Dreams of Shakib

Shakib was 17 when he came to Europe. Although he had been born in Afghanistan, he had spent most of his life in Iran. When many other young men of his age decided to go to Europe because of the bad circumstances they had to live in, he joined them and went on the dangerous journey to Europe. Finally and after a lot of struggle, he arrived in Austria. Different from many other young men who came with him, Shakib had another reason to leave the place where he had grown up. "Nobody must know about that", he often thought and said to himself, "but I think I am just not interested in women. A strong man who can teach me how and where to go in life and love me is what I really want." 

In his new home, he was enthusiastic to finally live his sexuality and discover the pleasures of male love. Yet he was of course very shy and timid and didn't really know how and where to meet people. A year passed, and when Shakib turned 18, he still did not know what it was like to be loved by a man. 

The young man was growingly stressed-out because of his lack of experience - more so, because after all, he was a good looking boy. He was about 5.7 ft tall and a thin guy who didn't bring more than 120 lbs to the scale. Thick but short black hair covered is head, and he had body hair of the same color. A short dark beard had started to grow on his face; however, the outlines of his face were still very boyish. Some girls had approached him because of his looks, but he had never gotten into it, since at the end of the day, he was not interested. He used his origin and traditions as excuses, but of course he knew by himself that these were not the real reasons for his reluctance. 

Moreover, Shakib was a smart guy. He had learned German very quickly and spoke it as if he had been living in the country for a decade. Also in maths he was quite a trailblazer. But there was one subject he just couldn't get good grades, no matter how much effort he put into it: Latin. Desperate and scared to fail, he asked his refugee counsellor for help. Luckily, the counsellor knew somebody who could help young Shakib: Mark, a 28 year old guy who had been the private tutor in Latin for the counsellor's daughter, would certainly support him. Of course, those lessons were not free of charge, but after Shakib had talked to Mark, he told him that he would lower the price per hour and teach him for 20€. For Shakib, this was still a lot of money, but he couldn't afford to fail in school, since it was his only way how to obtain a permanent residence permit. Soon they had made an appointment and some days later Shakib went to see Mark after school. 

As soon as he entered Mark's apartment, he knew he was in a cosy place. More so, because he immediately was attracted by the looks of his new tutor. Mark was approaching his 30th birthday, but still looked very young - not much older than myself, Shakib thought by himself. He was almost 6 ft tall and had a little belly, but still a very manly and attractive body. Especially Mark's hair drew Shakib's attention, because he had rarely seen such hair where he had grown up: while Mark's head was covered by a layer of light blond curly hair with a slight hint of ginger, Shakib thought in the first place that Mark had no body hair at all. It was a warm day, so the man was wearing shorts and a tank top. When the two shook hands, Shakib saw that Mark had indeed a lot of body hair, but that it was so light one could see it only when being close to him. His hand felt so good... Strong and mainly... And how nicely he smiled... 

Mark lead Shakib to the living room where the boy sat down on a huge comfortable couch. When he looked around, he spotted a rainbow flag decorating one of the walls. Shakib's heart made a jump: So Mark was somehow a queer guy! Can this be possible?! Shakib felt that his penis was getting harder in his pants, so he sat in a way that his legs would cover his intimate parts. How embarrassing would it be if Mark saw his hard-on? 

The young man could hardly focus on the lesson because of what his body was telling him. "I want him to touch me so badly, but I cannot go there. I just cannot. I've never even done it and wouldn't know what to do. How can I give him a sign that he has to teach me everything?" - thoughts like these were on Shakib's mind and he was constantly trying to push those thoughts aside to concentrate more on Latin. This (and also his dick!) was so hard! Also, and this was something new to Shakib, he felt a strange feeling in his rectum - was it because he was so nervous or was it true that touching one's anus could also be as delightful as touching one's cock?

Finally, the lesson was over, Shakib thanked Mark and paid him his fee. 20€ was so much for him! He literally had to live from that for a week, sometimes even longer. But if he could learn something and succeed in school, and at the same time be so close to a man like Mark, it was all worth it. 

