to oblige until he eventually relented and ordered the boy to assume a position that entailed resting on his hands and knees, with his head looking backwards between his young lithe legs.

As soon as Robert had reluctantly but compliantly adopted this debasing position, and his glazed blue eyes peered at, and gained a good close view of, his rampant penis pointing back towards him, the boy felt a greased manly forefinger gently begin to penetrate his virgin sphincter. The digit subsequently started to ride with equal care in and out of his young anus, causing initial discomfort that gradually transformed into intense pleasure.

"I'm now going to make you cum, American boy whore," the family elder announced, "without anyone touching your cock!" As Robert's anus was subsequently being carefully pleasured by the tribesman's finger, the acutely aroused 13 year-old managed, despite the increasing ecstasy beginning to overwhelm his body, to notice his penis. The rigid organ was so engorged that the copious foreskin had withdrawn to reveal the reddened cockhead, where a long slither of precum was drooling from the urethral slit towards the bedding underneath.

Robert next felt the family elder's free hand gently caressing his uplifted buttocks and this latest pleasurable development finally brought the boy to climax. The young American would later forever recall this orgasm and not just for the accompanying previously unparalleled ecstasy provided.

Robert would also subsequently forever remember the sight presented to his ecstatic glazed blue eyes, as his nearby cockhead exploded with several fulsome spurts of creamy white ejaculate, of previously unsurpassed quantity and most of which splashed onto his own face. However, the boy was temporarily uncaring about such facial despoliation, as he was enjoying unprecedented pleasure.

Robert was eventually brought down from his unparalleled ecstatic high when the family elder withdrew his finger from the 13 year-old's rear orifice and then used his freed hand to slap the uplifted young bottom. "Now, American boy whore," the Tuareg simultaneously advised, "it's your turn to pleasure me. You may begin by sucking my cock before entertaining it with your anus!"

Robert had originally naively hoped that sex with the family elder would not progress beyond the likes of mutual masturbation. The boy's sudden realisation that both his oral and anal orifices were instead humiliatingly to give pleasure to the tribesman's massive hairy cut cock, undoubtedly suffering pain and possible damage in the process, shocked and disgusted him. However, he also appreciated that he had no choice but to comply with the Tuareg's appalling wishes, given the leather crop in the tribesman's possession and the two wooden stakes outside.

Robert, with his own semen dribbling down his face, therefore soon found himself repositioned again as instructed in order to lie face-down between the family elder's splayed legs, ready to accept the tribesman's large precum-covered cockhead into his trembling young mouth. The fact that the boy had just climaxed, and so was experiencing a natural post-sex low and consequent distaste for further immediate similar action, did not help the young American face his distasteful task with any enthusiasm.

Chapter 8 – Saudi Arabia

(Eastern Nejd Plateau, central Saudi Arabia, same time)

The little desert oasis, in one of the most remote parts of the eastern Nejd Plateau in central Saudi Arabia, had once been inhabited by peasants, whose livelihoods mainly stemmed from the growing of dates. However, they had been bought out by an enormously rich Sheikh, whose immense wealth derived from oil and the fact that he was a member of the local royal family.

The Sheikh had then built at outrageous cost, given the remote setting, a palatial residence at the lonely oasis, ostensibly to allow him to spend some time in quiet seclusion to read the Koran and pray to Allah. He overcame the problem of poor access by having a pad constructed for his helicopter.

The Sheikh, a fanatical and extreme but also sexually hypocritical Muslim, additionally overcame the potential problem of confidentiality for his proposed real activities at the oasis by employing a small well-vetted coterie of staff, which was completely loyal. Such trustworthiness stemmed from their high salaries, shared views, including their intense anti-Americanism, and predilections and the fact that crossing their very influential and powerful boss might prove fatal.

The Sheikh was currently inspecting the new freshly equipped basement facilities of his new desert residence. These comprised a number of specially furbished rooms.

There were several small windowless cells, each furnished with a bunk with composite headrest but no covers, plus toilet, sink and curtain-less shower. There were also some bedside shelves, on which pornographic books of a particular kind rested, and a television screen and closed-circuit camera, both high up on the narrow opposite wall, above the sturdy metal entrance door, which possessed a spyhole for people outside to look in but not vice-versa.

The basement also boasted a large entertainment room. Here, several very comfortable armchairs, with low box-tables in front, surrounded a small circular wooden platform, onto which a number of other closed-circuit television cameras and spotlights focussed.

Pictures from the cameras were fed to screens embedded into each of the box tables. The selection of personal television shots to view was made by means of control panels, featured in an armrest of each of the chairs, behind one of which was a large king-size bed.

The Sheikh had already inspected these amenities and was therefore looking around the last of the freshly equipped basement rooms. This facility was another large chamber, fitted out with a comprehensive array of punishment and torture devices.

