Balfor and Terry 6

"Seems those Americans really do not quit." He said dreamily, peering out over the rooftops of San Telmo to the ships in the Puerto de Buenos Aires where they hunkered down under a blanket of rust colored smog.

"I wouldn't want to be him right now." Carmen mused.

Dino wanted to say that he couldn't give a flying fuck, but that would not have made for polite conversation, and lately he had been battling hard to be polite, since his diminished quality of life depended on her volatile friendship, - But she needed him too, after all he was the freak show who brought in the money.

"No." he said. "The poor thing. He never did anything bad to us!"

"That's sure true." Said Carmen. Saddam had indeed been a model of unthreatening avuncular ease when they had been brought before him in an intimate part of his main palace in Baghdad so that he and a dozen of his cronies could hear Dino's story first hand. It had been the high point of Carmen's life.

Before Carmen could start harping again about their evening in the palace with Hussein, Dino said "Would you take me inside, please Carmen, and I need Pedro again this afternoon. Would you call him for me?"

"Oh that palace - how beautiful!" She said as she carried him inside. "Such ceilings!"

"Yes, and such floors."

She put him down on his raised dais in the living room which was padded, and upholstered with spotless suede, and almost buried beneath a generous assortment of cushions among which he could wriggle and get comfortable without ruining his suite.

"And the women! How lovely they were. Such silks! - "

"Carmen if you don't do it now you'll miss him!"

Carmen had found a nice clean sex worker who could handle the job of fucking Dino. Most of them said that they were up to up to the task, but when faced with the reality of what they had agreed to, they had been unable to hide their horror. If Pedro felt any horror while working Dino up with dildos and vibrators, sometimes even fucking him, he was a genius at hiding it.

Dino's libido was the strongest of any neutered man she had ever known, and she had known some.

"Damn randy Italians." she muttered under her breath on her way to the phone, loud enough though for him to hear.

Pedro came, Dino came, Pedro went.

Dino missed Balfor. He missed the manly smell of him. It vexed him. He ought to hate Balfor. Balfor had eaten a considerable portion of him.

Balfor had stood by while Freddy took his cock, but then so had Carmen.

He did not hate Balfor though, because it was not possible to hate Balfor. The man was like a bear that attacks you in a forest. He was just a pure animal.

When you find yourself in a forest full of bears, you must expect that bears will do what bears do. They are what they are. It's stupid to rail against fate.

Balfor had eaten him. So what? It didn't make the man any less sexy.

Balfor was the only man who had ever really excited Dino. Their evenings drinking, fucking, tripping, or talking and playing chess had strangely been the happiest of his life.

Dino remembered his first time.

The late morning when Balfor swept him upstairs past the music room and into his Quarters.

Entering Balfor's rooms was like entering another house.

Scrupulously clean, they were spartan and stylish at the same time.

The predominant color was blue, but muted tertiary blues mostly, very subtle, sometimes almost grey.

Blue walls, and the curtains and manchester and lamp shades also were blue, mostly plain blues in harmonious hues, but here and there patterned so subtly that you could miss it if you weren't being observant. The blue was balanced and relieved perfectly by the beautifully polished honey colored woods of the furniture. The only other colors were very subtle and came from faded old persian rugs on the polished floorboards.

It was all functional sufficiency but with an atmosphere of contemplative intimacy.

It could have graced a magazine like "Belle" or "Better Homes and gardens" and yet there was no feeling that Balfor had put in an effort to make it look that way.

Balfor just liked wooden furniture and certain shades of blue, and that was all there was to it.

His bedroom was the same. There was a simple wooden post and rail bed, easily strong enough to bear a man of Balfor's stature and yet not excessively bulky. It had the same masculine style as the rest of the furniture in the room, which was all of good quality. The most obvious decoration was the turned wood of the lamp stands.

It was a gentleman's room.

It smelled of furniture polish, and slightly of Balfor.

Balfor flopped the naked Dino onto the bed.

Nestling his head into a pillow, Dino said playfully "You know Balfor, in Australia there is a black bird like a raven that makes a special staging nest for its courtship dance and surrounds it with blue objects, like clothes pegs and straws, and blue berries and blue bottle tops. Anything as long as it's blue. Perhaps you were one of those birds in a past life?"

"I don't think there are past lives." Said Balfor simply. "And no future ones either."

"Neither do I." Said Dino glumly. "But I did before..."

"It's called a bower bird." Said Balfor. "I saw one once when I was a kid."

"So you're from Australia?"

"I'm from lots of places, but yeah, mostly Australia."

"I thought you were, from your accent."