As soon as he got home, Shakib locked himself up in his room - the other refugee boys should just not hear or see what he was going to do. He had to touch himself. He had often masturbated before, but today he also had to try something new. When the young man was finally butt naked on his bed, he started to wank his straight, cut cock with one hand, and carefully also touched his asshole. How surprised the boy was that this feeling was actually even better than wanking! He even dared to insert a finger into his anus, and what he felt was pure delight. "Why have I never done this before?", he thought. "How great would it be if it was Mark who touched me like this!" 

Week after week Shakib went to see his tutor and locked himself up in his room for hours after that. He even asked Mark to give him extra lessons so that he would make more and quicker progress, though the real reason was of course because he couldn't take his eyes off his tutor. The young man knew he was slowly running out of money, but it didn't matter, the pleasure he experienced during the lessons and in his masturbation sessions afterwards was worth it. 

One day, Shakib arrived at Mark's place, as usual exited and horny. He rang the bell, but nobody answered or opened the door. He rang again, and again no answer. When he rang a third time, Mark's voice finally spoke through the door opener. "Hey, sorry, come on in!" Mark said quickly and the door sprang open. When he looked at his tutor, Shakib was slightly shocked. Mark was standing in the door frame with only some shorts on, nothing else: "Hey man, sorry, I was taking a shower cause it's so hot in my apartment today, I just had to put something on real quick", Mark said with a friendly and manly smile. "You're looking scared, is everything alright, buddy?", Mark asked and gave the young Afghan man a wink. Now Shakib realized that he was staring at Mark with his mouth open - he must have had a quite dumb expression on his face and was immediately embarrassed. "Wha.. oh, yes, sorry, of course, I'm fine", Shakib said with his face red like a tomato. Mark laughed, but it was a friendly laughter; Shakib knew that Mark wasn't making fun of him, so he felt comfortable and entered his tutor's apartment once more. 

The lesson passed really fast, and too soon it was time for Shakib to pay and leave again. How he was looking forward to inserting his fingers and maybe even something else in his ass today, with the images of his shirt-less tutor still fresh on his mind! He grabbed his wallet and opened it. What a shock! There was no money left. All of a sudden, it came to Shakib's mind that he had spent his last bill on food yesterday, including cucumbers he had used to insert in his ass thinking of Mark. What would he do now? He had to address the issue, Mark was waiting for his money.

"Ahm... I'm awfully sorry, but I have no money on me... I... I... I'm really embarrassed, but I bought food with my last money yesterday, I should have thought of it before I got here." Mark looked at him with a strange expression on his face - Shakib couldn't tell what was going on on his tutor's mind. He quickly added: "I know it's the beginning of the month, so I won't be able to pay you until next month when I get money... I... I..." Mark interrupted him: 

- "So, you don't have the money on you and you won't be able to pay me until next month? But you know that I have to pay my bills and that I could have had somebody else come here who would have actually paid me, don't you?"

Mark's tone and facial expression were still quite mysterious. Though what he said was not friendly at all, he didn't look very angry after all. If anything, his facial expression was... complacent, Shakib thought. Strangely enough, this turned Shakib on quite a bit. 

- "Yes, that is true. I'm really sorry, Mark."

- "Well then, of course we could think of another payment method for you, boy."

He had called him boy. This was the first time he had done that. Shakib's ass immediately started to itch. 

- "Another payment method? What do you mean?", he almost stuttered because of excitement. 

- "Well", Mark said while he was getting up from his seat, "I have my ways to make young boys who come here pay if they abuse my time and don't pay me." 

Mark was now just in front of Shakib, with his crotch just in front of the boy's face and his arms crossed. He was smiling again while he was looking down on Shakib, but it was a strange smile. Not really friendly, Shakib thought looking up at his tutor. Every second, he was getting more nervous and horny simultaneously, he just did not know what was going to happen next. His asshole now was itching like never before. 

- "I have been watching you just as much as you have been watching me over the last weeks. Don't bother to deny it, I can tell when I see a horny boy that wishes to get fucked.", Mark said.

Shakib didn't even make the effort to deny what Mark had just accused him of. He just stared at him, feeling as if he was on a rollercoaster. 

- "Now you'll pay like you never have. Pull down my fucking shorts, boy."

- "But, I have never done anything, I don't know how to..."

- "Shut up and do what I say, I'll teach you how it works."

Shakib pulled his tutor's shorts down and a nicely shaped, yet not giant cock came in side that was standing like the letter i. It was cut, his glance pulsing in excitement at the top of a light pink shaft. There was even a drop of liquid at the top - Shakib did still not know what that was, since nobody had ever told him anything about sexuality. 