There were many metal rings firmly embedded in the floor and walls. There was also a wide selection of chains and manacles, plus some stocks, including one that forced those attached to kneel in a bent-over posture on the stone floor to allow an adjustable screw mechanism to aim a large metal dildo at their uplifted vulnerable anuses. Electric pulleys also provided various ceiling bondage points.

There was a sturdy wooden table, with bondage rings around all of the edges, and a modern electric-powered rack, upon which the stretching of victims could be controlled and gauged by use of knobs and dials. There was also a large spiked wheel upon which people could additionally be affixed, as well as revolved, and a horse, whose apex comprised sharp metal and a vertical impaling dildo.

There was a large free-standing wooden cross on which crucifixions could be re-enacted. A rod protruding firmly from the vertical beam was designed to accommodate the victims' rectums. Also embedded in the ground nearby was a tall and broad adjustable metal impaling spike.

There was a narrow rectangular pit over two metres deep and into which taps could pour specially chilled water, to the point of drowning any occupants if necessary. A longer and shallower cavity along part of one wall was overlooked by a series of showerheads, and there were also hoses that could similarly drench and freeze victims.

Hanging from hooks and pegs on another wall was a copious collection of canes, crops, straps and whips, as well as ball-stretchers with relevant weights and both solid and vibrating dildos. There were also small piercing rings and severe serrated clamps for nipples and other parts of the human anatomy.

Various electronic branding irons and very sharp pins, knives and scalpels had been placed ready for use on a wheeled metal table. Another similar trolley accommodated the sophisticated electric-shock machinery, including more metal clamps and stainless steel cock-rings and dildos.

As the Sheikh completed his inspection of his torture chamber, he grunted in approval. 'Now,' he then thought to himself, 'all I want are some nice young American slaveboys to share this basement with me!'

Chapter 9 - Whore

(Plateau de Tchigaï, Agadez Départment, Niger, Africa, same time)

A tearful Robert was licking and sucking the tribal elder's hairy manly cock for the second time on this evening. The boy had earlier been required to bring the Tuareg close to climax through the attentions of his tongue and mouth before then having to return to his previous kneeling position to allow the tribesman to deprive him of his anal virginity.

The tribal elder had subsequently firmly grasped Robert's hips and introduced his big cock to the boy's pink virginal sphincter. Pushing forward whilst he also pulled the young American back towards him then resulted in a loud scream from his new slave.

Robert's vociferous shriek was caused by the fact that the sudden forced bypassing of his tight sphincter by the tribal elder's throbbing cock and the ensuing rapid invasion of the whole of his rectum by the eager long and broad penis produced immense excruciation. The boy believed that the induced suffering was even worse than when he had been branded on the chest with the Tuareg's mark.

Robert's torment was barely reduced when the family elder's act of sodomy subsequently acquired a regular momentum of thrust and withdrawal. The keen harshness of such unaccustomed activity by such a large intruder meant that his acute agony was instead maintained at a high intensity, and his appalling situation was not assisted by his deep sense of helplessness and humiliation. The latter feeling was also increased by the Tuareg's frequent and increasingly ecstatic accompanying description of him as an "American boy whore!"

Robert's only consolation was that the family elder's passion was so great that the Tuareg quickly succumbed to delectable orgasm, during which he impregnated the boy with plentiful manly sperm. The young American's sense of shame was then exacerbated by feeling spurt after spurt of semen pouring deep into his insides.

Robert's attitude was not assisted when the family elder subsequently swiftly withdrew his cock from the boy's ravished and now very sore rectum, causing a loud pop to resound round his tent, as well as the young American more anguish. Nor was his disposition helped by the subsequent command not only to clean the soiled penis orally but also to use the method to bring the Tuareg to further orgasm.

Robert soon found himself again lying face-down on the bedding, with his head looking at the family elder's hairy, sweaty and smelly groin. The boy then gagged when he accepted the Tuareg's cock back into his mouth. However, the young American's efficiency at fellatio was soon improved after the tribesman ran his leather crop gently but threateningly across the lovely tanned curves of his new slave's bottom.

As Robert licked and sucked for a long time, whilst trying to bring the family elder to refreshed erection and another orgasm, he hoped that he would be able to swallow all of the resultant spermatic product. The boy feared what the Tuareg might do with his crop if the young American proved negligent during the literal distasteful climax of his demeaning activity.

As Robert licked and sucked, he felt the happy family elder, whose eyes were contentedly closed, as he enjoyed the oral attention to his cock, stroke his silky fair hair. The boy also heard the tribesman humiliatingly describe him in French as an excellent 'allaitant', which thereafter became the young American's shameful Tuareg nickname.

'Allaitant' means 'suckling'.

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