Balfor lay down on the bed next to him still fully dressed in his blue cotton shirt and trousers.

In spite of the fact that Dino's naked stomach and bare cock had been crushed against that cotton shirt on his way up as he breathed the arousing scent of the man who held him, the fact that they were now on the bed renewed the sexual context and the contrast between his nakedness and Balfor's complete state of dress. Balfor had obviously sensed this, and decided to exploit it to maximum erotic effect. He propped himself up on one elbow and brazenly studied Dino again, amplifying Dino's shame with his interest. He felt all over Dino's body with his free hand, concentrating on the neatly healed places where his legs and arms had been attached.

"Freddy does a neat job doesn't he." Said Balfor.

Dino whimpered slightly, blushing as shame washed over him.

Balfor wondered how he was going to play this. Sexual cruelty came naturally to him, and he realized he was quickly going back down that road.

But this fuck was going to be about Dino's doomed cock, and he wanted Dino to know how it felt to really use his penis.

Freddy had suggested a hand job with some whipping, but since the kid had never done so before, Balfor was contemplating actually allowing Dino to fuck him while he still had a cock to do it with.

If Dino was going to be able to get the erotic wind up to fuck him, Balfor would have to behave a little more humanely, and of course, submissively. He was out of practice at both, and wondered if really he could be bothered.

It would be cruel to condemn a man to live without ever knowing what it felt like to really fuck, but on the other hand wouldn't it be more cruel for him to know what he was missing?

Either way, it was going to be cruel, and it was going to be memorable.

It had been a long time since Balfor had felt anything pass upwards through his sphincter. He was a top obviously, but during the first couple of years after understanding himself to be a homosexual, he had allowed himself to be fucked by certain men who he considered masculine enough to deserve the honor. One must experience as much of life as possible after all.

Now cruelty and generosity mixed perversely meant that he was actually contemplating rolling over and taking Dino's big virgin cock up his arse like a girlie man.

"I'm going to undress now and lay down on my belly with my arse up. Anything you want to do you can. Wriggle all over me, what ever. My body is yours until you're finished. Understand? Only one thing. Tell anybody about this and I'll make you wish Freddy had taken your brain out."

"Don't I get a kiss?"

Balfor looked at him blankly.

"It's my first time. I always imagined there would be a kiss."

Dino's face had fallen, his voice wavering with misery. His bottom lip began to quiver. Balfor's heart melted. He had forgotten he had one. He embraced the sad boy, holding him and hugging him tight. Their mouths found each other and their lips and tongues merged in a slow dance of yearning exploration. Balfor was amazed to find Dino's tongue brazenly probing his mouth, and more amazed that he was allowing it.

Dino's cock quickly became rock hard.

It puzzled Balfor that some people could be aroused so easily, and with such simple passions. He backed off the bed and stripped slowly, aware that Dino was following his simple actions with rapt interest.

Being unaccompanied by thighs or balls, Dino's cock poked up boldly, even obscenely into the air, ticking toward his belly with every heart beat.

When Balfor's thick uncut cock flopped out over his boxer shorts barely at half mast, Dino gasped appreciatively. He would rather be fucked by Balfor, but he also desperately wanted to fuck a man before he lost his cock.

He hoped Balfor would fuck him at some time in the future with his great heavy meat, that now arched down majestically over a huge pair of low hanging balls as big as duck's eggs that swang and bounced off his thick thighs as he approached the bed once more.

"Um - I need to go to the bathroom." Said Dino. His bladder had only just filled, but already it felt fearsomely urgent. He supposed it had something to do with the stress of having been catheterized for so long. He hoped desperately he would be able to avoid relieving himself on Balfor's bed.

"Piss or shit?" asked Balfor.

"Just a piss."

Balfor carried him to the bathroom and for a second held him over the toilet, but then had an idea and laid him down on his back in the bath, which was set into the floor like a pond.

"But I will piss on myself!" Said Dino, horrified.

"So what?" asked Balfor, knowing full well how embarrassing this would be for a well brought up young man like Dino.

"It would be disgusting! I can't do it!" His hard on had abated slightly but became re-engorged as he fought to contain the piss with his catheter stretched urethra.

Balfor's cock began to grow as his amusement increased.

"Lets just wait and see what happens." Balfor said going to his kitchenette to get a beer.

Dino tried to wriggle himself into an upright position to avoid the impending stream of his own waste water, hopeful to guide it forward and away from himself that way, but he slipped on the enamel of the large bath in a slick of his own sweat, which beaded all over him as he concentrated hard not to piss on himself.