- "Open your mouth", Mark ordered. Shakib did as he was told.

- "Now suck my dick, boy. Work for your lesson."

Shakib started to suck Mark's dick, though he didn't really know what he was doing. At the end of the day, he had never done it before. 

- "Is this good?"

- "Yes, but play with your tongue on my glance... yes, like that, pretty boy,.... mmm... nice, play with it... yes..."

Shakib was turned on even more when he saw the pleasure he was giving to his tutor. It tasted strange, but the dick felt good in his mouth. 

"Now grab my balls with your hand", Mark ordered. "Yes, like that, grab 'em.... yes, squeeze, and don't you forget to suck."

It was true, Shakib had some struggle to focus on both actions at the same time, but he did his best. Was it enough?

- "Okay, you stupid virgin boy, you can't do it, so I'll teach you. Put your fucking hands away."

Shakib could hardly resist, because Mark tore the boy's arms away from his balls and legs with his strong manly arms. He then grabbed the Shakib's head with both hands. How overpowered Shakib was! And yet, he was turned on like never. 

- "I'll turn you into a cocksucker, I guarantee you. Lemme fuck your mouth now, bitch"

Shakib didn't know what made him more excited: the fact that Mark called him names or that the man was ramming his erected cock in and out his mouth while his strong hands grabbed Shakib's head and made it impossible for the boy to get away. 

- "Yeeeeah, this is a good mouth-pussy, boy... ahhh, yeah.... lemme fuck this sweet mouth of yours.... You like that, don't you? Stupid bitch"

Shakib had started to cry, but not because he was sad or scared, it was because Mark's cock was running so deep into his throat it made the boy's eyes pop out. 

- "Yeeees, you deserve a good throat fuck, boy... yeah, gag on that cock... gag on it... make this shit wet, bitch."

Shakib sure had started to gag and when Mark released him and pulled his cock out, streams of spit were running out of the boy's mouth. Mark started to laugh. 

- "Haha, look at you now, you little faggot! You're gonna have a well trained mouth by the end of this lesson, haha, stupid bitch."

As if the cursing wasn't enough, Mark then spit into Shakib's face and mouth that was still open because of all the gagging. 

- "Thank you, boy. A good boy has to take some spit if he doesn't behave. Don't you agree?"

- "Yes.. yes, I agree", Shakib stammered. 

- "Then say 'Thank you, Sir'" - Mark's order was clear. 

- "Thank you"

- "Thank you, SIR, you stupid whore", Mark shouted at him. 

- "Thank you, Sir", Shakib whispered. 

- "LOUDER!"

- "Thank you, Sir!", Shakib said with all the force he could still come up with. 

- "That's right, bitch", Mark said and rewarded Shakib's compliance with yet another stream of spit in his face and mouth. 

- "You gonna behave, don't you? Now, open your mouth again... Yeeees... let me enter deep in that virgin throat of yours... yes, taste my pre-cum, whore"

Pre-cum? Shakib didn't know what that meant, but it sure was the name of the liquid he had seen earlier on Mark's dick. It tasted strange, but Shakib did as he was told. 

While the boy kept sucking, Mark was taking off Shakib's clothes. Actually, he tore them off. Shakib's t-shirt was in two pieces after Mark had violently removed it from the boy's body. All of this is so wrong, but it feels so right, Shakib thought. There he was, butt naked, sucking his tutor's dick like a true whore. How long he had waited for that chance! 

Every now and then, Mark pulled his cock out of Shakib's mouth and spit into the boy's face. He kept doing that for some time, moaning and cursing at Shakib. The man then said:

- "Oh, I have a great idea. Since you have behaved now and proven to be an obedient cock sucker, you get a special reward. You're allowed to lick my ass, hahaha!"

He didn't even wait for Shakib's answer, turned around and pressed the boy's face against his man hole. Shakib felt so degraded but also turned on - in fact, he thought that his own cock had never been that hard before. Also, a lot "pre-cum", as Mark had called it, was dripping from the top of his cock. Mark didn't care about that, put kept pressing Shakib's face against his ass. 

