A Piercing Aquaintance

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So, as Master Charles sat crushing a bed bug between his thick nails, he reflected upon what he knew of Islam and its slave practices. He was aware of a good bit of it through his military service in SE Asia.

It occurred to him that the institution of gay slavery in the Old Guard system were, now days, much more diverse, flexible, liberal, and humane, than Islam’s system of slave acquisition, regarding the treatment of slaves; that allows Islamic devotees to capture and keep kaffir sex slaves without either consent or local approval from host states; and even kill them should they not conform or respect Islam; and, with Islam, there is the onus of the Islamic religion’s other sanctions on freedoms. Ninety five percent of ‘slavery’ in the West was just mutual fun and games anyway — like wrestling on TV.

‘But heck’, he had every intention of fisting slave while kept in a 4x6x3’ dog cage ‘and keep him naked, collared, and his anus dripping lube, hollering for mama … a gaping hole for cock and fist — feed cum into his purdy pouty lips and licking shit from my boots!’.

Once he gets the boy back, he might go to Asia, and trade slave to one of these Afghan warlords for about 6 months, ‘with one of their pre-teen bachi boys, hmm.’

It would give him a vacation to a place he’d spent a year, ‘killing these rag heads’ during his tour of duty —‘what fun that was!’ he thought grinning. 

He could see ‘that shit hole transformed by the Taliban, back into the gaping hole for a man’s fist, instead of bitching females with endless demands — and, perhaps help get some of his old buddies out … ’if they hadn’t been murdered by their new devotee overlords.’ He thought. But he had to give the Afghanistani men credit for being fair and hospitable — ‘and, you could trust ‘em as long as it was in the context of their idiotic religion’…’ Unlike a lot of the faggots’ he mused, thinking of many from his party who were scoundrels of the worst sort like Troy.

‘What society is more normal?’ He asked, chuckling to himself, ‘to live as a faggot, openly in a free Western country, where other gays petulantly demand rights; marriage rights, work place rights, even to change gender in prison rights; where a 400 pound ex football lineman can wear something comfy, like a sun dress with no underwear; or, that of a society that’ll pitch you from highest roof top for any such admission of being gay, top or bottom — ‘but, you can have kaffir slaves, and fuck— heck! Rape the women or boys all day long, and beat ’em senseless, if they disobey, and even kill for honor. But no shortage of those who’ll literally beg you to own them, ‘even pay you!’ in the good ole USA; as he chuckled to himelf, thinking of the online sites where the submissive faggots outnumber the tops ten to one.’

‘At least a man can be a man in Afghanistan — where do these sensitive pervs get off claiming they are normal, let alone entitled, at 3 percent of the population! Heck, next we’ll hear siamese twins claiming they are ‘normal’, or, those with scoliosis ‘normal’.

And for over 1,400 year’s Islam has claimed it’s ‘normal’, even with their dicks knocked into the dirt — over and over! Could a more demented system even exist? 

Given the certificate of approval by the USA, from faggots and Obama, Muslims, not only have the moxie to still demand their place in the world, they still intend to run it, all cause we let ‘em! Ha.’’ Thought Master Charles.

Master Charles recalled what Ahmed looked like after Janice had splashed this devotee’s ass a second time with acid, and Master Charles laid back down and jerked his rock hard cock till he shot his load over his shoulder back to the yellow looking pillows next his grinning head.

Just then, Alpha called him, and excitedly informed him that he thought slave had somehow been fitted with a bug, and the transmitter was broadcasting both Hameed and slave!

Alpha had heard the girls jerking slave Paul off; and, the Muslim woman threatening them; so, it meant the children were being moved as they spoke. Tampa also had been mentioned as well as some tire business; so, it sounded as that might be the destination.

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Now both Charles and Hameed were only yards apart as Hameed parked next to the Yaris at the motel. Slave still looked fetching as a drag queen when he was pulled him from the trunk of the Buick. Hameed had the keys in his hand to the other car but reconsidered that there was time enough to fuck ‘her’ again. 

He figured they had time to use the room. He wanted to do the boy  as this boy bitch looked hot! Looking at slave Paul’s femmed face made him horny again to shoot his cum all over it -- or maybe try that hairless ass pussy for what it's really meant for — a fist. 

He had the boy on a leash as they walked to the motel room he and his cousin used for porn movies. Hameed had a pass key and entered the room next to the office. He thought it’d be good to get his cousin to video this but figured that they’d still be asleep.

* * *

Master Charles thought he’d still never find them after speaking to Alpha.. They could be anywhere in any kind of transport. He showered, then donned his leather gear and prepared for a long ride, finally ready, with snorting a line of meth.

As he walked down the stairs he fitted brass knuckles on his fistm— He was going to first have a word with the proprietor. He hit the bell hard and shouted for service.

‘’Allah AKBAR!’’

In a light cotton see through fabric, characteristic of India, out the proprietor came. Carrying his pistol, like first encountered by slave Paul in his room. 

Charles had already positioned himself next the door frame though, and caught the man’s outstretched right gun hand in his left. Master Charles cold cocked him with a solid upper cut with the steel knuckles with his right.

Out he went, and Master Charles quickly dragged him back toward his quarters, and found the wife still in bed but awake sitting up. He slugged her too, busting her nose and it gushed blood but she went out too.

He tied-up the two unconscious proprietors, and Master Charles quickly looked about the room for any others.

He checked a few other doors to find a stairway that led up to a skinny passage between the building's rows of rooms that vaulted to the center — and,  he could see light from peep holes along the dark passageway on either side, as the morning sun beamed through. 

He recalled in his room a mirror clock above reach, and correctly, deduced the mirror to be two-way.

They were spying on guests; videoing sex acts of customers unknown to them, and selling the action to various porn outlets in Asia. 

He went to the first peep hole hearing some grunting and observed. He was shocked to see Hameed fucking this girl — who, upon seeing this ‘girl’s' cries of pain, and seeing the girl's ass up in full view, with a dick tattoo with his return address, he realized, was his very own slave having his anus stretched out for a fisting!