He twisted to the left to try and roll over on his stomach so at least the piss would flow underneath him. He almost succeeded.

"Oh no you don't!" Said Balfor shoving Dino back into position with his foot, "That would spoil all my fun. I want to see it come out."

He had brought a wooden chair to the bathroom, and sat down on it to watch, taking deep draughts of his beer. Hopefully the kid would hold out until his own bladder was full as well.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked, holding up the can.

"No thank you." said Dino through gritted teeth. His face was contorted with effort, his mouth a frowning rictus of revulsion. His cock pulsed up and down and his anus tightened and relaxed as he clenched and reclenched his pelvic muscles, arching his back, twisting this way and that, desperately fighting to avoid the unavoidable.

Gradually yellow fluid began to dribble from the tip of his cock, and then down it's shaft to glisten among his pubic hairs.

"Oh no!" he cried, humiliated intolerably, closing his eyes tightly.

Twenty minutes ticked by and then he looked down at the head of his erect cock, the head purple and the slit now releasing a constant rivulet of piss.

A brief spurt erupted and splashed on his lovely abdominals, pooling in the depressions between them, forming a little lake in his navel.

"Oh no! Yuck!" He said as piss smell began to be evident in the small bathroom

He held in even more furiously. Fifteen minutes ticked by.

He had hoped to reach the stage where the fullness of the bladder acts as it's own stop valve, but it wasn't happening because of the catheter's damage to his urethra.

Balfor needed to piss now, and to help things along he said " How about if I piss on you, then it won't matter if you piss on yourself because you'll already be covered with piss!"

Dino looked up to see Balfor aiming his cock down toward his face.

"What about it?"

Dino knew he was about to be pissed on regardless of what he said, but he begged anyway, "No please. I don't like this! It's horrible!"

"Well in that case, said Balfor smiling charmingly, I won't start till you do."

He sat back down, his naked buns bare on the wooden chair, his balls hanging over the front edge. "Isn't this fun!' he said.

"No!" wailed Dino. He started crying.

As tears of indignation and relief streamed down his eyes, the piss finally came, streaming out of his cock, flooding on his chest and splashing over his neck.

Then Balfor aimed a stream directly at his head and as it splashed in his nose and eyes filling him with reek he started dry retching, though more from the shock of the demeaning psychological torment, than any physical aversion to the liquid.

Balfor continued to piss, moving his stream quickly over Dino's hairless chest, and down onto his cock.

Dino found the feeling of the hot piss against his glans very stimulating, and was amazed at himself to be turned on by the impressive sight of Balfor's fantastic cock releasing an extended horse like urination onto him.

That wasn't so bad, thought Dino, when finally Balfor had peed out. He was relieved and surprised, that he had begun to enjoy himself in spite of marinating in their mixed urine. I guess pee is after all, just a liquid, he thought. People drink it for their health after all, and in emergencies of thirst.

He was enormously relieved though, that none had gone in his mouth.

"Better get used to it kid," said Balfor turning the shower on. "You'll be drinking it in future, gallons of it."

How did I know he was going to say that? Wondered Dino silently to himself, grateful at least to have warm water sprinkling him clean instead of another one of Carmen's brisk sponge baths.

And later that day Balfor had so sweetly allowed Dino to fuck him, though Dino did not doubt that to tell anyone about it would be fatal if Balfor found out he had not kept it secret as he had promised to.

The delicious memory of those hours of seemingly endless fucking filled Dino with infinite sadness, and his scalp crawled with the recollection of what had come later, after he had been taken back downstairs the day after.

By Balfor.

And now Balfor was missing and almost certainly dead in a ditch somewhere. Serves him right! thought Dino, and yet what a loss.

Dino had almost told Carmen about the fuck once, but thought the better of it, after all he had not seen Balfor's body, or received any news that anyone else had either. Better safe than dead, he'd take it to his grave.

Later that evening watching the news, Dino and Carmen were struck with the similarity between the hole Saddam had been found in and the one under the floor of the wine cellar adjacent to Freddy's dungeon in which they had hidden on a tip off from one of Carmen's friends in the police force.

We are like him. The kind of people who have to hide from the world in holes, thought Dino glumly.

They had emerged from the secret hole as soon as the muffled sounds of shouting and gunfire abated. The second floor burned above them. The dogs had all been shot. There had been a fire fight between the police and Freddy's henchmen and several lay dead out on the back lawn. Someone had gone mad and killed all the torsos. Most of them were now missing their heads.

"Freddy gave orders that you were all to be killed in an emergency like this to prevent you from talking, except that I should try and save you if possible, since you're the favorite." Carmen confided.