- "Put your tongue inside my ass, boy... Yes, taste that ass.... Tastes good, huh? Haha, fucking ass-licker, you'll do anything I say, right? Taste the fucking Manner-taste, hahaha"

This was gross. This was humiliating. Shakib couldn't understand why it still turned him on, because nobody had ever treated him like that, especially not Mark who he had known as a nice and friendly person. But obviously, in sex this is different, Shakib thought. I just know so very little about that and he seems so experienced, so it must be the right thing to do. 

- "Yes, lick it, yes, yes, yes! Ahhh, you're a good ass-licker, Shakib, very good. Yeah... Now come on!", Mark said and, while Shakib was still on the floor with his tongue in Mark's ass, dragged the boy behind him into the bedroom. Shakib had never seen that room before. It was a cosy bedroom with a big mirror next to the bed. This was all Shakib could tell for now, since his face was still pressed against Mark's ass cheeks. 

All of a sudden, Mark pulled Shakib's head away and grabbed it. He spit into the boy's face once more, laughed at him and dispersed the spit over Shakib's face with his hands. 

- "You're my bitch now, aren't you? Haha, look at your devastated face, whore!", Mark said while he grabbed Shakib's short hair and dragged him right in front of the mirror. With his other hand, Mark used two fingers to pull the boy's eyes open, so that he would really see himself in the glass. 

Shakib was in shock, but also in awe. His face was covered with spit, his own and Mark's, and there sure was a big part of pre-cum mixed with it. His eyes were bloodshot and he had his mouth still opened wide, panting for air and also for more cock. There he was. He, a 18 year old Afghan boy that was finally getting fucked. And not only that - he was literally being turned into a whore, Mark was alright to call him that name. What was it but whoring around what Shakib was doing right now? The young man knew that this was against everything he had been told in his life, but he felt great by all the humiliation and domination by a man he was going through. 

- "Now the real fun begins. Get on that bed, boy", Mark said. Before Shakib could try himself to climb in the bed, Mark had already grabbed him and thrown him onto the soft mattress.

- "I want you to watch every second of what I'm going to do to you now. I want you to see what happens, if you abuse me: I abuse you. It's very easy. If you come to use my time, I use your body, boy. Seems fair, doesn't it?"

- "Yes, it does..."

- " 'Yes, it does, SIR!"

- " Yes, it does, Sir!" - Shakib said in his strongest voice.

- "That's right, bitch, alright... Now, stretch your ass up... Yes... Oh my god, what a nice boy-pussy you have...", Mark said while examining the boy's hole. Shakib was in total excitement. His asshole would finally receive some male treatment! Mark was spitting on Shakib's hole and starting to open it with his fingers, first one, then two, then all of a sudden four. 

- "You sure are a virgin, this hole is tight, boy... But I think you did experiment, because I can easily enter with my fingers. That's a good boy"

Shakib kept moaning and didn't make the effort to respond. This was too good to comment on it. 

- "What a nice hole you got. Now, taste your fucking ass, boy", Mark said and pulled his fingers out of Shakib's ass, just to re-insert them into the boy's throat. 

- "Suck that ass-juice of yours off my hands, whore. Tastes sweet, doesn't it? Haha, you fucking slut"

Shakib couldn't hold it back anymore. He started to touch himself while Mark was feeding him his own ass juice with his manly fingers. This was so disgusting - and yet so delightful! 

- "I think you're ready.... There we go... and... THE FUN BEGINS!", Mark shouted and then things happened so quickly Shakib had no choice but to endure it. Mark had grabbed his head with one hand and pulled his face up so that the boy could see himself in the mirror next to the bed. With his other hand, Mark was bracing himself while leaning over Shakib. Of course, he had pushed his cock entirely into the boys ass at once where he remained for some seconds while his moaning and screaming reached a new level. Shakib also was screaming. The pain he felt in his ass was almost unbearable, but so was his excitement. This cock was so deep inside him! Nothing had ever penetrated him like that. He could see his own face, trying to close his eyes, but Mark's hand had gone down to Shakib's forehead and now pulled his eyelids up so that the boy couldn't help but watch the vulgar, absurd and yet strangely erotic scenery. Mark's facial expression now had completely changed. The smile had gone and been replaced by a mad and lustful grin. When Mark saw that Shakib was watching his face now, he showed his tongue and laughed at the boy.

- "Hahaha, finally I'm inside that pretty young ass. You won't believe how long I have been waiting for that. And guess what, I will give you all my sperm inside that hole later on, I promise!

His sperm... Shakib knew that sperm was what came out of dicks when you stroke them long and intensively enough. He had often masturbated until he himself had shot a load. The young man was also aware that this liquid was the reason for girls to get pregnant. Many used condoms to avoid that, as far as he knew. He had heard that also gay men used them, yet he couldn't explain to himself why. They couldn't get pregnant after all. Since Mark obviously had no intention to use one, Shakib didn't care about it either - Mark has so much more experience, he must know what's right, Shakib said to himself. 

- "Yes, I will impregnate you!"

- "Impregnate? But I'm not a woman, how?"

- "Haha, yeah, but I will nonetheless shoot you my load of babies inside your tight ass. Then you'll definitely be my boy.

Shakib didn't really understand what Mark was saying, but he didn't resist. The pain he had felt at first had soon turned into ultimate pleasure when Mark had started to go in and out Shakib's ass with his beautiful cock. 

- "Yeaaaah, look how I'm fucking you! I knew you wanted this, bitch! Isn't that true?"

Shakib couldn't answer. His excitement was beyond imagination. 

- "Answer, whore!"

- "Yes... ahhh, yess.... yeah! Ahhh.... I want it.... Ahh, please FUCK ME!" - Shakib finally shouted. He had shouted! He enjoyed this so much he finally found the strength to shout. Mark was seemingly turned on, as he started to fuck Shakib's ass like a beast. His face too had an animalistic expression. He fucked Shakib so hard the boy had to look for something to grab, for the blanket he had tried to get a hold on was constantly slipping away. He finally grabbed his tutor's calfs. How muscular his legs are, Shakib thought to himself and his pleasure  immediately rose to an even higher level. Mark fucked, and fucked, and fucked... Several minutes, the boy was completely in his tutor's hands. But this wasn't enough. Not yet. Shakib knew that he had already had to lick Mark's finger out of his own ass, so he knew that at one point Mark would ask him to...

- "Taste your fucking ass now, bitch!"

Mark pulled his cock out of Shakib's ass, stood up and walked around the boy who was still stretching his ass in the air to welcome some more dick. Shakib was so feeling his degradation, he just opened his mouth and moaned: "Aaaaaaa..." Mark didn't hesitate a second to ram his cock deep into the boy's lusty mouth. 

- "So much ass juice for my bitch! That's right.... Suck it all off... Clean my dick, that's the least you can do. You didn't know that this is what you have to do when fucking with a man, did you? Well, now you know, keep sucking, whore."

It was true: Shakib hadn't known that. He was grateful to be taught all these lessons. If in the future he was going to have sex with men, he would of course use those skills and suck any cock right out of his ass. If this was what a boy like him was supposed to do in sex, why shouldn't he?

- "Yes.... lick my balls... yeah.... yes.... good boy.... now my ass... Ahhh, YES! Put that tongue inside again..... yeah.... what a slutty boy you are.... yes..... Now back to your ass, whore."

Later on, Shakib would find out that the position in which Mark had fucked him earlier was called doggy style. However, Mark now turned the boy's body around, grabbed his legs and pulled them in the air, and then started to fuck the boy's hole again while he himself was kneeing on the bed. This is the position I thought all sex would be like, Shakib thought, but he didn't say a word about it, because he didn't want to appear more stupid about sex then it was already the case. Mark now again fucked him like a beast. Shakib could feel his tutor's glance right against his rectum, and it was pure delight. He hoped this would last forever... The boy again started to stroke himself... All of this together felt so good... Too good....

- "Yes... yes... YES, Mark, it feels so good, don't stop.... FUCK ME... yes... yes.... YEAH!!!"

Before he knew what was going on, Shakib had splashed a huge amount of sperm on his own belly. He had never seen so much sperm coming out of his dick before. 

- "Good boy, look at all the sperm you covered yourself with. Eat it, all of it", Mark said while he was starting to wipe the sperm off Shakib's body with his fingers and feed it to the boy. Shakib had never tried his sperm, but again, he followed his tutor's instructions. 

- "You know what, I'm gonna give you my load now too", Mark announced. 

- "Get ready for it bitch... You're gonna be mine.... As soon as I splash my load into your young ass, you are my whore. Yes... ah.... what a tight little ass you got.... yes.... Yes?.... You want that sperm?.... You want that in your little ass?"