"It seems someone obeyed his orders." Said Dino with a voice resounding hollow, surveying the carnage.

As they left through the front door, Carmen having slung a harnessed Dino on her shoulders like a back pack facing backward, Dino saw Jeremy's earless head seeming to stare after him from where it lay on the stair. A fairly handsome red head, Jeremy had been a semi professional baseballer from Portland Oregon. He had disappeared on a drug buying holiday in Mexico leaving behind his pregnant girlfriend. Being two of Freddy's ornaments and therefore stuck with each other, Dino and Jeremy had of course become good friends. At least poor Jeremy had done something to incur his fate, stupidly having tried to abscond with some unpaid for snowy merchandise.

Dino and Carmen had stayed in her flat in the city for a whole week, expecting contact from Balfor and Freddy but none came. Carmen checked the local network, but Balfor and Freddy had not returned to Colon. They had vanished into thin air like so many people do and Dino and Carmen could not think where to start looking for them, or whether it was wise to even try, and so they had taken a plane to Carmen's native Buenos Aires to get well away and make a life for themselves.

Carmen had become engaged as a nurse at Freddy's special hospital on the strength of her surgery qualifications, and had been found through e-mail contacts in the international SM community.

Because of those contacts also, she and Dino found themselves traveling the world to attend a series of soirées held by the wealthier sadomasochists who were willing to pay handsomely to hear Dino talk about how he came to be.

The popular youngest son of an obscenely rich businessman from Dubai had organised one of these soirees, more of an SM symposium really considering the number of people who attended, at a hotel in Baghdad in 2001. The affair had been cleverly disguised as a conference on the evils of the internet and the west in general. The various guests from around the world, of whom Dino was the most auspicious, had been told to stay in their hotel, but much to Dino and Carmen's surprise they had been whisked away in a limousine to Saddam's Palace.

And there Dino was interviewed by the man himself, surrounded by a group of others who were equally transfixed as the horrors unfolded.

Dino freely shared his story in his very good English, with a couple of starved looking and deeply disturbed translators to help with the finer anatomical terms. Their clothes were ill fitting and Dino suspected they had been pulled hurriedly out of prison especially for him and wondered what became of them afterward.

Carmen showed them the intricately tattooed coasters, the walking stick handle (removed from it's stick for ease of getting it past security at airports) and the shoe inlays, which Freddy had instructed her to save along with Dino. Dino had at first wished that they had been destroyed in the fire, but as Carmen pointed out, The objects were as much their bread and butter as Dino was, and in a way they were still a part of him. She kept them with her at all times in a compartment of her own hand bag.

Mostly the men exclaimed over the quality of the tattooing. Clearly they had seen similar trophies before.

At one point, Dino consented to being stripped and once Carmen had done so, they all gasped in unison, forgetting their manners and gaping at him openly, several moving in to peer closely at the outline of his penis where its skin had been embedded in his perineum. They held their crotches and grimaced at one another at intervals with a curious mixture of horror and glee, their minds full of new ideas.

Saddam was very amused by their squirming.

The likelihood occurred to a red faced Dino as Carmen dressed him again, that some poor Iraqi prisoners were in for a worse time than they might otherwise have been as a consequence of the evening's candor. He wondered how he was going to avoid feeling guilty about it.

Their questions resumed, and he brought them closer and closer to an understanding of how abjectly he had felt, and still felt about his nearly utter reduction as a man as well as the gross pain caused by the mechanics of what Freddy had done, and they pumped him for everything that he could remember about Freddy and Balfor and the varied humiliations they had visited on him and others.

Saddam and many of the other men had become visibly excited as Dino relaxed in his comfortable wheelchair and the details flowed on and on, getting more and more explicit. Finally the tyrant bade them a glassy eyed farewell, and retired to his quarters unable to hide either his erection or his hurry.

"Oh oh, whispered Carmen in Dino's ear - "some poor unsuspecting concubine is about to get the stupping of lifetime."

Carmen, very pleased with herself, and Dino, were ushered by Uday Hussein personally (Though at the time they did not know who he was) back through the seemingly endless halls of the sumptuous palace to the limousine waiting for them in the grounds to return them to their hotel.

When they arrived at the hotel a government aide appeared and smilingly handed Carmen an envelope containing a cheque (Which did not bounce) for seventy five thousand euros.

Suddenly Dino did not feel so guilty any more.

On the wall behind the hotel counter there was a calendar clock. It was 10:15 p.m. on the tenth of July 2001, two months and one day before the towers of the World Trade Center came down, temporarily emasculating New York City and the whole of the free world.