- "Yes... ahhh.... please, give me your sperm.... please....", Shakib didn't know what it meant, but he knew he wanted it. He wanted to please Mark as much as he could. It was all because he hadn't been able to pay, and Mark had expenses too. So in order to make up, it was just the right thing to do and just serve this man as a bundle of flesh, skin and holes he could take advantage of. 

- "There it goes... ahhh.. yes... Ah... ah... yes... yes... YES! TAKE THIS LOAD, YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS WHORE!!!!!!", Mark screamed while one of his hands was choking the young man, the other slapping his beautiful boy-face. 

- "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take this! And this", he said and spit once again into the boy's face. 

- "Hahaha! YES! What a good fuck you are! Hahaha! At least you're good for that!", Mark said and spit into his face. Again. And again. 

Shakib was still moaning. He now was Mark's bitch. He had his sperm inside him. It felt so warm and nice... He wanted it to remain there forever. But how could it? At one point, he would have to go to the toilet. But Mark was obviously reading Shakib's thoughts. 

- "But you now what? In order for you to really be my bitch, my sperm has to be inside you. You're gonna drink that load of mine now, will ya?"

Without waiting for Shakib's answer, Mark grabbed a glass that was standing on the nightstand next to the bed. He grabbed the boy, now totally fucked up and through, covered in spit and pre-cum, and put him into a squatting position. 

- "Stay like this... and now... push! Push, baby, push!"

Mark had put the glass right under Shakib's asshole and was holding him with his other arm. Shakib was afraid that he was going to shit inside the glass, but he did as his tutor told him. The boy could feel warm streams of sperm floating out of his boy-pussy while he was pushing as instructed. 

- "THAT's a good boy!"

There was no strange smell, so fortunately, there was no shit. Mark proved it to Shakib when he showed him a glass filled with a white-ish liquid. Mark's sperm. There it was. 

- "Open your filthy mouth, boy!"

Shakib obeyed and stretched his tongue out. 

- "Say 'Aaaaa'!"

- "Aaaaaa!"

- "Yes.... that is my boy... swallow my load, bitch.... now you're mine. Drink my sperm, that's what boys like you have to do... Yes... to the last drop."

It took a while, but Shakib emptied the entire glass. 

- "Very good. You deserved this. And also this!" - Mark spit again in Shakib's face - "... and this!" - now he slapped him and dispersed the remaining spit and sperm all over the boy's lustful face. 

- "Very good." - Mark's voice all of a sudden as much softer. "Come on, lie next to me."

Mark had lied down on the bed, his body glittering in sweat. Shakib crawled into his strong, opened arms, and lay his head in Mark's chest.

- "You were a very nice fuck. You did great, boy."

- "Thank you... I have been dreaming about this for so long, yet I didn't know what it was really gonna be like."

- "Now you know", Mark said and gave Shakib a wink. He started to clean Shakib's messy face a little with a towel he grabbed from next to the bed. Then he kissed him. This pleasure also was unknown to the boy so far. How good Mark's strong man lips felt on his own messy slut mouth! They kissed for some time and chilled, Shakib's head still on Mark's chest. 

On his mind, Shakib was going through everything he had just done with his tutor. He could feel that all of this was starting to make his cock hard again. All of a sudden, something that Mark had said came to the boy's mind. 

- "Ahm, Mark, you said that boys are supposed to drink men's sperm... I'm wondering.... Like, does it have any healthy effects?"

- "Yeah, and not only that. Actually, it will help you become a man too. The more sperm you drink, the better." 

- "Ah, I didn't know that... Nobody ever told me anything where I'm from... I'm so glad I have you as my instructor also for sex."

- "No worries, I'll teach you everything. And for the rest of the month, you can pay with your body. So you can learn something and pay for your Latin classes simultaneously, isn't that great?"

- "Yeah, that's awesome! Thank you so much!"

- "Yeah. I'll teach you some things many people don't know... You'll like it, I guess."

Mark kissed him again. Shakib was totally delighted. The stayed in the bed for some time and then went to take a shower together. When it got late, Shakib returned home. His ass was still on fire, but he was totally satisfied. He couldn't wait for some more sex lessons his tutor would teach him...

To be continued..